Page 69 of Tracking Luxe

Caught the noise they made.

Creeping bastard thought Lawless wasn't here? Gonna pretend shock?Really? After they followed him down here. Meat never learned.

Feeling the dominance rise in his chest, that steady thump-thump-thump behind his ribcage. It wasn't his daily flavor, he was not wielding a flogger on the regular, what was it the kids said; he dabbled from time to time. Again, it was his boredom, nothing much held his attention until he wanted it and then he became obsessed. It was always best that no fucker caught Lawless' attention, really ... it was best all around.

To be wanted or hated by Lawless, he'd pondered it a few times the way he was, oh yeah, he knew exactly why, he was a smart cookie for figuring out his own mind.

But figuring out the minds of others, when he clearly showed who he was with a starkstay the fuckaway warning, and still they gave him the look.

Truly, he deserved some sort of shiny award for his restraint.

Only tonight he was not restrained in the least.

He felt it stir beneath his skin, that prickle of dominance, to overpower, to fucking reign like his favoritepharaohKing Tut, and indeed, the body under his hand, as his fingers clasped around the back of the neck, would do just fine, they'd followed him after all, isn't this what they craved? If that wasn’t permission, Lawless didn’t know what was.

Truthfully, thatpharaoh was worth channelling this evening.

Naughty, dirty bastard under his strong fist.

Secrets were delicious on the right tongue. Lawless held this secret for a long while now ... what was it ... the night of that raid on theRebel'sMC, it had come as a bolt out of the blue, shocking Lawless, and that was hard to do, what with him being a monster and all… hold up, his mind replaying his earlier thoughts like an old-fashioned tape recorder, hitting pause and fast forward to find the right section of memory, he’d decided he wasn’t a monster, yeah, that sounded right.

The same night Rider rescued his now old lady, his baby-mama, and the same night Lawless had that little limpet girl wrapped around his mid-section sobbing into his chest, fucks sake, he'd played cards with her for hours, fetching her food, growling for her to eat and to drink the goddamn water, what kinda kid didn't know they were hungry? she'd looked up at him with her sad almond shaped eyes like he was a god.

Lawless was no god. Sure, his play things cried outoh, god, more, god, please, god.And that was all fine and good, but there was nothing godlike about him, who could live up to that reputation?

Finally, he spoke. The body hadn't moved almost as if they knew not to.

He couldn't say good meat, ‘cause he knew this fucking meat and there was nothing good about them at all.

"Didn't I fucking say if you wanted something, toask? Chicken shit giving me the eyes and sneaking after me like a motherfucking liar."

The body groaned when Lawless pressed them into the wall, using his full weight to anchor them there.

Two breaths panting in the dark.

"Fucking coward, aren't you? Yeah you are." He used his weight on the rigid spine, reached around and the groan turned frenzied when Lawless grasped the zipper, tugging it down.

His own restraint caved in. His dick hardened.

"Hands on the wall, you, bastard coward, don’t make me repeat myself."

"Law..."

"Not interested in a fucking tête-à-tête, neither are you, don't pretend otherwise, do yourself a favor and shut your fucking trap. I should be caving in your fucking skull." Nagging irritation went through him. Electric annoyance.

He didn't like being used.

Flesh met his hand as he reached inside the worn denim.

Hard wanting flesh met his fingers, he grasped in a tight fist and dragged it out into the open.

And began pumping the huge cock through his palm.

"This what you want, to get your rocks off while you keep your dirty, nasty secret?" He let go and thrust his hand through the dark in front of the face. “Lick my fucking hand, chicken shit.” His palm was wet immediately and he grasped again. Up, down, Lawless pumping angrily at the cock, the grunts from the body did nothing to tamp down the feeling in his chest even as his own cock tingled at the tip. He pressed harder with his other hand around the nape, pinning the guy to the wall, rendering him unable to move even if he wanted to.

"I never took you for a pussy." His voice box like grit.

"Fuck..."

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