Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(11)

She did as he said, her hands shaking, her heart racing.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Pull them apart more, so far it makes you uncomfortable.”

Her throat constricted, her pussy creaming more. She didn’t hesitate in complying. With her ass and pussy now on display, the air moving over them, chilling her overheated skin, goose bumps popped out on her skin, and she forced herself to stay still.

“I won’t let anyone have you, Bridge. Ever,” he said and then slapped her pussy. She curled her toes and squeezed her eyes shut. “All fucking mine,” he said almost to himself. “I could cum just to the vision of your pussy stretching around my cock.”

She shivered.

He smacked her pussy again, and she cried out, the pleasure and pain tangible. “I want my cock in your cunt, want to have your skin stretching so wide around me, you feel like you’ll tear apart.” He gave her ass another spank. “Face me.” His deep voice had her insides clenching in desire.

When she stood and turned to face him again, she tried to catch her breath, tried to grapple with her thoughts and needs. Beast looked feral standing in front of her, his desire clear on his face and in the way his body tensed.

“I take what I want, baby, you know that.”

She licked her lips and nodded.

“And what I want is you, Bridge. All of you, in any way I see fit.”

“I know,” she whispered.

He moved closer to her, reached out, and wrapped his hand around her throat again, pushing her back against the wall. She liked this dominance, the slight pressure he had around her throat, the hardness in his eyes. “I don’t like to feel unhinged, Bridge, and you make me feel that way.”

She felt her eyes widen, but didn’t respond.

He moved away from her now, his jaw hard, the previous flash of emotion on his face now gone. “Get on the ground, baby. Crawl to me.”

What?

“Get on your fucking hands and knees, make those tits swing as you crawl to me, begging for my dick.”

She was so aroused right now, so wet and needy, her pussy cream slipping down her inner thighs. This was degrading, embarrassing, but more than that, it was arousing. Once she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air and her tits hanging freely, all Bridget could think about was the way he watched her with hooded eyes. He got off on this, on her humiliation, on her desire.

With them both nude, everything on display, she felt everything in her heighten to a fever pitch. Bridget didn’t waste any time in moving toward him, didn’t hesitate in giving him this.

You can do this.

The floor was cold and hard beneath her hands and knees, but she liked the discomfort, craved it because it ultimately led to her pleasure, and in the end, it gave Beast the pleasure he yearned for.

When she was right in front of him, she looked up at his face. He had a stoic expression, but his eyes told her how turned on he was.

He turned and walked over to the dresser where a belt was coiled on top of the scarred wood. “Sit back for me,” he said, not turning to face her.

She did what he said, her pulse beating fast.

He turned around then, the belt hanging from his hand, his eyes hard as he looked at her. Since he’d removed his clothing, she could sense the power of his body. His arms and chest were covered his tattoos, dark and colorful ones, designs that were angry and frightening looking. Every part of him was hard, from his cock to his muscles. Sinew and tendons clenched and relaxed, and she knew this man, the person she’d known for so long— had felt such a connection with— had killed people with his bare hands.

Beast was hard, physically and mentally. He was a very intense man, one that didn’t back down, that took what he wanted, and never apologized.

He started stroking himself up and down slowly, his other hand still holding the belt, flexing and relaxing his hold on the dark, worn leather. He liked her watching him jerk off, liked her being the voyeur while he was the exhibitionist. Her mouth dried, her pussy clenched and became wetter, and her clit throbbed in time with her pulse.

She needed him to touch her.

“You like doing what I say, don’t you?” he asked with no emotion in his voice.

“Yes.” And she did, God help her, she did.

“You’re mine, Bridge. The club will protect you, but you’re mine. I can’t stand to even think about anyone else touching you, having your body.”

Yes, that’s what she wanted. She didn’t want him passing her around, didn’t want anyone using her because she was desperate and needed help. If she was going to do this, she only wanted to do it with Beast.

She looked at his dick as he stroked himself from base to tip, and her pussy clenched painfully at his size. Beast was a large man all around, and his cock was no different.

“You like looking at my cock, baby?”

She nodded, not lying.

“You like thinking about it shoved deep in your cunt?”

She licked her lips and nodded again.

He walked over to her and held his cock out to her. “Then stop looking at it, and suck my cock again, Bridge.”

The tip of his dick was lined with pre-cum, and she swallowed, her mouth watering for a taste. Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict. He grabbed a chunk of her hair on the back of her head, yanked her forward almost violently, so much so she had to brace her hands on his thighs to steady herself. God, she loved this erotic brutality from him.