CHRIST, Mae!
She was buck-naked, pink pussy on show, tight round ass up, with her arms gripped behind her back in submission, forehead pressed against the mattress. My fuckin’ woman was braced on the bed, ready to be fucked… Real fucked-up shit!
I was wrong. What I’d felt before this moment wasn’t rage; it was a slight fuckin’ flicker of annoyance, a whisper of fuckin’ anger. It had to be, because seeing the bitch I was turning crazy for waiting for me in some bastard abuse-victim pose had me in cold-blooded murdering territory.
Despite my best efforts, my cock hardened until it was almost painful, that tight pussy too much to deal with. I’d wanted to fuck Mae since she woke up in my bed. Wanted to rip those fuckin’ leathers off her all damn day and sink into her warm pink hole. But any picture I’d painted in my head of what she’d look like naked was surpassed by fuckin’ miles. But her like this, braced for me to rape her, had me spinning.
What the hell had she come from? What the hell had they done to her in that commune? And why the fuck did she think she still had to do it right now?
And then I saw them: layers of scars on her back. Lots of ’em. Scratches, chain marks, lashes? I didn’t fuckin’ know.
Unable to see her like this anymore, I snapped, “M-Mae! What the f-fuck?!!”
She didn’t move.
Not even an inch.
Not even a flinch.
Moving around to the head of the bed, I beat my fist in my hand. She was zoned the hell out. Off in some la-la land or some shit.
My jaw clenched with anger, rage building up in my body, causing me to scream. “GET THE FUCK UP!!!”
Mae snapped out of her molestation trance and fell to the side, curling in on herself, peeking up at me through those beautiful long, black lashes; adopting the fetal position.
“Wh-what was that?” I asked through clenched teeth.
Her eyes were as big as motherfuckin’ saucers and her pink lips popped open with a gasp. She didn’t speak, just… stared.
Leaning on the bed, my muscles straining, I asked her again, “Answer the f-f-fuckin’ q-question, Mae. What. The. Hell. Was. Th-that???”
She swallowed so loud I swear you could hear it all the way to Mexico. “D-did… did… I displease you?”
Her devastated face cut through me.
Out and out fear. Me. She fuckin’ feared me.
I dropped to the bed, groaning low as I drank in the sight of her perfect round tits, smooth with big fat dusky nipples, big enough to spill out over my fingers when cupped and a flat smooth stomach, milky skin. Reaching down, I adjusted my cock, which was gonna smash through my jeans any fuckin’ second. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, calming down. Opening them again, I picked up my cut from my chair and passed it to her.
“C-c-cover yourself.”
Mae snatched it from me and hid her body, tucking her legs and arms under the mass of leather. Hades grinned up at me—no. Taunted me. Mae looked so small. Petrified and small. And I couldn’t help but note that she looked so fuckin’ hot under my cut.
Old lady good.
Shit.
Wrong time!
Shifting my legs slightly, I faced her. “B-b-babe, wh-why d’you do that?”
Lowering her eyes, she whispered, “I had made you angry. I was trying to make you happy. Is that not what women do here, on the outside?”
My fists clenched.
“Mae, I was p-pissed at what just happened, not at you! B-b-babe, I shouldn’t have shouted, b-but I couldn’t calm d-down. I have a short f-fuse. You g-got fuckin’ targeted today, Lois died and it was my f-fault! You coulda fuckin’ d-died if it weren’t for Rider!”
“Why was it your fault?” she asked quietly.
“‘C-c-cause I kept you! The club’s g-gettin’ shit, some other or-or… organization is t-trying to take us out. J-j-just have to figure out now wh-who and take the fuckers out first—a-a-ain’t the first attempt; won’t be the last.” I took a deep breath, relaxing my throat. It was getting easier to talk to Mae.
Yet another fuckin’ thing to like about her.
“What will happen now?” she whispered. I could still hear the fear in her shaky voice.
“You’re st-staying with me. G-gotta protect you. That means st-staying right by my side.”
I watched as she closed her eyes and sighed in relief, and Christ if I didn’t spit some cum in my jeans. At a sigh. Fuck I needed to get laid. I was too pent up, needed a release.
Running a hand over my head, I said, “Y-you gotta tell m-me why you were sh-shoving that fuckin’ perfect p-pussy in my face, babe.”
A pink blush covered her whole face and she sank lower into the leather of my cut. “You were displeased. I was providing you with pleasure. As a woman, that is what is expected of me. It is selfish and a sin to deny you pleasure.”
I swallowed back the growl about to let rip from my throat. “Y-you do that a lot wh-where you from? G-get fucked like a d-damn sex-slave?”
She hesitated for a moment, eyebrows drawn, then nodded reluctantly.
That did it. I stood and had to shake out my shoulders. I needed to fight. Hurt someone. “Th-that how you fucked, b-babe? Were you f-forced into that sh-shit?”
Hearing the catch of breath, I turned to hear the answer. “It is essential for sharing the Lord’s love, for the sacrificial exchange of bodies. For the leaders of my people… for the men of my people… I… I did not have a choice in this act… None of the sisters did.”
“Sh-sharing the Lord’s l-l-love? Sacrificial ex-exchange? What the fuck’s th-that shit ab-about?”
“Where the disciples got closer to God through… their sexual release… through the vehicle of our—the sisters’—bodies.”
I hesitated. Sometimes I got so damn confused with the shit she spouted. Who the hell’re the disciples? And why the hell were they fuckin’ Mae like an animal?