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you’re happy there, but you'll come with me. I'm not letting you stay in your apartment. It's not safe. You'll stay in one of the rooms in the compound. Tomorrow, you're free to do whatever you want, but tonight, we're not done. Got it?”
“I don't have a choice in the matter,” she muttered. She flung her legs over the bike and waited for me to sit down. When I didn’t, she pointed angrily at the seat.
“Keep pushing me. You're turning me on.”
She said nothing. She wouldn't look at me.
“Don't do anything stupid once you get to the club. If you do, you’ll be punished. I don't care if you hate me or whatever, but don't do anything you'll regret.”
I leaned down to her level so she would need to look into my eyes.
“You hear me? I'm going to need to hear something. If I don't hear anything, I'll at least need a nod.”
She nodded.
That worked.
I got on the bike and drove. Wind whipping as we raced into the night, my anger subsided, my resolve strengthened. I kept thinking about our time on top of the mountain until my cock strained against my jeans. It was a straight shot on the highway, so I could get as hard and horny as I wanted.
Ash had potential to be an old lady, but unless she learned to follow my rules, there was no chance for her. Riding with The Blessed Bastards, even being one of their ladies, took a special type of person.
She was too unruly. She would have to come under my rule.
4
Ash
P lenty of exits blew past us. We were heading far out of town. Once again, we took a back road, but this one was paved. Up ahead, I could see what looked like a prison compound with high walls and spotlights.
It would probably be prison for me. Once I went in, would I ever come out?
Red slowed as he approached. My hands and thighs were numb. I looked forward to stretching out. At least I was getting better at withstanding the ride.
Two Blessed Bastards guarded the gate. High-powered lights shone down on us. Two guards at the front wore no patches. They were prospects.
They rolled us in. As the gate opened, we passed by their rifles stacked in a neat case on the side of the barricade. Through the walls, and into the main road of the compound, it looked like their own lawless Western town.
Guns, booze, and a primitive alpha code ruled the streets. Despite having streetlights shining on the main road, there was no one out as we coasted by the nondescript buildings.
Some looked like condos, others were built like tall warehouses, probably where they stored all their illegal guns, maybe even cooked up some drugs. At some point, I would need to search them. I was hoping that Red would simply lead me in at some point.
Busting him now felt bittersweet. I wanted to one-up him, show him that I wasn’t anyone’s property, and he couldn’t just fuck me and use me for show and tell...but I also didn’t want to destroy him completely by busting him.
It was the job I was sent there to do. At some point, I would need to do it.
We stopped at the end of the street. A tall cement wall blocked off the exit. There was only one way in and out. It was remarkable that they weren’t raided by ATF agents already. Red must’ve been telling the truth when he said they had everyone on their payroll.
Fear unfurled, threatening to pull me back down to that shell I was used to hiding in. The harsh desert cold swept in from the mountains. Forced to get closer to Red, I really didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to arrive shivering. I wasn’t sure if I was shivering because of stress or because of the cold at that point. I was only in a thin t-shirt, so I picked temperature. Best not to let Red mind fuck me even more.
The last stop until the wall, there was a row of bikes with more prospects hanging outside what looked like a bar with swinging saloon doors. On top, in big, crimson text, they wrote “Bastards’ Back Yard.” All of the noise must’ve been confined to the bar, because as soon as we pulled up to the
“I don't have a choice in the matter,” she muttered. She flung her legs over the bike and waited for me to sit down. When I didn’t, she pointed angrily at the seat.
“Keep pushing me. You're turning me on.”
She said nothing. She wouldn't look at me.
“Don't do anything stupid once you get to the club. If you do, you’ll be punished. I don't care if you hate me or whatever, but don't do anything you'll regret.”
I leaned down to her level so she would need to look into my eyes.
“You hear me? I'm going to need to hear something. If I don't hear anything, I'll at least need a nod.”
She nodded.
That worked.
I got on the bike and drove. Wind whipping as we raced into the night, my anger subsided, my resolve strengthened. I kept thinking about our time on top of the mountain until my cock strained against my jeans. It was a straight shot on the highway, so I could get as hard and horny as I wanted.
Ash had potential to be an old lady, but unless she learned to follow my rules, there was no chance for her. Riding with The Blessed Bastards, even being one of their ladies, took a special type of person.
She was too unruly. She would have to come under my rule.
4
Ash
P lenty of exits blew past us. We were heading far out of town. Once again, we took a back road, but this one was paved. Up ahead, I could see what looked like a prison compound with high walls and spotlights.
It would probably be prison for me. Once I went in, would I ever come out?
Red slowed as he approached. My hands and thighs were numb. I looked forward to stretching out. At least I was getting better at withstanding the ride.
Two Blessed Bastards guarded the gate. High-powered lights shone down on us. Two guards at the front wore no patches. They were prospects.
They rolled us in. As the gate opened, we passed by their rifles stacked in a neat case on the side of the barricade. Through the walls, and into the main road of the compound, it looked like their own lawless Western town.
Guns, booze, and a primitive alpha code ruled the streets. Despite having streetlights shining on the main road, there was no one out as we coasted by the nondescript buildings.
Some looked like condos, others were built like tall warehouses, probably where they stored all their illegal guns, maybe even cooked up some drugs. At some point, I would need to search them. I was hoping that Red would simply lead me in at some point.
Busting him now felt bittersweet. I wanted to one-up him, show him that I wasn’t anyone’s property, and he couldn’t just fuck me and use me for show and tell...but I also didn’t want to destroy him completely by busting him.
It was the job I was sent there to do. At some point, I would need to do it.
We stopped at the end of the street. A tall cement wall blocked off the exit. There was only one way in and out. It was remarkable that they weren’t raided by ATF agents already. Red must’ve been telling the truth when he said they had everyone on their payroll.
Fear unfurled, threatening to pull me back down to that shell I was used to hiding in. The harsh desert cold swept in from the mountains. Forced to get closer to Red, I really didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to arrive shivering. I wasn’t sure if I was shivering because of stress or because of the cold at that point. I was only in a thin t-shirt, so I picked temperature. Best not to let Red mind fuck me even more.
The last stop until the wall, there was a row of bikes with more prospects hanging outside what looked like a bar with swinging saloon doors. On top, in big, crimson text, they wrote “Bastards’ Back Yard.” All of the noise must’ve been confined to the bar, because as soon as we pulled up to the
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