“What would that be?”
“About how you need to take care of your woman right now.” She pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me. She ground her pussy down on my jeans-covered cock. Just that rub and the feel of her heat through her shorts and my pants made me go instantly hard. I groaned as she slammed her mouth down on mine. I got lost in her taste as she tore at my shirt. I pulled away long enough to pull off my shirt and hers. She didn’t have on a bra. I groaned at the sight of her full breasts topped with hard nipples. I pulled one up to my mouth. I sucked and licked until I had her whimpering. She hadn’t let up on the grinding. I knew I wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up much longer.
I tore my mouth away. “Baby, stop or we’ll be done before we even start.” She gave me a wicked smile and then rolled away. I protested until I saw her working at her zipper. As she shed her shorts, I ripped down my jeans to my knees, enough to get my cock free. I stroked it up and down as I watched her. She crawled back to me and climbed back over me until she was centered over top of my cock. Once she was, she held my eyes as she lowered herself down on my rigid cock. We both groaned. She was so damn tight and wet.
As soon as she had lowered herself completely down, she placed her hands on my chest and started to ride me. It wasn’t a slow, gentle ride. She rode me like she was riding a bull she was trying to tame. She pounded up and down on me, causing me to lose my breath and see spots. I got lost in the mind-blowing pleasure of her taking me. I’d never had a woman take over like that before. As she rode me, she nipped and kissed my mouth, neck, and chest. I could feel my release building, starting in my toes. She was sobbing and begging me for more. She was out of control.
Raising up my legs, I used them to thrust up hard when she would come down, burying my cock as deep as I could. She chanted, “Yes, yes, just like that.” I gave it all to her. She started to shake and I could feel her release growing tighter. I was sweating and gritting my teeth to hold mine back until she got hers. A half dozen strokes more, and she went still, screaming out her orgasm. Her pussy clamped down hard around my cock. So hard, I thought she might have injured me. The pain/pleasure of it caused my own to rip loose, and I yelled out my orgasm. I jerked and shot load after load deep inside her as she continued to shake and quake all around me. It took several minutes for us to fully recover. She collapsed on my chest.
I rubbed up and down her back as she caressed my chest. Eventually, she lifted her head and looked at me. “I love you, Ronan. And I accept your apology. Don’t let it happen again.” Her remark and the smirk on her face made me laugh.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll remember that. Now, how about we get dressed and I take you back to the clubhouse? We can take a shower and I’ll find you something to eat. I need to make sure my baby and baby mama get fed.”
She pinched me. “Don’t call me your baby mama. It makes me sound like some teen mom who has the Casanova boyfriend who knocks up girls all over the place. Unless—”
“Hold it right there. I have been super careful to not have any little Ronans running around. You’re the only woman I’ve ever given my bare cock to and you’ll be the only one. How about mama bear? Does that sound better?” I teased her. She smiled and nodded. I helped her up and dressed, then we headed back to the clubhouse. Thank God, she had forgiven me. That had been a close call.
The rest of the day passed quietly. After we got back to the compound, I made her another breakfast since the first one was beyond saving. Then we spent a portion of the day in our room, watching movies, napping, and talking, in addition to another round of lovemaking. It was early evening when I heard a knock at the door. Looking at her to be sure it hadn’t awakened her, I got up and answered it. It was Payne.
“You ready to go get some answers? We’re going to go talk to our guests out in the Cellar. They’ve been marinating long enough I think,” he said with an evil grin. Payne was called Payne for a reason. The same reason he was our sergeant at arms. I nodded.
“Give me a minute. I need to get dressed. I’ll meet you in the common room.” He nodded and headed down the hall. I quietly closed the door. When I turned around, Madisen was staring at me. “You heard?”
She nodded. “I heard. I’d say go have fun, but that might not be the best thing to say. Sounds wrong.”
I put on my clothes as she talked. “I wouldn’t call it fun. Well, Payne might. I’ll be back as soon as I can. What are you going to do? Sleep more?”
She sat up. “No, I think I’ll go see what Devyn and Jocelyn are doing. Maybe call Jessica. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine and I’ll be here when you get back.”
I gave her an intense kiss then left. In the common room, I found my club plus several from the others waiting on me. We set out for the Cellar. When we got there, I saw Tate and Joker were on duty. I greeted them before stepping inside. They had locked up the six Horsemen in a single cell. Jonah was in a separate one. I could tell he was terrified. I wasn’t sure if it was just of us, or of the Horsemen who were giving him dark looks. I bet there were a lot of threats thrown at him all night and throughout the day. I marched up to the cells.
“I understand you guys came looking for my old lady. I have an issue with that. Therefore, we’re all going to have a little talk and get to know each other a whole lot better. When we get done, I’ll know more about you than your own mommas. Guys,” I looked at three of ours, “I’d like to start with these three. Get them more comfortable, will you?”
Slash, Player, and Deuce all nodded and grabbed the three I’d indicated. They were all trying to look tough and yelled out insults. We ignored them. They dragged them to the center of the common area and strung them up with chains around their bound wrists. They were pulled up enough to have only their toes touching the floor. That would get old quick and hurt their shoulders and arms like hell. As soon as they were in place, I stepped up and walked around them. They tried to keep me in sight while keeping the other guys spread around the room in sight as well. The cells were visible from the main room, allowing the others to see what we were doing to those hanging up.
“We know from good ole Jonah over there, you guys planned to use him as a diversion to get inside to grab my woman. The dumbass thought he was the one to do it. Now, we knew no one would ever leave such an important job to a prospect like him. We got rid of his ass because he couldn’t be trusted. We know about the contract between the Diaz Cartel, you, her stepdad, and the Demon’s Blood MC.” They threw angry looks over at Jonah.
“Oh no, don’t get mad at him for that. We already knew about your bunch before we caught him. What we want to know is, what was the plan if you didn’t grab her during the fire? Where is she to be taken when she is captured? And anything else you can think of which can help us. You’re going down. How easy and painless that is, is all up to you.”
One of the guys with Archer on his cut spit at me. “Fuck you, Warrior scum. You and your club give other clubs a bad name. We’re supposed to be about freedom to do whatever we want, whenever we want. That includes women. We know their rightful place, under you, and then sold. You pussies go and marry them, claim them as old ladies and save them. What a bunch of bullshit. The Horsemen and Bloods are going to take over this state and no one will ever remember your name.”
I burst out laughing. He looked at me a little stunned. “That’s where you’re wrong. We know how you should treat women. Not as possessions to be sold or abused. You guys miss out on the best thing in life with that attitude. Now, I’d like to introduce you to someone. This is Payne. Payne is our sergeant at arms. Payne got his road name from his specialty. He loves to inflict pain and he knows how to do it beautifully. See, Payne was in the service before he joined us. He was a D-boy. You know what that is, right? A Delta Force guy. Anyway, Payne’s knack was in interrogation. Of course, me, Maverick, Bull, and Ajax aren’t slouches ourselves, but he is the master. Between the five of us alone, we have decades of military training and torture experience. Don’t get me started on the others we have here from our sister clubs and friends.”
I saw a tiny glimmer of panic shine in Archer’s eyes before he clamped down on it. The other two hanging there with him, Spot and Jack, weren’t as successful in hiding their fear. Good. We knew where to start. They would break before Archer. I turned to Payne. I pointed to the three guys. “It’s your show, brother.”
Payne stepped up and looked at them. He didn’t say a word. His face was an expressionless mask. It was that lack of expression that put the fear in guys. His eyes looked dead. You could seriously look in his eyes and see death. Many might think this made him a sociopath or that he was emotionless. It didn’t. He just was one of those guys who could cut off everything in order to get the job done. He ran his eyes up and down their bodies before walking around to do the same to the back of them. They craned their necks to watch him.
Without saying a word, he walked over to the cabinet and table where we kept our various persuaders, as I liked to call them. He took his time looking them over, picking one up, then putting it back down. It was all psychological torture right now. Keep them wondering what he was going to pick up. After a long five minutes, he picked up a pair of brass knuckles. I heard one of them sigh in relief. Poor bastard didn’t know that harmless looking tool in Payne’s hands became an excruciating one. He knew the perfect amount of force and perfect location to maximize the pain and damage a person without killing them.
He came around and stopped in front of Spot. “Anything you want to tell us before I begin,” he asked in a monotone voice. His face was still flat. Spot shook his head no. Payne proceeded to lay out punches all over Spot’s body. He started light and then worked each successive one to be harder. For twenty minutes, he beat him methodically both front and back. Spot cried out in pain but he never said a word. I could see Jack flinching in sympathy.
Payne stopped and stood back. He nodded to Joker, who pulled the chain higher so Spot’s feet didn’t touch at all. Now, all the pressure would be on his arms and beaten body. I stepped up to take over beating Spot. Payne moved over to Jack. He asked him the same thing he had Spot. When Jack shook his head no, he proceeded to beat him the same way.
I wasn’t as good as Payne, but I was no slouch. He’d taught all of us a lot over the years. By now, Spot was a mass of bruises and broken bones. I stopped to take a drink of water. His tongue hung out as he watched the cold water run down my throat. I knew they were all thirsty as shit. Just more torture.
When Payne got done with his beating of Jack, Bull took over. Some might be fooled by the fact Bull was in his fifties, but the man was in terrific shape and was called Bull for a reason. I watched as Payne stood in front of Archer. I could see a little sweat running down Archer’s face. Payne leaned in close and whispered to him, “You going to tell me anything?”
Archer tried to kick Payne and spit out, “Screw you, fucker.” This got a reaction from Payne. He smiled. And it wasn’t your average I’m amused or happy smile. It was the smile you’d expect the devil to make before he took you to hell. I saw Archer gulp. However, he was in for a surprise. Payne didn’t beat him like he’d done the other two. He went back to the cabinet and rustled around inside. When he was done, he came back with a razor-sharp fish-deboning knife. He looked at it with interest and then at Archer.