Breaking Trip, page 11
part #5 of Lucifer's Lair MC Series
I don’t focus with them too attention being aimed at her or my mother.
Taking a deep breath, I swallow the air and then breathe out the old air before I could figure out what to say. “Let’s first discuss what got you in here…” I suggest with help.
The woman giggles and pushes back her chair a little more. She opens and closes them letting us see that she’s naked under her robe. She smirks at me with a sly tilt of the lips as if she knows that I have an issue with how slutty she’s being.
“Well, I guess you could say fucking my clients was probably deviant?”
Almost choking on my spit, I sputter out a question that will probably get me fired later down the line. “Excuse me, what?”
Clearly, I heard her wrong. Who would fuck their clients? That would be like me mounting my professor in here.
She winces and pushes her perfectly styled hair to her back in order to show us more of her tits. They are big and soft but I like mine. They are the perfect size.
“You’re a man in power,” the patient purrs to my professor. “Don’t you love having the power over your students to get them to do whatever you want? Like this one… Did you get to exert your power over her for her to become your intern?”
Oh, hell no! I know she’s not accusing me of sleeping with my professor to get this internship. I will cut this crazy bitch up into little tiny pieces!
Professor Tate shakes his head while giving me a side glance. I could imagine how my eyes probably look like they are about to pop out of my head right now from being so shocked.
“Allison got this internship because she’s a great student. Answer her questions because we’re almost out of time,” he suggests with authority.
She giggles. “Well, I had my client suspended in the air by chains with his dick shoved in my throat. Apparently, I wasn’t supposed to do that nor was I supposed to whip his ass with a belt.”
My heart beats faster in my chest. “You mean… You beat him?” I ask naively.
“Oh, honey!” She retorts with more than enough sarcasm for me. I know she doesn’t care about me and her term of endearment was just a drill at me. “I didn’t just beat him. He gave me permission to do it. I got fired though after they saw how many times I whipped him. They fired me on grounds of abusing power or some fucking shit.”
“You… uh, you’re a dominatrix?”
“Yes. I love taking the control of my pets and doing whatever the hell I want with them and when I want to do it. We could even do it here but that would be kind of weird. My favorite thing is when he asked me to beat his ass because he did something naughty!”
My mind swirls and whirls in my head but I try to keep up. This woman is admitting that she beats her clients and they ask her to do it, too.
Am I one of the weak people who are used to being weak? Does it make me a bad person that I couldn’t think of what it would be like without him?
TRIP
Whenever I’m about to break in a new submissive, I’m too fuckin’ anxious to think about anything else. Especially being in chapel right now discussing some new people that are trying to take over our turf.
“We saw them and they were fuckin’ crouchin’ in on our territory! Those mother fuckers need to die!” Slice shouts and slams his hand on the table to show his dedication to what he thinks should happen.
As one of the leads in taking down The Black Plague, I had witnessed what he is capable of doing. It’s funny to see him with his pregnant ol’ lady because he’s so nice and sweet to her. Total difference in personality when he’s in here.
The Bear nods his head and scrubs his hand over his face. He looks at the cigarettes that are being lit and smoked around the table with envy. “Fuck this shit. Gimme one,” he demands pointing at Slice.
“Ooooh! Who had the prez breakin’ at two days?” Flip calls out with a triumphant smile on his face.
A few days ago, Pinky came to all of us to inform un that the president was quitting smoking and we needed to support him. We all looked at her and laughed our asses off. Like that would happen! The Bear constantly has a cig hanging from his lips.
Raising my hand, I hear a few people mutter under their breath. “I did!” I announce proudly. Hey, I know the thing about nicotine addiction. I smoked throughout my teen years and quit about two years ago. It was the hardest thing of my life to do.
Even harder than having to break things off with Sheila that one day she was getting too rough with me and split open the skin of my back. I bled for hours and the scars are still evident. Yeah, I could have tattooed something over it to draw less attention to it, but I use it to fuel me. I use it to remind me that I won’t ever let someone have control over me again.
Allison’s innocent face as she comes flashes through my mind. The woman is so naïve yet beautifully sexy in her own way. I love watching her face contort from the pleasure I give her and now that I have tapped open her desires, I can’t wait to see what else.
“Beginners fuckin’ luck!” Bic mutters under his breath and hands me the stack of money I won.
“You mother fuckers,” The Bear snarls. “You’re splittin’ that with me!”
I shake my head while counting out the five hundred dollars. “Nope! I have big plans for this!”
My playroom is one of my pride and joys in my life. It’s the one room of my house that I get to exercise my true passion. In the off chance that my parents ever showed up, I don’t want them walking into my playroom…
But!
There’s this new binding rig that is supposed to tie up my sub and I want it. I think it would be fucking awesome to watch Allison get so excited while I tie her up.
The rigging system is expensive though.
Thinking of that hot little college student has me wanting to spank her ass with a text book until she begs me to fuck her from behind. That woman is seriously too fuckin’ hot for her own good.
“All right, have we got your childish fuckin’ game done?” The Bear rants at us while taking puffs from his cigarette.
“Yeah, Prez,” Bic mutters under his breath and stares at me with a sideways glance. “Since some of you fuckers are cheaters!”
“Sore loser,” I challenge back and tuck the money I won into my cut’s front pocket.
“What does a young, rich kid like you need money for?” Tank asks me a snarl.
Chuckling to myself, I rub the back of my neck with my hand. “You sure you wanna know?” I taunt. I will tell the brothers eventually what I like outside of here but I wouldn’t want to put Allison in an awkward position when coming back.
The Bear and Slice exchange looks and Flip just smiles to himself.
“Are we done talkin’ about a brother’s sexual preference?” The Bear demands.
“Aye!” I answer back hoping to change the subject so I can get ready for Allison coming over later.
I’m going to give her the collar tonight to let her know that I want her to be mine. Also, going to have to let her know the rules and what being mine truly means.
A few of the ranked brothers grumble under their breaths because they know what is about to happen and I have a feeling I do too. There’s something going on and it’s not going to be something we’re all gonna fuckin’ like.
“I’ve heard through the pipeline that some new club is startin’ to move in on our turf,” Flip starts with a nervous glance towards the prez. “They’re trying to get our stash and steal our customers to push us out of the business. We’re gonna need to push them out hard.”
“The Devils. Bird’s the president and he’s a young guy wanting to make his fuckin’ mark on the world,” Flip exclaims.
Flip’s my boss and everything but the asshole is a hardheaded mother fucker. Everyone thinks he’s so laid back and shit but he’s a stubborn man when he wants something. Look at Britney and Aidan. He wanted them and now he’s married to her and raising Aidan as his.
Bic picks up his coffee cup that reads Good Thing I Shaved My Balls For This. The old man and his mugs will always get the hardest of the hardest assholes to laugh. “I think we need to find out who the source of the leak was. Make sure it’s not some game these assholes are wanting to play. Get us to handle the dirty work, type of thing.”
I nod my head because I get where he’s coming from. Some of these biker clubs will start making waves for other clubs to come help clean out the trash. Push them out of the way so they can slide in and take our stash.
“Who is the source?” Slice asks with a glare over at The Bear. These two are constantly neck and neck and I’m waiting for them to duke it out.
One of these days it’s going to be fucking epic.
The Bear nods his head over to Flip. “He’s the one that got the tip. Something about someone owin’ our brother a favor.”
Jumping out of my seat, I chug the rest of my beer before slamming it down on the table for good measure. Once it’s done, I’m running out of chapel to go home and prep for Allison’s arrival.
*
Spraying on a little dash of Gucci Guilty cologne, I take another look around the playroom to make sure everything’s in order. I’m wanting to take Allison in here for one final show-and-tell before I fuck her into unconsciousness.
Everything is going to work out because Allison’s the perfect submissive. She’s going to fuck up and you’re going to love punishing her.
There’s a little knock on my front door that has me jumping into action. I’m wearing a pair of loose fitting black jeans that are buttoned all the way but you can see my V. I’ve worked hard on that fuckin’ V and I’ll show it off if I fuckin’ want to!
Padding down the hallway in nothing but my jeans, I fling open the door to see Sheila standing in front of me with a big smile on her face. “Good, I’m glad I caught you before you made a big mistake,” she purrs and winks.
She’s changed a lot over the years but she’s still beautiful. Beautiful in the way of a witch about to kill someone for breathing near her. The woman is a fuckin’ she-devil.
“What mistake are you talkin’ about, Sheila?” I question her and block her from coming into the house. “How did you find out where I live?”
She shakes her blonde haired head at me as if I’m silly. Or some shit. “You think you can hide from me?”
“No, but I want to. What the fuck are you doing here?” I roar at her.
The woman is quick sand she will ask calm and sweet until your feet are stuck in the sand and she’s pulling you underneath the sand.
The scars on my back tingle as I listen to her spew some bull shit about how she’s apparently a changed woman. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. It was wrong of me to take advantage of you like that. Please forgive me?” Sheila steps into my doorway a little with her hand out.
I stand still not allowing her the satisfaction of knowing that she’s getting to me. “Listen to me right now, Sheila. I want you to hear exactly what I’m saying to you. I don’t fuckin’ want to see you again. Do you understand me? Stay away from me!”
My voice gets louder as my anger rises through the roof from the amount of hurt that she caused me.
The sting from the whip as it comes crashing through the air hit my heated and tender skin on my back. I’m restrained from the ceiling with chains connecting to my wrists and I’m dangling in the air. Each time the whip comes thrashing through the air, my body swings more.
Red.
Red.
My safe word is on the tip of my tongue but I can’t manage to say it. I can’t manage to end everything that we have just because she’s cutting the fuck out of my back. My blood’s pouring out of the deep cuts all through my back and I know it’s a mess. I know I’m more than likely going to have scars back there.
“You are a very naughty body, Luke! You have been a very naughty young man! Tell me why I should let you get me off right now?” Sheila asks me with a snarl.
Each time the whip comes crashing through the air, I have lost count on the number of times, my dick gets harder and harder. Does that make me a sick mother fucker that I’m getting hard from being whipped? I have no idea… But I kind of like it.
Sheila’s red fingered hand reaches around my swinging body and grabs ahold of my dick. Her nails pierce through my skin causing me to cry out in pain. “This is what happens to naughty boys who don’t listen to their mistresses!” She screams at me and digs her nails deeper into my shaft.
The pain is blinding. More so than the pain of having her whip my back. This pain, this is the pain of a sadistic person who’s trying to cause permanent damage to her sub.
“Red! Red! Red!” I yell out loudly.
Her hand squeezes me harder around my shaft and all the blood of my body has pooled there. I know I’m bleeding because I can feel the blood spill from the wounds of her nails.
“No! You don’t get to be a little pussy about this! Be a man. Be a man and not a little fucking baby!” She screams at me.
“Red! Mistress Sheila! Red!” I yell practically crying.
The pain is worsening and I feel my eyes prick from the salty tears threatening to spill. She’s digging her sharp claws into my dick and she’s not listening to my safe word. I’m getting scared.
“What the fuck is going on?” Someone yells as they kick through the door.
A blessed relief when she lets go my dick but then I feel her hand slap me across the face. “I’m so sorry! He was trying to take advantage of me!” She cries.
If the moron believes her over the teenaged delinquent suspended in the air, I will fucking kill them both.
The man standing in the door looks at us and then looks at me. I’m stark naked with blood dripping from the wounds on my body. “Sheila, let that boy go right now and pack your shit. You abused your power and have taken advantage of him.”
“He needed to learn how to respect his elders…” Sheila argues stupidly.
The man shakes his head and runs over to me while taking off his coat. I didn’t even realize I was shaking until he placed his jacket over my shoulders. “Are you okay?” He questions me stupidly.
I shake my head. The truth is, I’m not okay. I don’t know if I will ever be okay again.
The sting from her nails wrapped around my dick all of those years ago still haunt me. Whenever I’m stressed out about something, I remember what it felt like to be helpless and I remember what it feels like to know how valuable the trust in another person is.
Allison’s going to be here any minute and I can’t have her see me with Sheila. I doubt she would say anything about Sheila being here, but she’s young and doesn’t know a lot. I don’t want to start our relationship off with some bull shit.
“Sheila, you need to leave.”
She shakes her head and leans in to smell my cologne. “Ah, I see!” She murmurs huskily. “You’ve got a new lady!”
I lounge for her to stop her from saying anything more. I’m worried as fuck that Allison will be here soon and I don’t want her to see Sheila.
With Allison being new to everything, I want her to know that she can trust me and I have to be able to trust her too. It’s all part of the relationship that I’m trying to build with her.
“Sheila, get the fuck away from me. I don’t want to play whatever game you’re trying to play!” I tell her with venom in my voice. Anything to get her to listen to what I’m telling her would be great.
She giggles a little and rubs one of her hands down my chest. The action of her touching me has me gagging on my spit. Why was I ever attracted to this woman? She’s ugly and she’s a monster on the inside. Everything about her is ugly.
Her nails snag the fabric of my tee. “Oh, sweetie. Oh, my sweet little boy. You will come to regret this. And your new girlfriend? Seriously? You could fucking do better!”
Before I can reply, she spins on her heels and saunters away from me.
I take a deep breath and slam the door shut.
ALLISON
Now that I know what kind of relationship Trip wants, I have the sudden urge to sex myself up a little. You know? Make my hair wild… Put on flashier makeup and wear something sexy. I want him to want me like I want him.
After that meeting with that woman, I feel inadequate being anything to Trip… much less a sexual partner. The truth is, I have no idea what it means to be a submissive and it’s scaring the shit out of me. What kind of stuff do I wear? Do I wear leather? Do I wear lace? Do I not wear anything?
Rolling my eyes, I whip open the lid to my laptop to type in anything to help me figure out what I’m supposed to be doing here.
What does a submissive wear?
My Google is flooded with pictures of women wearing ropes and women wearing leather. Every one of these women are in some sort of a vulnerable stance where the body is displayed to their masters. Is this the kind of thing he likes?
If this is what he likes and what he has had in the past then why is he with me? I’m nothing like these women and I won’t ever be.
Slamming the lid to my laptop closed, I grab my phone off my bed to check my bank account. Maybe I have enough money to buy a couple of things to look pretty for him tonight. I want him to want me.
“Hey, Allison! What are you doing?” Amanda whistles while strolling through our dorm room.
“Checking my bank account balance.”
She hums a little under her breath. “So, what’s going on with you and that tattooed guy? Did you guys bang? You know you made what’s-his-face super jealous!”
“Promise you won’t make a big deal out of this?” I question my roommate who is known for her big mouth.
Amanda crosses her heart like a dumb ass. “You have my word.”
“Liar,” I murmur under my breath.
She props down on my bed and tucks her legs under her body. “I promise!” She hisses.
“We had sex and it was amazing!” I gush while turning to look at her red face.
Amanda fans her face dramatically. “Does he have a big dick? I bet he has a huge dick. It’s pierced, isn’t it?”
