Rough Road: A Bad Boy MC Romance, page 6
“I might,” Koda replied thoughtfully, rolling the bike into an open workspace. “I’m going to send out a group invitation. I want everyone at the tavern for a get-together.”
“About time. We haven’t done that in a while. Let’s make it Sunday,” Hank suggested. “The end of the weekend is always good.”
“Done! I’ll get in touch with Sam,” Koda promised, grabbing his toolbox and sitting on the floor in front of the powerful machine. “I’ll ask Greta if she and her daughter can be there to cook up some hamburgers and fries. Now let’s see what’s wrong with this old bike.”
Repairing motorcycles soothed his soul and cleared his head, but as he began the work, he wondered if his absence from the bar had been responsible for the dire situation in which he found himself. Though he told people it was the smoke-filled room that had kept him away, there were other reasons.
First, he’d lost Portia.
The emotional breakup had been confounding, draining, and exasperating.
A short time later, his father had fallen victim to an aggressive form of cancer. During his final days they talked about many things, but his last words involved Koda’s mother.
“Marry the woman you love,” he’d muttered. “Even the hard times will be worth it.”
He’d also apologized for being weak, which Koda couldn’t understand. Until his illness, his dad had always been a tower of strength.
Following the funeral, Koda had found it virtually impossible to spend time at his bar. Unable to maintain the jovial facade, he’d hunkered down in the family home. When he’d finally surfaced he was shocked to learn his father had taken out a life insurance policy. Koda suddenly found himself with half a million dollars. He’d paid off his business loans, and begun construction on the patio extension.
But as the weeks continued to pass, Portia remained in the forefront of his mind. When he’d discovered something may not be right with the ledgers, he decided he’d found the perfect excuse to contact her.
His mind wandering as he tinkered, he had to smile. Their passionate reunion had taken his breath away, but now it was time to return to his tavern and face the unexpected drama she’d uncovered. He needed to reconnect with his buddies. Their support and friendship would keep him strong, and when he uncovered the scumbag behind the scam, if things got rough, they’d have his back.
Except for Benny.
The best friend who wasn’t.
Koda couldn’t imagine Benny making enough to warrant a money-laundering scheme, or the smarts to pull it off, but Benny did know Portia was a qualified accountant. Had that been the motive behind the horrible attack she’d described?
As the afternoon hours rolled by, though he had more questions than answers, repairing the bike worked its magic and Koda had settled down. Turning the wrench on the last bolt, he rose to his feet and glanced at the large clock on the wall.
“Would you look at that,” he declared. “Finished with five minutes to spare.”
“How do you do that?” Jake demanded. “It’s unbelievable how you manage to do that every time.”
“I have no idea. I’ll print out the bill, then I’m outta here. I have his credit card info. Ask him if it’s still okay to use it.”
“Will do.”
Returning his toolbox to the workbench and hanging up his overalls, he sauntered into his office. Removing his cell phone and sitting at his desk, he placed a call to Portia and powered up his computer.
“Hi, Koda. How is everything?”
“Good. What about you?”
“I’ve been cooking.”
“I like the sound of that. I’m going to swing by my house and grab a few things. I’ll be there in about forty-five minutes.”
“May I make a suggestion?”
“Always.”
“Your home is twenty minutes in the opposite direction. Why don’t you just stop at the mall? It would be so much faster to pick up a pair of jeans and couple of T-shirts, and you’ll miss all the traffic.”
“Spoken like a true princess. Buying new clothes to save some time, but it’s not a bad idea,” he replied, recalling an adult toy store not far from the mall. “You might want to turn the oven down though.”
“Why?”
“We need to talk about what you did today.”
He heard her quick intake of breath.
“Uh, yes, Sir,” she murmured, her voice slightly breathless.
“I want to find you in position four when I walk into your bedroom, and don’t forget the blindfold.”
“I won’t, Sir.”
“Goodbye, princess.”
“Bye, Koda.”
His cock stirring in his jeans as he ended the call, he pushed the erotic picture to the back of his mind and turned his attention to the computer. The invoice for the bike repair was printing out when his office door unexpectedly opened. Jerking his head around expecting to find Jake or Hank, he was taken aback to find Benny grinning down at him.
“You work too hard,” Benny declared. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Plenty of times,” Koda replied, barely controlling the overwhelming desire to leap up and pound his fist into Benny’s face. “Why are you here?”
“Good to see you too, pal,” Benny retorted. “Sounds like you need a drink. Come on, let’s go to Hazel’s.”
“Why would I go to Hazel’s when I have a bar of my own?”
“Girls, dickhead, girls!”
“You know the women there aren’t my type.”
“Maybe they would be if you gave one of them a chance.”
“You mean if I wanna stick my hand in my wallet. No, thanks.”
“Money well spent if it puts you in a better mood!”
Not responding to the comment, Koda lifted the paper from the printer and placed it in a tray on his desk.
“Just one drink,” Benny insisted.
“Nope!”
Rising to his feet and slipping into his jacket, Koda grabbed his bag, pushed past Benny, and strode through the garage.
“See you guys in the morning.”
“Bye, Koda,” Hank called. “Keep me posted about Sunday.”
“Sure will.”
“Hey, wait up,” Benny shouted, marching after him.
Koda turned and faced his long-time friend, now a treacherous bastard. “Benny, I have no time and I’m not in the best of moods.”
“No shit. What happened?”
“I fired the construction company,” Koda exclaimed, wanting to see how Benny would respond.
“You did what? You shouldn’t have done that.”
“What’s it to you?”
“You don’t stop something halfway through. You know how hard it is to find a decent contractor.”
“Yeah, and those incompetent jerks proved it. I’ll catch ya later. There’s somewhere I need to be.”
“Hang on...”
Koda paused, then narrowed his eyes. “Benny, I know you like to live on the edge, but if you get too close you might suddenly find yourself in a fatal freefall. A word of advice. Get your shit together before it’s too late—if it’s not already.”
Benny stared back at him, but didn’t speak.
Turning away, Koda strode to his bike, stuffed his bag into his storage compartment, donned his helmet and climbed on board, but before riding off he glanced back at his former friend.
A deep frown etched Benny’s brow, and fear danced in his eyes.
Chapter Seven
Position four.
The instruction filled Portia with dread.
It also sent her tummy tumbling and nerves firing.
Turning down the oven, she raced up the stairs to shower. In spite of their traumatic breakup months before, their chemistry was still hot—maybe even hotter—and she wanted everything he offered.
The pain and mind-numbing pleasure. The torturous teasing and time-stopping bliss. Most of all she loved falling into her sublime surrender.
Though he wouldn’t arrive for a while, her tremulous anxiety made her hurry in the shower. As she excitedly foamed her body, she closed her eyes and imagined him shopping. Unlike her, he’d be unruffled and methodical, and she wondered if he’d make a stop at Perverse Indulgence. The sex store was on the way to the mall. He’d taken her there once, and she longed to return.
Bending her over a counter in the middle of the shop, completely unfazed by the presence of the other shoppers, he’d swatted her several times with a Lucite paddle, then flew several floggers across her backside, followed by a stinging tawse. By the time he’d finished, her face burned as red as her backside.
But his fun continued.
He’d led her into the clothing department to try on several salacious outfits. Calling her out from the fitting room and turning her around, he’d eyed her up and down making suggestive comments. Then came the shopping for dildos and restraints. With every item he’d selected, he sent her to the counter to hand it to the salesclerk. She had loved every red-faced, intoxicating moment.
Stepping from the shower and toweling off, the decadent memories swirled through her head, but as she brushed her hair and applied some light makeup, his pending arrival took over her thoughts. Nervously searching out the eye mask, she left the bathroom, closed the drapes, pulled back the bedcovers, then sat on the edge of the bed to wait.
The dogs barked.
They were in the backyard, and moments later she heard them running through the house. Heart in her mouth, she climbed on the bed, put the blindfold in place, and taking a long, anxious, deep breath, she assumed the position.
* * *
Carrying his bag in one hand and a large paper sack in the other, Koda climbed the stairs two at a time. Moving quickly down the hall and into Portia’s bedroom, he hastily closed the door as the two dogs attempted to follow him in, then cast his eyes to the bed.
He broke into a devilish grin.
Resting on her knees with her ass in the air and her face turned sideways on a pillow, her fingers dug into her skin as she clutched her cheeks and pulled herself apart. Dropping his leather bag on the floor, he moved wordlessly forward, opened the paper sack, and placed his decadent purchases on the bedside table.
“Stay as you are while I clean up.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied breathlessly. “I, uh, I’m so glad you’re here.”
He smoothed his palm across the back of her thighs.
“I’m not sure you’ll feel that way while I’m punishing you,” he said sternly, abruptly delivering a few hard slaps. “While I’m gone, think about why you’re being disciplined.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Striding into her bathroom, he stripped off and stepped into the shower. Benny’s surprise visit had been unnerving, but the decadent shopping had helped to distract him. Vigorously soaping himself under the steaming water, his thoughts were consumed with the beautiful girl waiting for his debauched attention.
Stepping from the stall and toweling off, his cock already rigid and ready, he wanted to jump on the bed and ravage her mercilessly, but her discipline had to come first.
Remaining naked, he grabbed a condom, strode into the bedroom, and resolved to protect her, he picked up the brand new, short, thick riding crop. Though the extent of the danger surrounding them was unknown, his gut said it was serious. Very serious. Portia had to take it seriously.
“Have you been thinking about what you did?” he asked, resting the leather tongue against her puckered rosebud.
She gasped, then whimpered.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m listening,” he said sternly, lightly tapping it against her.
“I shouldn’t have explored those addresses by myself. I should have called you and told you about them.”
“Correct,” he said sharply, moving the crop to her sit spot and landing a stinging swat on each side. “Tell me how you feel right now.”
“Ow! Very embarrassed, Sir, and scared and sorry.”
“Why are you scared?”
“The punishment, Sir.”
“Have I ever hurt you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I mean—really hurt you.”
“No, Sir.”
“Think carefully before you answer this next question, and remember, I’ll know if you’re lying. Did you go to those addresses to test me? Did you want to see if I’d changed over these last few months?”
She paused.
Waiting for her answer, he returned the crop to her dark hole.
“Um... a bit.”
“What does that mean?”
“I did... I do... need to feel your control again... like this... but I also had a feeling about those companies.”
“You suspected they were fronts, and you wanted to find out if you were right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t move.”
Dropping the small whip on the bed, he picked up a small tube of lubricant and dropped a dollop against her dark hole. She let out a soft cry, and as he reached for the vibrating butt plug her breathing turned into short, quick gasps.
“You know what to say, princess. Don’t make me remind you.”
“Ooh, Sir, what I did was wrong. Please, will you punish me?”
“How?”
“Please, will you push a dildo into my backside and make me wear it while you spank me?”
“Remember, you’re not allowed to climax. Only good girls are allowed their orgasms.”
“Yes, Sir, but what will happen if I can’t stop it?”
“What do you think will happen?”
“Oh, Sir.”
“This should prevent you from taking things into your own hands again,” he muttered, pressing the intruder against her tight entrance. “Princess—I know it’s been a while, but I don’t like this resistance.”
His free hand suddenly landed on the back of her thighs with a series of rapid-fire slaps.
“Ow, oh, ow, I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Apparently you needed to feel the sting of encouragement. Did it do the trick?” he demanded, pushing the dildo forward again.
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s much better.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured breathlessly, surrendering to the lewd invader. “I deserve to be punished.”
“Drop your hands and lock your fingers together above your head. I bought a flogger. I’m sure it will drive home my point.”
* * *
Koda had never been a man to play games, and he’d made no secret that his attraction to her still burned white hot. Given their fervent reunion, Portia had wondered if his steel spine might have gained some flexibility. Though it was true she’d been eager to uncover the truth about Ace Building Supplies and Willow Wines, exploring their brick and mortar headquarters by herself had been a way to find out. He was giving her the answer in no uncertain terms.
The dildo filled her completely.
She hated it. Loved it. Hated it.
Long strips of leather softly draped across her bottom, but only briefly.
“I’m placing the handle of this flogger between your legs,” he said, his voice husky as he pressed it up against her pussy. “Squeeze your thighs together and hold it in place. If you let the flogger fall—”
“I won’t, Sir,” she promised, hastily closing her legs around the cool, hard shaft.
“That means you can’t kick out as I heat up your backside. You can probably wriggle, but I’d be careful.”
She was about to respond, when the phallus stuffing her backside suddenly buzzed. Gasping as the sensations vibrated through her sex, she fought an unexpected urge to spread her legs.
“Remember, princess, you mustn’t orgasm.”
“Ooh, but it might just happen,” she whimpered, knowing there’d be no stopping a climax from the persistent droning dildo.
“Then you’d better hope it doesn’t!”
Moaning loudly, she tried in vain to grind against the hard leather handle. Though initially the feel of it had been immensely satisfying, she quickly discovered it was just another giant tease. His hand smacked down, snatching her attention, then spanked relentlessly from cheek to cheek.
“What you did was reckless! You know better,” he scolded as he reddened her upturned behind. “Did anyone know you were heading off to that abandoned business park?”
“No, Sir, ouch, ow.”
“Anything could have happened!”
As the force and speed of his slaps increased, she couldn’t stop herself from squirming, but froze as she felt the handle of the flogger shift.
“Not smart on either count, Portia.”
“Either count, Sir?” she managed, trying to keep her thighs clenched around the handle.
“First, testing my will, and second, deciding you’re a private investigator,” he declared without missing a beat. “All I asked you to do was go over the books.”
“Ouch, ooh, Sir, I’m sorry. I won’t do anything like that again, I swear.”
“Make sure you don’t,” he scolded, landing a flurry of stinging slaps across her sit spot. “There. Now your ass is ready for the flogger. Open your legs.”
But the hard spanking and vibrating dildo had stoked the flames of her erotic fire. As she shuffled her knees apart, she let out a cry and threw back her head.
“Sir, I’m close to a climax! I can’t stop it. Please, Sir, may I come?”
“Of course not!” he exclaimed, quickly turning off the vibrator.
Dropping her head in the pillow, she let out a muffled moan, but the leather tongues swished across her backside. The pain wasn’t the heavy, thudding burn like the flogger he’d used in the past, but a keen sting.
“Sir, Sir, ooh, that hurts,” she wailed, squirming her hips. “Please, Sir.”
“Count to three,” he ordered, ignoring her plea, “and don’t make me wait.”
“One, two, three.”
The spicy lash landed again.
“Ooh, Sir, ooh.”
“Count again.”
“One, two, three.”
She grit her teeth, waiting for the blow. It hit. She squealed.
“Again!”
“One, two, three.”
“I like this flogger,” he declared, delivering the next. “Arch your back. Show me your ass.”
