REIGN: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (2 page)

But back then? I had the emotional wisdom of a slug. And as much of my
own will, or even mind. It had only been three years that I’d been married to
Jeremy, but, like most lifelong abusers, he was good at mind games and
manipulation.

We’d dated for two years prior to being married, when I was still in
school, and when I look back I see all the signs. The little concessions I’d
make for him, starting way early in the relationship. The little power
struggles, which he always won. By the time my story gets started, I’d lost
pretty much anything that had once made me proud to be Gabriella.

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Reign barely looked up from the girl whose legs were draped across his
lap as Endo walked into the back office.

“’Sup,” Reign said, his hands busy playing with the girl’s tight
curls, bouncing them up and down. She was giggling like a lunatic. It wasn’t
exactly a sexy sound, more annoying than anything else, but Reign was tired,
and she was there, and she wasn’t a challenge.

He wished she had something to say besides “like”, “cool”, and “hot”,
though. He knew that in reality she probably had a hell of a lot more to say
than those few words, but she probably thought he wanted her to be a bimbo.
Whatever.

It wasn’t worth the effort to explain to her that, sometimes, men like
a woman with a little substance to her – in mind
and
body. The girl looked cute as shit in booty shorts and a crop
top, but she also looked cold, and young, and thin. The word
squeaky
came to mind.

“So, you know that dealer, the one who thought we were giving him the
run-around on that dope deal?”

“You mean, the one we
are
giving
the run-around?” Reign asked with a chuckle, drawing his eyes away from the
lollipop on his lap long enough to look at Endo expectantly.

“He’s out front,
rantin
’ and
ravin
’,” Endo said. “Honey’s doing her best to placate the
guy, but he’s
hollerin
’ for blood.”

“Look, that
ain’t
my deal, it’s
Knicker’s
. Get him on it, Endo,” Reign said, annoyed. He’d
just gotten back from a huge illegal immigrant job, hustling migrant workers
and pregnant women over the border to Utah. He wanted to enjoy this perky
brunette for an hour, drink himself into incoherence, and sleep for a day and a
half. Lord, Reign loved to sleep, and he hadn’t had much of it the past three
days.

“
Knicker
ain’t
here,” Endo said. “You’re top dog right now.”

“Well, fuck, have we even changed money with the guy?
Ain’t
it all just been talk?”

“Yeah, think so. As far as I know, we
ain’t
even got specifics down.”

“Fuck it. Tell him he can calm down and come back when
Knicker’s
here, or the deal’s off altogether and he can try
and sell ten pounds of dope in a small town in a state with a population of 2
million. He needs us more than we need him,” Reign said. “I’m serious. Tell him
no one here cares about this deal. It’s
Knicker
just
trying to show off to the boss. He can come back and talk to
Knicker
, or he can fuck off and never show his face around
here again.”

“Alright, boss,” Endo said, disappearing through the door he’d come in
through.

“Go lock the door, honey,” Reign said to the giggly, squirming chick.
She bounced off the sofa, exactly like a bunny from her hopping little gait to
her twitchy little nose. Returning to the sofa, she seemed to be trying to walk
seductively. It seemed forced. Still, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Reign
reached out as she got closer, grabbing her by the belt loops, pulling her
giggling form in between his knees.

He looked up at her as she blushed, taking the top of her barely-there
shorts in his teeth and snarling comically. She laughed again, the sound
getting a little bit sexier now that Reign was actually getting turned on.

He released her shorts, bringing a hand up to them, unbuttoning them
and letting them slide down her long, smooth legs to the floor. She was wearing
a sheer thong, and Reign leaned forward, nosing his way between her shaven
folds, breathing deeply. She giggled again, pushing his head away. He, in turn,
pushed her hands away, then proceeded to pull her thong down to join her shorts
on the floor.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, unable to remember her name. He leaned forward
again, wanting to pry those pretty pink lips apart and lick her until she
squealed for real. But she stopped him once more.

“No, that’s gross!” she said, backing away.

“Gross? C’mon, let me taste you, girl,” he said, pulling her back,
hands cupping her ass, pulling her slit towards him once more. His tongue
darted out in anticipation. The only thing Reign loved more than sleeping was
feeling girls come under his tongue. In fact, if he could eat girls out in his
sleep, he’d be the happiest man on planet earth. He’d only wake up to eat,
piss, and make money.

“No, really, that’s weird, Reign, I don’t like it,” the twiggy girl
said, her tone turning serious. Reign let his hands fall to his sides, ire
spiking. He didn’t like being turned down, but he wasn’t about to rape the poor
thing.

“You don’t know what you’re missing, doll,” he said, hoping to entice
her.

“
Mmmm
, neither do you, baby,” she said,
suddenly dropping to her knees and crawling forward, somewhat awkwardly, until
she was between his legs, one hand on each of his thighs. Reign sighed
inwardly, but he forced a smile.
What
kinda
man would I be if I turned down a nice BJ from a nice
girl?
He thought, still disappointed but willing to take what he could. He
kind of just wanted it to be over so he could crash.

The little brunette teased him slightly, or at least tried to,
wiggling her scant-but-perky chest under his nose while slowly unzipping his
pants, releasing his huge cock. She gasped, 100% genuine, when she saw it, and
seemed to rethink her plan of attack. Reign encouraged her with a slight stroke
on the back of the head, nudging her forward. She flicked her tongue across the
purple, puffy head before pulling back with another grin and smile.

“You’re the biggest I’ve seen,” she said, clearly nervous.

“I’ll go easy on you, gorgeous,” Reign said, pulling her head forward
a little more.
You won’t let me eat you
out, you’re acting all weird about the blowjob, little girl, if you don’t want
to do this, you should just go home and quit wasting my time. You were the one
who approached me, remember?

But, the brunette seemed to steel herself, and began to perform in
earnest, first lapping at his swollen head, then taking his shaft into her
mouth an inch at a time. Reign let his head loll back against the couch, his
hands coming up to her head, pressing slightly downward, more encouraging than
forceful. The brunette moaned around his cock, slathering it with her tongue,
humming against the head as she deep-throated him.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he groaned, feigning more enthusiasm than he felt.
It was just another blowjob, as far as he was concerned. His cock throbbed
against her wet tongue, the head massaged by her welcoming throat. He began to
pulse his hips against her, slowly, trying to be gentle as he looked down at
the top of her head. She brought one hand to his balls, cupping them and
fondling them gently while she bobbed eagerly on his cock.

“You want this cock, baby?” he asked, tired of watching her gag on
him, wanting to watch her come as she rode him. She pulled away, a trail of
spit from the head of his cock to her lips, and nodded eagerly, biting her lip.

He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up and onto his lap. She
straddled him, her small breasts in his face, just asking for his attention. He
was glad to provide it. He pulled her crop top up, exposing her bra-less chest,
and leaned forward, suckling one of her nipples into his mouth as she slowly
lowered herself onto his massive rod.

“Oh,
fuccccckkkk
,” she moaned, and looking
up Reign watched her eyes roll back into her head as she took the entire length
of him into her tight pussy. She felt warm, and wet, and he moaned as he thrust
his hips upwards, filling her even more as his tongue darted around her
nipples, moving back and forth from one to the other, his hands kneading her
ass as she began to ride him.

“Oh, God, fuck, Reign, you feel so fucking good,” she whimpered, her
hands draped around his neck now as she twisted her hips in a circle while
pumping up and down on his cock, her face growing red and her breathing labored
as she impaled herself on his member.

Reign brought one hand to her clit, gently pressing against it as she
gyrated atop him, lowering herself forcefully onto his cock, no longer aiming
to please him, lost in her own pleasure. Just how he liked it. He thrust his hips
upwards to meet her, using his strong arm around her ass to help her move
faster, harder.

“Yeah? You
gonna
come for me, baby?” he
said, watching as her eyes seemed to lose all focus, her mouth forced open into
an O shape as she got carried away, now not needing his help at all as her body
took over, demanding release, filled with his cock.

She began to tremble on top of him, and he increased the pressure
against her clit. She looked down, her face almost pained, pleasure dripping
from her lips like nectar as she cried out in short bursts, her pussy dripping
onto his thighs. Her grip around him increased, and her eyes popped open.

“Yeah, just like that, baby girl, fuck my dick, come for daddy,” he
growled, knowing that a girl like this was likely to lose her mind just from
the word “daddy”. He was right, and seconds later she was clutching him to her,
crying out as her pussy contracted around his cock, throbbing and milking it
for all it was worth, her body trembling in his arms.

“Oh, god, fuck, yes, Reign,
fuuuuuuuuuck
,”
she moaned, her hips gyrating against him wildly now.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered into her ear, pressing his hand against her
lower back to fill her even more as she bucked on top of him. He loved watching
her lose control, loved when women went crazy on his dick, begging for more.
Finally, the tiny brunette slumped against him, her hips now thrusting with
much less enthusiasm against him as she recovered from her climax.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said, picking up speed now as she rode
him again. But he wouldn’t come that way, and he pulled her upwards and off
him, taking his own dick in his hands.

“Take off your top,” he demanded, knowing that if she hadn’t already
been willing to do whatever he said, she certainly was now. She obliged
quickly, dropping the top to the floor. “Kneel down.”

Again, she was happy to oblige, planting her hands on his thighs once
more as he stroked his cock, now slick with her juices. He looked at her face,
still flushed and rosy from her climax, her breathing not quite back to normal.

“Are you
gonna
come on my tits, daddy?” she
asked, pouting, playing up the “daddy” angle. It wasn’t really Reign’s thing,
but he liked to do whatever made the girls happy.

“Yeah, baby girl, daddy’s
gonna
come all over
your tits, and I want you to lick it all off,” he said with a snarl, doing
mental gymnastics to try and put some meat on the lithe body in front of him –
too thin for his taste. She was gorgeous though, with those pouty little-girl
lips, and soon he felt himself automatically jerking off harder, his balls
churning, the girl in front of him thrusting her chest out for him and running
her hands up and down his thighs.

“Fuck,” Reign groaned as a stream of cum shot out of his cock, landing
square on the brunette’s chest, making her close her eyes and squeal in
pleasure. He shot load after load onto her, watching her systematically wipe
the cum from her tits and suck it off her fingers with relish.

“Thank you, daddy,” she whispered through a mouthful of his hot cum,
the last of his load landing just short of the mark. He watched her get the
last bit of semen, which hung almost comically from her nipple, and guzzle it
into her throat.
She’s cute,
he
thought, unable to fight the slightest bit of affection for the otherwise
anonymous girl.

“Thank
you,
” he said. “But
daddy’s
gotta
sleep now.”

“Of course,” the girl said, knowing her place well enough not to ask
if she could sleep with him. Instead, she hopped to her feet and quickly
dressed herself, leaving her shorts unbuttoned. Reign noticed the slightest
string of cum dangling from her hair and decided to leave it be; she’d probably
just move on to Endo or whatever other club members were hanging around the
bar. He leaned forward to smack her ass, playfully, as she skipped from the
room.
 

He grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was sitting on the floor near
the couch and took a huge guzzle, feeling it burn down his throat. And then he
lay down on the couch, stretching out, closing his eyes. As he drifted off to
sleep, he felt cold and wished he had a blanket, or a warm body next to him.
Not the girl, but someone else. Someone he’d never met, but who, deep down
where he could barely admit it to himself, he wished he would meet soon.