Rebels (Nomad Devils Motorcycle Club Book 2) (5 page)

CHAPTER 8

“I admit it doll,” Hudson smiled, “I didn’t expect you to come back to me.”

“It’s not what you think,” she rolled her eyes. “I need help with work.”

“Obviously.” He turned and walked towards the cheap sofa in the corner. “And I’m the only one you trust. Not long ago you were here because taking me in was your work. Now you want me to trust you?”

“Why wouldn’t you trust me?” Melissa was offended at the implication.

“You had me confide in you. Then you left.”

“You think that was a game? That any of…this…was a game?”

“What would you call this? Do you often seduce your suspects?”

“I did
not
seduce you.”

“But you still want me.”

“What?”

“You still want me.”

“And why do you think that?”

“Because you dressed differently,” he began. “Sexier. You have cleavage showing. Lots of it. Your jeans are a bit tighter. The way you stand. The way you run your tongue along your lip when you think I’m not looking. The way your right hand is rubbing against your thigh. Just far enough away to not draw attention to how damn sexy you look. You have makeup on. Not too much. But enough to show off your eyes and…” 

“I don’t know what…”

“Even as you argue, you’re shaking. You can’t resist, can you? The sound of my voice. The look on my face. Whenever my eyes drop to those sexy tits, your knees buckle. Of course, there’s also the telltale sign.”

“And what is that Hudson,” she asked.

“When I walk towards you,” he spoke in sultry voice, “I can hear you breathe faster, I can see your face turn just a shade redder under your makeup. Your hand are shaking, look at them. Your body tilts just a touch. Your nipples…” He looked at her breasts as he approached her, letting the word dangle in the air.

“Stop.” She spoke but it came out breathless.

“Is that what you want, Agent Fuller? Do you want me to stop?” he asked as his body came within inches of hers. “Your body is saying otherwise.”

“What do you want?” she asked with a crack in her voice.

“To bend you over my knee,” he leaned in towards her and began to whisper. “To bare your ass,” his voice vibrated against her ear. “To spank you for thinking it was okay to leave me.”

As the words came out, Melissa felt herself gasp. “This is business, Hudson,” she managed to squeak out past the desire building in her body.

“It can be both,” he offered. “Business and pleasure. Or is someone else giving you pleasure now?”

“N…no,” she stammered. “Only you. Or you were. But not now. Well you could. If you tried. But no. You aren’t pleasing me. No one is. Just me. But… no, there’s no one else.” She saw the smile on his face as he leaned in and placed his lips almost on hers. He wasn’t going to kiss her. He would wait on her to kiss him.

“I think it’s sexy when you stumble for what to say,” he snickered a little.

“What do you want from me?”

“I already told you,” he took a breath. “The question is, Agent Fuller, what do you want from me?”

Her mind wandered to the case. The kid that was shot. The gangs with their new assault rifles. The fact that a Mexican cartel leader was in town. Her kidnapping. His words about her. Logan’s potential involvement in several if not all of those things. The fact that she felt like she might have been set up. Everything that had been on her mind over the past week came flooding back in an instant.

She knew what she wanted from him. Help. She wanted him to give her the information she needed and help her solve this case. Get justice for that little boy. But when she opened her mouth, none of that came out.

“I want you to kiss me.” She breathed.

“Is that all?” he pouted.

“We have to start somewhere,” she answered.

With those words, Asher slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him. With vigor and power he placed his lips against hers, slipping his tongue in between them. Melissa lost all control as she let her body melt into his.

Tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, he slipped both hands under the waistband of her top and began to pull it over her head. A deep and guttural sigh came from her as he tossed it across the room. His hands worked feverishly to remove the bra she had recently purchased. A red number that helped lift and show off her cleavage.

“I like this,” he commented as he tossed it with the shirt. “It’s sexy as hell.”

Before moving on, Hudson took both of her arms by the wrist and pulled them straight above her head and removed his own hands.

“Don’t move your arms,” he instructed.

Melissa did as he said. His lips lowered to the nape of her neck and he slowly ran his tongue along the skin, causing her to shudder with excitement. As his mouth moved down, he knelt before her.

“You’ve been a naughty girl,” he commented as his lips moved towards a nipple. “I have special ways of punishing naughty girls,” and with that he took the bud into his mouth.

For what seemed like forever, Melissa groaned as Hudson tormented and teased her nipples. Nibbling, twisting, and sucking just hard enough to send spasms of ecstasy through her body.

His hands reached to the side and within moments he pulled out a pair of clamps. Sucking and licking each nipple to make it stiff, he placed a clamp over them one at a time and tightened it.

“Oh!” Melissa cried out as her knees trembled.

Hudson’s fingers slipped into the waistband of her jeans and flipped the button from the hole with a practiced touch. He pressed his head towards her as he slid the jeans slowly across her hips and down her legs. She could feel the moisture from his lips against her panties as he leaned in to slip her legs out of the pants.

She wanted more.

Hudson began to kiss the triangle of her panties, slipping his tongue along the fabric between her thighs every so often. She could feel the heat between her legs and the familiar throb of her clit pounding against the fabric.

“Oh god,” her ache deepened as he teased her through the last remaining piece of clothing. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

She felt her breath catch in her throat as Asher reached down to the waistband of his own pants. He was going to get undressed and satisfy her. He was going to give her what she wanted.

Her heart rate increased as she watched him unbuckle the belt he was wearing and begin to slip it through the loops.

“Mmm…Mmm…Mmm,” he spoke as if he were a parent. “I expect better behavior,” he stood and ran his hand from her crotch, across her abdomen and to her nipples.

His hand slid up her neck and to her chin.

“Look at me,” he instructed. “Do you know what you did wrong?”

Melissa could barely breathe. She saw the fire burning deep inside his eyes. He wanted her in a way she wasn’t sure anyone ever had and it turned her on. Watching him fold the belt and knowing she was about to be disciplined made her quiver. She wasn’t sure she could speak, so she nodded.

“And?” he asked. She should have known he was going to expect the words.

“I…I left,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry, one more time.” He responded as his hand slid around her waist and squeezed her ass.

“I left,” she stated, her voice steadier.

“Very good,” he pressed his fingertips hard into the fold of skin just under her buttocks. Melissa moaned from the desire in her body. “Leaving me left me unhappy,” he spoke sternly, but softly. “Do you want me to be unhappy?”

Melissa watched as his body walked around behind her. She felt his hand grasp her ass and give it one more squeeze. Then she felt fingertips in the waistband of her panties and felt the fabric in back being pulled down. Her ass was exposed for him. “No.”

“What do you want?” He asked as he traced her buttocks with his hand.

“To please you,” she answered.

Asher felt his cock harden at her words. She was a natural submissive and it turned him on greatly. Everything in his body wanted to bend her over and fuck her. Give himself the release that he needed so desperately. But that wasn’t how it worked and he knew that. He had to maintain control.

His hand rubbed her ass as he spoke. Preparing the soft flesh for what was coming was part  of the job.

“I wasn’t pleased,” he said to her. “So what do I do now?”

Melissa felt the lump in her throat. The urges in her body were out of control. She had totally forgotten about work or anything remotely related to it. She was here in this moment and wanted to experience every second.

“Punish me,” she offered as she stood before him, almost completely naked and her arms above her head.

“Under one condition,” he spoke against her ear as she felt the bulge of his jeans press hard against her ass.

By natural reaction, her back arched. She wanted this man desperately. “What is that?”

“Only if you’re mine,” he whispered. “I can’t punish you for going if you don’t belong to me,” his words sounded sexier than she would have ever imagined.

She shuddered.

“So tell me, Miss Fuller.” He pushed his cock against her ass as his hand slipped around and tightened the clamps on her nipples. His lips pressed lightly against her ear lobe and his teeth tugged at the flesh. “Do you belong to me?”

The ache in her body increased and she whimpered and nodded.

“Say it.”

“I belong to you. I am yours.”

“And?”

“And I will never leave you again.” She breathed the words more than she spoke them. But she meant them. Every word of them.

“Let’s make sure of that,” he spoke a little more sternly and she felt him back away.

Even prepared for it, the sting of the belt shocked Melissa as it hit the flesh of her buttocks. She cried out, partly in pain and partly in longing. Hudson repeated the swing four more times, giving her a total of five lashes.

Her clit throbbed underneath the panties. Hudson’s hand dropped the belt and both began to massage her buttocks.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he squeezed and kneaded the flesh.

“Please fuck me,” Melissa whimpered. “Please?”

Hudson walked around to face her. He studied her expression and leaned over to give her a gentle kiss. “Misbehaviors don’t deserve rewards.”

She whimpered as he backed up and took his place on the sofa. For what seemed like hours she stood before him, arms in the air, clamps on, mostly naked and trembling from desire. He just looked at her.

“I do love to look at your body,” he commented and she whimpered again. Part of her wanted to move and get dressed. The other part was so into this man watching her that she stood perfectly still and allowed it. “I might be willing to compromise,” he spoke again and her eyes met his with hope. “I won’t please you today,” he continued. “I can’t reward you. But if you are willing,” his smirk returned as his eyes danced, “I will allow you to please yourself in front of me.”

She debated the idea. Her body was craving his touch. But more than that, it was craving release. He had turned her desire on full force and she wasn’t going to be able to let go of it easily.