Shade's Fall (42 page)

Shade went to his cabinet, opening the side where he kept his toys, she was sure. He pulled out a paddle then sat it back down. Next, he took out a flogger. Lily swallowed hard when he sat that back down. He paused several seconds before he opened a sliding compartment to the side, taking out what she had only seen in old westerns that looked like a whip.

Lily lost her confidence.

Scanning her new bedroom, she picked the closest corner and ran to it, shivering when Shade laughed.

He sat the whip down on the chair next to the cabinet then went back to his cabinet and pulled out leather cuffs.

“Get on the bed, Lily.”

“I’m sorry. I overreacted.” Lily’s temper had fled when he had pulled out the flogger.

“You’re not sorry yet, but you will be.” He pointed to the bed. “Bed. Now.”

Lily tried one more time to escape her punishment. “Blueberries.”

“What did I tell you about using your safe word to get out of a punishment?” If it was possible, his frown became even more ferocious. Her mouth snapped open. “If you’re about to tell me you hate me, I would seriously think about it.” Her mouth closed.

Lily wanted to cry, but channeled her inner Sex Piston and stubbornly lifted her chin. Leaving the relative safety of the corner, she went to the bed and lay down.

“On your stomach.” Lily paused then rolled onto her stomach.

As soon as she was on her stomach, she heard him move. He took her wrist and placed the leather cuff around her wrist then moved it to the headboard and slipped the ring into the hook on the bottom, snapping it closed. He moved to her other side and did the same. He then moved to the foot of the bed and buckled another cuff around her ankle before doing the same to the other. She was now bound and spread-eagled on the bed.

His hand brushed her calf as he picked up the whip.

“I can understand you being angry about Raci wearing my jacket. I wouldn’t have said a thing if you had tore me a new asshole. What I didn’t think was cool was you trying to get Rider killed. If you had touched anything of his, he would have been in the morgue tonight, brother or not.

“I don’t think that you have quite grasped the fact that you are mine, Lily. Mine.”

She heard the swish of the whip and gave a startled scream, waiting for the burning pain. She lay there, paralyzed with fear, not knowing what to do. When the tip of the whip touched the hair on the back of her shoulder, it actually felt like he had brushed it away with his hand. She felt only the faintest touch against her skin.

Thinking he had missed, she heard the sound of the whip again, this time feeling it against her other shoulder, the barest touch as if he had touched her with a gentle finger. She lay tense as another series of flicks had her feeling as if he was caressing her with fluttering touches. Her fear lessened and she relaxed against the mattress, a tear of relief she couldn’t hold back slipping from the corner of her eye.

The whip started striking her faster, moving from her shoulders to different areas of her back. This time Lily felt the strikes going from caresses to tingling, waking her nerve endings until she felt a light buzz across her skin, almost like when she felt static electricity. She felt the tiny flicks as he moved to her lower back then her buttocks, down her legs to her ankles. Her whole body was tingling.

Shade moved between her thighs, his fingers sliding into the moisture she had felt beginning when the whip had been striking her buttocks. Two fingers plunged into her passage.

“Are you doing okay, Lily?”

“Yes,” She mumbled.

Shade’s fingers slid out of her, giving only a faint brush against her clit. He went to the nightstand and Lily heard the music as he switched it on. He walked back to the foot of the bed where she couldn’t see him again.

“I didn’t give Raci my jacket. She was joking around and picked it up and put it on. I told her to take it off several times. I controlled my temper and didn’t jerk it off her the way I wanted because I knew she had smoked some pot and thought she was being cute. I told her that she earned a month’s punishment. She wasn’t allowed to smoke anymore pot since she obviously doesn’t know how to handle it. Then I told her that if she touched my fucking jacket again, she would lose her membership to The Last Riders. She got my message. You, on the other hand, are still learning. That’s okay, though, because I’m patient and I plan on teaching you to behave just the way I want.”

As he talked, the whip began striking at her buttocks, the tingling now escalating to a slight stinging sensation that had first startled her, but now had small moans escaping her lips. The speed they were hitting her was so fast, she would feel the small sting then another would start before the other could fade away.

He stopped again and she felt his fingers slipping inside of her again, plunging deep before sliding away. His thumb caressing her clit with firm swipes before stopping suddenly.

“Shade…”

This time, when the whip struck, it felt thicker, making a loud thud sound, but it didn’t hurt. It felt like when she had been given a deep tissue massage.

The whip moved back and forth across her shoulders. Lily moaned louder, her hips wiggling on the mattress. The whip stopped.

“Quit moving or I’ll stop,” Shade ordered.

Lily froze on the mattress, not wanting it to end. The whip resumed. She did not understand how the loud thud against her flesh wasn’t hurting.

Lily’s body became boneless under the massaging rhythm of the whip as it began to feel harder against her bottom, moving back and forth across her buttocks as if he was now lightly spanking her. Lily felt the moisture between her thighs increase, becoming embarrassed that in her spread eagle position she was unable to hide her response to his strikes. The pressure in her began to build.

She tried to wiggle in her restraints again, and the whip immediately stopped. The now familiar feel of Shade stroking her pussy almost made her come.

“Do not come,” Shade ordered, pressing down on her clit.

A broken whimper slipped past her lips. “Please, Shade.”

“Do Not Move.” Shade’s hand left her and then he returned to tormenting her with his whip. The heavy thuds across her buttocks returned and his spanking continued. She heard him moving this time when the whip hit. It felt like the time he had put her over his lap and spanked her hard. The whip moved across her butt to just under the curve of her butt cheek.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked Rider for his jacket,” Lily cried, wanting to come. The pleasure/pain of his strokes was driving her toward an orgasm and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. Her body was being taken over by a frenzied need.

When she didn’t think she could stay still any longer, she heard the thud of the whip as it hit the floor. Then Shade’s hands were on the cuffs at her feet, unbuckling them from the hooks.

“If you want my dick, get on your knees.”

Lily forced her shaking body to move as he un-cuffed her wrists. With the use of her hands returned, she was able to get onto her knees, her dark hair sliding forward, hiding her face from his sharp gaze.

She watched as he removed his jeans.

“Do you really believe I will cheat on you?” Shade’s face was stoic as he stared at her, but the look in his eyes was easily readable.

“No.” Lily released a deep breath, beginning to cry.

A tender look crossed his face, his hand reaching out to stroke her face. “Angel, I’m not Marshall. He made you think he was going to be a father to you and betrayed your trust. That’s why when you felt Beth had betrayed you, you took it so bad. Beth didn’t betray you, and I sure as fuck won’t.”

Shade moved to the bed, getting into position behind her. His cock brushed the opening of her pussy, just letting the tip of his cock enter her. His hand pulled her hair back, keeping it in a tight grip.

“You’re going to give me everything I need from a woman.” His cock slid through her tight channel then came to a stop.

Lily cried out. “Please, Shade. I can’t take anymore.”

“You are the woman I love. You’re my wife. I never put my ring on another woman. I never gave them my love. I never gave them me. Not once. Only to you, my wife, have I given myself to. Don’t you ever doubt that again.”

“I won’t,” Lily cried out as he buried his length to her belly, his cock hitting her high, causing a brief flare of pain before his strokes changed direction, rubbing against the inside of her. It brought a fission of sensation unlike any she had felt before.

His hand gripped her hip, bringing her butt higher while he stroked downward. His other hand tugged at her hair, forcing her head back.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Lily moaned over and over again as his dick plunged inside of her with enough force that she heard each smack as his body hit hers.

The erotic sound with the music made her feel as if he surrounded her, that there was no escape from the control he had over the pleasure that was breaking her apart into tiny pieces. The orgasm struck with a climatic force.

Lily lost all control of her body as she fell, shaking, to the mattress with Shade following her down, pinning her under his weight as he continued to fuck her steadily. Lily’s nails tore at the sheets as he showed no mercy, forcing another orgasm out of her rippling pussy. His hands reached for her hand interweaving them together.

“My wife.” The relief and aching love in his voice and all it conveyed was shared with her in that moment of intimacy. Every minute and second he had waited had been torture for this man of hers.

Lily felt him shudder against her as his cock jerked his release deep within her. Lily lowered her head against the sheet, exhausted both mentally and physically.

Shade rolled to his side, pulling her to lay on his chest.

“Are you still mad at me?”

Shade twined a tendril of her hair through his fingers. “I don’t get mad at you, Lily. I’m a—”

Lily laughed. “A patient man. I know.”

“I didn’t want my jacket on her either, but I was trying to be a nice guy.” His words reminding her how often she had called him mean.

Lily lowered her head, ashamed. “I’m really sorry.”

Shade grinned. “You can show me that temper anytime.” His hand moved down to rub her bottom. “In private. I like to keep my business my own,” he clarified. “Are you sore?”

“No.” Lily shook her head, yawning.

Shade rose up with her, getting to his feet then carrying her to the bathroom. He sat her on her feet while he made a bath for her. She saw him pour something into the water.

“Rose and Lavender oils,” he told her.

Lily sank into the warm water when it was ready, leaning back against the tub as Shade went to the sink. She watched as he shaved, looking at his tattoo covered body. She didn’t know how she had gotten lucky enough to get Shade, just grateful she had.

“What are you thinking?” Shade asked his now familiar question. He liked control, that was for sure. He constantly wanted to know what she was thinking. She thought it was his own insecurity showing itself.

She caught his gaze in the mirror. “I was thinking, now would be a good time to tell you that I offered to throw Sex Piston’s baby shower tomorrow night.”

*  *  *

Shade stood in the kitchen with Razer, Viper and Stud, wondering how in the hell he had been put in this position. His eyes went to the other men and saw the same expression on their faces.

“I take it you’re having a boy,” Shade said.

Stud grinned proudly, the only man in the group not ashamed to admit he was pussy whipped. “Thank fuck. If it had been a girl, I had my escape plan in place.”

Shade watched Lily hand Sex Piston a blue stroller made of diapers that she had stayed up half the night to make. When he had asked why not just give her the fucking pack of diapers, she had looked like he had cracked his whip across her ass. After that, he had kept his mouth shut.

Shade heard Crazy Bitch question Lily about his tats. He reached in the cabinet by Viper’s head for his liquor bottle then grabbed enough glasses for the other men.

He was pouring himself a glass when he heard a sudden burst of laughter.

“Shade helped you make my gift?” Sex Piston’s disbelieving voice rose over the giggles.

“Yes, Shade brags all the time about how patient he is, but I never would have believed he would have helped like he did. He counted out the diapers, then made the wheels, and when I couldn’t thread the ribbon through the top, he did it for me.” His wife’s damning words had the men looking at him with amusement on their faces.

He added another two fingers of whiskey to his glass.

“Patient? She actually thinks you’re patient?” Viper almost choked on his drink.

“Shut the fuck up,” Shade threatened, pouring himself another drink. It was a sad day when his brethren had the courage to laugh at him. The men at least were smart enough to smother their laughter.

“He’s nothing like Train then.” Shade winced for Train as Killyama dissected their fuck session. His fellow brother did not come out well.

When the women moved on to asking Lily questions, his hand was shaking as he poured the men their refills. It was a good thing he had wanted to wait a couple of weeks before he used his favorite toy on his wife again or she would have been complaining over the pretty sunrise pattern he promised himself she would receive for putting him through this torture.

Lily came into the kitchen, pulling out the large pitcher of tea she had made, stopping briefly to brush a kiss on his cheek. His eyes followed the jiggle of her ass as she went back into the living room.

His president put his arm around his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Shade. It could be worse. You could be Train.”

Chapter 37

Friday

Lily walked down the pathway from her house, down to the parking lot. She still felt a thrill when she said
my
house,
my
husband. It had only been four days since their marriage, so she was sure it was going to feel that way for a while. She hoped it always did. She never wanted to take what she was feeling for granted.