The Lyon Trilogy (18 page)

I smiled as she bit into her lip as she
concentrated on what she was doing on the screen. My Angel was just naturally
sensual, and she couldn't help it.

"When we get back from out of town
I'm taking you shopping." She looked over at me with a frown.

"I thought we did that already."

"Not this kind of shopping, I'm
taking you to get things for both our pleasure." She still didn't seem to
understand.

"You ever been fucked doggie style
while wearing four inch heels, Angel? What am I saying, of course you
haven't."

She made a weird sound and squirmed around
in her chair.

"Dammit, Lyon, you owe me another pair
of underwear."

"Let me see." I walked over to
her desk as she opened her legs and showed me her wet crotch under her mini
skirt. I couldn't resist pushing my hand under the elastic and copping a feel
before licking my fingers of her juices.

"Sweet."

"You, get up here. Whenever we ride
you're either beside me, or ahead of me, so I can keep an eye on your ass.

"I was just talking to Jared..."

"The fuck I say, stop fucking around."

I glared at Storm to let him see my
displeasure.

I'm in a piss poor mood. When we'd gone
home after work and had a quick bite before getting ready for our little test
ride everything had been fine, and it was only after I'd met her in the garage
wearing this get up that my whole demeanor had changed. I had no idea she even
owned such a thing.

No one would mistake me for a prude by any
stretch of the imagination, but I did not like seeing my woman out in public
like this for other men to ogle.

She was wearing a body hugging leather
suit in all black with zippers up the sides, from under her arms, to just above
her hips, and the material hugged her ass and tits as if molding them or some
shit. I think she knew there was no way in hell I would've ever let her leave
the house like that, because she'd been in the garage and already mounted by
the time I was ready.

Now I'm pissed beyond my own fucking
endurance. What the fuck was she thinking? She didn't even know the danger she
was in right now. I tried not to lose my temper too often because it was not a
pretty sight, but this shit was about to make me blow a fucking gasket. As part
of the ride I've made plans to meet with my guy about the third target. To get
caught up on what was going on with the other two, if there were any rumblings
about what had befallen them, and to pay him the rest of this money. I wasn't
too jazzed about my woman being around unknowns looking like she'd just got out
of an S&M shoot.

I'm so pissed I can't even enjoy the fact
that my baby can ride. Her bike, though built for luxury, has some speed to it,
and it was kind of big for a little girl. I've already drawn up the specs for a
bike for her, and I'm going to have her work on it with me but that's for
another time.

I know she sensed my displeasure because I
wasn't talking to her through the headphones in her helmet and I kept my head
straight. Some of the guys had brought their old ladies with them since they
knew it was a trial run for Angel. As we came up on the other crew I watched as
they clocked her. I checked my back for my peace making sure they saw the
action, so they'd know I'm not to be fucked with.

"Aye yo." I approached my
contact and passed off the envelope with the rest of his cash.

"We still on track?"

"Of course, but you know we could do
this one pro bono. You've already done us a solid on the first two, and our guy
says you're the shit, you know."

"Nah, it's cool, I appreciate it, but
business is business. You know what I mean bro?" Plus I don't know,
neither do I trust, your ass.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw some
dude chatting up my girl, and I also saw her smiling a little flirtatiously if
you ask me.

"It's cool, Lyon, he doesn't mean
anything by it man."

"Get him the fuck out of there."
I put my fingers between my lips and whistled. Kat jumped and looked in my
direction. I pointed at her and then at my side, and she frowned at me a little
in disbelief before she started walking towards me.

She was going to pay for that hesitation,
she'd just made a bad situation worse.

"We're done, yeah?"

"Sure man it's cool." He looked
at me all nervous and shit, making me wonder just what our mutual acquaintance
had told him about me.

"I'll let you know how things work
out."

"You do that."

I turned to her and without uttering a
word led her back to our bikes.

* * * * *

Oh shit is he mad, but why? I hadn't done
anything wrong, and it couldn't be my talking to that guy, because he'd been a little
off before that. I tried racking my brain to figure out what I could've
possibly done to earn his ire, but nothing came to mind.

We'd been playful at the office where he
kept telling me how greedy I was, and that I needed to leave him alone to get
some work done. We'd gone home to get ready for our ride, and I'd made a light
dinner, which we ate together before I headed upstairs to change while he did
some last minute things in his home office.

From the moment he entered the garage his
whole demeanor had changed, and it was like a light switch going off. Now he's
even more steamed, and I still don't know what I've done.

As each crew member went off in the
direction of their home there was a cacophony of beeping horns. As leader of
the crew, Colton always insisted on being the last to go home, so we dropped
everyone else off before heading home.

We put the bikes up and headed into the
house and let's just say, all hell broke loose. He flung his helmet across the
kitchen making me jump a foot in the air. I tried to get out of his way by
turning and fleeing up the stairs, and somehow I knew he would never hurt me,
but my self-preservation kicked in. I heard his footfalls behind me as I made
it to the top of the stairs and darted towards his room. That's when he caught
up with me. Oh boy, I think it's safe to say I'm in for it now.

Colton pulled me into his room by my hair.

"Please..." He wasn't talking
which made me even more afraid. Why won't he talk to me?

"Get your ass over there and strip..."

"Sir..."

"Did I tell your ass to speak?"
He bent over and grabbed my face in one hand.

"Not another fucking word, now do as
I said. Get it off, if you wanna dress like a bitch in heat and flirt with other
dicks, then it's your ass that's gonna pay the price."

I tried to get the stupid suit off as
quickly as possible, but my arms didn't seem to want to work. Finally I got if
off and was left standing in a tank and bra which I tried getting off as well.

With my hands caught in my shirt and bra
behind my back, I couldn't use them as he dragged me over to the middle of the
room and threw me to the floor on my knees.

Pulling my head back by my hair he said
just one word as he wiped his cock across my mouth.

"Suck."

I did as I was told, equal parts turned on
and terrified at the same time.

* * * * *

The head job helped a little but not
enough, and I was still mad as fuck. There were some things I just won't accept
from her. I'm not one of those take it easy it's just harmless fun types. If
she hadn't gone through what she had a few months ago I would be even harder on
her, as it is I'm still going to tear a strip off her hide until she learned
not to do that shit again.

"I'm about to introduce you to the
darker side of me, and for your sake I hope this is the first and last time I
ever have to spank your ass, for anything other than pleasure.

I stepped away from her not even finishing
in her mouth. I'd only done that as punishment anyway, and I wasn't feeling
very loving towards her right now, so it was probably best that I not go there.

"Do you know why I'm going to spank
you?"

"No, sir." Whimpering voice,
head down, body tense.

I removed my shirt as I walked over to the
chest where I kept my paddles and other things. Today's infraction though
serious wasn't too severe, so I wouldn't use the cat o nine, just a wooden
paddle.

On the way back I got the vibrator and the
butt plug with some gel.

I heard her whimpering in the corner she'd
reverted to in order to stay out of my reach. Fat chance of that happening.

"Come here, Katarina." I sat on
the bed.

She started walking slowly towards me.

"Don't make me have to come get you.
It will just make things worst for you."

I sat on the bed, knees spread, and jeans
opened, knowing what the sight of my body did to her. I pulled my cock up out
of my jeans, so it laid on my stomach, and not fully engorged, after all that's
not what this was about. I'd changed out the barbell for a circular ring
earlier in anticipation of riding her all night, so her eyes were glued to it,
and I'm sure she was imagining what that would do to her little pussy walls.

I pulled her across my lap, her eyes still
glued to my dick, and I was sure her mouth was watering as she looked at me.
Good, let the torture begin.

I fingered her pussy until she was nice
and wet before putting the vibrator in her, set on the lowest setting.

I greased up her ass and inserted the butt
plug after giving it a few twists and turns.

I retrieved the harness I would need to
keep them in place, and I wrapped it through her pussy and ass before locking
it in place around her waist.

She was already writhing, and trying to
get as much friction as she could to get off, but she wouldn't be able to. Not
for a long time.

I warmed up her ass with my palms before
bringing the paddle down hard on it.

"Aiiiieeeee." Her body jumped,
and I held her down with my hand on her back.

"You still don't know what you
did?"

She shook her head furiously as I brought
the paddle down again and again, and each time harder than the last. Her pale
skin was already turning red. Oh this was gonna hurt for a while. Served her
right.

"I'm gonna keep this up until you
figure it out."

She spent the rest of the night sobbing
and pouting while I laid with my hands clasped behind my head still mad. In the
end I didn't have the heart to spank her too harshly.

Her pitiful tears were breaking my heart,
but I knew they were more because of my silence than from her spanking.

"Why won't you talk to me? You've
already taken out your anger on me, and punished me, so why won't you talk to
me?"

I turned my head and glared at her.

"Do you have any idea who these
fucking people are? Do you know what could happen to you flirting with that
guy? These fucks see a woman or girl in a restaurant eating dinner with her
family, and they decide then and there that they want her and just take her.
Never to be seen or heard from again. They pass women around between each
other, and in some cases have been known to trade a woman for a pack of
cigarettes."

"So why are you dealing with
them?" Oh she was fiery was she, and stubborn as fuck.

I pulled her up from the pillow until our
noses were almost touching.

"That's none of your fucking concern,
and don't ever fucking ask me that shit again."

"You're just being mean. I didn't
mean anything by it, besides you were mad before we left."

"Katarina, what the fuck. Did you
look in the fucking mirror before you left this room?" She had that
confused look on her face again.

"Yeah, so, Carol and I thought it
would be something you would like. You didn't like it, well why didn't you just
say so?"

"My sister Carol told you to buy
that?"

"Yeah, why, what's wrong with it,
it's what biker girls wear isn't it?"

I pulled out my phone, and not giving a
shit about the hour of night, I dialed my little sister who was about to get an
earful, if I could keep it to just that.