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I don’t know what came over me. With his dick in my mouth, I took him deep, licking and sucking, feeling his nut sack swing as he became lost in the password of my loving kisses on his dick.
“Suck it, baby. Ooh.” He says as I stroke him with my lips. It’s getting good when he kicks his pants off, holding me in place where I have him in the sweet spot of his pleasure.
“Mmmm, Mmmm.” I moan at the taste of the first spurts of hot cum down my throat.
I suck him till there’s nothing left to suck. I’m in a state of love, knowing still that I am in the danger zone.
“Come here, girl. Shit!” He says with awe in his eyes, pulling me up to my feet. Looking at me like there will be no question who you belong to.
Kissing and loving on each other, we get clean as life unfolds before us.
“You hungry? There’s breakfast upstairs.”
My stomach groaned before I spoke.
“Breakfast sounds perfect.”
I put on my freshly laundered clothes and followed him upstairs to voices.
“Mama, this is Tia.”
The woman stopped in her tracks with the biggest grin.
“Tia! I’ve heard so much about you and finally get to meet you. My name is Mama Bird. Come eat, baby.” She says, showing me to the table.
Even in her household attire, his mom was stunningly beautiful. She wore a short little robe barely covering her buxom body. Her hair pinned up for curls later and fancy slippers with heels. I did notice her tattoo under her left ear. The same one that Franco, his dad, and his brothers have on their right wrist. The pyramid symbol half shaded.
At the table was his Dad and one of his older brothers.
“You remember my dad, the Chief.” Franco gestures towards his father.
“This is my brother JB.”
“Good Morning, everyone,” I say, taking my seat at the table.
Franco’s dad and brother are cordial enough, continuing to eat. His mom is fluttering around the kitchen and serving her husband with a kiss as he smacks her shaped ass in passing under her short robe.
Monae was right. He comes from beautiful people, I thought as Mama Bird gracefully served us plates of food.
“Thank you,” I said to her over the lively chatter at the breakfast table.
“I heard you can ride, and you have some skills.” The Chief says to me.
“Yeah, I can ride, but it’s been a long time,” I admitted.
“You going to prospect for Franco?” He asked next, staring into my soul to a silencing table.
“Yes, I am,” I say, lovingly caresing Franco’s side, seeing him beam with pride.
“Can I do it now?” I asked as the whole table broke out in laughter.
“She’s gonna fit right it.” JB hyperped up to Franco.
I took to his family like they were my own.
In the first few weeks together we were riding every day. It was only a matter of time before he’d picked me up from work with twenty bikes, revving engines, and clogging up the parking lot before my job gave me an ultimatum and then eventually let me go.
Six months later, I moved in with him in his parent’s home. It has been a dream. We’ve been fucking every day, and it was clear that I was Franco’s bitch. The thing that stood out the most was his family’s power dynamics. They saw me as a good fit for Franco.
Since we have been together I have really improved his life and him to mine. His mama and aunties adore me. His father and brothers see that I’m a good woman to him and want me to prospect for him soon, Especially since we live together now. There have even been questions of marriage to us, considering I’m the first woman Franco has ever been serious with.
The real challenge was with the club brosand a few select hoes who seemed to constantly be testing me to prove that I don’t belong. You can see the rise of jealousy, especially when we ride, and I can’t help but to stunt on them because I know I can.
Some of the girls still flirt openly with Franco. He always seems to shut it down with those girls, but his ex, Yvette, constantly tests me. She’s still friends with a lot of the club members, so she’s always at the events and hangs out with the guys’ inner circle.
Biker families are all about earned respect. You may be liked or hated, but time, actions, and character determine your respect credentials.
At some point, I’m either going to have to critically fight her, embarrass her, and put her in her place, or have this man’s baby. The last one is not always a guarantee. Everyone around here knows the rules, and the rules always favor the men and their choices.
Even if I do all of these things and he still entertains her, even as his bitch, I would have all the material benefits and the loyalty of his family, but I would still have a badge of shame and humiliation that another woman has access to my man. It happens quite frequently and is accepted in our world.
I decided early on that I would keep it classy, no matter what Franco did regarding this woman, until that one night when I reached my breaking point.
We were all planning to go to the monthly Red and Black Ball for club members. Every month, I get asked not just by Franco but also by his family and a few of his close friends ahead of the party if I’m going to prospect this time. For close to a year now, I love my man, but I always decline.
I don’t say no because I don’t want to, but I’ve learned what the second pledge includes for bitches to prospect for their man to officially become their “property.” If the first one wasn’t humiliating enough, the second changes you.
The second pledge is a naked walk to your man through the crowd of groping, wild handsof the men and women. It’s open to whoever wants to participate. They’re fondling titles, fingering pussy, pinching ass, slapping ass and titles as hard as they like as she proceeds to fulfill her purpose. Anything goes on this walk to strip yourself of your power and identity to become this man’s bitch…
He sits on a big throne like chair, and the woman can approach him and address him however she likes before her 69 Strikes. She can sit on his lap, they can kiss before the final two tests. It can be very sweet and endearing or a scene from the pits of hell.
He can command her to position herself in a degrading way, spit on her, step on her face, or make her fuck his biker boot while she gets her ass beaten. It’s whatever, and it’s always a spectacle.
Since Franco and I have been together, I’ve seen a lot of the First kind of prospecting, some accepted, some rejected. This is more of an announcement. With an approving wave of the bandana, the second is the one that make it official.
The one that made me shudder in fear because of how brutal it was. It garnered a deep respect for these women who would end torture and shame for love and belonging. An act of acceptance that carries a lot of weight in our group.
The women must subject themselves to getting their tattoo, then 69 strikes from the Chief or other high ranking member on their ass. Sixty nine for the year Franco’s grandfather founded their club.
It was another great night at the black and red ball. I was having a drink with Mama Bird and Franco’s aunties in their private VIP room when the music stopped, and the crowd was going crazy. It seemed louder than normal, but everyone was curious, clamoring around to see who was expecting.
It’s usually known when a couple is going to prospect, but Not uncommon for a hidden love to be revealed in this way.
“Tia, get down there now!” Mama Bird shuffled me to the door of the loft room.
Yvette was crawling her stringy ass in the direction of Franco. When he realized what was happening as the crowd separated to let her pass, the look on his face was laughing, but he was covering his eyes and shaking his head, knowing it was a stunt.
I don’t know what came over me when she got close enough, staring into his eyes for him to make a choice, I snatched the bandana out of her mouth and spit in her face. Causing a roar in the crowd and a spectacle as the enraged Yvette tried to leap at me before security swooped her up as she flailed her naked body, cussing and kicking to get free, getting escorted out of the party.
It was the only thing people could talk about for days after the event. We laughed about it on the ride home, but I knew I was going to have to prospect for him sooner than later to avoid constant challenges from these club girls with nothing to lose but everything to gain by humiliating me or believing they still had a shot at Franco with his main bitch unprospected.
In a month’s time, the day had come when I would begin my pledge to Franco, his family, and our club. The people in our inner circle knew it was going to happen tonight. Even his two older brothers and their wives, both of which have double pledged, marked with tattoos showed up tonight.
As many times as I’ve seen other girls do it by now, I still feel nervous. The thought of being naked and crawling for love, pride, and position in front of his friends and family. Finding that it’s turning me on as much as it scared me in a culture way.
We both wore all black, me in my black body suit, black ankle boots, red heart rhinestone earrings, and him in a crisp all-red ball cap. We ride on his dad’s matte black, low profile, Harley Fat Boy. He made sure I hardly left his side on this night, where every look, his every touch and his presence got the deepest answer in my eyes and my smile.
With each passing hour, I had no idea when it was going to be go time. I felt more nervous and maybe a little fragile. When I saw the Chief come out of his office and set the wooden box with the flag down on the side table, sensing that any minute, I’d be exposing my heart, pledging unconditional loyalty to this man, and accepting the ways and culture of the club and his family.
When Franco’s auntie Elyse came to the table with a look like its time. Franco looked confident when he kissed my hand before allowing me to pass to go with her. The ladies’ room in the front has a dressing room where the girls prepare before they go to crawl.
“Knock, knock,” Elyse announced, bringing me a drink with the red and black bandana in her other hand. I’m naked, releasing any modesty ahead of what awaits me.
“He’s waiting for you. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready. Ready as I’m going to be.” I take a deep breath and a big swig of my drink. Elyse puts the flag in my mouth, opens the door to the dressing room, and leads me out into the open space of the bar and the room.She signals to me to go down on all fours just as the music stops.
The whole room erupts into chefs and applause. Even with every inch of my body open for public consumption, it feel exhilarating to feel the love and excitement for a much anticipated confirmation that it’s me and him.
From the first time I laid eyes on this man at the park, I wanted to be his bitch. All these thoughts flashed to now, with the sway of my tits, soft and soupple ass, shaken, slickened pussy, and swiveling hips of the most intimate view exposed to all eyes in the room.
I crawled forward, still at the point where he’s out of view. I pressed on, avoiding looking at any one person, holding the fabric securely on my quest to prove my love. When we locked eyes, nothing else in that room mattered.
His eyes assured me that I could do This, and it was significant. Through all the noise, well wishes and cheering, I could hear random things.
“Her pussy looks just like I thought it would.” A man rasped at the sight of my exposed pussy. “Franco gonna tear that pussy up tonight.” Another said lustfully. “He only picked her because she looks like the younger version of his mama,” a jealous barb from a lady could not stop me from pursuing destiny.
I fantasized about this night so many times to hard cums, and now it was happening. The man was right. As sexy as I’m feeling, sore knees and all. All I could think about is the sick fuck Franco’s going to put on me tonight.
Chandelier sex for sho!
I’m on the final stretch, he stands up as I approach. I hug his knees, just saved to have made it this far. He takes the little flag, waving it proudly for all to see.
He helps me to stand with him as he kisses me like no one is watching. The whole room exploits with loud chefs and applause as the younger of the Davi boys is expected. The Chief, shows a rare jubilance tonight as he draped red and black on both of us.
This was a night of celebration that I’ll never forget. Rank and status means a lot in our club, and people who were typically rude or dismissive to me approached me with a newfound respect.
Franco and I left the party early to do a night ride and blow off tension from an eventful evening. Tonight had a magical feel to it. It brought out this hyper feminine side to me. Wanting and needing my man the way I found myself clinging to him like my world.
We pulled into the gate of his family’s property, where he parked the bike at the bottom of the hill at the little lookout area where it all began.
“You did it. You’re halfway to being all mine.”
He pulls me into his arms, sitting on the little picnic table from our first time alone.
“I’m going to have to start training you to prepare for the next step.”
“What do you mean, training me?”
“You’ve seen it, and you know what it takes. I don’t think you’re ready.”
I knew exactly what he was talking about, and he was right. I never liked getting spanked as a little girl and wasn’t too fond of them as an adult. If I had to get sixty nine strikes on my ass tonight, I would roll up into a ball and die.
He’s sitting on the picnic table, face to face, as he draws me in closer. Our quiet moment filled with the reality of the inevitable. My training would start tonight.
The minute we get to his living area, tasting his kiss. Something feels different. I don’t know what it is, but I like it.
“Collar or cuffs?” He asks.
Confusion colors my expression as the realization that he’s taking my training seriously and the sooner I accept my fate, I will understand the deep end of prospecting in sacrifice.
“Cuffs Daddy.” Giving him sad yet determined eyes. Knowing what I have to do.
“Go on, get ready.” Shooing me off to the bathroom with my thoughts to prepare.
I take my time and shower, spritzing his favorite perfume, shining my body with oil, including my pretty round ass, admiring how the sheen of sweet oil reflects the light on my curves. I’m ready.
He’s got hard leather cuffs with locking hooks on them and a matching hard leather strap with flat silver studs waiting for me as he sits on the side of the bed with just his boxers on. I couldn’t tell if they were new, but this was not a beginner’s set.
I walked over to him and bent to kiss him, hoping I could distract him enough to make love or give him head instead of tying me to his bed.
“Damn, you smell good. Get on your knees.” Pointing to the spot in front of him, stroking his hard on, striping down bare.
Hope glimmered in my eyes that maybe he’d want to get his dick sucked first. My hopes were quickly dashed when he placed the first cuff, locking it on my wrist, and then the second, checking to see if they were securely fastened for the test ahead.
Still on my knees, he cares the straw directly in my view, then slams it down on the bed for a test run, watching my eyes widen with fear at the swishing clap.
“Kneel on the pillows at the headboard.”
Tears begin to swell in my eyes even before anything has happened.
He’s deliberate when I’m tethered to the brass rings mounted on his headboard. In all our time together, this would be my first time tied to the apparatus.
I let him munch me and bounced on his dick so many times, using these rings for leverage. My curiosity always wondered who and how he used the rings in the past. In all our time together, I’ve never been restrained.
He knows I’m scared, but we’re both bound by duty. Me, literally to endure the ordeal of it all and him to make sure I’m ready for one of his first commitments to his manhood in club leadership.
“Lay down,” he says, letting me stretch my legs. My arms comfortable extended, locked to the brass rings, resting my head on a pillow as I turn my head to keep my eyes on him.
“You’re getting 30. Do you want to count to keep your mind off of it?”
“You count,” I say with a swirl of emotions in my voice. Eyes still locked on him with tension mounting.
WAP! The strap whistled before landing the first strike on my untouched ass, trying to register the level of pain of his forceful swing.
“One.”
“Two.”
By the second swing, my voice caught up to the impact with a jerk of my restraints, yelping at the bite but still in control. I was Actually doing well with his pace as hard leather marked my ass and legs.
That was until he hit 15.
“Please Franco. Please Daddy, please.” I winced.
“Stay still bitch.”
He hits and counts, ignoring my pleasures with a hardened force I’ve never seen from him like this. I’m in a raw emotional blender, letting my man beat me and accepting his punishment as my law.
I’m screaming and squirming when the cold hearted leather finds a new soft spot to claim with every blow. His hardest hits come with the last ten of the promised thirty as my scream cry fills the room, certain that the whole house could hear me.
Tonight I gave this man everything I had to give and even more than I knew was possible. Still attached to his bed, my ass throbs in pain when he comforts me with kisses I know I’ve earned while sliding his fat fingers into a warm, welcome wet pussy.
I should want to be released and cry myself to sleep on my side of the bed, yet an overwhelming desire take hold when he replaces fingers with the hardness of his dick, easily sliding between my cheeks to penetrate the deep need locked in my pussy that only Franco can release.
He’s gentle and careful at first, as the slightest touch activates the heat on my ass. This was a strange night when he started as my gentle prince that I fell in love with.
He ratchets up my hips to get pussy. He’s transformed into the beast who owns me, tied to the bed, fucking me from behind like a bitch who owes him something, and I couldn’t deny him a single stroke because I needed him too.
My whole body ached when he released my cuffs from the bed rings. My first thought was to get them off of me.
“Please unlock the cuffs.”
“Leave them on. You look sexy as hell cuffed up for Daddy.”
I didn’t have the energy to make a smart remark like I normally would, not realizing that the look on my face and the pout was pure spoiled brat.
“Keep it up, and you’re gonna find yourself on all fours again. You know that bratty shit turns me on.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you more,” was his final word on the matter after a long night, cuddling into him to find my sleep…
By morning, hard leather cuffs still adorned my wrist, with me wondering how long they would stay on as a badge of bragging rights of a Chopper and his beautiful owned bitch. That question was quickly answered with our morning shower.
Only he can remove them. When I went to present my wrists, he just said, “Leave them.”
Giving me a quick kiss, slapping my sore, bruised ass to get in the shower.
We arrive at a full breakfast table. Of course, Mama Bird looks beautiful and glowing like she does. She is cooking a full-course breakfast and making it look easy for the Chief and her grown children.
In my self proclaimed embarrassment for everyone at this table, seeing me naked last night, half of them heard me scream in agony and moan in ecstasy, donning hard core leather cuffs with dangling hooks at the breakfast table.
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