“I just should have known you’d already have condoms. I shouldn’t have assumed we needed them. I’m stupid to have thought otherwise.” I have to take a sharp breath to keep tears from forming in my eyes.
“Bitsy, you ever call yourself stupid again, I’ll make sure you aren’t able to sit for a week. As for the condoms, you were thinking of protecting yourself. Which is a fuckin’ good thing, but remember it’s my job to protect you,” he murmurs pulling me back into him. “Now let’s check out and get the fuck out of here.”
I nod in agreement as I’m unable to respond to him. The thought of having his spanking shouldn’t send a thrill through me but it does.
As we check out Chains takes a look at some of the things I’d picked up from the clothing department.
“Damn, I wish I’d paid more attention to this shit as you were picking it out, Bitsy,” he mutters as he reaches down to adjust himself.
I’ll take that as him approving of my boy shorts and thongs. I’d need more of those along with some tank tops, shorts, and I’d found a hoodie on clearance that I really wanted. Since I normally never have money, I stick to marked down prices or thrift stores. I’ve found whenever I can afford it sweatshirts and hoodies are the only things I’ll splurge more than fifteen dollars on.
“Your total is $57.86,” The cashier’s voice hauls me out of my thoughts and I open my mouth to say I’d like to put some items back because I of course didn’t add everything up, Chains hands her the cash for my purchase.
“Here ya go,” he says as he grabs hold of the bags.
A moment later the cashier hands Chains his change. “Have a good day,” she says all but purring as she winks at him.
“I plan on it,” he grins putting an arm around my shoulders. “Come on, let’s get out of here. We have some unfinished business, Bitsy. I can’t wait to have you model them undergarments for me when we get back to the clubhouse.”
“Okay.” Is all I can think to say at his announcement. I might not be pretty, but Chains definitely has a way of making me feel that way. And at least for now I’m good enough for him.
By the time we got back to the clubhouse all the brothers of the club were ready to party and have a good time. As I head inside, I start to go behind the bar; however, Chains stops me.
“You’re not working tonight,” he murmurs as he pulls me out of the main room and down the hall toward his room. “Besides, Bitsy, we have some unfinished business to take care of.” The grin he gives me sends a shiver through my body and my core aches with need. After being on the back of his motorcycle, feeling the vibrations of the motor between my legs I can hardly wait.
Catcalls and whistles follow us as Chains calls out over his shoulder to leave him the fuck alone for the rest of the night. He also told them they’d be having church tomorrow at noon.
Stepping into the room, my nerves are a wreck as anticipation fills me. Will he like what I look like under my clothes? Scars and all.
Chains locks the door behind him sealing us in the room. He steps around me as he removes his cut and tosses it on the chair at his desk. His gun holster and knife follow. The last thing he does is empty his pockets, tossing his wallet, keys, and phone on to the desk.
Finally, he turns his attention to me. My breath catches in my throat at the lust filling his gaze. “I’m gonna hop in the shower, wanna join me?” he asks, never once taking his gaze from mine.
This is it. This is the moment where everything will change between us. I trust him more than anyone else and that scares me. Because I’m sure once he sees my body, he’ll throw me away.
Taking a deep breath, I nod my head as I lift my shirt above my head. Might as well have him prove me wrong before I give him anything else.
My heart to be exact. If he takes my body, I will never be able to walk away from him.
He’ll own me body, heart, and soul.
I just know it.
Chapter Eleven
Chains
The moment Tiny took her shirt off, I didn’t give her a chance to shy away. Instead I erased the handful of steps between the two of us and pulled her into my arms.
“You’re beautiful, baby,” I murmur, running my hands down her spine. Tiny doesn’t say anything in response and I can tell she’s nervous. Moving my hands from behind her back, I grab hold of hers and pull her into the bathroom with me.
I release her hands in order to turn the shower on. Once I have the water warming up, I meet Tiny’s gaze and hold it while taking my time to remove her bra from her body. Soon as it falls to the floor, I finally look down to see her perky tits with little rose buds for nipples.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, Bitsy,” I murmur, using a hand to cup one of her small breasts.
I brush my thumb across her nipple causing Tiny to moan. “You like that, baby?” I ask.
“Yes,” she moans when I do it again.
“Good. I intend to do a lot more to you before the night’s over with,” I say.
“Chains,” she murmurs, and I release her breast to cup her chin.
“Bitsy, when we’re alone I’m not Chains to you. The only name I want you screaming when I’m fuckin’ you is Darren. You’re not some stray and I’ll never treat you like one. Got me?” My Bitsy’s eyes widen with each word I say.
Tiny seems to want to say something, but instead she nods her head in response.
“Need the words, baby,” I demand.
“Okay, Darren,” she whispers and it’s my undoing.
Sliding my hands down her body, I unbutton her jeans and slip them over her small rounded cheeks. Everything about my woman is small. I swear it’s not natural for her to be so petite, but she is and there’s nothing I can do about it.
As Tiny steps out of the legs of her jeans, I step back enough to enjoy the sight of her body while stripping out of my own clothes. Tiny’s gaze roams my body with each article I remove. Granted she’s seen me in boxers, she has yet to see all of me.
A gasp escapes in a breath as her eyes seem to look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets when I drop my boxers.
“Don’t be scared of it, baby. It’s not gonna bite you,” I chuckle as I fist my dick, giving it a stroke for her view.
“That isn’t going to fit,” she blurts out.
“Sure, it will. But I’m not worried about that right now. First we’re going to enjoy a shower while exploring each other’s bodies.” I’m sure I sound like a fuckin’ pussy right now. I honestly don’t give a flying fuck. My woman deserves to feel special.
Taking Tiny’s hand, I guide her into the shower, making sure to check the water isn’t scalding hot. I’m not trying to burn her delicate skin.
“Ummm, since you don’t want me calling you Chains when we’re alone, can you not call me Tiny?” she asks.
“Why don’t you want to be called Tiny? And if I might point out I call you Bitsy and baby and I’m not, not going to call you those. It’s my own personal nicknames for you,” I grin.
“It’s not that I mind it. But I’d kinda like for you to at least use my real name. No one ever has. Not even when I was growing up. It was always “girl”, get over here.” Anger on her behalf starts to seep in, however I force it back for now.