Dangerous Love. The Riders Motorcycle Club. Book One.

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Seven.



Harrison’s Point of View.

I sip my coffee, as the doorbell to my shop rings, and I hate that my heart does this weird jumping thing. I sound like a f*****g girl! I really need to get a f*****g grip.

I look around and see an all too familiar girl with bleached hair, smiling at me, and I don’t know if I am relieved or disappointed it is not the damned well gorgeous girl from the other night. I knew she wouldn’t be back, yet something inside me hoped she would be. Two nights have passed and gone since the most naturally stunningly beautiful woman I have ever seen, bar none, staggered into my shop, drunkenly declaring she wanted a tattoo. She was 18, ten years my junior. Untouched, a blank canvas to work on, in more ways than one. She was a natural submissive. Everything about her screamed compliant, and those big dark expressive eyes of hers made my c**k twitch every time I thought about them. When she had drunkenly spoken about her being a virgin, in all respects of the word, it ignited something primal inside of me. I wanted to mark her with my ink, take her innocence, and lead her like a lamb to the slaughter into a world of dark pleasure.

However, she is not for me. A good girl, with a good family. I would corrupt the life out of her, and as much as the thought turns me on, Kit informed me at my MC club last night that she is off limits. I shrugged him off, not letting my treasurer know I was thinking about his little innocent cousin at all, but she has plagued my thoughts for three whole days and two nights.

Not even a visit to Lust, the s*x club I part own as president of the Riders Motorcycle Club, could stop me imagining it was her on her knees, sucking me off, looking up at me with those damned hypnotic eyes, whilst Devon our vice president f****d her from behind. But alas, it was not her, it was the bleached blonde who now stood directly before me, her red painted lipstick smudged slightly, as she gave me a smile that let me know she was wanted some fun.

“I want a rose on my tit,” Carley, the bleached blonde who Devon and I had shared grinned up at me. Spike, his name given by my club members because he is like a f*****g puppy, eager to please, is my apprentice, and also a prospect at my motorcycle club gives me a wink, he knows the drill. If one of the club bitches comes in for me, he is to remain outside the private room. I have little doubt, the horny lad, listens at the door. I know the lad is waiting for me to give him permission to join in the session, of art and s*x. Well, today is his lucky day, because Carley has become too obsessive. She seeks me out, wanting more of my c**k, and my ink, believing she can claim me as hers, amongst the other bitches that attend both the motorcycle club, and Lust.

Spoiler alert. She can’t.

She wants membership at Riders, rather than just being one of the club bitches who mill about the place, f*****g anyone who will give them the time of day. The fact is that she has pissed off too many of my members for that to be an option. The only reason I keep her around is because Joss hates to give up on anybody.

So, her little game she is playing to have the Prez claim her is never going to work, because the truth is, nobody can make me do that. I do not now, nor will I ever claim an ‘old lady’. Not my scene. I like my women submissive, willing, and disposable. Some might say I have Mummy issues. I am not f*****g going to say if I do or don’t, but I was brought up in the system. The Riders becoming my home, the old Prez my father figure his ‘old lady’ Joss, the only motherly figure in my life.

I guess that is a tale as old as time. f****d up man, getting his rocks off by whipping the s**t out of women, because of mummy issues. However, although I use equipment, for me, it is not about causing pain, it is the correct amount of pressure, the sensation and over stimulation, making the women I play with fall apart, knowing that I have done that to them is what gives me the buzz. I am not now, nor ever have been ‘beating my egg doner’.

Anyway, back to this woman who is now grinding on my last nerve as she tries to seduce me in my studio.

“I am busy. Spike, you are up,” I say, as the 19-year-old eagerly jumps off his chair, and Carley’s smile fades ever so slightly.

“You are giving me to a prospect, and your apprentice?” she incredulously asks.

“You want the rose and a f**k or not?” I cut straight to the chase, my voice cool, and uncompromising. I am not known for my subtilty.

Spike is practically hoping from foot to foot. f*****g hell, he wants to be a Dom but is far too eager to take on the role of an alpha male. He is going to f**k this up for himself.

“Come on sugar, my roses are exquisite, and I am more than up for the job,” Spike grins at her, moving his hand through long wavey dirty blonde locks.

He isn’t wrong. The way he draws his roses, is beautiful, his shading spot on. He wouldn’t work for me in my tattoo parlour if he wasn’t one of the best artists around. Although I don’t know if he can offer Carley the s****l satisfaction she is craving. He hasn’t been invited to Lust, so I have not seen him on the job, so to speak.

“But…” Carley begins to whine. I really regret playing with her, she clearly didn’t listen when I told her the score!

For f**k’s sake. Guess I need to spell it out again!

“It is Spike, or nothing,” I simply respond, letting her know her place in the grand scheme of things, a finality in my tone which bodes no argument.

“I am packing eight inches, if that helps,” Spike grins, still a bit to eager, but that little nugget of information rallies Carley, and she somewhat reluctantly nods.

“Show me what you have got,” she simply states, realising she is in a losing battle with me.

Spike leads her into the back room, closing the door behind him, before flashing me a wink and a smile. See, he is like a f*****g puppy, I bet his d**k is wagging like a f*****g tail.

I settle behind the reception desk and open up my art pad and begin drawing some fresh designs. I am working on a new pin up girl, her eyes are big, dark, and enticing, her lips plump with a natural glow, her hair frames her face, tied in a formal knot at the back of her perfectly shaped head. The hair is dark to match her slightly sun kissed skin. I look at the image and realise it is the girl. The good girl, who is Kit’s cousin. The innocent little virgin I have dreamed of possessing, of breaking in, of parading around Lust, knowing she would be wanted by so many. The one girl, who is, off limits. I know then that this tattoo will not make it onto anyone’s skin and swiftly take the image and rip it out of the book, scrunching it into a ball, and throwing it into the small bin, before moving to some tribal designs, keeping my thoughts safe from images of her which are constantly infiltrating my brain.

Around two hours later, Carley appears from the private room, a detailed rose on her left tit, and red rope marks around her neck.

Wow, it seems like Spike does have some skills in the bedroom after all. Maybe he is due a visit to Lust. Obviously on the nights reserved for the ‘Riders’ only. Not the usual public nights, attended by those who are not a part of the MC, but are ‘normal’ members of my s*x club. God, people think bikers are deranged. Trust me, we have had schoolteachers, police officers, doctors and nurses through the doors. One f*****g police officer was a damned serial killer. The infamous Bandstand Murderer. It nearly shut me the f**k down when that came out. Trust me, I had to make some drastic changes to how we run the club, after that little fiasco. Now, nobody, I do not care who they are, gets in without a full background check, and my guys from the motorcycle club following them for a few weeks, whilst they are on the ‘waiting list’ to ensure they are not some deranged psychopaths.

The doorbell rings once more, but this time I force myself to keep my head down, because I know it will not be who I want to walk into my shop.

“Prez, I have a problem,” Kit’s voice rings out, and I snap my head up and look at the Riders treasurer.

I give him a chin lift, to encourage him to share whatever the issue is. I note he said, ‘I have a problem’ not ‘we’, so it is something outside of both Riders and Lust and must be on a personal level.

“Remember my cousin. Mellisa. Came here looking for a tattoo in the middle of the f*****g night?” Kit states.

Remember her, I cannot f*****g forget her!

“Yeah, vaguely,” I lie.

“Well, it seems she strapped a pair on and stuck up for herself to her overbearing mother. She left home, day before yesterday. Amy has just f*****g told me when she attempted to check out of the hotel she was staying at. Aunt Jayne has cut off Mellisa’s money. The f*****g narcissist has stolen what she has saved, and the cash she got from family and posh t**t guests for her 18th and has frozen her accounts that the mother had overall control over, so she cannot stay in the hotel she went to. I have paid off what she owes, obviously, but she needs a place to stay, man. She is not going back there, not after this s**t they have pulled on her. I need a room, one where my aunt cannot reach her,” he states.

Fuck me, cutting off her money and leaving her destitute is a s**t move. Her parents sound like a joy, but then again, I don’t really expect much else, given my biologicals. f*****g cunts, they were.

Spike comes out from the back where he has been cleaning up after his session with blondie. I don’t particularly want him in on this conversation.

“You did good today. Get yourself back to the clubhouse, and we will discuss your introduction to Lust,” I tell him.

He literally jumps for joy, his smile big enough to light up the city, as Kit turns to him and chuckles.

“Go on, get out of here,” I tell him, my voice cold, but I am not annoyed at the little puppy, he is a good kid.

“Thanks Prez, seriously, thanks!” he gushes before grabbing his leather biker jacket off the coat stand and practically runs through the studio to the back exit, where we keep our bikes.

I turn my attention back to Kit and his problem he seems to think I need to help him with.

“What about your place?” I ask, after all, him and Amy share a flat which is a decent size overlooking the rugby and cricket ground. She could bunk down with Amy, I am sure she wouldn’t mind, after all she has a ‘no guy’s’ policy at her home, keeping her s*x life completely inside the walls of ‘Lust’ much like Kit. Although they have rooms at the MC clubhouse as well, given they are both valued members, where she does some of her filming, and other s**t she enjoys with the ‘Pineapple’ members.

“I would, but that is the first place Aunt Jayne will try after my mothers. Mel needs this escape; she has been told what to do and how to behave all her life. And not in a good way. I know we like submissives, but this is narcissistic control with no care about her needs at all. Can she stay at the club house?” he asks.

“Just till I sort something else out,” he adds.

Fuck, this is not ideal. Yet, as much as people judge those of us in Riders, we look after our own, and if Kit’s cousin needs help, then I guess I am going to have to suck it up and give her a room at the clubhouse, she can stay in Amy’s. But I will need to avoid the temptress at all costs, because if I get involved with her, it will destroy more than her skin, and let me be honest, her other virginity, but also my relationship with one of my captains, the man I trust with our money, along with his sister who is akin to a sister to me. Because once I get my way, I will do what I always do and lose interest, and that girl screams the type who would nurse a broken heart for eternity. I am a lot of things, but hurting an innocent girl, is not something I am into. I make no false promises, and that gorgeous, naturally submissive girl, will not make me change. Nobody could, so she is most definitely, off limits.