Whiz-Savage Souls MC

Healing

Whiz

I wanted to fu*king throw Gabby through the God da*n wall. I asked for privacy. I wanted Yelena to feel comfortable. And this dumb bi*ch was standing there looking like she had just walked into a mur*er scene.

Yelena jumped up and grabbed her shirt, hurriedly putting it on. She looked like she was going to pass out.

"Gabby get the fu*k out before I do something we both regret!"

She turned on her heel and ran out.

I snapped my eyes to Yelena and she was hyperventilating. Hand on her chest and tears in her eyes. Then she started wobbling on her feet. I jumped up and grabbed her right as she passed out.

I scooped her up and carried her out. Gabby was looking at the wall in front of her like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

I turned to her, voice cold.

"Pack your sh*t and get the fu*k out. I'll have one of the prospects come and lock the place up. I ever see your face again, and it won't be pretty."

"Whiz I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It was just so horrible looking I couldn't help but stare."

My vision blurred. And I shook my head.

I hadn't felt this feeling since, that night.

I turned towards the door. Breathing deep.

"You got two minutes. Get lost."

After calling a prospect to lock the shop up, I drove Yelena to my house. She was still out cold. I laid her in my bed and went to get some water.

This was my fault. She started to trust me and that bi*ch fu*ked it all up. Yelena was never going to trust me.

Fu*k.

I can't lose her. I won't. I'll tie her to my bed until she forgives me. Yes, it was fu*ked up, and I was selfish. But I wouldn't lose her.

By the time I returned, she was sitting up in bed staring in front of her.

I looked at what she was staring at, the blank wall. She turned her head towards me, blank face.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. More to myself.

"For what?"

Was she testing me?

"For that bi*ch Gabby. She ruined everything."

"She didn't ruin anything Whiz. It's not your fault. She's not the first and not the last to look at me like I'm diseased. It just surprised me and I went to a dark place. I'm ok I promise."

She did sound OK, but I was still worried.

"How's your arm?"

"It's good. Doesn't hurt at all. The tattooing itself felt, good."

I didn't know if I liked that. Tattoos on the forearm sting. I knew they did. She liked the pain? We needed to dissect that.

"You liked the pain? Babe, I don't know if that's a good thing."

"It's hard to explain, it wasn't like the pain I've done to myself. It felt controlled, like it was a beautiful pain. Like it was producing beauty not....scars."

That was not what I expected. And it turned me the fu*k on. Maybe I did need to show her some controlled pain.

"Let me ask you something vixen. I have a bit of a darker side, s*x wise. I like to give and receive pain. Pain that turns to pleasure. It's helped me a lot. From my painful past. Given me control, an outlet. Is that something you would be interested in trying?"

"L-like sp*nking and stuff?"

Da*n she was cute.

"Ya, I mean to start. I'd ease you into it. Slowly, at your pace. And one word I stop. Wanna try it?"

"Yes."

Fu*k!

"Come here, vixen." I took her hand and led her to the couch in the corner of the room.

"Over my lap."

She did exactly as I told her. Dragging herself over my lap. My di*k was already uncomfortably hard.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes."

"You want this to stop anytime you say red, and it's over, understand?"

"Yes."

Da*n. She was going to make a perfect sub.

I slowly dragged down her leggings and panties. Her a*s was fu*king perfect. Round and soft. I rubbed both cheeks gently and then brought down my hand with a loud slap.

She gasped, and then to my delightful surprise, moaned. She loved this.

I continued working her a*s over, it was getting redder and redder.

Then it happened. Her thighs started shaking and she came. I felt her juices drip through to my jeans.

Holy fu*k. She literally just came from sp*nking. She loves this. She loves....pain.

I softly rubbed her a*s for a few minutes before lifting her off my lap.

The wet spot on my jeans made me want to finish right there. She looked dazed.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. I, I've never done that before."

"Sorry? Vixen you just made my fu*king day. How do you feel?"

"G-good. Like really good."

Yelena

What the he*l just happened? I've never done that before just from touching. I liked it. Really liked it.

And I wanted more.

I turned and straddled him. Latching my mouth to his. His hands ran up and down my thighs.

"Vixen, what are you doing?"

"I want you."

He pushed me slightly back and looked into my eyes. His eyes were full of fire and his breathing was labored. He wanted me too.

"You sure you want to do this? Because once we do, I'm not letting you go. I'll chase you if you ever try to run."

I sighed. Did I want that? Yes. Yes I did.

"I'm sure."

Suddenly he stood and I wrapped my thighs around his waist. He walked us towards the bed and dropped me. He slipped his kut off and draped it over a chair.

Soon both of us were na*ked. I suddenly felt self-conscious. I had forgotten the scars all together.

My arms instinctively drops to my leg, covering the scars. He stalked over to me and lifted my hands away.

"No. No more hiding from me. You let me see all of you. Every perfect ridge."

I just nodded.

He dropped to his knees and threw a leg over his shoulder. Then he was on me. Licking and slurping my previous release. Nibbling on my cl*t, blowing and tongue fu*king me. I moaned and grabbed onto his hair. Grinding myself into his face. The org*sm hit me hard. I screamed out and he drank me in. When I came down, he stood up and held me, laying me on my back, kissing me.

"Do you see what you taste like vixen? You taste like fu*king honey."

And I'd admit. I did taste good.

He kissed over my neck, down my waist and over my scars. I flinched, and he pushed me deeper into the mattress. Licking and kissing the scared skin. Something in me broke and I moaned out. He rose up and kissed me deep.

I felt him lean over to the night stand, pulling out a con*om. He unsheathed it and put it on. And that's when I noticed. Not only the ni*ple piercings but the ladder of piercings lining his co*k, and the one at the tip.

That had to have hurt. But I'm starting to think he enjoys pain. Apparently I do too.

He slowly entered me and I felt every piercing, even through the con*om. And he was huge. I didn't have much experience, but it didn't take a genius to notice he was well above normal. I felt my walls slowly opening for him. He groaned.

"Fu*k vixen you feel amazing. I've never felt anything better.."

I moaned his name out.

"Silas. My name. I want you to scream it tonight."

I thrashed about, moaning his name over and over again until my or*asm ripped through me. I felt him spasm and jerk. Finishing with me.

"Jesus vixen. That was incredible."

"You weren't so bad yourself." I panted out.

"Nice try vixen. You loved it. And now you're mine."

I should have hated him deciding to own me. But I didnt. It felt good belonging to him.

Safe. Adored. Even after everything that happened today. He painted me. Covered my scars with beauty. Took away a piece of me that I hated.

Maybe I could be healed after all.