Page 75 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
“Mom didn’t like it either.” They both laughed. “I could make popcorn and get you another beer.”
Banger smiled widely. “Sold. And get your old man two beers.”
Kylie rushed to the kitchen and pulled out two beers from the fridge. As she stood near the microwave listening to the kernels pop like gunfire, she bounced lightly, humming to herself. A warm glow radiated through her.
Placing the large bowl of popcorn between them on the couch, she flipped open her pop can at the same time her dad opened his beer.
“You wanna watch a movie?” he asked as he took a handful of popcorn.
From the sparkle in his eye, she knew exactly the movie he wanted to see—his old standby,Billy Jack. The two of them must have seen it a hundred times. Her mom and dad used to watch it, and Kylie knew it’d made him feel nostalgic to watch it with her after Grace had died. The funny thing was she’d grown to love the movie. Without asking which one he wanted, she opened the cabinet and took out the DVD. Resuming her seat, they crunched on popcorn as they waited for the opening credits.
“I love you, honey. I only want the best for you.”
“I know, Dad.”
As they watched the film, it reminded her of the times when she was a little girl and her daddy took care of everything. For that moment, she relished being that little girl again.
***
His dick washard as granite as he watched the leather strap mark the tender cheeks of her ass. Having Kelsey wear the long, blonde wig was ingenious. With her hands secured to the bedpost and her ass high in the air, he could imagine it was Kylie he was punishing. She fucking needed punishment for being such a slut with Ricky and Jerry. He hadn’t believed the puny college student for one minute when he’d said they were just friends. But the hussy had jilted him for the tall biker. Why did women love bikers? It’d always perplexed him, and even though he’d decided to follow in his father’s footsteps, he hated it and the whores who hung around the club.
“I’ve had enough, Mark. Can you stop?” Kelsey’s teary voice irritated him.
“Shut the fuck up, cunt. Didn’t I tell you that you aren’t to speak until I give you permission? You slut. For that disobedience, you get another five lashes.” He loved the sound of the strap on soft flesh. The man couldn’t wait to hear it on Kylie’s ass.
By the time the tormentor finished, Kelsey was a sniveling mess of angry red marks and welts. He walked over and untied her. He’d let her rest for a bit. The last thing he wanted was to wear her out; his fun was just beginning.
“Why do you like to hurt me like that?” she asked as she wiped her wet cheeks.
“That’s how I get off. You agreed to it a while back, remember?”
“I didn’t know what I was getting into. I thought you just wanted to tie me up and give me a few swats on the ass. I’ve had that done by guys lots of times.” She giggled while she rubbed her wrists where the restraints had been minutes before.
Disgust coursed through the black-haired man’s body. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?”
She shrugged. “Want a beer? My mom bought some yesterday.”
“With my money or your brother’s?”
“I dunno. Probably Jerry’s, ‘cause he was here a few days ago. So, do you want some?”
“Okay. Do you want to continue with our arrangement?”
“You still paying me, right?”
A curt nod of his head.
“All right, but if you’re gonna be too hard with the strap like you just were, it’s gonna cost more. My mom can’t believe I have such a rich boyfriend.” She wrapped her arms around his tapered waist. “You got something good for me?”
What a fucking meth head.“That’s for later.”
Kelsey smiled, revealing stained teeth from her on-and-off love affair with crystal. “Come on. We can have the drink with my mom. I know she wants to see you.”
“All right, but we’ll only take a twenty-minute break. You don’t want to make me mad, do you?” A razor-thin edge of danger laced his voice. “Lead the way.”
They entered the room, and he saw Wanda light up a cigarette. He hated the hacking woman and couldn’t wait to snuff out her last breath. His fingers itched to do it right then.Patience.
“How’s Kelsey treating you?” Wanda asked as she took the beer from her daughter’s hand.
