Page 15 of Satan's Naughty List
“It’s fine,” Aspen reassures, smiling softly and placing a tentative hand on her shoulder. “Did you come over for something, Techy?” The look on her face says it all.
“Actually, I need to speak with you in private,” I hint. She damn near jumps to stand up and get out of her seat. The girls jump with her, trying to move out of her way without snagging her fixator on anything.
“Thank you for sitting with me,” she says politely, turning to smile at the girls. They all say their goodbyes before Aspen practically runs away. Due to the thing on her leg, she can’t move faster than a limp walk, but I digress.
“I was starting to get tired,” she laughs, her voice soft as always. “These medications don’t give the exhaustion side effect enough credit.”
“Is that normal?” I open the door to my office, waiting while she gathers her courage to enter it. To both of our surprise, Nomad is already sitting there.
Naked.
“Oh shit!” He curses while she squeals, and he jumps up to grab the blanket from over the couch. “Shit, I didn’t think,” he sputters. His cock tries to poke through the material of the blanket, still obviously hard from before.
“It’s fine,” she squeaks, her hands balled into fists at her sides. I’d expected her to have covered her eyes with them. But instead, she trails her eyes over his naked form. I can see the shiver go down his spine from here, his thick cock jumping behind the blanket.
“Let me just…” he turns on his heel, storming to the bathroom. His ass jiggles as he walks, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. This definitely isn’t what I expected.
“Well, what a way to start a meeting!” Motioning her further into the room, I shut the door behind me and take a seat at the desk. Her eyes are still cast to where Nomad took off to, her face one of longing.
“You okay?” I ask, my stomach churning slightly. I don’t want this to put her off. We’ve worked so hard to ensure that she’s safe and comfortable around us. She hasn’t been around very long, too short to say whether we’re making a ton of progress to getting her hold back to her old self or not.
I just hope this didn’t sway her away from everything.
Chapter Twelve
Iwantmore.
It’s weird to think because the one thing I’d promised myself was that I’d never get involved with men. They’re vile creatures who are a bane to female existence. Then, I’m practically abducted by Satan’s Wheels MC and given food and shelter. Different guys from nowhere bring me things that help my recovery like blankets, soaps, and other girly shit that I need. Maybe the females put them up to it, possibly could be them thinking I’m just a shiny new toy. Yet, they don’t treat me like one. In a sense, they’re almost too scared to approach me.
However, when I saw Nomad sitting there, stroking himself, my legs shook slightly. The sexualism I thought I lost is racing back into my body as if it never went away. Unfortunately, I know that I’m not into women. I’ve tried the past couple weeks to just be interested sexually, but it’s just not there. That or no one has caught my fancy. Either way, it’s not happening. Meeting with Doc nearly everyday was hard to cope with at first, but her and these two guys have been nothing if not supportive.
They weren’t kidding when they said they’d be there for me.
It was just a sneak peak at his bare manhood, the thick veins swirling down his cock that were almost taunting me.
Am I really fucking crazy?
I just escaped captivity. Ran for my fucking life, and here I am, practically throwing myself onto his cock.
Maybe that’s why daddy sold you. You’re a whore.
Shaking my head, I loosen my fists. A tickle on the inside of my palm catches my attention. Looking down, I realize I’ve drawn blood.
“Shit, sit down,” Techy says, moving quickly around the room. I steady my breathing and force my anxiously racing heart to slow.
You’re a freak. Sell yourself back, they’ll satisfy you.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I dig the palm of my hands into the sockets. The sting from oncoming tears burns behind my lids. I do everything in power to hold the sob in.
“Fuck, I didn’t know you were going to be here,” Nomad grunts, plopping down next to me and placing a gentle hand on my back. Rough jean material rubs against my leggings, the warmth radiating from his body. He rubs soothing circles while my throat constricts, finally forcing me to release the pent up sounds. It’s stupid because I should be scared shitless, running for my life. Yet, I’m sitting here, pretending that all is well and my life isn’t a waste of air.
“It’s not you,” I sob, scrubbing my hands up and into my hair. The roots are tugged tightly as I fight the silent voices in my head, the images of everything I went through flashing before me. It’s like I can still feel their hands grabbing at me, pushing me around, pulling at my skin.
“Do you want me to call Doc?” Techy asks, pushing my hair away from my face. Shaking my head, it all falls back to where it was. Again, he moves it.
“Tell me what I can do to fix this,” Nomad rasps, almost like a plea. A mirthless laugh boils over, the sound mixed with the sob.
“I’m the one that’s fucked up.” Turning, I feel the tears streaming down my face change angle. He raises his hand, and I nod, the silent permission for him to touch me. A gentle finger drags over my cheek before pulling back. I didn’t care about the blood, lest forgetting about it completely.
