Lyon(Lyon#1)

Chapter 13: LYON

I got rid of the insect and went to see what Kat was up to. She was too quiet in there, and not even the sound of the keyboard could be heard.

I walked into the room and saw her reading something which she stuffed back in her bag as soon as she saw me.

"Secrets Katarina?"

"Uh...no...um."

Her face was red, and she was squirming in her seat. What the hell was she up to now?

"Don't forget to tell Jared that you can't go rock climbing this weekend."

"Why not?" She whined.

Because I don't want you doing anything with anyone else that's why. How very high school of you Lyon.

"Don't question me, you're not doing that s**t. Don't you think you take enough risks with the bike and the board as it is?"

"I just thought it would be fun."

"We'll do that s**t some other time. I got s**t to do this weekend so it'll have to wait."

I know that look on her face meant 'and what does that have to do with me'. In case she hadn't heard me, or thought I was f*****g around, I decided to give her a taste of what she had to look forward to, lest she was under the impression that my interest in her was just friendly like, and just a boss with his employee.

"Tell me you heard, and understood, everything I just said to you."

"I heard you..."

"Good, so if you should for some reason go against my wishes, and I spank that ass you would know why right?"

Did she just...

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KAT

***

I'm in an alternate universe, and that's why this is happening to me. Or I'm dreaming, and I'm about to wake up, and the hot as s**t Colton Lyon will just be my hot boss, and not the guy telling me he was giving me one day to prepare for his d**k, or the guy who just made me c*m on myself for, like, the one hundredth time by threatening to spank me.

Yes, I'm easy like that, well when it comes to him anyway. He just hits all the right spots, and he isn't like anyone else I know or have known.

The way he talks to me, not like a broken bird, but with just the right amount of spice and sweet, it was my dream come true.

I'm not sure when most people figured out their sexuality, but I'd known for quite some time that I was different, and that when it comes to relationships I'm looking for the masterful type. Someone who would just take me over.

Just thinking about being taken over by this particular man was enough to make me expire. Everything about him was perfect, his talk, his walk, his glare, I'm shot.

He'd almost caught me reading my book on Dom, sub interplay. It was as close to the real thing as I've ever gotten, but it sure did the job until the real thing came along.

Now he's staring because I didn't exactly manage to hide that little tremble and groan when he mentioned spanking.

"Come here, Angel."

Shoot, I'm gonna squish my way over there that's for sure. I got up from behind the desk and went to where he was standing between his office and mine.

He took my hand and led me into his office, and my heart picked up its pace and my breath started hitching. I wasn't quite sure what was coming, but the look in his eyes promised it was going to be good.

"Do you like to be spanked, Angel?"

Shit, just like that, right to the point? I bit my lip as my face heated. I can't answer that. I've never talked about this with anyone before, so how can I just blurt out my deepest darkest secrets to him?

What if he was turned off by me. Just because he was a tattooed biker didn't mean he would be down with my...kink. I'd been ashamed of my needs for so long, and only finding solace in fiction. I didn't know anyone who was into the things that made me burn...

"Answer me, sweetheart."

I looked down at my feet and nodded once, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me.

His finger under my chin pulled my head back up, and he studied me for a minute without uttering a single word. I must've died a thousand deaths waiting for his judgment.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, baby. If it's what you like, then it's what you like, so f**k what anyone else thinks." His finger became his hand as he held my chin almost forcefully.

"Anyone ever spank you before?"

Uh, if they had I would lie to you after that tone in your voice, sir, uh huh, talk about clear and present danger.

"No." I swallowed hard at the look in his eyes and the way his nose seemed to flare as if he could smell my scent.

He relaxed his hold only slightly.

"I need to touch you, and you're not afraid of me, or what I can do to you. You know you'll never suffer at my hands, so tell me you know that."

"I know..." I barely got the words out past dry shaky lips. This is happening, this is really happening. To me! Unreal. If this is another one of the many dreams I've been having about him lately please don't let me wake up.

"Good girl." I actually trembled at his tone.

And then. Oh sweet mercy! His hands were unbuttoning my shirt as he asked me this, and my n*****s are already hard. What the f**k is air, and who needs it?

His mouth covered mine as he opened the last button, and his tongue was sweet and fat and rough and soft and he's licking the insides of my mouth stealing the little breath I had left.

He pushed my half bra under my t**s and took one of my n*****s between his fingers and pulled and something inside me shifted.

"Give me your tongue."

"Uh huh." Yes sir here it is.

I obeyed as he pushed my skirt up my legs. Thank you Carol for suggesting thigh highs and thongs with this skirt.

"f**k me, what are you wearing?"

I guess that was a rhetorical question since he just kept going. He leaned me back against the desk and stared down at my body with that gleam in his eyes.

***

COLT

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She's wearing white on white. White lace thong, white lace edged thigh high stockings, and no garters. With her legs spread as she reclined on my desk, and her skirt bunched up around her waist, and those f**k me heels, I was fighting hard not to f**k.

I had to bite into my fist to get some control over myself. I can't f**k her for our first time on my desk, and plus we had to set some ground rules. Fast or not, she wasn't going to be cherry for much longer.

"Okay, let's get this s**t out of the way, no more games. How old are you?"

"Eighteen." She bit into her lip again, and I couldn't help it, my hand went to her flat stomach where I pressed with the flat of my palm before rubbing her outside her panties.

She's responsive as f**k, which I found out when her body trembled.

"I'm thirty two, is that too old for you?"

She just shook her head no as my fingers crept under the waistband, and over her slightly hairy p***y down to her clit.

I kept my fingers outside as I took her n****e into my mouth and sucked before biting.

She was f*****g hot, I could feel her heat on my hand and couldn't hold out any longer.

I pushed two fingers inside and thrust them back and forth, getting her even wetter.

Tight as f**k, and sweet mercy, I'm about to f**k her if I don't get control of myself.

I drew in a breath and tried to calm the f**k down. There aren't enough f*****g sheep in the world to count, to combat this s**t.

My d**k was trying to get at her, and I could feel him pushing against my zipper, like what the f**k is the hold up. But first things first.

"Fine, I'm keeping you."

"Huh, what..." How was she not getting this s**t? Did she think she could let me get this close to her without consequences?

Not just my hands on her p***y, but that whole dance we've been doing for the past two weeks, and all the late night calls before bedtime, all my interest in her. Did she think I missed all her little signals?

I might've been playing it safe for her sake, but that s**t was done now. "You're cherry, and you're sweet as f**k. I like the f**k out of you, and you like kink, so I'm keeping you."

"What, what does that mean?"

She might be questioning me, but her body seemed to like what I was saying. Didn't matter, I'd already told her I was coming for what's mine, so that should've given her food for thought.

"It means that you're mine. It means when we ride you're on the back of my bike. It means when I climb into bed at night your ass better be there."

She didn't have anything to say to that, and she just dug her nails deeper into my biceps.

"Do you know the difference between making love and f*****g, Katarina?" She shook her head as her face heated up again.

"I'll try to explain. Sometimes I'll be slow and gentle with you, soft kisses, light touches, and I'll probably do you in the missionary. But other times I'll want to tie you up, pull your hair, and f**k the s**t out of you until your p***y gets all red and you cry from exhaustion."

I fingered her p***y as I spoke, and I felt the gush of liquid as she flooded my hand. My sweet little virgin girl.

"I see you like that, good. I like to f**k, so we'll be doing a lot of that. Later on we'll look into getting some toys for your kink..."

"Eeekkkk."

She clenched around my fingers and face planted into my chest.

"What?"

She shook her head and kept her face hidden.

"None of that s**t. If we're gonna do this, then we're gonna do it together. I don't know what you're thinking if you don't tell me, so I repeat...what?"

"Toys...kink."

"Oh that. If I'm your man, then I'm supposed to take care of that shit." My fingers hadn't stopped moving in and out of her, and I could tell from her breathing that she was close again.

"I want to eat you right now, but we'll have to save that delight for another day. I'm gonna need a hell of a lot more time than we have right now when I get my mouth on your pussy."

Her body was one continual tremble.

"f**k, Angel, again?"

I pulled her to me as her body shook with another massive orgasm.

"Babe, seriously, if you react this way to just my fingers and some words, then I can't wait to feel you on my cock."

We got cleaned up after I brought her off one last time. We still had work left to do for the day, then I have a meet with some guys who were helping me with her s**t in Arizona, but she don't need to know about that.

Jared and I had spoken, and I'd let him in on my plans. We'd decided to just tell the guys the bare minimum, and I wasn't about to lie to my men. That was no way to run a crew, but neither did I want to break her confidence.

If she wanted others to know, then she'd be the one to tell them. I did want her to get with the other wives for support and s**t though. I think she needed that s**t.

Mom and Carol were already doing girly s**t with her, but mom's a wild card, so she might be more trouble than help since her mind stays stuck on weddings and babies and s**t.

She hadn't asked me to divulge any of what I'd learned from Kat, so I could only surmise that she'd either learned something from Char and her hocus pocus s**t, or she was going against form, and keeping her nose out of my s**t.

If the last was the case, then it wouldn't last long. Elena isn't known for her patience, but at least she'd taken an interest in Kat. So now, not only did she have her mom who she talked to everyday, but she had the women in my family and Lord help me, Char.

Most of the wives of the crew were older than her, but they knew how to welcome a little sister to the fold, so I'll have to set something up soon.