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  Ride Me Away

  Satan's Saviors MC

  by Jamie Fuchs

  Copyright 2014 Smutpire Press

  All Rights Reserved

  Chapter 1 - Assigned

  Chapter 2 - The Move

  Chapter 3 - Initial Contact

  Chapter 4 - The Arrangement

  Chapter 5 - Back For More

  Chapter 6 - Back For More

  Chapter 7 - Blending In

  Chapter 8 - Jackson

  Chapter 9 - Closer

  Chapter 10 - Digging A Little Deeper

  Chapter 11 - Claimed

  Chapter 12 - Pride

  Chapter 13 - The Date

  Chapter 14 - Getting Deep

  Chapter 15 - Laying Low

  Chapter 16 - Shattered Glass

  Chapter 17 - The Raid

  Chapter 18 - The Feeling

  Chapter 19 - Bad News

  Assigned

  You never really knew what you were getting yourself into when you signed up for a job like the one I had. I sure didn’t. Every day, I would be faced with a new challenge; something completely unexpected.

  Sure, some things always stayed the same, and in the end criminals would always be criminals. They all had a motivation to do what they did.

  I might have had the appearance of a rugged, jaded character on the outside, and I definitely stood out a lot more in the office than I ever did on the job. But on the inside? I was straight as an arrow.

  My hair was always kept short, hanging down just passed my jaw line in frazzled locks dried up by the constant dying I put it through. I tended to change colors every other month and it was almost to the point where I couldn’t even remember what it looked like naturally.

  With tattoos of thorned roses on my forearms and a large one in the middle of my back, along with a bull ring piercing through my nose, you’d never guess that I worked for the government. But then again, that was exactly what I wanted you to think.

  “Hey badass, you done pushing those papers yet?” It was Jackson. He must have noticed me dozing off in the office.

  “Hell yeah,” I replied, calmly leaning back in my chair.

  “Good. Here’s your next assignment.”

  He slapped a folder down on my desk and left, walking back to his office.

  Finally, I thought. There were many reasons I’d signed up for this job, but paperwork sure as hell wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t the type of girl who liked being chained to a desk for eight hours a day. The thrill of the hunt was what I longed for.

  I dove right into the folder, opening it up with that all too familiar excitement building inside of me already.

  Only three pages and a couple pictures? Is this some kind of joke?

  There was one title page stating the location I would be reassigned to and the names of the people I was required to investigate; one page describing what my mission was; and the last to inform me of some habits the suspects possessed along with a couple pictures. Usually the intel was much more elaborate than this.

  I stood up and headed straight over to Jackson’s office.

  “Is this it?” I asked, holding the folder out in front of me. “Three pages?”

  “Yes,” he replied. “You’re a good agent, Anna. There’s a reason you're on this one.”

  “You can’t get someone out there for another couple weeks to at least give me something useful?”

  “We’ve tried. Every person we send out there comes back with the same amount of info. It’s all on you now.”

  He picked up his pen and continued working on the forms in front of him. I left his office with a scowl. Jackson clearly was not going to discuss this any longer with me.

  I turned around and went back to my desk with a game plan already churning through my mind. I reminded myself why I took this job in the first place: I wanted a challenge. From the looks of things, they were finally delivering.

  Opening the folder one more time, I began reading through the limited information that was provided. I was to be relocated to Los Angeles in order to investigate a local motorcycle club called the Satan’s Saviors.

  They had recently come to the attention of the local authorities, who believed the club was involved in the state-wide bribery of politicians. My duty was to infiltrate and collect evidence against them.

  Turning to the next page, I found even less useful information, except for one detail about their second in command, Jag. He appeared to be a regular at the Angel Saloon.

  Their club wasn’t too far from the Angel Saloon, so I could only assume Jag lived in that area.

  He had wavy blond hair hanging down the sides of his face to his rugged jaw line. He appeared to be around thirty-two years old.

  The only bit of information I got on the president of the club was a picture with his name written on the back: Rodney. He was far less attractive than Jag, with a face that only a mother could love.

  I was starting to get the feeling that this wasn’t your normal, everyday outlaw motorcycle club. These guys were up to something unusual. I just didn’t get that same feeling I usually did before going into a case.

  One of the main reasons I had become so successful at what I did was because of my ability to disappear almost instantly. I was only twenty-eight with no boyfriend, no husband, and no kids. There was nobody at home to worry about, or to have worrying about me.

  My flight would leave that Friday, giving me two days to prepare my game plan and go. Nothing would be documented until I returned; everything had to be done in my head. I would need to get close to the suspects, and it wasn’t an infrequent occurrence for them to rifle through things at my house.

  The only thing I would miss about my home life was my fuck buddy, Taylor. He was a raging animal in the bedroom, the kind you would only expect to see in the wild. I did my best to keep things as casual as I could between the two of us.

  I’m leaving again. Let’s meet up one last time. Are you free tonight? I sent him a quick text and continued to pack some of my things into a suitcase, including my two vibrators. You never know how long it’ll take to find someone worth your time.

  I tried to pack a wide variety of clothes to get me through the first couple days in a new area until I found out what I should be wearing. Plus, it never looks suspicious for a girl to have too many outfits, no matter who she is.

  Just as I folded the last shirt and packed it into my suitcase, my phone vibrated on the dresser next to me.

  What?! Again? But you just got back!

  Then a moment later:

  I’ll be over right away.

  Taylor may have been a busy guy, but for me, I knew he would always find the time. I closed my suitcase and pushed it aside.

  He wouldn’t be long. His house was only about a five minute drive away from mine, and it somehow only ever took him three minutes to get here.

  I walked downstairs to unlock the door before returning to my bedroom. Tonight, I had a special surprise for him.

  I sent him one final text before turning off my phone and dimming the lights. The door’s unlocked.

  Stripping down to nothing but my panties, I pulled out a blindfold and two pairs of handcuffs from my top dresser drawer. I sat down on my bed and attached one handcuff to each wrist. The cold metal on my skin always got my juices flowing. Once I was locked in, my pussy knew what was coming.

  I put the blindfold on and laid on my back, waiting to hear Taylor come in.

  Sure enough, he arrived mere moments later. I moved my hands up to the metal bars at the head of the bed frame and spread my legs just enough to allow his eyes to gaze upon me.

  The sound of footsteps climbing the stairs got louder and louder as the person I could only assume was Taylor approached. The tingles of excitemen
t rolled through my body as the door gently creaked open.

  He was silent as he entered the room. I had no way of knowing his position, but I knew his eyes would be on my naked body, glowing gently in the dim light. I was ready for the taking and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I felt the warmth of his cock pressing against me.

  I waited patiently for him to give me a signal, but the longer he made me wait, the more I started to wonder what was going on. The room remained silent, and my breathing quickened as the arousal heightened inside of me.

  Then I heard the sound of someone undoing a belt mere inches to my left. I let out a weak anticipatory moan, letting him know I was ready.

  His pants hit the floor with a gentle thud and I could hear him kick them off. Then another piece of clothing hit the floor.

  The bed depressed on my side and he placed his strong hand on my collarbone just below my neck. He pressed down firmly as he grabbed the handcuffs on my left wrist and pulled them to secure me to the bed frame. Then he secured my other arm.

  I was locked in now. For the last night in our foreseeable future, I was his for the taking.

  He lifted his hand and ran his fingers delicately down the center of my body, between my perky breasts; down my stomach; overtop my mound. He left a trail of shivers in his wake everywhere his fingers touched until he took them to the little trimmed runway I kept between my legs.

  His fingers moved slower now, making me savor every last moment of his touch.

  The bed depressed further as he shifted his weight until I could feel his hot breath on my ear.

  “You’re leaving me again,” he whispered. “You’re forgetting who you belong to.”

  His hand jumped lower, moving swiftly across my wet pussy as he spread the lips of my cunt. Without any hesitation, he filled me with two fingers, driving them as deep as he could into my dripping hole.

  He clenched his grip, asserting his control over me. I let out another moan, letting him know exactly how much I needed this.

  Then they disappeared from my cunt just as quickly as they got there.

  “Taste yourself, you filthy whore,” he commanded as he touched my lower lip.

  He traced my mouth with his fingertips, teasing my tongue as it followed after. They ran around my lips twice before he put them in to give me the full taste of my sweet juices.

  “You’re such a dirty little girl.”

  Once again, the bed under me moved as he shifted his weight and removed his fingers. Seconds later, his warm cock was pressing against my lips, forcing its way into my mouth.

  I opened up and took him in as his salty pre-cum mixed with the taste of my pussy still lingering on my tongue.

  “Suck me.”

  I tried to reposition myself as best I could, but with my hands bound to either side of the bed, I only had enough wiggle room to tilt slightly to my side. As I bobbed my head back and forth, I could hear his groans of pleasure coming from above me.

  He ran his hands through my hair as I continued to make him moan. My pussy was getting more and more needy, and I couldn’t wait for him to fill me with his beautiful cock.

  I pulled away from him.

  “Fuck me,” I pleaded.

  “Earn it, bitch,” he replied.

  More desperate than before, I took him in again, this time with more desire and passion. I rocked my head back and forth as rapidly as I could, swirling my tongue around his tip with each stroke of my lips.

  His groans became more and more intense before he finally pulled himself away.

  I laid back as his weight left the bed completely, still unable to see anything.

  He crawled back on at my feet and I could feel his tongue flicking along the insides of my calves, my knees, and my thighs, all the way up to my cunt. My muscles clenched involuntarily as he got closer and closer, but he passed right by my pussy and kept kissing my body, making his way up my stomach toward my tits.

  He took one nipple into his soft lips and sucked on it.

  I could feel his cock pressing up against my leg, the hard rod throbbing gently in time with his heartbeat.

  He continued upward, kissing my neck as his cock pressed against my entrance. Shivers ran down my body from my neck as he tantalized my flesh with his lips and tongue.

  Then, with a mighty thrust, he drove into me, letting out an animalistic groan.

  I gasped in joy and shock. I hadn’t expected to be filled so quickly and forcefully.

  He wrapped his arms underneath my shoulders and pinned me down with his weight as he began thrusting, his hips pounding away at my body as he fucked me.

  Soft, plaintive whimpers escaped from me as Taylor forced the air from my lungs with each hungry thrust.

  His pace increased and his groans turned more laborious. Each thrust was harder and stronger, his cock driving into me with no desire but for him to achieve his own satisfaction. I could tell it was coming; he was close.

  Then he pulled his cock out of me, and I could hear the rapid movements of his hand sliding up and down his wet shaft. A moment later, stream after stream of his delicious white cum came shooting down over my stomach and breasts.

  He coated me with his warmth, grunting in pleasure before finally becoming silent once more.

  The next thing I heard was the sound of his clothes as he got dressed again. He uncuffed me and left me there, wet and used—just how I liked it. The bedroom was the only place I could let this side of me show.

  The Move

  I could still remember the first time I moved away for a job. The butterflies had fluttered wildly in my stomach and I’d worried so much I was sure I’d given myself a few premature gray hairs. I had no idea what I was getting into that first time.

  I’d come a long way since then, though. Now, it was just like any other job I’d ever had. I was calm as I handed my ticket to the woman who would check me in.

  Soon, I’d be on my way to LA to start a new life as an “actress.” I was an actor in more than one sense of the word, so it only seemed like the perfect fit for my fake life.

  As soon as the plane landed at my final destination, it was on. I was no longer Annabelle. I was Kim, the devious actress who was probably going to end up waiting tables somewhere.

  The only part I hated about this job was the places they gave us to stay sometimes. You had to play the part; I couldn’t always be living in a house most people would call nice. But that all depended on the job at hand.

  I was reasonably lucky this time. There was a decent, eight-story apartment not too far from the area of town the suspects usually hung out in. It was the only tall building in the area and the old concrete walls were beginning to show signs of aging. They got me a room on the sixth floor overlooking a lush park with a nice little pond in the middle.

  The first couple weeks on a job were usually pretty laid back. I’d unpack my things, check out the local setting, and try to make friends with some people I felt could be important on my quest.

  Local bars were usually my go-to place. I knew I was an attractive woman, and that made it so much easier to claw information out of unsuspecting men.

  I had noticed a club not too far from my apartment on my way there from the airport. Club X. I decided that would be my first stop to get to know some of the bartenders, and since we were prohibited from sleeping with any suspects, I’d need to find a new fuck buddy, especially if I was going to be here a while.

  That night, I put on some torn jeans and a low-cut shirt before heading out. I usually liked to keep things fairly normal on my first outing. I needed to get a feel for the crowd before I truly decided what type of person “Kim” would be.

  I could see the beautiful cityscape off in the distance as I made my way under the streetlights. It was surprisingly beautiful and not at all expected. The streets were fairly well-lit, but I definitely got the feeling that this wasn’t the type of place a normal young girl should walk alone at night.

  The club was adorned with large brass do
ors that had decorative vines embossed into the metal. They were going for the upper-class look, for sure. I grabbed hold of one of the large, vertical handlebars and pushed to let myself in.

  Smooth jazz filled the inside as the mixture of blue and purple lights danced around. Only the tables and counters were lit, albeit dimly. The rest of the area was only influenced by their glow.

  I continued walking further into the club, past a couple of obvious high rollers laughing in their suit jackets, and headed toward the bar. This definitely wasn’t the type of place to find bikers, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be full of information.

  The stool closest to the door would be my home for tonight. With the crowd very thin, I would have the attention of the bartender.

  I took my seat and he came over to me right away.

  “What can I get for ya?” he asked in his deep voice. He was dressed well in a black button-up shirt and appeared to be in his mid-thirties. His dark hair glowed as he leaned over the counter toward me.

  “What’s on tap?” I replied.

  “Stella, Heineken, Bud—”

  “Stella’s good,” I said before he could finish his spiel.

  “Stella it is!”

  He grabbed a glass with his right hand and spun it up in the air before catching it and tipping it under the tap. I checked his hands, and neither of them had any rings on them.

  Meet candidate number 1.

  “I didn’t realize I was getting a show tonight too,” I said with a shy laugh.

  “Things get boring around here sometimes,” he said with a smile. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

  “You know all of your customers?”

  “Yeah, pretty much. It’s usually just the same people who keep coming back because they have nowhere better to go.”

  “Like everywhere else.”

  “Exactly,” he said as he set my beer down in front of me. “If you need anything, just wave me over.”

  “All right.”