Shadowed Peach: Devil's Iron MC Book 8 Page 8
Shrugging in response, I move towards the father noticing that Tank has packed up his shit, and is heading back outside. Seeing the gleam in my eye at the thought of taking him out, number two starts to scream and ramble on. Like I give a fuck if he makes noise as I put him to ground. It’ll probably help me stay in the right frame of mind to do what I need to do. And for all the people he has hurt, this will take a while. Grabbing for the pliers I start slowly with his fingernails. One by one I set my pace, moving onto a couple teeth as his screams subside, I make sure to wake him the fuck back up before I continue.
Five hours later, Gun comes in reminding me that the cleaning crew will be here shortly. Shaking myself outta the haze I have fallen into I recognize the brutality of my actions against number two and smile at his pain. Pulling a knife off the side table I slice up this fucker’s throat, almost cutting his spinal cord as I go. Leaving only number one to go on this list, my Peach’s freedom is close at hand.
Cleaning myself up, I hear the bikes of the cleaning crew come as I am finishing up. Seeing a few prospects come through the door with Doc and Gun I know that my work is done and they will handle the rest. I know that my Peach is not one but two names closer to being free from her list and her past that is wrapped up in it.
Heading out, I go straight towards her house, and wait for her to come home. As her truck pulls into her drive, I throw my leg over the bike and move closer towards her house. Nodding to the prospect as he comes to a stop outside, he doesn’t waste a second before continuing on down the road. Moving closer, I find the perfect view into her house. Watching her move through the kitchen, I can only think about making her mine and the last person on the list meeting his maker. Lighting a smoke, I hold my place and inhale deeply thinking about my Peach.
~Chapter 15
~Peach
Moving towards the oven, I feel eyes on me and wonder if it’s the prospect or if he’s here. Over the past year since I went to Blaze and Tank about the people following me, I have almost gotten used to it, it makes me feel safe. But, there are times that it feels different, I feel safer, like when he came for me those years ago. When I know that he must be the one watching me because the tingles that I feel thinking of him run rampant through me.
Going to the window, I see the cherry of a cigarette and know it’s him. I haven’t been in his presence, in over two years. This distance between us is still there because we haven’t talked. How can I feel these feelings for a man that I haven’t spoken to in over two years? A man that I only spent a few days with, coming out of years of abuse and men using me however they wanted. My feelings are always so mixed up when it comes to him.
My therapist, Dr. Feelgood as I like to refer to her as, tells me that my feelings for him are not true, that they are misplaced, some sort of hero worship. She always says, “He saved you, it was something that he was asked to do and he did it. Nothing more, nothing less. He probably thought of you as a little lost bird, he saw the pain in you and wanted nothing more than to put it to rest. That is what good men do, it doesn’t mean that he loves you. That he is giving up everything that he has been to be with you, to save you. You need to be able to save yourself Rebecca, you can’t be dependent on a man for that, not any longer.”
The broken record of her plays on repeat in my head as I stare out into the darkness. Seeing the cherry again cut through the darkness, I reach for my smokes and the coffee cup curling up in the window box waiting for his next move. Lighting up a smoke I inhale deeply, holding the air in for long moments, before letting it out slowly.
I know that Shadow has done something, it has been this way for the years since he dropped me off on Irene’s doorstep. He doesn’t need to be with me, he just needs to be near me in order to feel at peace, I know because that is exactly how it is with me. When I am having a shit day or my thoughts of the past get too much for me, his presence, the peace I feel even knowing he is near, calms me for a short time. But then the thoughts of the way he treated me, the words he spits at me, and the way that he used me in the bathroom come flooding back.
Falling asleep in the window seat at some point during the night, I wonder how I got to my bed, but know it was him. I know that I should be on my own, that I don’t need a man to make me complete, but the way I feel knowing he is taking care of me is something I can’t deny, no matter what he has done in the past.
Getting ready for the day I look towards the calendar to see that not only am I working the afternoon shift, but I have a therapist appointment at 10am. Glancing towards the clock, I notice the time and hop outta bed, knowing Irene will be here shortly to pick me up.
As the water starts to run, I hear her call out into the house, letting me know that we are going to be late, if I don’t hurry. Moving through the paces of the shower, I must stop myself from thoughts of last night, of watching him out the window as my hands roam over my body. Hearing Irene call out again, I stop myself from doing what my body needs at the thoughts of him. Turning off the water, I grab a towel off the rack as I step out, while noticing it’s damp and can’t help but wonder why. Pulling it to my face, I inhale deeply knowing that smell in a moment, Shadow. This brings my body’s demand for release screaming to the fore front.
Inhaling deeply my left hand grasps the towel tightly near my face as my right hand slowly drops away. Making an extremely slow path to my breasts. I take my time slowly tracing a finger over my sensitive nipple, before the bud hardens under my ministrations. As my breath picks up I breathe in his sent again before pinching my nipple enough to draw a gasp from my lips. Feeling the twinge of arousal in my lady flower, my hand moves downward skating lightly over my stomach as it goes.
Reaching my cunt, I find myself soaking, like I always am when I think of him, and hurriedly jam three fingers inside. Breathing deeply into the towel, I press it against my face hard enough that the air flow is cut off. As my body starts to react to the loss of oxygen, my fingers keep up a fast pace stroking in and out. When my head starts to feel dizzy, I drop the towel away as that hand reaches for my clit. Pinching it hard, adding another finger to my cunt, it takes me no time to find my release and his name spills from my lips as I do so.
Moving quickly, I finish up in the bathroom and toss some clothes on as I make my way to the front room. Seeing Irene, already holding a travel mug for me, I throw my arms around her kissing her on the cheek before we head out the door. Waiting next to the truck, as has been typical for the past two plus years is Preach. Nodding towards him, I take note of the gleam in his eye as he catches sight of Irene coming out from behind me. There is something going on between those two, and has been since before I came back, but they won’t talk about it. That must be a story for another day.
Driving through town, I see the bike following us outta the back window and know in my gut- its Shadow. Pulling up to my appointment, Irene and I get outta the car, making our way up to the door, I turn back to catch a glimpse of the motorcycle pull up next to Preach’s window. We are too far away for me to see his face, but I know and so must Irene, who reaches out for me as I turn on my heel headed back to the car. “It’s not the time, Rebecca. You and him both have things left to work on before you try to talk through your shit.”
Heading into the office I have spent countless hours in, I know that Irene is right and I need to finish dealing with the things that have been done to me before taking on number eight. In the past two plus years I have dealt with each and every piece of shit that has done me wrong except number one. That is who we are starting to deal with today, and I know that there will be some rough days ahead.
Dr. Feelgood has the couch all warmed up for me as we enter the room. Irene takes her usual place by the window, grabbing her knitting outta her bag, continuing with whatever she happens to be making this time. She doesn’t always sit in with me, but today I asked her to. Knowing we would be speaking about number one, and she agreed without hesitation.
Getting comfortable, I tuck my feet up unde
r me and grab the fuzzy blanket from the back of the couch. Dr. Feelgood is pulling a chair up to the side of me, grabbing up a notebook and pen before sitting down. Looking towards me, she takes a long inhale as she begins, as we do every time.
“Rebecca, glad that you came today,” looking outta the window she rambles on about the weather for a few minutes, before getting to the crux of our relationship. “Let’s talk about the man that married your mother, the man that you were with for years after both her and your sister were taken from you.”
Losing myself in the thoughts of the past, I know that the memories are screaming to the surface.
Me finding myself pulling further and further away from any friends that I have found at school, my grades slipping as the years went on, but I had no one except Momma Irene to care about that for me. The smell of alcohol that came in the door with Harold each and every time he would come home. The way he would scream at me for any and everything that went wrong when I had no control over it. The women that he would bring home and the noises of them all throughout the night. Then nearing the time that I left, Harold coming into my room late in the night, pawing at me over the blankets of my bed.
Shaking outta those thoughts, Dr. Feelgood is handing me a cup of water as I come back. “You got lost in your memories again Rebecca. I’m glad that you came back so quickly, but you really need to stay in the here and now. You need to deal with the feelings those thoughts have, not escape to your mind. You will never be able to have a relationship or speak freely and openly to someone if you are constantly retreating into yourself.”
Sitting back down into her chair she adjusts her glasses before going on. “Let’s move on from Harold. I know you have mentioned going to a BDSM club over the past few months and I am worried about this if you are not able to voice your thoughts. That lifestyle needs someone to be able to voice any and all things. To be open with their partners and be able to not only express their desires but their fears as well. You are not there yet,” looking towards Irene she goes on, “so I hope that your participation in that environment is limited to observation alone at this time.”
Not knowing why she is addressing Irene at this moment, I nod my head in agreement with her words. I am confused at the dynamic between these two right now. Looking from her to Irene, I wonder what is happening between them. Before I can ask, the timer set on the desk rings, and this session has come to an end.
“The progress you are making is good, Rebecca. Let’s continue this next week.” Rising to my feet I stretch as she goes on, “Remember, you are enough and deserve happiness, just like everyone.”
Moving towards the door, Irene and I exit the office and head towards the truck. Lighting up a smoke I pull back from Irene as she continues on towards Preach. Inhaling deeply, I wonder again about the way that Irene and the doctor were talking. Finishing the smoke, I crush it under my heel before cutting the distance to the truck.
Catching up with Irene I ask, “Irene, why was Dr. Feelgood looking at you when she was talking about the club?”
“She knows that I talk with Emmanuel, shit Marcus and Abraham as well. That they will want to know what she feels is appropriate for you as far as the lifestyle goes.” Looking back towards the office building then catching my gaze again she goes on, “The doctor just wants to make sure that if you are not comfortable talking about your feelings that you are not getting in over your head- which I couldn’t agree with more. It’s something that everyone wants for you.”
Confused I ask, “Everyone? Emmanuel? I don’t even know who the fuck that is Irene.”
A stern look come to her face as she speaks, “Watch that tone with me, girl.” Watching over my shoulder, I turn to see what she is looking at- Shadow is across the parking lot- as she answers, “In time you will know everything that you need to know. For now, you need to understand that everyone only wants what’s best for you.” And with that our conversation is over, and I am again left with more questions than answers.
~Chapter 16
~Shadow
It has been two long years since I have been in the same room with her, my Peach. I should have recognized that body instantly, but it’s somehow different. Her once rail thin body has started to take on a more womanly shape. The curves of her thighs, her ass, and her tits are more pronounced and have my dick straining my leathers before I finish my perusal. The ass that I had bent over in that dirty bathroom now would jiggle and look even better with my hand or belt prints on it and my dick slipping inside it as I fucked her ass until she was screaming for more.
Seeing my Peach, watching her as she goes about her daily life, has me in a lulled sense of safety. A security that is pushed heavily when I looked over and saw her at The Dungeon. I am not even sure if she knows who I am, but the demand in me when I see another man talking to her, putting his hands on her is too much. The growl that escapes my lips could not possibly be heard across the room, but her head snaps up at it. Our eyes met across the room, and as soon as they do- my question is answered, she knows who I am in that moment.
Cutting the distance between us, I waste no time pulling her away from the Dom that dares to speak with her. The man starts to question the action, until our eyes meet. You would think a Dom would stand up for something that he wanted, that he had his hands on. Not this one though, seeing the look of murder in my eyes, he moves quickly to exit this situation.
Without as much as a thought or word exchanged between us, I know I’ve got to bury myself inside of her. I think about bringing her to an open room and don’t think that I can wait. Looking her over, I take a closer look and see what she is wearing. Under her barely there skirt is a matching bra and panties set, one that I bought her in Georgia years before. With that realization I make a decision, one I will regret for months.
Pulling the panties to the side, I guide a finger deep inside her without pause. Feeling her slickness drives me crazy, but I go absolutely bonkers when I catch the smell of her cunt. Pulling my finger free from her, I bring it to my lips licking it clean as my cock screams to be buried inside her.
Wasting no time, I grab her up striding across the main room and down the short hallway to a room that I know is empty. Entering the room, my leathers are pooled by the door before it closes. The lust in her eyes as she registers what is happening pushes me on. Getting her bent over the bed with my cock inside her is the only thought I have in this moment.
As I advance on her, we exchange no words, only my hands on her body directing her where to go. Bending her over the bed, I flip her skirt up before ripping her panties from her. The tension in the room only builds as I run my hands over her body for what seems like an eternity. Slapping her ass is the last straw and it seems my last semblance of control is gone.
Growling out “Mine,” before spreading her cheeks and driving my cock home with no warning. The faint cry I hear in the moment does little to deter me, only driving my need to mark her on. Slapping her ass in quick succession as I continue to pound into her has me nearing release. Seeing the hand prints form on her ass, drives me on. Grabbing up the globes of her ass in each hand I continue to fuck her with abandon. Pulling my dick outta her cunt, I can’t help but slide it along her asshole, and am rewarded with her pushing her ass back into me. Needing no other encouragement, I line myself up and slowly enter her with nothing except for her cum on my cock to guide me in. Feeling her slowly stretch to take me, I know as soon as her back relaxes and she grinds her ass back against me that she is ready for more. Moving inside her ass, the vise grip that I feel around my cock lets me know this will not be lasting long.
With that thought, I reach down for her hair. I need to see her surrender before I cum. Tugging sharply, I bring her head up and only then do I realize that she is flying high. The dazed look in her eyes is one I have seen many times over. Sub space. Seeing that look has me in that instant cumming deep inside her ass.
Only as I am coming down from my high do I notice the ink that my Peach ha
s got on her flesh. In spots once marred by burn marks, that I can only guess number three gave to her, are small butterflies. Positioning her onto the bed to rest, I count them and am shocked to find sixty-three butterflies scattered over her body and with that, I regret that he died so quickly.
Cleaning my Peach up, I move in behind her and wait for her to come back to me. Running a hand up and down her side, I can’t help but tell her all the things that I have done for her, how I have shredded the list and only one name remains.
“My Peach, you have been doing so well, getting back onto your feet and really coming into your own these last two years. I know that we haven’t had any time together, or fuck even been in the same room. When we finally get the chance to sit down, I will let you know everything, you have nothing to worry about anymore. That none of those men will ever be able to hurt you as they have in the past. That all but one of those sick fucks on your list has been put to ground, and none too softly might I add.”
Noticing a shiver run through Rebecca, I get up going over to the dresser and pull out a blanket. Moving back towards the bed, I tuck the blanket in around her making sure she is wrapped up before I climb in behind her again.
Snuggling in behind her, I throw my arm around her and I can’t stop the words after they begin. “Rebecca, I stopped short of taking your step-father out- thinking better of doing it without seeing how your relationship with him is. I don’t want to overstep, if by any small chance you might be able to get over whatever it is that he’s done to you.” Stroking lightly down her side I go on, “I found out about the little girl that you had, my Peach. You had barely gotten away from your step-father and then you go and get pregnant. I know that must have affected you, having a baby at such a young age and with that fucking piece of shit,” drawing in a deep breath before asking, “but why?” the caresses begin again as I lower my voice and go on. “How can you not talk about her, she was a piece of you for fucks sake. I don’t know how you were able to get over that so easily.”