Biker’s Collar: Property of Scrap (Rebel Barbarians MC #6)

Chapter 11 – Vickie

Eleven

Vickie

Las Vegas – 5 years ago

Scrap’s Kitchen

H e asks me to “open up” like it’s easy to get this vulnerable in front of a man. I want to squeeze my thighs tighter, but he looks up at me from his position on the ground and I have this strange compulsion to obey him, despite how vulnerable I feel. I should be grateful that he’s far away from my braids and hasn’t come close to discovering my emergency stash of drugs. My thighs spread apart and I tell myself they do it without my permission.

Owen’s hands run slowly over the tops of my thighs as he visibly appreciates the softness, pushing his hands into my flesh and exhaling even slower as he touches me. Just listening to him breathe forces me to slow down. Against my wishes, my breath slows down too and I feel strangely in sync with this stranger.

He gazes between my legs, his eyebrows raising slightly as he examines my lower lips. Owen’s tongue juts out of his mouth slowly and seems to unconsciously run over his lower lips a few times. But he just stares at me for longer than anyone has ever looked at me down there. My self-consciousness gets so intense that I try to slam my legs shut and meet Owen’s palm.

“No,” he says. “I want to see you.”

My legs relax open. He runs his finger over my outer lips. It’s so slow that I can feel his touch on every millimeter of my skin. It’s like hundreds of soft touches at once just from his finger gliding along my outer lips, appreciating my folds and surveying the territory where he threatened to put his mouth. I convince myself that he’ll change his mind, especially when Owen hikes my thighs up onto his shoulders, giving him complete access to both how I look and how I smell after a long shift…

Owen’s tongue darts out of his mouth again.

“Thank you, Ethan,” he whispers. “You were right. This will make me forget every last dollar I lost…”

He kisses his way along my inner thighs and I just look down at him… curious and a little on edge. I don’t know what he’s going to do down there or how it’s going to feel. Light stroking from a man’s finger is one thing but what about his tongue? My heart gets aggressive in my chest, like she’s rattling the bars of her cage. I just want to stuff something between the bars so I don’t even risk giving in to that out of control feeling.

Owen’s tongue reaches out of his mouth for a long, slow lick of my lower lips and the pleasure I feel drives me wild. Instantly. I try to stifle the moan, but I just end up sounding louder than I intended, prompting Owen to spread my lower lips and push his tongue all the way between them, tasting and probing every inch of my inner folds.

Holy shit. Holy shit. I never expected him to do anything like this. His tongue wanders over every inch of my flesh beneath my thicker outer lips. He moves his tongue around my clit on purpose, teasing the most sensitive part of me by getting close and massaging the surrounding area, but avoiding my clit until my hips buck forward.

He pulls away and kisses my inner thighs.

“Good girl,” Owen whispers. “Just what I wanted.”

When he puts his face between my legs again, he goes straight for my clit.

I explode. My thighs spread open completely and pleasure flows through every inch of me, pulsing from my pussy in powerful waves that feel like they could knock me unconscious. He sucks on my outer lips as I cum, making it harder for me to gain control of my senses. Just when I catch my breath, Owen returns to licking my clit until I cum again.

He sucks my juices off my lips and then runs his wet mouth over my thighs until he finds spots that he wants to taste. Owen gives me a hickey on my inner thighs. I can feel the hot blood rushing to the area where he marks me and when I cry out in pain, he makes a delighted growl in the back of his throat and continues marking me.

It’s so fucking intense and different from anything that I’ve ever felt that I climax without his lips on my pussy. The response provokes him to tease my lips open with his finger as he continues leaving hickeys behind on my thighs. I gasp loudly as he thrusts his finger inside me, feeling how wet I am and forcing me to face how weirdly fucking good he makes me feel. Heat rushes to my entrance as his large finger spreads me open. It’s not exactly painful, but his finger is dry at first, covered only in the light juices at my entrance until he pushes deep and gets every inch wet.

“I’m so deep in your pussy,” he murmurs, continuing to kiss my thigh as he plunges his finger into my pussy. “I can’t wait to fuck you…”

He eases his finger out of me and gets to his feet. That rattling in my heart gets faster. He just looks at me with such a strange expression on his face that I feel like I have to run.

Like I have to do it.

“What’s that look for?” he asks, running his wet finger over my lips. I can taste myself. Smell myself. That only adds to my nervous feeling.

"It's nothing," I whisper. But I want to make it sound convincing because the last thing I want is for this man to get even a little suspicious. "I just feel... really good."

He looks at me like I just left him milk and cookies beneath a Christmas Tree.

"I knew I could make you cum," says, getting so close to me that all I can smell is my pussy on his lips. His face was all the way up in there and he doesn't seem to care that my pussy covered his beard in my juices.

"Now get off this counter and show me your ass."

He doesn't hold anything about his desires back, which makes this a little easier. But what I don't like is all the emotion. Sex was always boring before this. Always one predictable way... And we're not even done yet. We haven't even started yet and this man has me completely thrown off my game.

I should be in charge of myself here. In charge of my fate. I'm planning to run away and if I want to succeed, it will require planning. What if I can't trust this man? What if he drags me back to Hakeem? I hop off the counter before my silence gets too suspicious and awakens Owen to my well hidden anxiety.

Once I get off the counter, he defies my expectations that he'll get straight to business again and kisses me. The kiss surprises me. I’ve never had a man kiss me at this point in the "process" of getting me into bed. They normally forget kissing once they're sure they can stop pretending to win me over.

When Owen pulls away, he's grinning again. See? This is how I know he's crazy. How much money did this man lose tonight? How the hell can he smile like that?

"Your lips are so... is it racist if I say something?"

"It depends on what you say."

"They're really big. And soft."

I don't know what to tell him. I feel like it should be a racist statement, but his tone is a lot more loving and appreciative than mocking. But yes, I know my lips are big. It's only the main thing I was teased for growing up aside from my weight. I almost want to hide them. But I can't hide anything from him at this point.

"Thanks. I guess."

"Hope I didn't offend you. I grew up hearing black girls were all loud and... too different. But I like different."

He puts his hands on my hips and for a moment, we're just looking at each other. It's intense. Emotional. And this is the wrong place. He paid for a night with me -- not for my heart. And I won't be the fool to get my emotions involved in a blatant transaction.

Without awaiting his second instruction, I turn around and show him my bare ass. Juices dribble down my thighs and I press my forearms into the counter to show him... more. He moves my braids away from my back. I clearly did just enough to distract him from continuing any emotionally sensitive conversations.

Owen attacks my ass with his hands first, running his hands over my ass cheeks and making low pleasurable noises in his throat like a fucking animal. I mean... I have a big ass, but I never thought of it as particularly sexy. In a world where black women are expected to have a perfect BBL booty or die on the operating table to get one, my large but relatively shapeless ass always felt... less appealing.

It's not like I compared myself on purpose. The comparisons were just out there. Constant. In the media. In what was left of my family after my mother and father got caught up in that conspiracy case...

"Your ass is fucking sexy," Owen says in that low, sexy voice. "Your natural ass shape... Those curves... It's taking everything I have not to put my tongue all the way up your asshole."

He follows up by hitting my ass with a sharp slap, as if he can smack me into forgetting that he just threatened my butthole with his tongue.

"Don't worry," he says. "I'll come back out to the desert and trust me, Vickie... I'll search every last inch of this city for you if that's what it takes for another night with this ass."

I glance over my shoulder, incapable of resisting the curiosity as I watch this man disrobe his lower half. I'm bent over the counter, which would get me hot and excited with how forbidden it is, except it just reminds me that this is a transaction. All the heat and excitement I feel is nothing but a fraud. My body's reaction to help me get this over with.

An uncomfortable lump forms in my throat once Owen's pants hit the ground and I catch sight of his dick, a large bulge protruding through his underwear. I could feel that he had a large dick each time his erection pressed up on me but... nothing like this.

He works his underwear over his ass and drops it to the floor, exposing the terrifying truth. His dick is even bigger than I originally thought. It's massive. I feel like someone shoved a hard-boiled egg down my throat. What the fuck. What the fuck!?

I didn't know white boys could have dicks like this. How damn ironic that I'm the one having the racially charged thought during our encounter. But I can't stop staring. I'm not even hiding it at this point. My mouth hangs open like a dumbass because... where the hell was he hiding that?

Logically, I know his dick can't be as thick as one of those Stanley cups my cousin goes crazy over on her Instagram page, but the dick is big. Enormous, actually. Not just thick, but long. Big enough that it's like it can coil. Can dicks coil? Most men don't have enough dick to try, but Owen definitely does.

He turns red as he looks down at it. My staring is blatantly obvious.

"It's always been..." he starts stammering and getting all awkward. "I'm embarrassed to show it a lot because... pretty much all my relationships have fallen apart because of this thing."

Have his relationships "fallen apart" or did his dick physically murder the women involved? The hard-boiled egg in my throat feels like it cloned itself. I can't say anything or do anything but stare. I feel bad for making him feel worse. Clearly, he feels a little like a freak.

But his dick is freaky. Sometimes, you got something freaky going on and me staring or not won't change your awareness of that.

"Normal women don't want to get near my dick," he says. "And I've been... pretty much made fun of my entire life."

I shudder, exhaling slowly. Why is he telling me this? It's like he caught the strange vulnerability I felt earlier and this diseased desire to open up to each other has finally reached Owen.

Better him than me.

"I won't make fun of you, baby," I say, adding the baby at the end because it feels like something white boys want to hear a black woman say. "I... I want to feel you."

He chuckles. "Yeah. Well, you wouldn't if they hadn't paid you. Trust me. I know I'm a freak."

"You're not a freak," I respond, this time meaning it because he sounds so genuinely hurt that my human side kicks in and I forget my plan to be a stone cold bitch and drug this man. See? It's that fucking vulnerability. "You're different. And it's... a big, beautiful dick."

That part is true. He has a very aesthetically pleasing dick. Like, almost perfect in its shape, in the roundness of the head. Down to the veins bulging along the sides of his engorged member, which just keeps swelling with his desire.

He's a grower -- not a show-er. Which means that giant dick is getting even bigger in front of me.

Everything happening right now with Owen is so much worse than anything I could have ever imagined. His brutality would have been expected. His brutality would have made everything between us easier. The side of himself that he shows me is the furthest thing from brutal. Aside from his strange desire to self-immolate, he comes across as normal. More normal than any guy I’ve ever known — normal like a white guy in a Hallmark movie.

His dick isn’t normal. That much is true. But his personality is so simultaneously calm and commanding that Owen nearly overrides my fear of his dick coming towards me. Our eyes meet briefly, but my survival instincts push me not to take my eyes off the monster moving towards my entrance. As if testing my ability to remain fearless in the face of danger, Owen’s giant dick drools slightly, a thick clear dribble of fluid oozing from the tip as he stares at my ass and pussy excitedly.

“Goddamn,” he whispers. “I know you’re going to feel so good.”

He pushes the head of his dick up against my entrance purposefully. I feel immediate force as my entrance resists the presence of his dick. He’s big, so he has to move it around in a circle to coat his dick in juices and make it even slightly possible for him to enter me. Owen’s hand presses into my back. Warm contact from his firm palm spreads pleasure through me. I arch my back and he meets that movement by pushing forward.

The first inch of intrusion from his dick causes a burst of pain. I bite my lower lip so hard I nearly draw blood, but a twisted part of me wants to know what it feels like. We’re already this far. I want to know what it feels like to have this man’s big white dick buried inside me. I can’t stop my heart from pounding out of control. My pussy drips with excitement and I’m downright drooling with the desire for more of him.

Owen makes a bestial groan as he slips another inch inside me. The burst of pain spreads, but I can tell deep down once he gets all the way inside me, I’ll feel good. He has to feel good. This is what our bodies are made for, right? And there’s a reason my instinct is to do a double take when I see his dick.

“You feel so tight,” he groans as he pushes almost half his dick inside me. I already feel full. I can’t stop myself from moaning as he moves another inch inside me. My lips spread wide around his dick and I don’t know where he’s going to put the rest of that big white dick because I can already feel him in the base of my stomach and it feels like we’re both about to burst. Anything would feel tight around a dick that big.

I glance over my shoulders, making my situation worse. It’s so much hotter than I thought it would be. My ass looks incredible and Owen looks amazing hitting it from the back with his chiseled body and darkened cheeks. He wears his arousal all over him and it makes it impossible not to cum when he yields to his urges and thrusts the rest of his dick inside me with one swift motion.

We both cry out together as he buries himself in me to the hilt. There isn’t an inch left inside me for him to move. He has to withdraw slowly and stretch me out with each thrust. I’ve never been with a dick like this before. Will it hurt or feel good? It’s too late to back out. I grip the sides of the kitchen counter and arch my back more as Owen slowly slides his dick out of my pussy.

Holy shit. It feels good. Way better than I expected. That pleasure only explodes when he slides his dick all the way back in. I cum instantly. No shame. No damn control. One thrust from this man’s giant dick and I cum all over him. I never experienced this much sensitivity in my life… this much weakness. I gasp and moan as the orgasm waves wash over me.

Owen presses his body into mine, leaning over me and sucking hard on my neck as my pussy continues to convulse in pleasure around his freakishly massive cock.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Cum all over my dick… You feel so damn tight and I love it…”

He moves again and I lose control. Cumming again feels even better than the first time. Physically. Emotionally, I am freaking out. But Owen loves it. The more I cum, the faster he pumps into me. I lose track of how much I cum, so when he grunts, “I’m cumming…”, I’m eager for him to finish.

I throw my hips back, losing myself in the moment and telling myself the deep, deep lie that I’m just doing it for the money. The money I already got. Owen loves it. He pushes forward with his last thrust and clutches my body against his as his massive dick convulses inside me.

Heat rushes out of the tip of his member and I feel warmth from the gush of his cum spreading through the base of my stomach. He came inside me. This crazy man came inside me and my body’s immediate response is sending this strange rush of dopamine all the way through me.

I want him to stay there… And that scares the crap out of me.

Owen kisses me and keeps his dick in me for a few more seconds before withdrawing. He turns me around and kisses me on the lips right away. Again, no time to react. When he pulls away from me, our eyes meet and my heart flutters nervously again.

I know what I’ll have to do tonight and it hurts. I have to go through with my original plan. Drug him.

He’s just grinning from ear to ear, unaware of what’s coming. Unaware that I’m not ready to have moments like this. Not with clients. Not with random men. Not with dangerous, bearded white boys.

“Come cuddle,” he says. “I’ll wait for you.”

He kisses me again. Gentle. Subdued the way all men are when they finish. His kiss makes me feel bonded to him. No. This isn’t escape. This is running right into a trap.

“I’ll be there,” I tell him. “And I’ll bring you a glass of water for all that hard work.”

“Thank you, baby,” he whispers, planting another kiss on my lips. “One thing I like about black women… you know how to take care of a man.”

I wait for him to leave the kitchen before freeing my dime bag of pills from its hiding spot in my braids. Within seconds, I have the pills crushed and mixed into the water. My homegirl who swore I could use these to “get out of doing the nasty” (her words) promised they were tasteless and if it all goes wrong… I’ll grab the glass from him and chug it.

But it won’t go wrong. This will work. I’ll drug Owen and get the fuck out of here. Away from men. Away from feelings. Away from all the bullshit emotions that made me vulnerable enough to get tricked into coming out here in the first place.

This is my one chance to escape and I’m not going to let some good dick screw it up.