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

Chapter 24 – Owen

Twenty-Four

Owen

“ I don’t have to tell you my past. I’ll do what you want. I’ve done what you want. I don’t need you all up in my business.”

“Did I not make myself clear, then?”

“You made yourself clear,” she says. So much malice on her face. Her favorite fucking emotion.

“Good. You tell me what happened. You let me in… or I’ll make you do it.”

“You couldn’t.”

“I can make you suck my cock. I can make you cum. I can put my dick so far inside you that I get you pregnant.”

“The last thing you want is another crazy baby mama.”

It’s a good effort to get under my skin. Hell, it almost works. I have to stop my lip from twitching consciously to keep my emotions under wraps. Vickie is one demonic woman and although she gets my dick hard, I have to stay vigilant before she takes control. I adjust her collar on her throat before responding.

“I don’t care if you’re crazy. You’re beautiful. You’re too smart for your own good. I know if I die doing some crazy shit, you could handle yourself.”

I’m close to breaking through to her, but Vickie is strong. She’s stubborn as fuck. And whatever she has behind those walls is bad enough that she wants to keep me out. But I can’t take it anymore. I can’t just have the sex and the collar and the control. I need more from her. From the second I met Vickie I wanted more… once I picked myself up from my gambling screw up. I would have come back to Vegas.

I would have come back for her.

“Why are you so obsessed with my past? It’s the past. It’s gone.”

“If it was gone, you wouldn’t have drugged me. You wouldn’t fight me every time I try to get close to you.”

“Trying to fuck me isn’t trying to get close to me.”

“I put my tongue so far inside you that I tasted every fucking flavor of your cunt,” I whisper, pushing my finger between the lips I’ve been fondling since I walked into this room. “How much closer can I get?”

“Why do you want to control my feelings so damn much? It’s weird. You already have a woman going crazy over you.”

I laugh. This is just another effort to get under my skin. Vickie is damn good. She grazes against the only parts of my past that truly bother me — the circumstances surrounding my daughter. How I couldn’t get my life together enough to get custody of Waverly. My chest shudders. But Vickie’s misbehavior only pushes my mind into the dirtiest fucking ways to tame her.

She won’t get what she wants tonight.

“I don’t want you going crazy,” I tell her, moving my finger from her mouth before she punishes me by biting down. “I want you to be… my girl.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I don’t do normal relationships and clearly, neither do you. But I want you, Vickie. But I need to know your past.”

“My past won’t help either of us.”

No answer about being my girl. Her ability to frustrate me puts strain on all my major muscle groups. I’m going to fucking Hulk out just standing here watching each new subtle act of resistance Vickie comes up with.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Owen…”

“If you think I’m not crazy enough to tie you to the bed and ink you until you speak… you’re wrong.”

“I would never think that because I don’t even understand what you’re saying,” Vickie says. Then she makes one crucial mistake. She tries to escape. Physically.

And that gives me permission to do what I want to her. She screams as I grab her arms and then throw her over my shoulders. She’s not a lightweight woman, so this takes some effort, but Vickie screams like she can’t feel the firm control I have over her psychotic curvy ass until I fling her onto the bed. She flails and in her distraction, I have the easy task of pinning her arms together and tying her ass up.

No more playing nice with this woman. No more eating pussy and fucking her brains out until I get the goddamn truth.

Vickie fights the whole fucking way as I tie her up, but I work quietly while stewing with anger. It’s the longest I’ve gone in a while without thinking of gambling by the time I have her fastened completely to the bed. Vickie’s arms are tied up over her head to the headboard and her thick ass legs are tied together and tethered to one of the bed frame legs so she can’t kick.

I know this woman too fucking well, so I stand back far enough that she can’t aim any spit at me. She can still glare though. My dick is so fucking hard watching the collar around her neck and the glare on Vickie’s soft brown face.

“What is the point of this?” She says grunting and trying her best to spread her legs apart to rip my ties open. Her efforts don’t work.

“You tried to run and I’m fucking tired of your shit. If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll cum in your mouth and you’ll still have to tell me.”

“That’s disgusting.”

I put my hand on my belt. “Why are you like this? You know all my fucked up secrets.”

“Hakeem will be dead. Who cares how we met?”

“Was he your boyfriend?”

“I hate you.”

I unbuckle my belt. I don’t want to do this to her. I don’t want to take my dick out and fuck Vickie’s mouth until she tells me the truth, but I can tell she won’t leave me a choice. Her fighting gets more intense and I enjoy watching her. I should tie her up more. It’s a lot harder to stay hard when she’s kicking around and aiming at my crotch while I’m pinning her down. Tied up, I can just enjoy how she looks when she squirms and fights — uselessly.

No more running the fuck away now. I wipe a bead of sweat off my face and try to contain my excitement. I don’t want to make good on my threats, but I’m all jacked up from tying her up and talking about it gets me rock hard. Watching Vickie fight makes the situation worse. I undo the button next, followed by dragging my zipper down over my bulge.

Vickie watches my hand trace the outline of my dick and I watch the change on her face. It’s hard not to smile, but I knew it would happen. My dick made this woman so fucking crazy that she drugged me and hopped her ass out the window… That’s an emotion.

“I’m going to assume if you don’t start talking, it’s because you want to suck my dick.”

“That would not be correct.”

“Then start talking.”

I drop my pants. Vickie fights harder against the ties holding her to the bed. Her fighting doesn’t matter anymore. I’ll get something that I want tonight, either way. I step out of my pants with my dick bulging through my underwear as I approach Vickie on the bed. This time, I don’t worry about her spitting on me.

Getting her sexy ass to hawk tuah on my fucking dick will only make this easier. She grunts and fights harder. I half expect her to start up with name-calling — one of her favorite ways to try to piss me off that never seems to work. My club name is ‘Scrap’… It’s not a compliment.

“How did you end up in Vegas?”

I’m close enough that I can stroke her head. I do it just to taunt her at first, but unfortunately, touching her just makes me want to cum in her mouth even more than I did before.

Vickie glares.

“You want to suck my dick that bad, little criminal?”

“Shut up.”

“Talk.”

I drop my underwear and my dick nearly slaps Vickie in the face. She jerks her head back.

“Hakeem was my cousin’s boyfriend older brother,” she says. “He tricked me into dropping out of college my first year and following him to Vegas.”

This evil woman. My dick is rock hard and the tip oozes with desire inches away from her lips. This is when she chooses to confess. My hand precariously holds onto her head. Should I take control and violate my promise to her or accept this tiny glimpse into Vickie’s past?

My heart races. I don’t know the right thing to do with this woman. Nothing seems to make her give a shit about me… except sex. I grip her head tightly and push my cock towards her lips. Breaking her trust in me even more. Vickie’s lips part slightly. I wait to see if she’ll say more.

Or do something else…

My stomach feels like it’s tied up in a knot and shoved into my throat.

“Why did you follow him to Vegas?”

Vickie looks up at me with wide, sad eyes.

“I can’t…”

“Tell me…”

It’s so hard not to shove my dick in her mouth right now. But I want to know the truth. I want to know it so fucking badly. Vickie glances at my cock like she’s weighing the options. I don’t know what she’s going to do, and waiting for an answer from her hurts.

My dick is too hard for me to think straight. I need answers. I need to cum. I need this woman to just… let me in.