Shain Chapter 14

Without a doubt, Daredevil had to be wondering if he was with a bipolar shrew after the way I went off. I'd like to say it would be the last time I did it, but I knew I'd likely do it again. I'd have to work on taming that side of me. I guess deep down, I was still unable to comprehend what was so special or intriguing about me to interest him.

I'd been having such a fun time with the ladies until they told me about the date. I sensed they were welcoming me with open arms. When the topic of Daredevil and Bella came up, I felt like a sharp knife went through my heart, and I began doubting everything. I got out of there as fast as I could. I hoped to have more time to get some of my stuff packed and moved before he came searching for me. Beyond doing that, my mind had been too chaotic to decide what I'd do next, although maiming was definitely an enticing option.

Hearing him confess, he would've tossed Bella aside for me, and the sincerity in his voice, along with the look on his face, had finally broken through my anger and pain. I let not only my brain but my heart listen to him. Now, all I wanted to do was move us past it and experience the intimate side of his love.

I was trembling with wild desire as I took in his naked form. It never got old seeing or touching him. Tasting was always a must, along with feeling him taking me. Lots of times, he was just short of out of control when he did, while at others, he could do it so slowly I thought I'd die. He made me crave him just by hearing his voice or smelling his scent. His painfully erect cock told me he was just as desperate for me as I was for him. The thrill of make-up sex pulsed through me. My pussy was so wet, and I ached deep in my core.

"Lie on your back in the middle of the bed with your head on the pillows. Don't move. I'll be right back," he commanded.

A low whimper escaped me as I watched him stroke himself, smearing the precum down his long length. Not wanting to risk him stopping, I scrambled to do what he said, or I should say ordered. While I did, he walked out of the room. A bolt of panic traveled through me. I almost got off the bed to go after him, but something told me not to. I strained my ears and caught the sound of rustling coming from what I thought was the extra bedroom. Curiosity began to grow. He was only gone a couple of minutes before he was back. In his hands, he carried a small bag.

"What's in there?" I had to ask.

"That's for me to know and you to find out. You were very nasty, Shain. You were gonna leave me without letting me explain. I can't have you going so far again. You're mine, and I'm yours. You don't trust me."

"I'll work on it. I'm so sorry. It doesn't come easily to me."

"I get it, but I need you to in every way. If we don't trust each other explicitly, then this will never last. I want and need it to last forever, Shain. This may help," he shook the bag as he said it, making the contents rustle.

"How will whatever is in there help?" I was half-excited and half-apprehensive to find out what the bag contained and how it would make me trust him more.

"Are you willing to find out? I'll make you this promise. If at any time you truly are afraid or unsure, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. We'll talk it out. However, don't automatically say stop when you're only nervous. I'll never hurt you."

I knew this was key for us both. If I outright denied him whatever was in the bag, our relationship would either die or never be the deep, meaningful experience we wanted and needed it to be. Besides, deep in my soul, something kept shouting. I had nothing to worry about. Where was that inner voice when the women told the story about him and Bella?

"I'm willing."

The smile he gave me told me I made the right choice. "Thank you, baby. Now, I need you to close your eyes and keep them shut until I tell you to open them, no matter what. Can you do this for me?" He set the bag on the foot of the bed. I quivered, but I nodded yes.

"I need words, Mon Rêve. For the evening, I need words, not just nods. Do you understand?"

I swallowed. "I understand, and yes, I'll keep my eyes shut until you say I can open them." The words came out a bit cracked since my mouth was so dry.

His smile was back. "Good. Now close them."

I lowered my eyelids and waited. I wouldn't lie. I was tense as the zipper opened and he made noise removing the contents. Moments later he spoke again. "Lift your head off the pillow and hold it up."

I did, then jerked as something constricted and slid down my forehead. As the softness came to rest over my eyes, I knew what he'd done. A blindfold was over my eyes. My breathing sped up a smidge.

"Put your head down. You can open your eyes. I need you to tell me if you see anything."

I slowly complied with his commands. It was pitch black. "I can't see anything. It's all black."

He placed a gentle kiss on my mouth. I recognized the feel of his lips and the way his light beard scratched my face. "Good girl," he whispered.

As anxious as I was, I was more turned on. My nipples were hard peaks that were burning just as my pussy throbbed and coated my inner thighs with my cum. There was more movement and sounds, and then his hand was wrapped around my left wrist. My arm was raised up and over my head, and then something soft encircled it. I automatically pulled. My arm remained over my head when he let go. Another tug told me my wrist was secured to the bed. The beat of my heart doubled, especially when my other wrist was lifted and restrained.

I would say that, overall, I was adventurous in bed. Over the years, there were lots of things I'd been curious about, and I got to try some of them. For others, I was either too hesitant to ask for them or if I did, the men were unwilling to do them. For some, it was due to their not being comfortable with the acts. Others, I believe it was only because they didn't like suggestions or demands from me. One of those asks happened to be restraining me. I asked one guy, and he flipped out, telling me he wasn't into weird shit. Suffice it to say we didn't end up dating for long. This experience kept me from voicing the request to anyone since.

"Are these too tight?"

I twisted them, and my wrists were able to move within the cuffs. "No, they're not."

"Still trust me?"

"Yes."

He didn't say anything else, and then moments later, something soft tickled my ribs. From there, he jumped around. It brushed my stomach, my legs, across my nipples, and along my jaw. I was relaxing into it when he stopped and then began again. Except this time, it was harder and had a different texture. I struggled to figure out what it was as he repeated the same brushing of my skin pattern. I was so into trying to guess that I didn't expect what he did next. The item left my skin and then landed in a smack on the side of my breast. I inhaled swiftly and cried out. It barely stung. It was more the shock of it, I think. Another one landed on the opposite breast. I moaned as it caught the side of my nipple.

"Do you like that, Shain? Do you want me to stop?"

"I do. I mean, I like it; don't stop."

A few more smacks landed. I was about to beg him to do it harder when I let out a scream. He didn't smack me harder on the breasts. He brought it down on my exposed pussy. I had my legs open in the hopes he'd touch me there, but so far, he hadn't. Straightaway, I felt more slickness slide out of me. My hips came up off the bed.

"Look at how wet your pretty little pussy is. And how hard those nipples are. I think you like this, baby. Let's see what you think of this."

I was rigid with anticipation of what he'd do next. It was scary not to be able to see what was coming, but at the same time, it was exciting, and for me, so far, excitement exceeded the fright. I jumped as something hard and cold slid along my outer breast. I had no clue what it was. Again, it traced the paths of the two items before. When a hard, cold something smacked across my nipples, I cried out.

"If only you could see what I have in my hand. I could do anything to you right now, and you couldn't stop me, but I'll never hurt you, my love. Never. Fuck, you look so hot like this," he muttered softly.

The cold hardness left my skin. He moved, and then I felt something hard and wet brushing my lips. Automatically, I opened my mouth, and then I knew what it was as a thickness invaded my mouth. Cum exploded on my tongue as his precum-covered head pushed inside. I eagerly sucked him deeper. Hands slipped under my head and tilted it back.

"That's it. Suck it. Take me deep," he murmured.

As I sucked him harder and took him deeper, he thrust in and out. I was settling into it when he thrust super deep and held himself there. As I fought to breathe, he spoke again. "I could hold it right here, and you'd smother. There's nothing you can do to stop me. Should I?" he growled.

My heart kicked into high gear. He was right. He could, and how would I stop him? My hands were tied. Panic filled me, but even as it did, the voice in my head told me to calm down. He'd never do it. Fighting my mindless dread, I held myself still. It took almost everything in me to do so. I was about to break when he eased back and removed his cock.

His mouth took mine tenderly. "See, you trust me. I'd never do that." His tongue dueled with mine. I was melting and so close to coming just from his words and actions. My temperature rose as he tongue fucked my mouth and nibbled on my lips just as I did the same to him.

His fingers grazed my nipples, then tweaked them hard, making me cry out. A few more twists, tugs, and nibbles, and I came. I was panting when I came down from the high. Abruptly, fingers were tugging at my wrists. Then I noted the restraints gave, and then my arms were lowered. Before I could relax, my hips were gripped hard. I was yanked backward and ended up on what I presumed was the edge of the bed.

My thighs were tugged further apart, then there was a quick probe, and I found myself impaled on his cock as he buried it inside of me. He was breathing hard. I moaned long and deep as he invaded my sensitive core. The head of his cock rubbed over my G-spot as he thrust in and out. He pressed my knees toward my head, bringing my ass off the mattress as he pounded my pussy. His balls were slapping off my ass.

"Do you want me to fuck you raw? Take you in every way imaginable over and over until you can't run? Make you scream over and over as you give me more and more of your sweet peach juice. Mmm, fuck you feel so goddamn amazing. Squeeze me. Make me come," he grunted as he powered in and out of me.

I was climbing close to another orgasm as he did it. "Yes, yes, do it!" I cried.

A slightly stinging slap to my breast moments later had me coming again. I thought for sure he would, too, but he somehow held back. He was rutting like an out-of-control beast, and I loved every second of it. No one had ever taken me like he was. Even as I orgasmed, I felt the coil inside of me tightening again to come a third time. A nip to my bottom lip made me moan. The way he was leaning over me put pressure on my clit, and each thrust rubbed him against it.

"More?" he hissed. It was clearly a question.

"Anything," I sobbed. I could barely breathe, let alone think at this point.

I whimpered as he withdrew. I was flipped onto my stomach, and then I heard a snapping sound. I jumped as wet coolness was rubbed up and down my ass crack and centered on my asshole.

"I need your ass, Shain, and I'm not sure I can stay in control much longer. Can I take it? I want to fuck you raw, remember? I want you to recall this every time you sit down tomorrow: how your man showed you that you can trust him. Yes or no?" As he asked, his finger was rubbing back and forth across my asshole.

"Yes!" I screamed.

Despite his losing control remark, he didn't just ram himself inside me. He gently lubed my hole, then stretched me a minute or so before he pressed inside. He went slow and easy, giving me time to adjust to him. When he was buried to the hilt, and I was nearly mindless, he let go, but only because I begged him.

"Fuck my ass, please honey. I need it. Give me harder," I begged.

"Christ," he bellowed as he pulled back then impaled my ass.

The pace he set was a hard, fast one, which made me come almost immediately. I lost track of how many times I came before his smooth strokes changed to stuttering ones then his cock was jerking inside of me, unloading his cum as he growled and grunted. I wailed as I came one last time. I went totally limp, unable to move when I was done. He was half lying on top of me, panting in my ear. His sweaty skin touched mine.

We lay like this for several minutes, or maybe it was hours before he withdrew and then rolled onto the mattress next to me. He curled his arm around me, taking me with him, so I was spooned from behind. The blindfold was removed. I had to blink several times to bring everything into focus.

"Are you alright? I wasn't too rough or scary, was I?"

"No, you weren't. It was incredible."

"Good. I want to show you something." His arm lifted, and he pointed down the bed. I lifted my head to look. I saw the restraints. Next to it was a feather on a handle and then a leather strap. Those explained the first two things he used to tease my skin. It was the final item that made me gasp. It was a gleaming, sharp-looking knife. I swung my head around and looked at him. My mouth was hanging open in utter shock.

"See, even with something that dangerous, I'll never hurt you, Shain. You can trust me. Whenever you doubt it, tell me. I'll show you."

The implications sank in, and as they did, I knew he was right. I could trust him with my heart and my life. "I will, and I'll prove to you that you can trust me too. No more going off half-cocked. I can't promise I won't get mad at you, but I won't try to leave."

"That's all I ask," he whispered before he gave me a kiss.

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Daredevil's lesson in trust hadn't faded even several days later. The following day, I found the ladies and apologized for taking off on them. They assured me they understood and told me how sorry they were for blurting it out the way they did. Bella kept telling me how Daredevil and the others never really had deep feelings for her. I wasn't sure if this was true of the other three, but I knew it was for my man. He showed me constantly how much I meant to him. It was the same behavior I saw from the other men with their old ladies. They were always touching them, doing things for them, and hovering protectively over their women and kids.

Things kept falling into place as the days passed until we were now to the weekend, and the whole club was off work. I was excited for today because the club had decided and planned to go on a ride. It had been too long since I rode my baby.

In order to allow all the women to join, they arranged for those they trusted to come watch the kids. The only ones not allowed to go on the bikes were the pregnant ones: Piper, Londyn, and Adara. No way their men would risk them or the babies. Even experienced and careful riders went down. It was decreed those three would ride in an SUV with Lucas. He was a friend of the club's, or as I found out, originally a friend of Sara's who was a cover model for romance books. He loved to hang with the club and cause trouble. Usually, a prospect would drive, but they left both Cullen and Colton behind this time to watch out for the kids. As much as I loved the idea of riding with Daredevil, he insisted this time I ride my bike. He was proud of me for being a rider. He claimed that he wanted to show me off.

Before we left, there ended up being a couple of things which needed to be done I discovered. The first one was a welcome surprise for me. We were gathered in the parking lot getting ready to head out. Final checks of the bikes were performed. I was hunkered down, checking my brake cable when Daredevil came striding up. I smiled as I stood up. He gave me a sexy smile back.

"I'm ready," I told him.

"Good, but there's one more thing you need."

I frowned as I tried to think of what I missed. "What?"

"This," he said as he took his arm out from behind his back. I hadn't noticed he had it hidden. Hanging from his fingertips was something I recognized instantly. It was a leather cut. I gasped as I reached out to take it and open it up. He shook his head, and he spread it wide for me.

The back was toward me. My stomach swooshed seeing the Ares Infidels name on it but the genuinely exciting part for me was reading Property of Daredevil. I let out an undignified biker babe squeal, which caused those around us to laugh. I held my arms out to the side. "Gimme," I half-shouted. This made them laugh harder.

He grinned as I presented my back to him, and then he slipped it on. As I hugged it to me, I scanned the front. I smiled even wider when I saw My Dream sewn over my front left breast. I twirled around and launched myself into his arms, dragging his head down so I was able to kiss him. Whistles and hollers rang out around us, along with claps. Now, I was truly and fully one of the old ladies. We all had property cuts, and in our world, it was a huge deal to get one.

I stumbled back when I was abruptly shoved back from Daredevil. Blinking in shock, I glanced down at my waist, where the push came from, to find an irate little blond-haired girl glaring up at me. Disapproval practically spits from her eyes.

I heard Ember shout, "Morgan, no!"

"No, he's mine. Take it back, Devil," Morgan shouted as she stomped her foot. Her arms were crossed over her chest.

Until now, Morgan has stayed away from me. I guess her days of remaining aloof and silent were over. I knew from what the ladies and Daredevil told me that Morgan had been insistent she was marrying him when she grew up. He'd humored her and even played along when he saw how much it riled Rampage up. I guess he was paying for it now. He gave me a remorseful look before he hunkered down to her level.

"Sweetheart, I can't. Shain is my old lady. She's supposed to wear one. It's like what your daddy gave your mommy."

"No, it was supposed to be mine. I only have seven years, and then we can get married."

"Honey, I'm sorry, but I'm too old for you. Besides, when you get older, you'll fall in love with a guy who'll love you even more than I do. He'll be perfect for you, just like Shain is perfect for me. I love her," he told her.

It made me ache to see tears in her eyes. A little girl's first crush could be so strong. I still remember mine and how upset I was when he found a girlfriend and then later married her. I'd been devastated for a while, thinking I'd never love anyone.

"But I have our whole wedding planned," she wailed.

"Mind if I talk to her?" I asked as her parents came to join us.

"Sure, if you think it'll help," Ember said, sounding rather helpless.

"No, I don't want to talk to you!" Morgan protested.

"Young lady, you don't yell or talk to people that way. Shain is Daredevil's old lady. Be nice," Rampage admonished her, although not too harshly I was glad to see.

She hung her head. I didn't want her to be crushed. Her spirit was something to mold and guide as she got older. We'd want her to be able to stand up for herself and speak her mind at the appropriate times. I held out my hand to see if she'd take it and come with me. After several seconds of ignoring me, she did. I walked away to a part of the parking lot where no one could hear us. I sat down on the wooden railroad tie they had along the edge of the lot.

"When I was your age, I had the biggest crush on Axle. He was part of the club my uncle and cousin were in. I thought for sure we'd grow up and get married," I paused after telling her this.

She glanced up at me. "Why didn't you?"

"Well, he was twelve years older than me, for one thing, and he ended up getting a girlfriend, and they got married. I cried when he did, but as I got a little older, I realized it was a good thing."

"Why?"

"As much as I thought I loved him, it was only as a really good friend. He loved her like a wife. If I had married him, I'd be so upset and sad because then I wouldn't have met and fallen in love with Daredevil. I wouldn't have found more family."

She thought about what I said a minute or so before she spoke again. "What happened to Axel and his wife?"

"Well, he ended up moving to another state and over to another chapter of the Regulators. They're still married, and I see them a couple of times a year. Do you know what's really cool?"

"What?"

"They gave their little girl the middle name Shain after me."

Her eyes grew round. "Really!? That's so cool. So if I let you have Daredevil, you'll name your daughter after me?"

"Maybe. I'd have to see what he thinks. What if she's not a Morgan? I believe certain names fit some people and not others."

"Hmm, I guess I can see that. I'm not a Shain, but definitely a Morgan. Okay, I'll let you have him, but he's still my best friend, and you have to let me plan your wedding," she demanded. I had to fight not to smile at how fast she threw him over. Yep, I pitied the poor boys and then men who would try to date her, as if the attitude and threats of her dad and uncles weren't bad enough.

"I can definitely let you help with a wedding if he asks me to marry him," I promised.

A smile spread across her face, and then she was up and marching over to him. He appeared concerned as she approached him. She stopped and placed her fists on her hips.

"I'll let her have you but you have to marry her so I can help plan your wedding. Oh, and if you have a daughter, she might name her Morgan if she's a Morgan," she declared. There was no asking, she was telling him. His stunned appearance made it hard for me not to laugh. The others were snickering although trying hard to remain quiet and serious.

He gave her a solemn nod after he wrestled his face into a calm appearance. "I'll ask her to marry me, but it's because I love her, not because you said I had to. If she wants to let you help plan our wedding, then go for it. We'll take all the help we can get, and you seem to be the expert. As for a daughter named Morgan, we'll see. Deal?" he held out his fist.

She ignored it as she threw herself in his arms. He chuckled as he hugged her. I'd moved closer, so I heard her faux whisper to him, "I'll help you get the ring. You need to ask her soon." This set the others off again while I smiled.

"I will," he told her as he smirked up at me. I stuck out my tongue.

This broke the tension, and Morgan was content to let her grandpa, Edward, lead her off to help him a few minutes later. He was here to watch her and her twin brothers, Braxton and Blaise.

A final reminder from Rampage, their road captain, about the route we were taking, and we got on our bikes and the pregnant ladies in the SUV. I grinned as we left the compound. The day was warm, and the wind on my face made me happy and content. I let my worries fly away as the miles rolled by under my tires.

Daredevil and I were at the back of the group. Officers and more senior members rode in the front. He was right next to me in the formation. Riding this way took more skill and concentration than riding single file. Moose and the other Regulators had worked on my skills a ton before they ever let me out on the road with them. After I showed them I was more than competent, they loosened up on me riding alone.

The ride ended up being a couple of hours long, with breaks added mostly for the pregnant women. I got a good introduction to the areas surrounding Tenillo, my new home. I liked it. Yes, it was different from Nebraska, but still lovely.

By the time we got back to the compound, I was ready for a fun night at the clubhouse. I figured later there'd be the typical hang arounds coming. I looked forward to it because it was highly likely I'd be able to lay claim to Daredevil and ruin at least one hopeful's night. If they stayed away from him, then no harm, no foul. I didn't have a beef with any of the women trying their luck with a single guy. However, for those who tried trickery or straight up meanness, my claws would come out, even if it was to defend the other men.