Jauhnna Chapter 18

The weekend passed slower than I would've liked. I usually loved them since Diablo would be home with me for two entire days. This time, I was wishing the hours away despite enjoying every moment with him and the club. Part of it was spent preparing me for what was to come and going over the plan in detail.

Diablo called the Dark Patriots and explained the change. I wasn't part of the call, but when he was done, he told me it was a go. It was now Monday. The guys were working at the various businesses and spreading the tale about how we were going on a weekend-long ride. At least I had something to keep me busy other than to spend time with the horses and cleaning. I got the information compiled by Micro about Janus and Galway. I was reviewing it and making notes of people and things he missed. I wanted nothing to remain of their horrible kingdoms when we were done.

Just as I finished reading and taking notes, my cell phone rang. It startled me, and I wasn't expecting it. Picking it up off the table, I saw an unknown number. I cautiously answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello, may I speak to Jauhnna Carter?" a woman's voice asked briskly. She sounded all business.

"Speaking. How may I help you?"

"Ms. Carter, my name is Gail Kerr from Furever Caring. We got your message last week that you were unable to make your interview."

"Yes, I'm so sorry. I was looking forward to it, but a family emergency came up." I hated to cancel it, knowing they'd hire someone else, but I couldn't do it with this takedown deal happening. Diablo made me see that. I used the excuse of a family emergency because it was all I could think of.

"We understand, and I'm calling to see if we can reschedule it. Has your emergency been resolved?"

"It hasn't, but it should be back to normal after this weekend."

"Good. Would you then be willing to come in the following Wednesday and interview with us?"

I wanted to squeal with delight. There was still a chance. This was the place that I wanted to work at the most. The things they did for animals were similar to what I wanted to do for them.

"Really? I thought for sure I missed my opportunity, but yes, I'd love to interview. Thank you. What time should I be there?"

"Please be here at ten a.m. You'll be meeting with Mr. Tuckerman. He's the founder of our organization. Please make sure to bring your references. We're looking forward to meeting you next week. Have a good day."

"Thank you, Ms. Kerr. I'm looking forward to it too. Have a good week," I rushed to say before she hung up.

I jumped to my feet and did a happy dance. A chuckle had me whirling around and gasping. There stood Micro grinning.

"You scared me to death!"

"Sorry. I knocked, and you told me to come back at eleven. It's eleven. What's got you so excited? No, wait, don't tell me if you just got done having phone sex with Diablo. I don't need to know that." He pretended to gag.

Grabbing a scrunched-up piece of paper I had on the table, I threw it at him. Of course, he was coordinated, something I wasn't. He caught it and chucked it back, smacking me in the middle of my chest.

"Do you have siblings?" I asked him, picking it up off the floor where it landed.

"I do. A brother and a sister, why?"

"Because you have that annoying kid brother vibe down pat," I teased.

He laughed. "I'm the middle child. My sister is the baby."

"That explains it even better. And no, it wasn't me having phone sex with Diablo. It was from that place I was to interview with last week, Furever Caring. They still want to interview me next week. I said yes. This better be over by then. I need to be able to contribute to society again."

"It will be. Think positive. Did you get a chance to look over that stuff, or do you need more time?"

"I think I got most of it, at least the crucial stuff. I made notes. If I think of anything else, I'll let you know," I told him as I handed over the papers. He skimmed them and whistled.

"Damn, you did remember a lot. This is great. Thanks. I'm gonna get out of your hair so you can go back to dancing." he smarted off, then chuckled as he hurried away.

It was a letdown to have him leave. I didn't have anything to do. I wandered the house for half an hour, searching for something to occupy myself with. Nothing. I knew I could visit the horses, but it wouldn't keep me busy until the end of the day. Finally, I settled on reading. I got my e-book reader and scanned the selection to see if any of my favorite authors had released a new one. I was excited when I noticed there was one. Downloading it, I curled up in the sunroom in my favorite chair and got to reading. She was one of those steamy romance authors.

I was lost in the intrigue and hot sex happening between the main characters when a hand slipping over my shoulder and down underneath the front of my top to grasp my breast made me jump, but I knew that touch. Expert fingers teased my nipple as a mouth nibbled and sucked on my neck. I moaned and closed my eyes.

"Oh, Gregory, that feels so good. More," I whispered. I knew I was asking for it, but the book had me hot and bothered, and I wanted my man to go all caveman on me. A deep growl came out of him, making me shiver.

"Who the fuck is Gregory?" he snarled in my ear.

"Oh, it's you, Victor. I'm sorry. I was so caught up in what Gregory was doing in my book that I thought it was him," I teased.

In the next instant, my reader was torn from my hand and tossed on the couch, and then I was scooped up out of my chair. I giggled and peeked up at him through my lashes. He was giving me a scowl, but instead of scaring me, it made me hotter.

"You think ole Gregory is hot, do you? Well, let's see if you still think that when I'm done with you. Get your shoes, and cut on, then get your ass out to the garage. I'll be there in a minute."

He gave me a hot kiss before setting me back on my feet and slapping my ass. I raced to get my shoes and cut on and out there. I was dying to know what he had in store. I didn't have to wait long. When he came out, he went straight to his bike and started it. He gestured for me to get on behind him.

"What about helmets and stuff?" I asked.

"We don't need them. We're not leaving the compound. Get on."

I swung up behind him, wrapping my arms around him. He revved the engine, and then we were off. He rode down the main road that ran from the gate, past the clubhouse and the houses, back toward what I assumed was the rear of the property. I'd explored some, but all that was back there was open ground and trees as far as I could see, so I hadn't gone all the way. He stayed on the road for a few miles before he abruptly turned onto a dirt path leading into a bunch of trees. In the center of them, when we got there, I saw there was what I would call a rundown shack or cabin. He stopped and shut off his bike. I hopped off. I had no idea what we were doing here, but I was excited to find out.

"Victor, what is this place? Why did you bring me here?"

"How adventurous are you feeling, Jauhnna? How much do you trust me?" he asked gruffly.

My pulse sped up, and my body went wild at those words. It was his tone and the way he was watching me as he said it that did it. It was as if I was prey and he was the predator. When Galway made me feel that way, I'd been terrified. Diablo only made me eager for more. I trusted him completely, which was insane after such a short period of time, but it was true.

"I trust you with my life. I'm willing to try whatever you want, Victor."

A slight smirk twisted his lips before he hit me with a bomb. "Then, if you trust me, you'll strip naked. I want you to stand there and let me inspect you. You're not to move after you get undressed, and you're not to say a word unless I say you can. Understand?"

I gulped as I nodded yes.

"I need words right now. You can speak."

"Y-yes, I understand."

"Good, strip," he ordered.

With shaking hands and legs, I peeled off my property cut. I didn't know what he wanted me to do with my clothes. I glanced around for somewhere to put them.

"Put your clothes on the railing. Make sure your cut doesn't touch the ground," he told me.

I moved to the rail he was indicating on the porch to the cabin. I carefully placed it so I was sure it wouldn't slip off. Once it was safe, I worked on the rest of my clothing. He leaned against his bike and watched me without saying a word. It was nerve-racking. Next, I took off my shoes, top, and then my pants. This left me in my bra and panties. It felt weird to be exposed outside where anyone could possibly come along and see me, even if it was unlikely back here. Why would anyone have a reason to be this far out? I paused to gather my courage.

"You're not done. Take off the rest. Then, I want you to walk to the railing, turn your back to me, and bend forward with your hands on the rail. Eyes on the ground," he ordered.

What was he planning to do? I trembled as I removed them, leaving myself exposed completely to him. I went to the railing and assumed the position. My heart was beating like crazy.

I heard rustling sounds next. It was so hard not to turn to see what he was doing, but I didn't. I was determined to do whatever he told me. The sounds went on for a couple of minutes before they got silent—well, all except for the sounds of nature surrounding us.

I jumped when a hand landed on my back. A soft growl of displeasure caused me to freeze. His hot, rough hand ran down my back to my ass cheek. He squeezed it once before moving to do the same to the other. His other hand joined the one on my ass. They began to skim down my legs slowly until they reached my ankles. They gripped them, and then they were being tugged on. I automatically spread my legs. He hummed in approval.

"Mmm, look at that. All this soft skin and a dripping wet pussy. I like this. I wonder what else she can do. I've always wondered what it would be like to have a sex doll. One that I can do anything I want to. One I can touch anywhere. Taste all over. Play with any way I want. The best part is I can fuck her every way I want, as much as I want," he growled.

Hearing him refer to me as a sex doll should've made me feel cheap and degraded. It didn't. It made me feel sexy and turned me on. I knew my pussy just got wetter. I felt it. A small moan escaped.

"Ah, it seems I have the deluxe model—one who can make sounds. I might just like that. I wonder how many sounds I can get her to make and how loud—maybe loud enough for someone to hear and come to investigate."

A whimper left me. I wasn't sure I wanted anyone to see me, but the thought of it in the hypothetical sense made me shiver. In my books, I'd read about women who got turned on by having people watch them have sex. In some cases, other men would join. I didn't want anyone but Diablo, but in the pretend world, it was sexy to wonder and fantasize about it happening to me.

The whole time I was thinking these things, his hands were rubbing all over my lower body. The one place he avoided, though, was my pussy. He'd get right up to it, then bypass it. I was growing frustrated. I wanted his touch there desperately.

Suddenly, his hands were running up my stomach and then beyond to my breasts. He began kneading them while twisting my nipples. This pulled a moan out of me.

"Hmm, it seems I need to do more to get her to make sounds for me. Ah, I know what'll help."

He was acting as if he was talking to himself. There was more rustling, and then I yelped when my legs were shoved even further apart. His hot mouth was on my pussy. I sighed in relief. I wasn't relieved for long. He was determined to push me to make noise. The aggressive way he was eating my pussy told me that.

I was holding back not because I didn't want to give him what he desired. It was fear of someone hearing us. It made me hot at the same time as it made me nervous. I was fighting not to cry out when, out of nowhere, I felt my entrance probed. Next, something long and hard was pushing inside me. It wasn't his cock, but it kinda felt like one, only not as thick, and it was harder. It barely got inside before it began to buzz. This made me cry out.

He zeroed in on my clit with his mouth at the same time. He was sucking and lashing it with his tongue as the vibrator was worked in and out of my pussy. The combination had me soaked. I was climbing so close to coming in a matter of a minute or two. Whimpers, moans, and sighs were coming out of me despite trying not to make a sound.

A growl vibrated through my clit. At the same time, the vibrator kicked up a notch as my asshole was breached by a finger. I broke and screamed as I came. I orgasmed until my legs were weak, and I thought I might fall. I was trying to stay upright and catch my breath while trying not to pass out. I wasn't given the chance. The next thing I knew, I was being picked up and moved over to the bike. I was then lying front first over the seat with my ass in the air, pointing toward him.

"Yeah, that looks so pretty. I loved those sounds, but I need more. Let's see if I fuck my toy on my bike if she makes more noise. I gotta see if this pussy can squeeze my cock the way I like it," he whispered in my ear.

He hardly got the words out before the vibrator was removed. His cock was sliding into me to take its place. I cried out at the feeling. His cock stretched me so much more than the toy. I was stretched so wide and full. I loved it. I moaned, then gasped as he drew back. He held still, making the anticipation rise before he snapped his hips forward, burying himself balls deep. I cried out.

"That's it. Scream for me, my little fuck toy. I want everyone to hear how good I make you feel. How much you love my cock. I wish you could talk. Just enough to beg and tell me what you want me to do to you. God, that would be so hot," he muttered. The whole time he was talking, he was sliding in and out of me, but he was doing it in a slow glide, not the hard, deep way I wanted it.

I was feeling wild inside. I wanted him to be wild with me. Deciding to see how far I could push him, I let loose. "Oh, oh, yeah, oh, that feels good, but it would feel so much better if…" I stopped short.

"If what? Talk to me, doll. Tell me, what'll make this sweet pussy gush, and you scream? What will make you clench down on my cock like a vice and pull the cum out of me?"

Feeling daring, I told him. "Something in my ass would feel good." I wiggled my ass as much as I could with him inside of me. This earned a groan out of him. I smiled. I liked having his fingers in my ass.

Only he had a surprise for me. He reached into the small bag on the side of his bike. When he pulled out his hand, it had a bottle in it. I recognized the lube. I waited breathlessly to see why he needed it. A minute later, I knew why. It wasn't his finger that slid into my ass. It was the small vibrator he'd used on me minutes ago. I moaned long and loudly at how full it felt with his cock in my pussy and it in my ass. It burned, but he was gently inserting it, so the burn wasn't too much, and it began to ease not long after he got it all the way in.

With it in place, he began to stroke both the vibrator, which he set to low and his cock in and out in sync. When he pulled back his cock, he did the same to the vibrator. Tension was coiling tighter and tighter inside of me. My pussy was soaked, and my cum was running down on my thighs.

"Fuck, you feel so motherfucking good, doll. Can I fuck you harder? Do you want me to really hammer this pussy and your ass and make you come for me? Do you wanna come?" he snarled.

I shoved my ass back to meet his dual thrusts as I cried out, "Yes! Fuck me. Use your little fuck toy and fill it with your cum," I hollered. I was shocked at the things he had me saying, but I didn't care.

He let out a growl then I was being fucked harder. It didn't take but a couple of minutes of him pounding into me for me to detonate and scream. I jerked so hard I shook the bike. I vaguely was waiting to feel him come inside of me, but to my utter astonishment, he didn't. He kept thrusting enough to prolong my orgasm, but not to come. When I finally stopped, I lay limp over the seat of the bike.

I moaned when he removed the vibrator from my ass. He was back to thrusting slow and easy. I jumped when he bit my shoulder. I shivered when he whispered in my ear.

"Do you know what I want, my little fuck toy?"

"W-what?" I asked hoarsely.

"I want to know what that sexy ass feels like clamped around my cock as I fuck it. I want to fill your backdoor full of my cum, then watch it drip out of you."

"Do it then. I'm your little sex toy, aren't I? You can fuck me anywhere you want," I told him boldly. My courage was at a high. I could take anything he had to give me right now.

"Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely.

"Yes, yes, hurry. Fuck me. Fuck my ass!" I moaned. He was ramping me back up. The thought of him doing it was driving me crazy. I was so horny despite just coming. I felt insane.

He groaned, then slipped out. I glanced back and watched him slick up his cock with the lube. I knew I had plenty still inside from the vibrator. He was looking rather feral as he stared at my ass and stroked his cock, which was dark red. When he had it covered, he wiped his hand on his hip.

"Spread those cheeks for me, baby. Let me see that little hole."

I reached back and did it. As I held myself open, he gripped the base of his cock and pressed it to my opening. I fought not to tense up. As he pressed inward, I remembered to breathe. The pain was much worse than with his fingers or the vibrator. I almost told him to stop, but as he got past the two rings of muscles inside, it eased somewhat. I held on and let him work himself in and out. Each thrust took him deeper. As he did, he praised me.

"Oh, look at that. Yeah, you're doing so good, baby. Taking that big cock in your little ass. You feel out of this world. I'm so proud of you. So brave. Oh, fuck," he moaned. When he had me impaled fully on him, he held still and let me get used to the stretch and burn. As it began to ease, I wiggled my ass.

"More," I whispered.

"Don't move. I'm on the edge. I don't want to hurt you."

"It feels too good. I need you to move," I panted as I squeezed down on him.

That was the last straw. He let out a loud roar, and then he was thrusting. He started out easy, but each stroke ramped up just a little harder. Soon he was pounding my ass with abandon. The sensations were mostly intensely pleasurable ones, so any discomfort was forgotten. It wasn't long before I was screaming and then coming. I didn't care who heard me or even if someone was watching. I sobbed and wailed as I kept working his cock to join me. When he froze and bellowed my name, then jerked over and over, coming in my ass, everything went gray and hazy. I slumped boneless on the bike. The next thing I knew, I was in his arms. He was staring down at me in alarm.

"What's wrong?" I croaked. I felt weak and exhausted. My ass was sore, but I'd never felt more sated sexually. I was floating in utter bliss.

"You scared the hell out of me, that's what. You passed out on me. Christ, I need to get you back to the house. I'm sorry I let things go too far. God, tell me you'll forgive me. It won't happen again," he rambled.

"Victor, stop. Look at me. Listen. You did nothing wrong. It wasn't too far. It was amazing. It was just sensory overload, honey. You should be beating your chest, actually." I said with a smile.

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because you made your woman come so hard, so good, you made her pass the hell out. You're a stud. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to stay in this floaty state I'm in for a while longer."

His astonishment turned to relief, then to amusement. He began to laugh. Moments later, he was sitting on his shirt on the ground with me cuddled in his arms. I snuggled up against him, placing kisses all over his chest. I knew a couple of things for sure, he would always be able to satisfy me, and things would never be dull with him.

We sat there and gave each other sweet kisses and talked about the things we'd do once we eliminated my demons. Eventually, we knew we had to make our way back to the house. He stood and helped me get dressed, and then he put on enough of his clothes to ride back. I clung to him, inhaling his scent and running my hands over his bare abs and chest the whole way back. He'd put his shirt in the bags after using it to wipe us clean. We both needed a shower. I was sticky but so satisfied.

As we pulled into the garage, I briefly wondered if anyone saw us return and wondered what we'd been doing. Then I shrugged. Who cared? We were adults, and so were they. I wouldn't hide how much I desired and loved him, and I didn't want him to hide his love and desire for me. My life was finally complete. Or as complete as it could be without children, but that wasn't meant to be, and I had to give up that impossible dream. Diablo, Brooklyn, her family, and the club would be enough.