Running Blind

Get's Real

Baleigh froze. Staring right at one of the toughest and nastiest bikers in the club. She wasn't sure if he was here to kill her or what, but she knew he was not one dude to fuck with. Breaking an easy smile while holding her place.

"Tommy, you could of have a called." She tried to keep her voice calm and stifle the fear that roiled inside her.

He snorted but stayed parked deep into her beat-up sofa. "Baby when the Snake told me you were back, I said bullshit, I had to see the bitch for myself." His large black hand slapped the cushion next to him. His bright white smile broke free. "Now get that creamy ass over here and tell me what fuck you be doing."

His words scrambled her. He seemed low key, like just another day but she knew, one mistake and he break her neck or maybe worse. Tommy was known to be a sadist and enjoyed the rougher aspects of the bedroom. Baleigh never hooked up with him, but stories were common that it took girls a week or longer to heal up from partying with him.

She didn't hesitate, and as if her feet had their own conscience she glided to the sofa and slide into the cushion next to him. A glance his way and she realized how he dwarfed over her. Small and vulnerable. He shifted slightly and that hand of his now slid right over the thigh. The strength of his grip went right through the jeans and weirdly teased her darker senses.

Baleigh figured she better take the initiative or he would interrogate to no end. Tommy was shrewd and had that knack of catching the bullshitters. "I realized, Tommy, my place is here, the world I grew up in. Not that mainstream crap."

The grip eased as those thick fingers worked slowly on her thigh, he shifted to get a better look at her. The smile was gone, but she spotted a glimmer in his dark eyes. She gave him an easy smile, doing everything she could to keep it from getting out of hand. Fear rippled through her, but she had to conceal it. He would smell it on her then assume whatever she laid out as a lie.

A snicker came right back at her. "Snake told me you went 5-0 got a dude whacked and now you be crawling back all heated up like." Those fingers kept moving like serpents coiling to strike over her thigh. "You fucked up bad, and you know B girl there is a price to be paid."

Every part of her stomped on the panic peddle. Her heart now pounded out of control. There was no taking flight, his grip like an anchor on her thigh and he would get her before she hit the door anyway. She was seriously fucked. Dead.

"Tommy ... I made a mistake, a bad one." A weak smile broke over her lips. "I just want to be home, back with the club."

"Not that easy babe, you know how it is. You broke the code, loyalty is everything and you shucked it to go straight." The cushion sagged when he turned and those fingers now moved real close to her sex. Baleigh gulped deeply as sweat broke over her brow. "But the Snake seems to like you and wants to see if you got the bitch in you to ride again." She bit her lip watching his head shake back and forth, slow and easy. "Me? I give your ass to the '13 and let them tear you up, but it ain't my call so you know are my problem."

"I don't want to be a problem, Tommy. I will do whatever ... " Right there Baleigh signed her death warrant. Snake tied her to Tommy, and that meant a dark hard ride no matter what. Was it a test? Challenge her loyalty? Or was Tommy to find out was she undercover or what? She would have to be careful every step of the way, one slip and she was dead.

"Good, because from this second I own your ass." His eyes drew even darker, several fingers found her pussy and raked hard against the denim. Her stomach knotted as she staved off the twitch in her snatch. It had been a long time since she had sex. Tommy was not first on the call up list for some friends with benefits, but she knew the drill going forward. She was his bitch to do what he wanted with. There was no saying, "Fuck no" whatever he wanted, when and how he wanted, and even with whom he wanted it was her yoke now.

When he leaned in and kissed her lips, it startled Baleigh. She figured Tommy just rape her and do as he pleased. She wasn't going t get all school girl with this tiny bit of tenderness for Tommy was ruthless with women just like men. His fingers diddled longer on her pussy, pressing hard working the denim on her clit. The fabric was abrasive against her sensitive bud, but she couldn't help the moan that spilled out.

Tommy's gaze bored into her own, the kiss lingered for a brief moment as she slowly stewed in her own juices. He had the reputation of being a magic man with the ladies, add in that sadistic aura and he was one dangerous man. Baleigh allowed herself to enjoy this, it had been too long. No one since Travis had been killed touched her. She had gotten used to the lack of intimacy and all of a sudden, the need raced back in.

Her thighs splayed open, inviting him to go for it. Her teeth gently snapped at his bottom lip in that come fuck me tease. She was his now. Resistance was no part of the vocabulary so get the upper hand. Fuck his brains out, get him grooving on her and that would keep her safe.

Tommy's laughter broke the spell. Baleigh blinked looking at him as he lifted himself back upright.

"Don't worry B girl, you'll get yours all day and night. But first, we got a job to do."

He rose from the sofa, and towered over her. He was a massive, muscled black man. She throttled all those warm needy feelings back into herself. "Wassup?"

At the door, he turned back to her and flashed that smile. This one had evil printed on it.

"Time to see how you handle a gun."