Sinner's Son (Savage Sons Motorcyle Club) (6 page)

"Stop," I said, swinging the door closed.

She turned back to face me, and I saw her gaze drop to my obvious hard-on.

"Oh," she said. "I see you have more pressing needs." Encantada crossed the room toward me, placed her hands on my chest, and the slid her hands to the buckle of my belt.

I nearly held my breath as she unbuckled it, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and pulled my cock out. I saw her eyes widen as she saw the size of it, and I could feel it harden even more as I thought about ramming it inside her until she cried out in a combination of pain and ecstasy. She wrapped her hand around my cock, gently stroking it as she eased my jeans down over my hips with her other hand. She looked up at me, and I thought for a moment that she was going to kiss me -- something that would have surprised me -- but she simply smiled and knelt on the floor.

Oh. My. God.

She licked the head of my cock, and rather than taking me in her mouth right away, she ran her tongue all the way down the shaft and back up again. She used her hands as well, as she very slowly opened her lips and slid just the head inside. She looked up at me while she took me in her mouth, and I reached down to pull her hair back from her face. I wanted to watch. The sight of her lips stretched wide to accommodate my cock nearly made me cum right away. She began to move her head up and down the length of me, and her hand moved up to gently brush up against my balls. I could feel them tighten as she worked me, taking all of my length into her mouth, forcing the head deep into her throat. I could feel my orgasm getting closer, much quicker than I'd expected. I thrust into her, making her take even more of me into her mouth. She took it all, and as I realized that I was about to lose control, I felt the gentle, steady pressure of her finger behind my balls.

I exploded into her mouth.

She kept moving, milking every drop from my cock, and she pulled me out in time to let my hot cum land on her face, the creamy white a stark contrast to her dark skin. She looked up at me, my load on her face, and I could feel my cock getting stiff again as I watched her use a finger to smear the cum from her cheek to her mouth. Jesus, I didn't plan on getting a moment's sleep that night. I had big plans for Encantada.

I pulled my jeans up and realized that not only was I filthy, but I also didn't smell so great. And I was hungry ... starving, in fact. My plans for Encantada could wait until after I'd had some dinner. She stood up, used a tissue from the nightstand to wipe her face clean, and returned to rummaging through my bag. She pulled out a clean Red Sea t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and some low-rise boxer briefs.

"This okay?" she asked, holding up the clothes.

"Fine. Thanks," I said, as she led me out into the hallway and into a bathroom that was larger than I'd expected. In previous visits, I'd used the bathroom at the other end of the hallway, which held a toilet, sink, and a shower. This one contained a huge, claw-foot tub.

Encantada lit a few candles and turned out the lights before turning on the water and turning to face me. She led me to a chair and sat me down, before bending to unlace and remove my boots and socks. I stood up, and she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans again and held them while I stepped out of them. I had to admit that I was enjoying being waited on hand and foot. The tub filled quickly, and she tested the water temperature before pouring some scented oil into the water. I was glad that it didn't smell like a hooker.

Taking my hand, she led me to the tub and waited while I stepped in and sat down. The water was just shy of too hot, and it felt amazing on my road-tired muscles. Encantada took a sea sponge and scrubbed me from head to toe, taking her time and using just the right amount of pressure. She lingered over my chest, and I thought I caught just a hint of interest in her eyes. I knew she was a whore, and I was gonna fuck her whether she enjoyed it or not, but I smiled to myself as I realized that it would be a lot more fun if she did enjoy it. I had a flash of a mental picture -- Encantada on top of me, riding me with her head thrown back in genuine ecstasy as she had a real -- rather than a fake -- orgasm. I decided that I might try to see if I could get her turned on for real.

Encantada left the room so that I could dress and she could arrange for some dinner. When I opened the bathroom door -- feeling like a new man -- she was waiting outside the door. She led me further down the hallway, away from my bedroom, and into a small dining room. Joker sat at the large table in the center, cigarette lit, beer half-empty, and whore on his lap. I took one of the empty chairs and sat down, my mouth watering at the sight of the food on the table. There was fresh guacamole, chips, enchiladas, rice, and black beans -- simple Mexican fare that looked amazing.

"Where's Zeno?" I asked as I filled a plate from the big dishes in the center of the table.

"My guess is he's balls-deep in his whore," Joker said, yanking the woman's shirt down to expose her breast.

I looked away, not because I was offended, but because I was hungry. "Good for him," I said, before taking my first bite of one of the best meals of my life. I think the fact that I was starving made everything taste better. After I'd shoveled in half of my plate, I realized that Encantada was still standing just inside the door, clearly waiting for my next request. "Why don't you sit down?" I said, before turning and introducing her to Joker.

"You get tired of Moses, there, you just come on down the hall to my room, and I'll take care of you," he said, sliding his hand beneath the skirt of the woman who still covered his lap.

Encantada simply smiled and sat down in the chair next to mine. I watched her, and I realized that her smile was simply an act. I remembered the tiny hint of desire I'd seen in her eyes as she'd bathed me, and I wanted to see more. I wondered for a second what it would be like to go to bed with Encantada as a lover, rather than as a customer.

"Encantada has been a gracious host," I said to Joker. "I don't believe I'll be sending her away." I wasn't sure, but I thought I might have seen a hint of relief in her expression.

Zeno finally showed up by the time I was filling my plate for a second time.

"There you are," he said. "Everyone disappeared, and I got sidetracked by Fantasia and Nadia."

"What the fuck?" Joker cried. "You got yourself a pair of whores. Motherfucker!"

Zeno sat down and poured himself a shot of tequila. "Some of us need a little more to satisfy us. Fantasia was very ... accommodating."

I shook my head. Zeno really relaxed and enjoyed himself in Mexico, and I liked to see it. He was so quiet back home that I frequently wondered what the hell was going on in his head, but never when we were south of the border. He had drinking and fucking on his mind, and he did both with great dedication.

I considered a third helping of dinner, but I realized that as my stomach started to feel full, that I had far more pressing issues on my mind. I wanted to see Encantada naked, and I wanted to make her cum, repeatedly. I pushed back from the table and reached for the tequila bottle. Encantada anticipated my desire and picked up the bottle, filling the shot glass in front of me.

"Is there anything else you would like to eat or drink?" she asked, her sexy voice making me wonder if she would cry out when she climaxed.

"Just you, beautiful Encantada," I said, deciding that if I wanted her to cum that perhaps I should stop treating her like a whore.

She looked at me and couldn't quite conceal her surprise at my sincere compliment. "Whatever you wish," she answered, resorting to the lines Luis would have given her.

I wanted more from her, though, and I was determined to break through the facade that she created for her customers. I wasn't sure how I'd do it, but I was going to try.

Joker had finish eating as well, and he smacked his whore on the ass as he sent her to get him another cold beer. She giggled and seemed to be having a good time, but who could really tell?

"Moses, you make sure you get some sleep tonight, my boy. We have business to do tomorrow with Luis. He told me that Don Roberto is coming to meet with us and has a special proposition." Joker lit another cigarette. "I want you and Zeno to at least be conscious so that we can decide for the MC whether we want to take on whatever it is."

I was intrigued. "Did he say what the proposition was?"

"Nah. Don Roberto wants to present it personally. Whatever it is, I bet it's something we can make a lot of money from."

I was apprehensive. I knew that much of Don Roberto's empire was built on selling cocaine to the U.S., and while I didn't give a shit about the junkies who'd line up to buy the stuff, I did worry about the visibility we'd have if we started bringing in huge quantities of seriously high-dollar coke. We had more money than we could spend rolling in from the meth, and I didn't see the point of taking a chance for money we didn't need. Tonight wasn't the night to get into it, though, and I decided that the discussion could wait until morning. I looked over at Encantada. Or maybe it could wait until the afternoon.

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here was something about Moses that unsettled me. I was used to doing all sorts of intimate things with men, but I wasn't used to being looked at like I was a real person. I've had years of experience sharing my body with men, and the one lesson that I've learned is that the best way to protect yourself is not to care. It's a job. The person you're having sex with doesn't care about you. You're just a hole to fuck.

It's harder when a man treats you like something other than a whore.

Something about Moses felt dangerous to me, like he could see through the mask that I wore for my customers. I knew that I needed to be careful. He was a job. He was a way to get Luis to pay me enough money to feed my daughter. Nothing more.

But he had called me beautiful, and that bothered me. You don't have to flatter a whore. And he had called me beautiful. I had to forget it and move on.

I led him back to the bedroom after he'd eaten his fill, and I was counting my blessings that I hadn't been paired up with the older man. I've seen it all, but shoving you hand up a whore's skirt at the dinner table was a little vulgar, even for Lupita's. I opened the door for Moses and followed him inside, trying my best to keep myself calm and suppress the little flutter of anticipation that I felt deep in my belly. I wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but part of me was looking forward to the rest of the evening. It wasn't very often that I got a customer who looked like Moses -- all hard muscles, and well-endowed, too.

"Encantada," he said quietly as I closed the door. "Beautiful Encantada."

He said my whore's name reverently, like it was a prayer, and I wished, just for a second, that I could hear my real name on his lips. The way he whispered my name reinforced the fact that he wasn't my lover. I was a whore, and it was my job to satisfy him.

"Yes, Moses?" I answered. "What is your pleasure?"

He looked around the room and pointed to one of the two chairs. "I want you to sit and have a drink with me."

I took a step toward the table that held the bottle and the glasses, and Moses reached out, putting his hand on my arm and stopping me in my tracks. "Let me," he said.

I felt almost panicked, which I know sounds ridiculous. I was in the room to let this guy do whatever he wanted with me, and I felt freaked out because he wanted to pour me a glass of tequila. This wasn't how the evening was supposed to go.

"Here, beautiful Encantada. I don't guess you have many people bringing you drinks, do you?"

I shook my head because I couldn't think of a single thing to say.

Moses took the chair beside the bed on the other side of the room. "You don't look comfortable. Is there something you want?"

I took a deep breath. I had to figure out a way to get back into my Encantada persona. "All that I want is for you to be pleased. What would you like?"

"I would like to get to know you. I would like to talk for a while."

I opened my mouth, couldn't think of anything to say, realized that I probably looked like a fool, and closed my mouth again. I was about to get up and try to figure out a way to distract him from his conversational goal, when there was a knock at the door. Though I was surprised, I was also relieved. I figured it was one of his friends, perhaps coming in search of a foursome. I stood up in a hurry and went to the door to answer it.

It was one of the cooks from downstairs.

"Nando? What are you doing up here?" He shouldn't have come upstairs, unless something out of the ordinary was going on.

"Encantada, I am sorry to disturb you, but can I come in?"

I looked at him in horror. "I have a customer inside. Let's step out."

"No, no," he said, looking up and down the hallway, clearly afraid of being seen. "I'm not supposed to be up here, but I have to talk to you."

I turned back to Moses, knowing that if Luis happened to see Nando, that he'd be out of a job instantly. "Do you mind if he comes in for just a moment. I promise it won't take long."