Taken by the Biker Gang 2: Initiation (Pt. 3)

Liam gathered me up into his arms and took me upstairs. I buried my face in his neck, hiding myself from seeing the gazes of his men. I didn’t look up until I felt soft, cotton sheets beneath me. I was in a bedroom slightly less spartan than Tony’s. But there were no pictures or any personal touches to be seen. Just a bed, a nightstand, and some drawers that was probably for clothes. “Doesn’t it feel sad, not having any pictures or items for sentimentality?” I asked.

“That’s none of your concern,” he said gruffly.

I recoiled at his harsh tone. “Sorry.”

His features immediately softened. “I don’t want to talk about myself,” he said. “I’d rather talk about you.” He settled down on top of me, knees on either side of my body. He pinned my hands down above my head. “You got nervous again. You’re practically trembling right now. Why?”

I bit my lip, embarrassed to tell the truth. Why should I be uncomfortable fucking Liam’s men when I was fine fucking Liam? I hardly knew him and had no real reason to trust him either.

“Tell me,” he commanded. “None of this will work if you keep secrets from me.”

“It’s just… I don’t know. What’s going to happen tonight?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said, nuzzling my neck. “But you’ll love it. I promise.”

“Will I have to... you know… with others? How many?” My voice quivered a little.

“Yes. You’re new, Lyla. They’re going to want to enjoy you. Try you out.” He looked at me, his eyes dark but not cold. “You’re not going to get hurt, Lyla,” he said. “I won’t allow it.”

“I believe you don’t want me to get hurt,” I said slowly. I didn’t want to anger him. “But how can you be so sure I won’t?”

“I can control my men,” he said. “They obey me just like you obey me.” The grip on my wrists tightened and I whimpered a little even as I grew wet again. “If you need a break just say ‘red.’ They’ll stop if they know what’s good for them.” He released one of my wrists to trace my lips gently. I was under his spell. “If your mouth is otherwise occupied, then struggle,” he said. “They’ll stop.”

I kissed the tip of this finger. “Thank you,” I whispered. He kissed my forehead.

“I don’t let my girls get hurt, Lyla,” he said. “And if anyone does hurt you, let me know, okay?”

I nodded. Liam was sincere. Or maybe I was naive. It was hard to tell. But I believed him. He may be dominating, but I believed he would never let me get hurt.

Liam smiled at me before leaning down. His lips met mine in a tender kiss. “Your trust in me is flattering,” he said. “I like it.”

I smiled. “Good.”

He lay down next to me, finally releasing me from his grip. I wrapped my arm around his waist, snuggling against him.

“I wish I could spend more time with you breaking you in, but I have some very important matters to tend to,” he said. “I’ll have Tony take you to your old apartment so you can pick up whatever you need.” He stood up and grabbed a t-shirt out of one of the drawers. I watched him put it on with more than a little sadness. “Do me a favor,” he said. “And stay out of the house for the rest of the day. I’ll give you some money so you can do whatever you want, but stay out unless you’re in the den. The men obey me, but I’d rather they didn’t fuck you while I’m gone.” He tucked a gun in the back of his waistband before grabbing me and pulling me up. He kissed my lips and steered me toward the door. “Tony should be in his room. He’ll help you out.”

I nodded silently before walking into the hall. It wasn’t long before I felt strong arms wrap around my waist.

“Hey, baby,” Jason whispered in my ear. “Having fun being a little whore?” He squeezed my breast with one of his large hands.

A trickle of fear ran down my spine. “Liam told me to find Tony,” I stammered.

“He can wait a little. I ain’t really played with you yet, but you’re so fun to play with.” He pinched my nipple before pulling up my skimpy skirt.

I pulled away. “R—red,” I whispered. “Red!”

“Aw, come on.” He grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall. “I’m not hurting you. Just having a little fun.”

“No, please,” I pleaded. “I really need to find Tony.”

“I told you, he can wait,” Jason snarled.

“Jason,” Liam called. He looked at us, his eyes like ice. “What the fuck is going on?”

Jason quickly backed away. “Just saying hi,” he said, smirking.

“Find something else to do.”

After he was gone, Liam turned to me. “You okay?”

I nodded, but I was still shaking. “Is it okay... I mean I don’t know how this works exactly, but do you… would it be all right if Jason didn’t fuck me tonight?”

Liam nodded. “Okay.”

I sighed with relief and on impulse I hugged him. “Thank you so much,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I’ll take you to Tony myself. I’m sorry. I should have known you would have been delayed.”

I considered telling him Jason ignored the safe word, but I decided not to. For all I knew, I was using it wrong. It wasn’t like he was physically hurting me. Maybe that was the only time I could use it.