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“No, let me do this.”
“If you’re going to cook or be in my apartment at all, you need to be naked.”
Kingpin came to me and slipped off his leather vest. He hung it on the chair. I noticed he kept his leather pants on, but he completely undressed me right there in the kitchen. “Now, if you want to play house and cook for me, get to it.” He retreated into his apartment to a couch that looked like it came out of his casino. The place was basically an oversized open studio on steroids.
Quickly, in nothing but my birthday suit, I whipped up the dinner he’d planned for my mom, some simple shrimp scampi. One of my mom’s favorite dishes, I knew how to make it well. Honestly, all the sex we’d just had, I was starved. I knew Kingpin would want even more.
In Kingpin’s bedroom slash living room, I took him a plate but wouldn’t let him take it. I sat on his lap and fed him. He found it very amusing.
“I have women do lots for me, but I never have them feed me.”
“I want to do more than anyone has for you.”
“You already do, love.”
I found I wanted to do nothing but serve this man. Once he was full, as my reward, he took me into a whole other apartment. A baby grand piano graced the largest room. There the man played the piano like a virtuoso. I knew nothing of music except that he’d done a beautiful job. Brought tears to my eyes. I joined him on the bench and straddled his lap. There Kingpin kissed me all over.
“I could get used to this,” he purred
“What?”
“Having you here all the time. Cooking for me. You wanting to be my sex slave. My cum tart.”
We had sex on the piano bench. Then the floor. As Kingpin carried me to his bed, two women showed up. He sat me on the edge of his bed and I grabbed a sheet to cover myself.
“Excuse me,” he left and began having words with them.
The women left in a hurry.
“What was all that about?”
“Nothing. Believe it or not those women are my personal guards. They sleep here at night. Sometimes in this very bed.”
“Do you have sex with them?”
He nodded his head. “For the last twenty years they’ve warmed my bed when another woman isn’t present. Sometimes when I have another woman here. Memphis is who pierced your nipples.”
“You don’t mean they’ll be here tonight?”
“They’ll stay in the other apartment when you’re here. But I can’t promise they won’t ever want something from me. The girls have needs.”
“Are you saying that if I’m not around you’ll have sex with one of them?”
“Possibly.”
I moved away from him.
“Sky, I’m just being honest. I’m president of this here club and I can be with any woman I want. I’m not sure if I can give that up forever. Or for now. Right now, you’re the woman I want. I don’t want anything to do with my whores at the moment. If you want to be with me, you have to understand that I can’t promise to be with just one woman.”
“I don’t know,” I started.
“Doesn’t matter. I said your pussy is mine. You agreed. It’s a little late to complain. Now are you spending the night in my bed or not?”
Kingpin intrigued me. He was like no man I’d ever met. There was more to him than I knew. He personified so much pain but in a free and wild way. I wanted to stay around long enough to uncover his secrets. I decided I wanted him however I could have him. “I’m spending the night.”
I stayed the night, staying up all night. When I drove home and slept the day away, it was really like I was working nights. I saw Kingpin every night I “worked”. Most nights Kingpin had to be in the clubhouse. He was just as much of the experience at Royal Road as the slot machines. Folks came out just to gawk at this sexy as hell biker, hear his story and party with him and the rest of the Royal Bastards MC. When he wasn’t working or busy with the club, he spent most the night with me in his apartment. We slept some nights and some we didn’t. It depended on whether or not he was up all day.
Because I wasn’t making tips, Kingpin put me on the payroll, so it seemed like I was working. I could help mom with bills and groceries. And I never felt like a whore. Even though his whores slept in the big house and showed their faces sometimes, I didn’t get the feeling he was sleeping with other women. When I showed up at Royal Road, he was ready to show me a good time, either in the bar, the basement or at his place. Sometimes he’d want to go out around Nashville on his Harley, but we always ended up back at Royal Road.
