Page 23 of Prez's Property

Now, I was extremely confused. “I’m cleaning,” I told him in a sort of duh tone.

I squeaked in shock when he knelt and threw me over his shoulder, striding for the stairs. “Elijah!” I yelled. “Put me down! What in the hell did I do?!”

He smacked my ass, and I squeaked in shock, biting my lip to also hold back my moan. I didn’t get an answer from him. Instead, when we stepped inside our room, he set me on my feet and kicked the door shut before turning his dark gaze on me.

“Strip. On your knees.”

Obediently, I did as he ordered, my pussy now soaked. I was already wet from him throwing me over his shoulder and smacking my ass, but when he went into this dom mode he had, I was more than ready for him to pummel the fuck out of my cunt.

As soon as I was naked, I dropped down to my knees for him. He stripped out of his own clothes before gripping his massive cock, stroking it a few times as he stared down at me, running his eyes over my tits. They were heaving up and down as I breathed, my body more than ready for whatever he was about to do to me.

Finally, he gripped my hair, tilting my head back some. “Open.”

I parted my lips, and he slid his thick shaft into my mouth. I moaned and reached up, gripping the end of his cock, swallowing him down as much as I could. Then, I proceeded to give him one of the best blow jobs of his life, my mouth making slurping noises as I bobbed my head back and forth, moaning when he tightened his hand in my hair.

“God, I fucking love your mouth,” he rasped, his dark, glittering gaze on mine.

I massaged his balls in response, rubbing my thighs together as I worked on getting him off. He moaned, his eyes momentarily shutting before he snapped them back open. “I’m going to cum down your throat, doll. Swallow it like the greedy little bitch you are.”

Hot spurts of his seed spilled down my throat. I greedily drank him down, not letting a single drop slip from my lips. He pulled out afterward and dragged me up to my feet, his mouth covering mine, not even giving a shit that his cock had just been stuffed in my mouth.

“Your mouth is a gift from God,” he swore.

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Elijah let me go and walked around me. I turned, following him with my eyes. “You don’t clean anymore,” he told me.

I frowned. “That’s what I’ve always done, Elijah. I don’t expect special treatment since you laid a claim on me.”

He sighed in annoyance, turning to face me again. We were both still naked, but naked or not, the man still oozed power and dominance. “Not special treatment, doll. As my old lady, your duties change. You keep the club women in line. You make sure that they’re doing what they’re supposed to do to keep my men taken care of.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. His eyes dropped to my tits for a moment before they settled back on my face, our gazes clashing. “Your wife sure as fuck didn’t do that.”

He grunted. “My ex-wife,” he said, stressing the ex part, “was a selfish bitch who didn’t know the first goddamn thing about being an old lady. The only part she seemed to retain from everything her mother taught her was opening her legs when she was told to.”

I gritted my teeth at the thought of them fucking. “She never wanted to do what she was supposed to do. So, for years, it’s been me keeping all the club women in line.”

“And now you expect me to do that?” I demanded. “That’s going to cause a shit storm, Elijah.”

He gritted his teeth before forcing his jaw to relax. “Any of those women give you shit, you come to me, you hear me? As my old lady, they have to give you the same fucking respect they give me.”

With that, he turned into the closet, signaling that the conversation was over. With a huff of agitation, I leaned down to grab my clothes. I was setting them on the bed when Elijah emerged from the closet holding a leather cut in his hand.

“Does your normal cut need to be washed?” I asked him, frowning at myself. I was already neglecting my duties as his old lady. Damn, I fucking apparently sucked at this shit.

He laughed and strode towards me, shaking his head. “This is yours,” he said, turning it around and holding it up for me to see the back.

Tears burned in my eyes. It had the club emblem in the center like all the men wore, but above the emblem, it read Prez’s Property, and on the bottom, it read Saints & Sinners MC.

“Elijah,” I croaked, any other words completely lost to me.

“Whitney never got one of these,” he told me. “I never wanted her to wear it.” He put it on me, holding it so I could thread my arms through the holes. “But you?” He gripped my chin, his other hand gripping the back of my neck. “I want the entire goddamn world to know who the fuck you belong to.”

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He pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me so deeply, so hungrily, that I got drunk off of him. My mind completely blanked as I reached up to twine my arms around his neck, leaning up on my tiptoes to press my body against his.

He backed me up until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, and then, he settled me down on it, his body coming down on top of mine.

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