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I don't know what came over me. With his dick in my mouth, I took him deep, licking and sucking, feeling his nut sack swing as he became lost in the passion of my loving kisses on his dick.
"Suck it, baby. Ooh." He says as I stroke him with my lips. It's getting good when he kicks his pants off, holding me in place where I have him in the sweet spot of his pleasure.
"Mmmm, Mmmm." I moan at the taste of the first spurts of hot cum down my throat.
I suck him till there's nothing left to suck. I'm in a state of love, knowing still that I am in the danger zone.
"Come here, girl. Shit!" He says with awe in his eyes, pulling me up to my feet. Looking at me like there will be no question who you belong to.
Kissing and loving on each other, we get clean as life unfolds before us.
"You hungry? There's breakfast upstairs."
My stomach groaned before I spoke.
"Breakfast sounds perfect."
I put on my freshly laundered clothes and followed him upstairs to voices.
"Mama, this is Tia."
The woman stopped in her tracks with the biggest grin.
"Tia! I've heard so much about you and finally get to meet you. My name is Mama Bird. Come eat, baby." She says, showing me to the table.
Even in her household attire, his mom was stunningly beautiful. She wore a short little robe barely covering her buxom body. Her hair pinned up for curls later and fancy slippers with heels. I did notice her tattoo under her left ear. The same one that Franco, his dad, and his brothers have on their right wrist. The pyramid symbol half shaded.
At the table was his Dad and one of his older brothers.
"You remember my dad, the Chief." Franco gestures towards his father.
"This is my brother JB."
"Good Morning, everyone," I say, taking my seat at the table.
Franco's dad and brother are cordial enough, continuing to eat. His mom is fluttering around the kitchen and serving her husband with a kiss as he smacks her shapely ass in passing under her short robe.
Monae was right. He comes from beautiful people, I thought as Mama Bird gracefully served us plates of food.
"Thank you," I said to her over the lively chatter at the breakfast table.
"I heard you can ride, and you have some skills." The Chief says to me.
"Yeah, I can ride, but it's been a long time," I admitted.
"You going to prospect for Franco?" He asked next, staring into my soul to a silencing table.
"Yes, I am," I say, lovingly caressing Franco's side, seeing him beam with pride.
"Can I do it now?" I asked as the whole table broke out in laughter.
"She's gonna fit right it." JB hyped up to Franco.
I took to his family like they were my own.
In the first few weeks together we were riding every day. It was only a matter of time before he'd picked me up from work with twenty bikes, revving engines, and clogging up the parking lot before my job gave me an ultimatum and then eventually let me go.
Six months later, I moved in with him in his parent's home. It has been a dream. We've been fucking every day, and it was clear that I was Franco's bitch. The thing that stood out the most was his family's power dynamics. They saw me as a good fit for Franco.
Since we have been together I have really improved his life and him to mine. His mama and aunties adore me. His father and brothers see that I'm a good woman to him and want me to prospect for him soon, especially since we live together now. There have even been questions of marriage to us, considering I'm the first woman Franco has ever been serious with.
The real challenge was with the club bros and a few select hoes who seemed to constantly be testing me to prove that I don't belong. You can see the rise of jealousy, especially when we ride, and I can't help but to stunt on them because I know I can.
Some of the girls still flirt openly with Franco. He always seems to shut it down with those girls, but his ex, Yvette, constantly tests me. She's still friends with a lot of the club members, so she's always at the events and hangs out with the guys' inner circle.
Biker families are all about earned respect. You may be liked or hated, but time, actions, and character determine your respect credentials.
At some point, I'm either going to have to critically fight her, embarrass her, and put her in her place, or have this man's baby. The last one is not always a guarantee. Everyone around here knows the rules, and the rules always favor the men and their choices.
Even if I do all of these things and he still entertains her, even as his bitch, I would have all the material benefits and the loyalty of his family, but I would still have a badge of shame and humiliation that another woman has access to my man. It happens quite frequently and is accepted in our world.
I decided early on that I would keep it classy, no matter what Franco did regarding this woman, until that one night when I reached my breaking point.
We were all planning to go to the monthly Red and Black Ball for club members. Every month, I get asked not just by Franco but also by his family and a few of his close friends ahead of the party if I'm going to prospect this time. For close to a year now, I love my man, but I always decline.
I don't say no because I don't want to, but I've learned what the second pledge includes for bitches to prospect for their man to officially become their "property." If the first one wasn't humiliating enough, the second changes you.
The second pledge is a naked walk to your man through the crowd of groping, wild hands of the men and women. It's open to whoever wants to participate. They're fondling titties, fingering pussy, pinching ass, slapping ass and titties as hard as they like as she proceeds to fulfill her purpose. Anything goes on this walk to strip yourself of your power and identity to become this man's bitch...
He sits on a big throne like chair, and the woman can approach him and address him however she likes before her 69 strikes. She can sit on his lap, they can kiss before the final two tests. It can be very sweet and endearing or a scene from the pits of hell.
He can command her to position herself in a degrading way, spit on her, step on her face, or make her fuck his biker boot while she gets her ass beaten. It's whatever, and it's always a spectacle.
Since Franco and I have been together, I've seen a lot of the first kind of prospecting, some accepted, some rejected. This is more of an announcement. With an approving wave of the bandana, the second is the one that makes it official.
The one that made me shudder in fear because of how brutal it was. It garnered a deep respect for these women who would endure torture and shame for love and belonging. An act of acceptance that carries a lot of weight in our group.
The women must subject themselves to getting their tattoo, then 69 strikes from the Chief or other high ranking member on their ass. Sixty nine for the year Franco's grandfather founded their club.
It was another great night at the black and red ball. I was having a drink with Mama Bird and Franco's aunties in their private VIP room when the music stopped, and the crowd was going crazy. It seemed louder than normal, but everyone was curious, clamoring around to see who was prospecting.
It's usually known when a couple is going to prospect, but not uncommon for a hidden love to be revealed in this way.
"Tia, get down there now!" Mama Bird shuffled me to the door of the loft room.
Yvette was crawling her stringy ass in the direction of Franco. When he realized what was happening as the crowd separated to let her pass, the look on his face was laughing, but he was covering his eyes and shaking his head, knowing it was a stunt.
I don't know what came over me when she got close enough, staring into his eyes for him to make a choice, I snatched the bandana out of her mouth and spit in her face. Causing a roar in the crowd and a spectacle as the enraged Yvette tried to leap at me before security swooped her up as she flailed her naked body, cussing and kicking to get free, getting escorted out of the party.
It was the only thing people could talk about for days after the event. We laughed about it on the ride home, but I knew I was going to have to prospect for him sooner than later to avoid constant challenges from these club girls with nothing to lose but everything to gain by humiliating me or believing they still had a shot at Franco with his main bitch unprospected.
In a month's time, the day had come when I would begin my pledge to Franco, his family, and our club. The people in our inner circle knew it was going to happen tonight. Even his two older brothers and their wives, both of which have double pledged, marked with tattoos showed up tonight.
As many times as I've seen other girls do it by now, I still felt nervous. The thought of being naked and crawling for love, pride, and position in front of his friends and family. Finding that it's turning me on as much as it scared me in a cultish way.
We both wore all black, me in my black body suit, black ankle boots, red heart rhinestone earrings, and him in a crisp all-red ball cap. We ride on his dad's matte black, low profile, Harley Fat Boy. He made sure I hardly left his side on this night, where every look, his every touch and his presence got the deepest answer in my eyes and my smile.
With each passing hour, I had no idea when it was going to be go time. I felt more nervous and maybe a little fragile. When I saw the Chief come out of his office and set the wooden box with the flag down on the side table, sensing that any minute, I'd be exposing my heart, pledging unconditional loyalty to this man, and accepting the ways and culture of the club and his family.
When Franco's auntie Elyse came to the table with a look like its time. Franco looked confident when he kissed my hand before allowing me to pass to go with her. The ladies' room in the front has a dressing room where the girls prepare before they go to crawl.
"Knock, knock," Elyse announced, bringing me a drink with the red and black bandana in her other hand. I'm naked, releasing any modesty ahead of what awaits me.
"He's waiting for you. Are you ready?"
"I'm ready. Ready as I'm going to be." I take a deep breath and a big swig of my drink. Elyse puts the flag in my mouth, opens the door to the dressing room, and leads me out into the open space of the bar and the room. She signals to me to go down on all fours just as the music stops.
The whole room erupts into cheers and applause. Even with every inch of my body open for public consumption, it felt exhilarating to feel the love and excitement for a much anticipated confirmation that it's me and him.
