Daisy

Daisy

I held the trinket box Leon gave me for our anniversary. As I stared at it, my fingers brushing over the outer casing, I found it hard to believe we were married. That over the years we and the club have been through so much. There have been many changes within the club. People have moved on; new faces have joined us. As a club, our bond grows stronger each passing day. It has not been an easy ride as old scores were settled, and peace found amongst the club members.
But here I am, celebrating another anniversary with the man who stole not only my house but my heart. My smile deepened, then I giggled as I recalled the day we entered Demon’s Lair and told everyone our news.

“Are you ready?” Leon asked.
I looked up at my man. His eyes sparkled, and although I still found it hard to believe we had done it, his love gave me confidence as I said, “Yes.”
Leon pushed the door open, and we walked into Demon’s Lair’s private domain. No one took any notice of us as we walked over to the bar. When we paused by the bar, Leon’s grip tightened on my waist as my gaze instinctively skimmed the room until I locked eyes with Day. Day and I were not friends. I doubt we ever will be. Since Leon and I officially became a couple, I have asked the biker several times why he hated my father. To this day, he refuses to give me a straight answer.
Thinking of Pa, reminded me, Hank, Noir Valley’s sheriff, had still not found him, and I continue to worry about him and where he is. Until his body is found, I will never give up on my father and will continue to believe he is alive. That he is living well, somewhere outside Noir Valley, hiding from Damian ‘Day’ Lafayette.
Al’s trial was coming up soon, and Hank warned me, that although he may be found guilty, it was most unlikely he would be sentenced. That piece of news did not bother me for the simple reason no charges were pressed against Leon or Leif. I often asked myself why had he attacked me, attempted to rape me? Because it was neither love nor infatuation like he claimed.
The residents of Noir Valley are aware of what he did. There were rumors that after his trial, he planned to leave our small town. I felt no remorse that he was leaving. Sometimes, I felt sorry for Lief, as he lost his best friend. Then I remind myself, Al was never a friend, and Lief lost nothing but learnt the truth to who Al really is.
When Leon jumped onto the bar, I hid my mouth behind my fingers to stifle my laughter. Simply, and quickly with a wave of his hand, he brought the saloon to silence and all eyes turned to us. When Day strolled over, and stood next to me, I turned to him. However, his gaze was on the crazy man on the bar counter. The crooked little smile flickering over his lips left my stomach churning.
“Okay everyone, let me introduce you to Mrs. Daisy Firebird Leon Davaro Smyth.” He glanced at me and his smile deepened. “Can you believe this stunning woman agreed to marry me.”
“That’s a mighty long name Mrs. Smyth.” Day said, pulling me into his arms as his lips swooped down on mine. It was with foreboding reluctance I accepted the congratulatory kiss. In contrast to the warmth of his mouth, as he raised his eyes, all I saw was coldness, and a shiver passed over me. However, I refused to allow Day’s attitude to spoil my day.
Herbie and Leif, are aware Leon and I had married. I sent a text to Leif, who left Noir Valley, and was hiking his way to California. Herbie moved in with his girlfriend, stating it was time he had his own independence. As for Poppy, she moved in with Bastian’s sister, Sugar Jay.
“Congratulations,” Day said. As he stepped back, the idea I kept burying about Day being behind Poppy’s move and not Leon, finally rose and broke free. I have noticed the way his eyes linger on her. The way his lips compress as he watches her. Luckily, Poppy rarely visits Demon’s Lair as she was busy concentrating on her studies.
“I’ll take Firebird off your hands, Day.”
At the unfamiliar voice, I turned and found myself staring at the bald-headed biker I had not seen since my second visit to Demon’s Lair. His eyes were as cold as Day’s, and I stepped back, about to refuse his offer as he pulled me into his arms, leading us to the dance floor.
“I don’t think we’ve met,” I said.
“I’m Kit, Day’s once brother-in-law.”
“I didn’t know Day had been married.”
“He never has,” the biker said.
Before I could question him further, Leon stepped into view and slipped his arm around my waist. “Go find your own woman, Kit,” he said.
Relieved to be in Leon’s arms, I stepped forward and hugged his chest. “Is Kit a River Demon?” I asked.
I was now a member of a close-knit group, and still knew little about them. Leon’s lips brushed over my hair as he pulled away to look down at me. “Yeah. You got a thing for him?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No. It’s just that I’ve only ever seen him once before.”
“Kit’s a loner. He prefers to be on the road - Now come on, let’s go celebrate this wedding properly,” he said, leading me to the saloon’s door.
Although it was early afternoon, Leon rushed me to our cabin. After my siblings left home, I found the house too large and eagerly handed the tenancy agreement back to Day when Leon suggested we live on the riverboat until we found a place both of us was happy with.
When we entered the cabin, Leon switched on an old CD player, and music filled the room. As I stared at the rose petal covered bed, Leon stripped off his cutt and tee-shirt, and his flesh called out for my touch. The pulse in my throat picked up its beat while the pulse in my pussy throbbed heavily. I was still standing at the door by the time Leon was naked. My gaze automatically drifted down to his cock, which stood proud as it bounced.
“Lie on the bed,” Leon said, grinning as he stepped closer.
Determined to do this my way, I held my hand out. “No, Leon. You lie on the bed.”
Obsidian eyes sparkled as he spread himself over the bed. The rose petals bounced gently around his body and the pulse in my pussy throbbed again. From the bedside cabinet I pulled out several of Leon’s bandannas. My man loves kink, and I was happy to play with him. “Hold on to the bedposts, Lover boy.”
“Firebird what are you playing at?”
“My wedding present. Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
His smile weakened my legs, and my knees wobbled. I was tempted to throw the scarves to the floor and pounce on his body. But I have thought about this moment since we said, “I do.”, and instead, I straddled his hips. The heat of his body warmed the flesh of my thighs as I rubbed my short denim covered pussy over his junk. Leon groaned at the friction.
He gripped onto the bedposts as I tied his wrists and ankles. As much as I yearned to kiss the inviting flesh of his body, I leant back and studied him. My sacrificial husband.
“Are you going to undress?” he asked.
As I freed my hair from its braid, shaking my head, I leant over and kissed my husband’s forehead. His flesh smooth and warm against my lips. Starting at his forehead, I trailed small kisses down his cheek to his ear. Nipping on the fleshy lobe. Leon twisted his head in an attempt to catch my lips.
To avoid contact, I giggled, then licked his flesh until I reached his neck. Gently sucking on the flesh, puckering it as I tugged it into my mouth. My fingers trailed down Leon’s naked sides. The shiver beneath my touch matched the one traveling through my body. As I moved lower, I scattered more small butterfly kisses over his upper chest. When he thrusted his hips, I grabbed his arms to stop myself from falling. “Leon. Don’t be naughty.”
“Then stop playing and kiss me.”
With a giggle, I switched my attention to his arms. Licking the flesh as my lips wandered down to his hands. When I reached his palm, I laid my cheek against it, tickling the center with my tongue. I love touching Leon. Shit, I could spend all day just touching him.
Leon’s body shuddered beneath my touch, and I trailed more small kisses up his other arm, returning to his fingers. Then teased the flesh down his arm again. Leon hates it when I play with his body like this. Touching, biting, licking every part of him until he demanded his release. Even then, I make him beg for more. My hands skimmed over his stomach, and my smile deepened when the muscles constricted. The quiver which flushed through his body dampened my denims.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” I said.
Leon dropped his head against the pillow as he moaned. His frustrated growl brought my lips lower to his hips, where I suckled the firm flesh. As his hips thrusted up, I crawled further down. With regret, and although his pre-cum drew my attention, I refused to give in to temptation and moved around Leon’s pulsing cock to concentrate on his legs, worshiping them as I licked and kissed the flesh.
Leon’s flesh burnt against my touch. Making me groan in my own frustration as the heat in my pussy built. My breasts ached, begging for his touch. Although I still wore my tee-shirt, but because I wore no bra, my need for Leon was clear for him to see as my nipples pushed proudly against the stretched cloth.
“Firebird.”
With a final nip to his ankle, I latched onto Leon’s hard, protruding nipple. Taking the hard nub into my mouth to bite, suck and twist it. My tongue lathered the salty flesh. When Leon bucked against me, I took hold of his cock, raising my eyes to watch his dilated obsidian gaze as I rubbed the head against my pussy. The friction of the material of my shorts against Leon’s tender head cause his back to arch as a wild moan emitted from the biker, and I smiled against his chest as I switched to play with his other nipple.
“Shit, Firebird. Take me inside you so that I can come.”
“Do you want to come in my mouth or my pussy, Leon?”
“Both.”
With a giggle, I pulled back and studied his cock. “As big as it is, Leon. I doubt you could.”
“Firebird, when I’m free, I’m going to spank your ass until you’re unable to sit for a week.”
“No, you won’t, Leon. You’ll be too busy thanking me.”
Shuffling down his body, I brought my mouth level with his cock. Tentatively, I licked the pre-cum. Savoring the salty taste. “Leon.”
“Firebird. Now’s not the time to talk.”
“I want you to come in my pussy.”
With that, I pushed my mouth over the large, angry head, savoring the sweaty flesh of his cock as I sucked him. Leon groaned as his thighs tensed. His hiss warmed my body as I took him further into my mouth. With each thrust Leon delivered, I relaxed my muscles, taking him in further.
“Now, Firebird. It has to be now. Otherwise, I’m going to come down your throat.”
I was wet. My body was hot, damp, and Leon was begging me for my body. With a gentle scrape of my teeth, I released his pulsing shaft from my mouth and divested myself of my shorts. When I aligned my pussy with his cock, Leon impaled me in one deep thrust. Then I held my body as I grew accustomed to his cock inside me. As wet as I was, Leon is a large man. The friction of his first touch as he entered me nearly sent me over.
As soon as I had my body under control, I moved. Pushing against his stomach with my hands as I thrusted against him. The force of Leon’s plunges left me gasping for air. The deeper he went, the shallower my breathing became. My muscles tensed as my nerves frayed. “Now, Leon.”
My orgasm flooded through my body, lasting for several beats. At that precise moment as I lay sprawled over Leon’s body, I believed my heart was never going to slow down.
“Undo my wrists, Babe.”
With fumbling fingers, I managed to free Leon from his confines. Spent, I lay across his body, only to be rudely rolled onto my back as Leon bent forward to free his ankles. “Payback's a bitch, Firebird. Place your hands against the wall.”
Leon rarely binds me; he prefers it when I have to control my movements myself. When I have to hold myself still and not touch him. When his lips landed on my pussy, I groaned, but never moved.

I smiled as I hugged my anniversary gift. Leon made me happy and continues to do so. But most significantly, the club has come a long way since the day I met Leon. At times, the journey was fun, sometimes it was damn right scary. To discover more about the River Demons and their journey, you’ll need to read, Bastion’s, Alex, Oyster’s, TJ’s, Kit’s, and Day’s stories.