Warning: dom/sub relationship, sub!Juice, builds up to smut but no smut.

Description: Juice gets a little too mouthy with his dominant girlfriend.

I raised my eyebrow at my boyfriend as I took a sip of my drink. He smirked back and I rolled my eyes. If he wanted to play this game I would. I shifted slightly in my seat as one of the croweaters tried to make small talk with me.

I nodded and occasionally said just enough that she would keep talking while I plotted revenge on my boyfriend. His faux-hawk and skull tattoos made him stand out in the sea of leather clad bikers. He was in for it, treating me like he did yesterday.

"Baby," he said. I looked up at him, eyeing his bare chest. He'd been boxing with Half-Sack to help him prepare for some impending fight.

"Juice," I said, trying to act like I didn't want to jump his bones right then and there.

"Can I get a kiss if I win?" He asked as he held his hands out so I could check the taping before he went another round.

I leaned into his chest before kissing his neck and whispering, "you can worship every inch of my body if you win."

Sure, he got off on being dominated and I was more than happy to indulge.

"Mm damn baby," he said, his hands wrapping around me and landing on my ass.

"Watch it," I said. I hate PDA especially because it makes the club think I'm somehow Juice's property or under his control.

"Or what?"

"I think you know," I said.

He pulled me closer to his chest. "So make me behave."

So he was going to be mouthy.

His attitude and back talk hadn't quit since yesterday when he was in the ring. I'd told him to quit but he didn't want to listen.

"Excuse me," I said and the croweater barely even noticed as I stood up to walk to my boyfriend.

As I walked some guy tried to intercept me. I froze and glared at him, his hand resting on my arm.

"Hands off," I said.

"Come on baby, I can show you a good time," he said. I shoved him away from me and walked over to Juice.

"Look at you," Juice said, pulling me into a kiss the second I reached him.

I pulled back with a smirk on my lips.

"Babe," he said. He was gonna try to act all tough guy around his brothers.

"Go back to your conversation, I'll wait," I said, softening my voice. Juice just stared at me in shock as Tig and Happy tried to pull him back into their conversation. I interlaced my hand over Juice's as I looked around the packed clubhouse.

Tig eyed us up before he smirked and walked over to me.

"I'll bring her back in just a second," he said, leading me away from Juice.

"He really a sub?" Tig asked lowly.

"I'm not telling you," I said. "Because I'm not sharing my sex life with you."

"Fine I'll just go ask him," Tig said. I led him back to Juice and Happy who had moved to the couch and I took a seat on Juice's lap.

"So Juicey," Tig said. "When were you gonna tell us you're sub?"

"What?" He asked.

"I kept my mouth shut," I said, my hands raised in innocent defense. Juice pushed me off his lap gently before leading me away from his brothers that had pissed him off.

"How'd he figure it out?" Juice asked lowly.

"Kinkiest bastard in the place," I said, looking over at Tig who was still eyeing us up. I leaned in close to Juices ear and kissed his neck.

"I'm giving you permission to push me up against that wall and kiss me like you fucking mean it," I said. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a heated kiss, pushing my back up against the wall of the clubhouse a little.

"You aren't very convincing," Tig said as he walked by.

"Let's get outta here," Juice said. "I got an old lady to fuck."

Damn, he was in deep shit for this. I hate being referred to as his old lady and I really hate the fact that he thinks he's going to get to fuck me.

He threw me over his shoulder and carried me out to his bike before driving us home. I was fine with that because at least at home we could fully indulge our dynamic.

"You are in so much fucking trouble," I said. He swallowed harshly and looked up at me. He was still seated on his bike. I spun and walked into the house, Juice right on my heel.

"I'm so-." I cut him off with a finger to his lips.

"Go," I said, pointing to the bedroom. "Wait for me."

He nodded and walked off. I took a deep breath before going to the kitchen and pouring myself a shot of whiskey. I slammed it back and stared at my reflection in the darkened window pane.

Tonight was going to be great.