His wild eyes stare into mine as he lets go of the straps and flips us over, ripping my panties off. I gasp as he pulls out and teases me with short, shallow thrusts where only the tip penetrates me. Reaching up, I wrap my hand around his throat, squeezing hard enough to tell him he’s being a brat. I’m torn in two as he impales me. His arms wrap around me as he picks me up and carries me over to the glass wall, pushing my ass against it.
“Open the curtains.”
“Chase, are you sure?”
“You said they wanted to know why it’s me on the end of your leash? I’m gonna fucking show them exactly why it’s me. I’m gonna show every one of them just how devoted I am to you, and only you. I’m going to show them you’re mine.” His head lowers to my neck, sucking and biting while I’m still pinned against the glass. We listen to the sound of the curtains retracting, but he doesn’t look up at first, but when he does, it’s like a switch in his brain. He thrusts longer and harder until I’m worried the glass might break. And as I tighten around his cock, he stares out the window defiantly, daring them to watch as he lights my body on fire.
My beautiful beast transforms into a god, howling and grunting as slams into me. I scream his name until his hand wraps around my throat and our mouths collide. Raw, unfiltered passion passes between our lips, and I almost black out when my body lets go, soaking his legs.
His yell follows not long after, even though everything sounds miles and miles away through the snowstorm in my vision. When he’s done, he carries me to a table. He positions my body like a doll, draping me over the table so anyone watching can see my face. It’s almost too much when he laps at my cunt, bringing the stars back into my vision as he fucks his cum back into me with his tongue.
Four orgasms.
Apparently that’s the number I can take from Chase Cooper before I pass out.
When I wake up, he’s in the bed next to me with a tray full of food, water, and even tea. I turn my head to the side and see he’s also closed the blinds again to give us our privacy. He’s even wrapped me in a warm, soft robe while he lays there, covered only in scratches and bruises we’re both proud of. I’m glad he’s doing a voice acting gig next.
“Can I get you anything else, my love?” He asks in a hushed tone while massaging my legs. “Your bath should be ready soon. I’ll carry you there when you want.”
“I didn’t ask them?—”
“I did. You’re my queen, and you’ll be treated like one for the rest of our lives, Sunshine.” He kisses up and down my neck before he pours me tea. It’s not long before he’s inside of me again, but this time his movements are more languid, like I’m in a dream. This time I feel and hear everything as he whispers how much he loves me and vows his never ending devotion to me. He makes me feel like the queen he swears I am.
He holds my gaze as he fills me, staying inside me until he softens while I stroke his hair and promise him the moon and my unending love.
When we’re done, he carries me down a hall filled with people that gathered after our display. He unlocks a door with a key around his wrist, and I’m enveloped in the warm smell of cinnamon candles. Yellow rose petals decorate the floor and the steamy bath water and two bottles of champagne are on ice nearby.
“I didn’t even know they had this.”
“That’s because we’re the only ones with a key.”
“What?”
“Don’t be mad at me, but I kind of found out about the club before we left California. You left your laptop open. So I contacted them and, well, I kind of arranged for our own private bathroom.”
“Chase?” He nuzzles my neck, distracting me, already desperate to be inside of me again. His libido has grown to an insatiable level.
“Merry Christmas, my queen.”
“Chase! You are fucking kidding me, right? You have to stop this overboard crazy?—”
“Shhh, beautiful. As hot as it sounds to have you walking back to our hotel covered in…well…me—yeah, that’s not how I take care of my queen.”
“This was supposed to be an experiment! What if you didn’t like the club?!”
“Sunshine? Beautiful queen and—hopefully, after tonight—mother of my child? Why would we not come back here and make a few, you know…more?”
“Puppy, babies take timing and a little more than amazingly wonderful sex.”
“Yep. So, if you’re not, well, we keep coming back here until you are. Letting everyone watch me fill you night after night. And—” he stops, pursing his lips.
“And?”
“And, uhm, maybe while you’re, you know, preg—pregnant?” The way he stumbles over the word melts my heart. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better than my man, my Puppy, my king. “I mean, some of these people might enjoy a knocked up hottie fucking the living hell out of her man after she tied him up, wouldn’t they? Maybe with that new purple dildo you got?”
“You are ridiculous.”
“And you’re absolutely perfect. Marry me?”
