Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
RHYLEE
My heart slams in my chest as I stare up at the club. Normally, it’s not imposing—just a brick-and-mortar place to act out my most deviant fantasies. Tonight should be just like every other night I’ve played here with Master Jason. And yet, deep in my gut, I know everything is different.
No matter how much of himself he gave me, there was always a piece he seemed to hold back. I couldn’t put my finger on it exactly. And it wasn’t as if he left me anything other than completely satisfied. There was just a hesitancy. More than likely, he was fighting against claiming me.
But that’s a moot point now. I’m his wife. And he made it very clear I’m not leaving this club without his claiming mark on my body. Slick gathers at my thighs at the thought of his teeth plunging into my skin as cum shoots deep inside me. Honestly, it would have made the vampire costumes even more fitting.
Master Jason studies me, his eyes noting every hitch of breath, every physical reaction as it plays over my body. He never needed a bond to read me, to know me. How much more potent will our joining be once he’s inside my head for good?
“Penny for your thoughts, love.” His voice breaks through the fog, through the anticipation that threatens to cloud my mind.
“How many pennies you got?” I tease, looking down into the middle console where all loose change goes to die.
“Would you rather I just take you home and enjoy our wedding night with just the two of us?” He watches me, waiting for my response.
I don’t dare lie to him. He’d know in an instant. “I’m not sure. Honestly, I feel that it would take away the opportunity for our friends to join in our celebration. They’ve been here since the beginning, and it seems only fair they have a part in this.”
He smiles at me, a large grin that bares his teeth. “Excellent. Now, for negotiations. Once we enter those doors, it will be just like every other night. I order, and you obey. Help, no, stop, and please don’t are not safewords. I will not listen to them. Besides,” he pauses to slide a finger down my cheek. “You don’t enjoy telling me no. What's your safeword?”
“Meatloaf.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I sure as hell won’t do that.”
“Good girl. Any concerns or objections before we go in? Because once we’re inside, all negotiations come to a halt.”
I think through all the types of play we’ve done before. Yes, he’s pushed just about every limit I had, but he never did it in a way that made me feel unsafe. If I trusted him then, there’s no reason not to trust him now.
“I’m good, Master.”
“Then let’s go.”
He exits the car and comes over to my side, opening my door like the gentleman he is. It’s one thing that drives me wild about him. On the outside, he’s this calm, serene, gentlemanly Alpha. Anyone seeing him would think he was just the nicest, most upstanding man.
But I know the difference. Underneath that veneer of civility he shows the world is a ferocious beast who cannot wait to destroy me, to defile me, to own me heart and soul. Stifling a whimper, I take Master Jason’s hand, noting the knowing smirk crossing his lips.
He knows exactly what it does to me, and God help me, but it makes his gigantic ego even bigger. But then… I wouldn’t have it any other way. His ego is one of the things that first sparked my interest. It’s not a secret that I get a hard on for men who know exactly what they’re doing and are able to execute tasks with a precision that’s breathtaking.
It’s probably why he’s a head chef. It’s hard to imagine anyone else being able to control the staff and put out pristine dishes—works of art—like he can. Even now, I study his hands, noting the strength in those thick fingers.
They can reduce me to a pile of goo with little effort at all. Those same fingers rise, brushing against my face with a tenderness that makes me ache. With a sigh, I lean in, soaking in his warmth.
Standing, I pause, feeling his cum sliding down my inner thigh. It doesn’t help that I’m still a wet, quivering mess. My slick aids his essence, making everything sticky.
With each flutter of the soft breeze that passes by, the scent of our combined arousal reaches my nose. I should be mortified, but I’m not. In fact, it only makes me moan as intense need clenches my insides.
Master Jason looks down at me, his eyes glinting with dark intent. “No matter what happens tonight, you are mine. I love you with a fierceness unlike any you’ve ever seen or known from me. Now that you’re my wife, I can finally show you that side of me. I can release both my affection and lust on you without inhibition.”
He takes my hand in his and leads me toward the club. After tonight, my life will be changed forever. I will be irrevocably tied to him. No longer will I be Rhylee Peterson. I will be Rhylee Anderson in both name and body.
Pounding music pours from the building as we approach, setting an erotic hum thrumming through my body. I allow the beat to seep into me, transforming me from a simple sous chef to an exotic woman about to be defiled by her husband.
Master Jason has been closed-lipped about what he planned for tonight, but I know I’ll enjoy it, no matter what it is. As we enter, I blink up at the blacklight fixtures humming above us, turning everything into a dull blueish purple. Other colors pop, making some of the costumes look especially heinous.
A pair of ghosts, their faces covered, come toward us with open arms. Michelle and Aaron, the club owners, look us up and down, Aaron's brows furrowing.
“Is it safe to dress up like that? I mean, I know it’s Halloween, but I wouldn’t really go antagonizing the Governing Body like that.” He pauses, glancing up into the high rafters. “I haven’t found any recording devices, but you never know with them.”
“This isn’t a costume,” Master Jason chuckles, holding up my hand to show them the ring. “We were chosen for each other by the Governing Body.”
“What?” Michelle shrieks, engulfing me in a huge hug. “That’s the best news ever! I thought I was lucky when they paired me with Daddy, but we didn’t even know each other. He just somehow completed me. Oh, but this is just perfect!”
“I agree,” I smile, gazing up at Master Jason.
“Are you still wanting to go through with your scene tonight?” Aaron asks.
“Yes, but with a caveat. I’ll announce it before we begin.”
“Very well. The club is yours.”
Around us, other club members gather, their curious stares making my cheeks warm. Is everyone but me aware of what’s supposed to happen tonight? They pull up chairs around the massage table, their eyes flashing with arousal.
Normally, when Master Jason and I play, there are always a few people watching. They want to see just how hard he can strike before I cry out. I never give them the satisfaction, though. I hold on, gritting my teeth, defying my master with my body.
It’s a game we both love and crave. For me, I need to be broken apart, to reach the point where I can’t hold on any longer and must drift off into subspace. For Master Jason, he craves the violence he’s able to unleash upon me.
This time, however, it’s not just a person here or there. It’s everyone. Their scary masks beam up at me, setting my nerves on edge. It’s not as bad when I can see everyone and know just who it is that’s watching me, but most of these people give away nothing.
They could be strangers, for all I know. Glancing up at Master Jason, I note his smirk. He planned it like this. He had to. Just one more bite of fear to make my submission all the more poignant.
Leading me over to the table, he places his hand on my shoulders. “Tonight, I was going to bring before you a Samhain sacrifice to feast upon, to mark with your fertile seed.” I tense, understanding dawning on me.
Oh fuck. He’s planning a bukkake scene. I just know it. It’s one of those things I’ve toyed with, not sure if I can handle it or not. But now that I’m faced with the possibility, my mind and body are at war.
Slick gathers at the idea of people, practically strangers with their masks on, using my body to reach release. The humiliation, the degradation, and the ramifications burn through my head, leaving me a quivering, needy omega. But the other side, the slightly rational part, doesn’t want to be shared in that way. Not with being a new wife and all.
“However,” he continues, his gravelly voice doing bad things to my insides. “Things have changed. The Governing Body has deemed my little pain slut Rhylee is to be my wife. As such, no one will dare put one bit of their essence on her. I find that I’m a jealous husband and would very much like to remain friends with you all after this is over.”
I heave a sigh of relief and sink back into his warm grasp. “You can, however,” he interrupts my thoughts, “enjoy the show and the fruits of our labor. Omega, the shower. Tonight, you will be my prep station and my table, serving our guests with your body. But first, I must make sure you’re clean.”
My fingers tremble as he leads me over to the alcove off to the side. Just because it’s a small shower space doesn’t mean it will afford me the ability to hide. Everyone will see just what he does to me.
Heat floods my system as he grips the metal tab of the zipper with his teeth and pulls down. Next, his hands slide under the fabric so he can peel it from me, leaving it in a puddle at my feet. The masked faces lean in, their eyes devouring every inch of naked flesh.
They can look but not touch, I repeat in my head to calm my erratic breathing. Master Jason won’t let them harm you. Not that he’s let anyone harm me before, but the jealous feelings that poured off of him earlier remind me he’s in charge and no one will do anything without his expressed permission.
He leaves me standing there in my lacy bra and panties while he starts up the shower behind us. Soft snickers remind me of the cum that stains the gusset of my panties and glistens on my inner thighs. Everyone can see it, smell it. They know he’s fucked me before bringing me here.
My mind fuzzes around the edges as the pounding music, some oddly erotic remix of The Monster Mash, pulses throughout the space. I truly feel like some sacrifice, given up to these monstrous Alphas, betas, and omegas.
Somehow, I’m very much aware of my master removing his clothes behind me. I can’t see him, but I feel his movements—the scrape of his knuckles against my back as he removes his shirt, the graze of his cock along my lower back as it springs free from his underwear. His lips brush against my shoulder as he leans forward, dropping the clothes on the floor next to mine.
His fingers slide under the straps of my bra, running back and forth before slipping them to the side. Shivering, I force myself to watch the blur of faces in front of me, but it’s difficult. Everything feels too much and not enough all at once.
With a deftness that comes with practice, he unhooks my bra and drops it onto the growing pile. All that’s left are my panties. My breath catches in my throat as he sinks to his knees behind me, dragging his lips across the swell of my ass.
“God, you’re perfection,” he groans against my pebbled skin. “I’m going to show everyone this perfect pussy now.” Grabbing the band of my panties, he inches them down, showing everyone just how much cum still clings to my lower lips.
It’s so humiliating having everyone scent the air, their arousal drifting up to mingle with my own. My mind shifts, protecting me by sending me to that spot where I no longer care what happens or who sees.
“Step out.” Master Jason’s voice is warped, as if he’s speaking underwater. “You’re so fucking wet. I can see your slick trickling down your inner thighs. You like having these monsters watch you, don’t you?”
“Y- yes, Master,” I gasp, screwing my eyes shut.
Once my feet are clear from the wet fabric, he turns me around to face him. “Bend over. I want everyone to see my cum dripping from that sopping cunt of yours.”
Embarrassment sizzles through my veins, turning my cheeks molten. But I obey him. I will always obey him. As soon as I’m turned around, he bends me over. “Now spread your legs. Let them get a good look. That’s right,” he calls out behind me. “Come look at your sacrifice. I’ve already bred her before coming here tonight. Watch how her pussy spasms as I touch her.”
His rough fingers rub my clit, making everything clench inside. More of his cum combined with my slick drips out of me, and with me spread as wide as I am, I hear it splatter onto the floor. Fuck.
Loud groans intersperse the music. The sounds of flesh slapping greet my ears. They’re getting off on this, and somehow, that just makes me even wetter.
“That’s it, my beautiful wife,” he murmurs against my ear. “Show everyone that pussy that belongs just to me. Reach around and grab your ass. I want them to see both of your holes.”
I do as commanded, my fingers shaking as I expose myself. Out loud, I might protest, but inside, I’m aroused beyond reason. An ache pulses through my body, an incessant need that will only be satisfied by my master. Again, everything drifts away, leaving me feeling floaty.
When Master Jason reaches for me again, my movements are slow, languorous. My body sways in time with the music, drawing a light chuckle from his lips.
“Oh no, my little sacrifice. I won’t let you slip away that easily.” He turns back to the shower, his hand hovering over the knob. “Perhaps I should turn the water to cold to wake you back up?”
The threat of icy water brings me back to the present. “No, Master.”
“That’s my good girl.”