Chapter Twelve #2
His zipper rasped down, the sound obscene in the quiet room.
His thick cock sprang free, already weeping at the tip.
The sight of her—bound, spread, helpless—sent a jolt of pure, animalistic hunger through him.
Her thighs trembled, her pussy was swollen and glistening, begging for his touch.
But this wasn’t about her pleasure. Not yet. .. not this time.
This was about ownership.
He fisted himself, and with slow, deliberate strokes, he spiked his lust watching her breath hitch.
Her eyes locked onto his hand, her lips parting in silent, desperate want.
The way she watched him—as though she’d die if he stopped—caused his blood to roar.
He could feel the heat of her gaze like a brand on his skin as her need fueled his.
“Fuck,” he growled as the first hot jet erupted before he could stop it. He aimed with precision, marking her like a territory to be conquered. The first splash hit her pussy, searing into her spread open folds, claiming her core.
“Ohh,” she gasped as the heat of him branded her skin when the next spurt painted her breasts, streaking across her nipples. Then he moved, circling the bench like a predator, savoring the way her body tensed and the way her breath hitched as she anticipated his next move.
The last burst was the most savage... and the most enjoyable.
He gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open, and filled her with thick, salty ropes coating her tongue and dripping down her chin.
She sputtered, her eyes watering, but he didn’t let go.
His fingers dug into her skin as he growled in a guttural voice, “You better not spit that out, sub. You never waste the offering I give you. Swallow.”
Her throat worked. She obeyed. But her eyes—Fuck. It wasn’t submission or defiance. It was hunger, raw, uninhibited hunger.
He felt devoured by it as his skin felt too tight, and his cock too hard all over again. He wanted more.
Her pupils were blown wide, swallowing the gold in her irises. Her lips, still slick with him, parted on a ragged inhale. And her throat—Christ, her throat—worked as she swallowed again, the muscles flexing under his grip, her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird against his fingers.
She wasn’t just obeying. She was tasting him. His control threatened to snap like a frayed wire at the way she looked at him—like she’d claw her way inside his ribs if he let her, daring the darkness within him to lose control completely and push over the edge.
Fucking submissives always believe they have the upper hand. Not this time, Angel. You are but a plaything until I find Mrs. Perfect, but I’ll be damned if I share you with others until then.
He accepted the wipe Sandy offered, cleaning himself with methodical movements while his mind was at war with his actions.
“Shall I untie her, Sir,” Sandy asked.
Rex’s eyes hardened. He loved Xia’s sass and humor, but she had stepped over the line with her earlier defiance. Her action demanded consequences.
“No. Leave her so everyone can see the claim I have made.” He savored her shocked gasp. “For as long as you are my wife whisperer, Angel, you belong to me. Only my hands, tongue, and cock will delve inside your holes, and only my spit and cum will heat and fill those holes. Do you understand?”
The mixture of shock and disbelief in her wide eyes sent a surge of satisfaction through him.
His voice dropped dangerously when she didn't respond. “I require a response, Ms. Foster.”
“I understand, Master R, but understand this. If you can scene, then so can I. You don’t own me, never forget that.”
Even bound and marked, she still challenges me.
“You’re right. I don’t, but you are mine... for now. And here’s the thing. You have a job and an income for the next two months with me under this condition. I’ll concede to this. You may scene but only with Master Axel and Master Coop. No one else.”
“As long as they stay away from my holes,” she sneered acerbically.
“Indeed. However, if you are so eager for them to fill those holes, I’ll arrange a foursome, and then you can have all of us at your heart’s content.”
Her breath hitched, and the glimmer in her eyes stirred something in him he refused to acknowledge.
She looked at him beseechingly. “You’re not leaving me here like this,” she said, a note of uncertainty creeping into her voice.
“I’m not? It seems you didn’t listen before. You will stay here with my cum all over you until it’s dry and crusted, so every Dom knows you are off bounds.”
“I believe your actions already sent that message, Master R.”
“Perhaps, but I am a man who ensures a message is delivered properly.”
“Please, Master R. I feel... vulnerable like this.” The slight tremor in her voice tested his resolve.
“And yet, you are coated by my protective and very intimate layer. I suggest you use this time to consider my requirements and decide whether you want the job until you leave for Hawaii. When I return, I’ll need your answer.
Your full commitment to assist me in finding a wife, with your body belonging to me and no scening without my permission. The choice is yours, Ms. Foster.”
Rex walked away but he remained in the dungeon, positioning himself against the wall. His eyes never left her form, ensuring his message resonated throughout the GoldenEye. Angel belonged to him.
But only because I need her to be available when my potentials fail the test. That’s all she means to me. Xia Foster fills a need I have during this process. Nothing more.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
Again, fuck off.
For ninety minutes, he stood guard, ignoring the curious glances from other members who noticed his unflinching stare. Something about Xia kept drawing him in, like a moth to flame. The knowledge that she’d be leaving for Hawaii for two years sat like a lead weight in his gut.
When he finally approached the bench, he found her eyes closed, breathing even, and her body completely relaxed. The perfect submissive, waiting for her Dom.
Fuck, why did she have to go away?
“The answer is yes, Master R,” she said softly without opening her eyes, somehow sensing his presence. “I commit to the job with all the conditions you stipulated.”
“Good girl.” The words came out gentler than intended. Untying her, his hands moved with careful precision as he massaged her arms and legs. Her husky moans as he worked her muscles sent shivers down his spine.
“What are you doing?” she protested when he picked her up. “I’m too heavy! Put me down. I can walk.”
His voice turned stern. “If I ever hear you say that again, I will whip your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a month. Now, keep still. I’m going to give you a warm bubble bath.”
“You’re going to...” She stilled in his arms, blinking at him in wonder. “You’re going to put me in a bath filled with bubbles?”
“Yes, Angel. I’m going to bathe you and put you to sleep.”
For once, the usually quick-witted Xia was speechless, and something inside Rex’s chest tightened at her expression. This tenderness he felt was dangerous, unexpected, and completely against everything he had planned.