43. I Wanna Be Your Slave
CHAPTER 43
I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE
M?NESKIN
Epilogue- Ren
There’s a bead of sweat just above the mask Chase wears and his hand hasn’t let go of mine since we walked in the door. I spent months researching this place, and it’s why Germany had to be the last stop on our trip. I have a feeling he’ll ask to extend our stay after tonight.
The exclusive club has a serious no camera policy and a high enough entry fee that members aren’t interested in breaking that rule. Masks are optional, but almost everyone has one and so do we. It’s dark and loud in the main room, with a DJ and people mingling near the bar, searching for their next hookup.
I walk Chase out toward the bar hoping a drink will help with his nerves, since he refused to get high before we came here. He said he wanted to experience everything, take it all in, so I didn’t argue. If the drinks don’t help, the back rooms will.
I arranged a tour a few nights ago while Chase filmed a talk show appearance. It gave me a better idea of the rooms while I made sure this would work for us. I had to turn down more than a few offers that night, and tonight, some of those men lingering around the edges of the room, eyeing Chase. They’re not curious to know who he is, but why he’s mine and what it would take to replace him. There’s not a thing in any world they could offer me to trade him away. Not unless he asked for it.
“They’re looking at me.”
“They covet you, Puppy.”
“Me? They know who I am? Shit. I thought?—”
“No, baby.” I run my hand down the buttons of his black dress shirt and adjust his collar. “They’re drooling for a chance to be at the end of this leash I’m holding, to call me mistress. Every one of them wants to know why you’re fucking me later tonight, and not them. Don’t worry, no one even knows you cut your hair yet.”
He runs his hands through his short, wavy hair, still getting used to it. It’s for a role and I almost cried when he told me he had to cut it, but he promised he’d grow it back. Thankfully, it’s still enough to get a firm grip on when he’s between my legs. After drink number two, he relaxes enough for me to show him the VIP rooms. I show my pin, proof that I’m a VIP and allowed in the area with whoever I choose to bring with me. As the curtain pulls back, Chase’s grip on my hand tightens with excitement and curiosity, but also fear.
“Holy shit!” he gasps as we pass the occupied voyeur rooms, staring in with curiosity.
The first has two gorgeous men, one tied up and worshiping his partner’s cock. In the next room, a man has a woman hog-tied while he fucks her from behind. When we pass the last window, we find two women and a man that stop Chase in his tracks. He watches as the handcuffed man gets on his hands and knees, his head moving between the young brunette’s legs while the blonde with a strap-on stands behind him with a paddle.
“They were here the other night. They’re amazing, all three of them.”
“Can they see us?”
“In some rooms, yes. In some, no. It depends on what they’re into. We’re not doing that. Not tonight anyhow.”
Chase jumps a little when the paddle comes down on the man’s ass, but he never stops licking the brunette’s pussy.
Chase whispers under his breath, “Shit.”
“We don’t do anything unless we both want it, you know that, Puppy.”
“Yeah, okay. But, uh, can we…can we do that?”
“The paddle?”
He nods, eyes not leaving the scene playing out in the room. “And maybe the room, too. Someday?”
Even asking me that question has me fucking dripping. I reach over, pressing my hand over the bulge in his pants, and his head snaps toward me. It’s hard to tell in the low light, but his eyes look blown out already and I grin.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m still not, you know, used to?—”
“Do you like this? Me holding your cock in front of all these people?” He looks around the room. At least twenty other people roam the area, watching the shows. He nods and my firm grip pulls a moan from him just loud enough for me to hear. “Your words, Puppy. Use them.”
“Yes, my queen. I… I like this. A lot.”
“Do you want them to watch us?”
“Really?”
“How does it make you feel, the thought of them watching your enormous cock and how well I take it?”
“You sound like my shrink asking about my feelings, Sunshine.”
“Theo talks about your cock?”
“You know what I mean.”
I back him up against a wall so he’s facing the paddle room before I drop to my knees and kiss his hard-on through his pants. “Re—uh—my queen? Are, should we, are you—” His head rocks back against the wall as I unzip his pants.
“Watch them, Chase. Watch them nice and close. If you look away from them, I’ll edge you all damn night. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my queen.” His eyes remain glued on them as I massage him, leaving more kisses and teasing nips. Feeling him squirm at every touch. I reach into his boxers, freeing his thick, stiff cock, and licking the bead of pre-cum from the tip. It brings the sweetest moan to his lips. “Oh, shit. We’re doing this.”
“Good boy, now, put your hands behind your back, and don’t fucking touch me, do you understand?” He nods. The instant my tongue touches the tip again, his hips jerk forward. “Tell me what they’re doing, Chase. Describe it for me.”
I take his cock deep as he fights hard not to look at me, describing the ongoing paddling scene taking place in front of him as he pants. I’m not ready to make him come yet, but he doesn’t need to know that. His hips thrust forward again, making me gag. The people around us move about, watching me take this pretty cock that I fucking own, whispering about us. I release him with a loud pop and he whimpers, begging me not to stop.
“You taste so amazing, Puppy. How’s the plug?”
“It’s, uhm, weird.” He tries to tuck his dick back into his pants, but I slap his hands away.
“Keep it out. Let them see your magnificent cock on display. Let them crave what they can’t have.” I slide my finger up the shaft and watch him shiver.
I follow his eyes as he searches the crowd. He’s unsure at first, a normal reaction. But with each person staring at him, licking their lips at the sight of him, the more confident he becomes. It confirms my suspicion that Chase Cooper has an exhibitionist kink.
I stand, taking hold of the leash that hangs around his neck and pull him down to me. “I should make you take off your pants and crawl in front of all these people. Show them how obedient you are and let them see that pretty plug in your tight ass.”
“I will do anything you ask, my queen.”
“And that’s why you’re mine.” I run my fingers over the letters on the collar that spell out Good Boy in diamonds. “Another time. Let’s go have some fun.”
I walk him down the hall, watching his cock bob as we make our way through the crowd to the room I reserved. As soon as the door shuts and we’re alone, he pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard and grinding his cock against me, desperate for release. He pulls back for a breath and I slap him hard against the face.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, my queen.”
“It’s okay, Puppy,” I say, like I’m talking to a child or an actual dog while I unbutton his shirt and pull it from his shoulders. “You’re just a little eager, aren’t you?”
His groan turns into a growl as my nails drag down his chest, leaving angry red marks. He looks at me with eyes so dark I can only make out a sliver of blue. If I gave him the command, he’d fuck me so hard I’d scream loud enough to hear me over the DJ. But that’s not why we’re here. I push his pants down his thick, muscular legs so he can step out of them. Licking my lips, thinking about what it will be like when we let people watch. When other people stare at this beautiful specimen of a man as he rails me.
“On the bed, on your hands and knees. Put the pillows under your chest.”
He turns around, looking around the room for the first time. There’s an enormous bed in the center with restraints on the posts. Two walls have thick, red curtains hiding us from the people outside, while the other two have various toys decorating them. I go straight for the paddle, not wanting to waste any time.
“Okay, you’re going to count for me. I’ll keep them light for now. We can work you up to where you’re comfortable later, right?”
“Yes, my queen.”
“And what’s the safe word?”
“Voorhees.” I picked the new safe word after a Halloween party Chase threw. I also told him to retire the costume for something new since he’d been the same thing for five years.
“Relax and let me take this out first.” He drops his head to the pillow, groaning like a feral beast as I pull the plug from his ass and tossing it aside. “Are you ready, or do you need a minute?”
“I’m ready.”
Smack.
“That was too light. One.”
Smack.
“Better, my queen. Two.”
“Harder?”
“Uhm.” He adjusts his legs and takes a deep breath. “Please, my queen.” I still don’t go full force, but I give him what he asks for. He almost shoots off the bed. “OH FUCK! THREE! JESUS FUCKING CHRI?—”
“Color?”
“Green, baby. Fuck!” he howls, and bites down on the pillow before turning back to look at me. It’s pitiful, and I want to remember this look on his face for the rest of my life. “Ren, I’m gonna come if you do that much more. I’m sorry. I’m?—”
“New. You’re new, Puppy, and all this stimulation isn’t something you’re used to.” I rub the warm spot on his ass cheek that’s turning a red, and he nods. “Okay. Do you think you can take one more?”
“Yes, my perfect wife.”
“Atta boy.”
CRACK!
“FOUR! Holy shit, Ren! Please! Please, my goddess, my beautiful wife, please?”
I give him a bottle of water and make him drink it through his whines and whimpers; fuck, I love the noises this pretty boy makes. When he’s finished the bottle, I stand in front of him, brushing his hair back. He presses his head against my hand, begging me with his eyes. I lean in, nibbling on his ear while I tease his cock.
“What do you want?”
“You, my queen.”
“You want my pussy, you little whore? Beg for it.”
“My greedy cock needs to be inside of your incredible pussy, my queen. To fill you until you can’t breathe and our cum drips from your beautiful cunt.”
“Someone’s been practicing new lines,” I smirk, pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. I reach over his head, pulling the straps over his wrists, but don’t tighten them. He’s free to let go of them when he wants. I reach down between my legs as he watches me move my panties to the side, hunger in his eyes. He’s so ready, he drips down my fingers as I rub his cock through my slit.
“Please, Renate. Use me like your toys. I promise not to come until you tell me.”
His words have me so wet, I slide him into me with ease as our moans echo around us. He pulls on the straps, threatening to rip them off the bedposts as I ride his cock, bouncing the way we both like. He licks his lips, watching me, craving me as I throw my head back and say his name. I can feel his eyes watching me as I run my hands over the lace dress I’m wearing—the one he wants to rip off of me.
“I have a job for you, Puppy,” I say in a breathy voice, looking down at him.
“W-what? What do you want, my queen?”
“I want you to be a good boy, and fuck a baby into me. Right. Now.”
I’ve asked him to do that in every city, every hotel room, every chance we have, and each time he gets bolder and it gets better. The transition from curious and worried he’d hurt me into this wild man beneath me has been like poetry in motion. And the way he fucks me now—with equal parts passion and primal desire—is too perfect to be heavenly. Chase isn’t my sweet angel anymore; He’s my ideal devil.
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?”
“I already did!”
“Do it again! Hell, I want to get married to you in every city and every country forever.”
“You know, we were only supposed to come to Europe for a vacation. Not to get married and spend every night trying to make babies.”
“What the fuck else did you want to do on vacation?” His nose scrunches up as he giggles, carrying us into the tub. “I love you, Renate.”
“I love you, too. Let’s go home, Chase. We can get married again, if you want, and have this baby. We’ll come back and make as many as we can.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”