Chapter 21 Koda
TWENTY-ONE
KODA
Charlotte lifts the mask with shaking hands. Her eyes shine with awe and nerves.
“What’s this for?” she whispers, turning the delicate mask over in her palms.
I reach for the matching mask I’ve kept hidden in my jacket pocket, holding it up so she can see.
“It’s for you. And I have one too.”
Her breath catches as she stares at both masks, understanding dawning in her beautiful blue eyes.
“I’ll never share you with anyone, Charlotte. Ever.” My voice comes out rough. “But I thought the masks could be a fun way to explore your fantasies.”
I slip my mask over my face. The eyeholes frame my vision perfectly, and I can see Charlotte’s pupils dilate as she takes in my transformed appearance.
“What do you say, baby?”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, practically panting as arousal floods her system. The mask trembles in her grip, and I can see the exact moment she makes her decision.
“Yes,” she breathes, lifting the lace to her face. “I want them to see how good you make me feel. I want them to watch you claim me.”
I’m so hard it fucking hurts. My beautiful, wild Charlotte, the woman carrying my baby, about to let me put her on display for anyone who wants to watch.
“Then let’s give them a show they’ll never forget.”
She obeys instantly and slips the mask over her face. The transformation is immediate. It covers her up to the cheekbones and hides her identity from the world, but I can still see those blue eyes.
Wide, hungry, desperate for more.
My cock throbs at the sight. She looks like sin and surrender and every filthy dream I’ve ever had.
“Strip,” I order, stepping back to watch her. “Leave the heels on.”
Charlotte’s breath shudders out of her, but she doesn’t hesitate.
She peels off her dress and lets it puddle at her feet, then reaches behind her to unclasp her bra.
Her tits spill out, perfect and round, the nipples already tight and begging for my mouth.
She slides her panties down her legs and bends at the waist, giving me a full view of her ass.
Soft, round, mine.
She stands up straight, naked except for those fuck-me stilettos and the glittering mask.
My vision goes white-hot.
“Goddamn, look at you,” I say, circling her slowly. “You’re perfect. Every inch. And you belong to me.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t speak. She knows better than to interrupt when I’m like this.
I let my fingers trail over her skin, from her throat down to her breasts, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
I pinch her nipple and twist until she whimpers.
My other hand moves to her ass, palming the curve, kneading it like bread.
“You ready to show everyone what a dirty girl you are for me?” I whisper in her ear.
She nods, trembling. “Yes, Koda. Please.”
“Good girl.”
I stalk to the window, grab the cord, and yank the curtain open.
There’s a stage just beyond the window, a handful of strangers settling in to watch. I don’t give a fuck who they are.
All that matters is Charlotte, masked, naked, and desperate.
“Tonight, you get your ultimate fantasy, baby,” I tell her. “You’re going to come with my cock in your ass while everyone watches. You’re going to show them how much you love being filled up, how much you crave it. Understand?”
She’s already shaking with anticipation. “Yes. I want it. I want everyone to see.”
I grab her by the jaw and force her to look at me.
“You’re mine, Charlotte. My dirty, perfect, pregnant girl. And I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. You want that?”
She moans, breathless. “I want it. Please, Koda.”
I carry her to the bed and lay her facedown across the sheets. My hands roam over her ass, spreading her wide. The plug is still buried in her, the jewel at the base sparkling under the lights. I twist it and make her gasp. She arches her back, hungry for more.
My cock is leaking so much that I feel like I’m about to lose it just from the sight of her.
“Look at them, baby,” I say, nodding toward the window. “They’re all here to watch you. To see how pretty you look when you come.”
She lifts her head and meets the hungry stares of the crowd.
The mask gives her courage. She moans louder and grinds back against my hand.
I finger her pussy first. She’s soaked, already dripping. I slide two fingers in and curl them, making her writhe. With my other hand, I twist the plug again, then pull it out slowly. Her ass clenches around the toy, the sight almost too much to handle.
“Ready for the real thing?” I ask, stroking her cheek.
“Yes,” she begs. “Please, Koda, I need you.”
I slick my cock with lube, fist wrapped tight around the shaft. The head is flushed, angry red, veins bulging. I press it against her asshole and spread her cheeks wide so everyone can see.
She shudders, her whole body trembling.
“Let me in, baby,” I command. “Let me fuck your ass while they all watch.”
Charlotte pushes back and takes the tip.
The tightness is insane. Hot, perfect, fucking addictive. I groan and fight for control.
“Jesus, Charlotte, you feel incredible. So tight. So fucking good.”
She cries out as I push deeper, her hands clutching the sheets.
“Oh my gosh, Koda. I’m so full. I love it. I love being your dirty girl.”
“That’s right, baby. Show them how much you love it. Show them how perfect you look, pregnant and fucked out, taking my cock in your ass.”
She moans louder, hips rocking. I fuck her slow and deep at first, letting her adjust, watching her body take every inch. The people on the other side of the glass are glued to the show. Some with their hands in their laps, others leaning forward, hungry for every detail.
“You look so beautiful, Charlotte. So fucking filthy and wonderful. You’re carrying my baby, and I can’t wait to fill you up again. Make you even more pregnant, keep you like this forever.”
“I want it, Koda. Want you to fill me up.” She’s babbling now, lost in sensation. “I want you to fuck me, use me, make me come in front of everyone.”
I reach under her and find her clit with my fingers.
The second I touch her, she explodes.
Her whole body tenses, ass clamping down around my cock, a scream tearing from her throat. I keep fucking her through it, pounding harder, chasing my own release.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I grunt, thrusting deep. “Take it, baby. Take all of me.”
She comes again and sobs my name, and that’s all it takes. I grab her hips, slam in one last time, and let go. I come hard and fill her with everything I have.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the distant applause from the other side of the glass. I collapse beside her and pull her into my arms, my cock still buried deep.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head. “You did so fucking good.”
She shivers, boneless and satisfied. “I’ve never felt anything like that. Never.”
I hold her close and let her come down slow, pride and possessiveness burning in my veins.
She’s mine. All of her.
I slide out of her and gently roll her onto her side.
She’s still shaking, lost in the aftershocks, her hair wild across the sheets and the mask slightly askew on her flushed face.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, then stand and stride to the window.
The audience is still there, eyes glued to the glass, hungry for more.
With a flick of my wrist, I yank the curtain shut.
Show’s over. She’s mine again. Just mine.
I turn back and climb onto the bed, pulling her close, cradling her against my chest. Her breathing is ragged, her skin hot and damp against my arms. I stroke her hair and murmur into her ear.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, voice low and rough. “You’re incredible, baby. You have no idea how much I love you. How proud I am of you.”
Her body melts into mine, boneless and trusting. I run my hand down her back and soothe the tension from her muscles, letting her come down slow. I want her to feel safe. Cherished.
I brush the hair from her face, thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
“Was that what you wanted?” I ask, searching her eyes. “Was it everything you hoped for? Because, Charlotte, it was fucking everything for me.”
She smiles, soft and sweet, a little dazed.
“It was perfect, Koda. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. You make me feel so wanted.”
Damn, she kills me. I kiss her forehead, then her lips, slow and careful, tasting her sigh.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, holding her tight. “So fucking sexy. Watching you like that... I’ll never get over it.”
Her fingers curl against my chest and hold me close. I shift us so she’s tucked against my side, one big arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other palming her hip. I keep stroking her skin, gentle, until her breathing evens out and the trembling fades.
After a while, I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom.
The suite’s private bath is bigger than our one at home, all gleaming marble and chrome.
I set her on the counter and run the shower, testing the temperature until it’s just right.
Then I strip off my mask and the rest of my clothes, and help her out of hers.
I step in first, then draw her in under the spray, sheltering her against me.
The hot water sluices over us and washes away sweat and lube and everything else.
She leans into my chest, eyes closed, letting me hold her up.
I soap her gently and massage her shoulders, her back, her hips, careful with every touch.
“Is this okay?” I murmur, mouth against her temple. “Not too much?”
She shakes her head, smiling. “It’s perfect. This is the best babymoon ever.”
I cradle her face and tilt it up to mine, then kiss her slow. I want her to feel every ounce of what I’m giving her. I want her to know she’s safe, treasured, adored.
We stand there for a long time, just holding each other, water pounding down. When she’s steady on her feet, I reach for a towel and wrap her up, then dry myself off and lead her back to the bedroom.
The bed is a mess, so I turn down the other side and pull her in with me.
This time, I take it slow. So fucking slow.
I kiss her, long and deep, hands roaming her curves, lingering on her belly, her breasts, the soft insides of her thighs.
She’s already wet for me, needy and open, and I slide inside her with a groan that comes from somewhere primal.
I keep my weight off her and brace on my arms, moving slow and deep. Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck. She clings to me and moans against my mouth, rocking up to meet every thrust.
I whisper to her the whole time. How much I love her, how gorgeous she is, how she’s everything I ever wanted. I tell her she’s mine, that I’ll never let her go, that I’m going to take care of her and our baby forever.
She comes for me, soft and sweet, her body clamping down around my cock.
The sound she makes is pure music.
I follow her over and come deep inside her, holding her tight as we shudder through it together.
After, I don’t let her go. I keep her close, her head on my chest, my arms locked around her. I press a kiss to her hair and breathe her in, then let the world fall away.
She’s my whole goddamn life. And I’m never letting her forget it.