66. Astor
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
ASTOR
I ’ve never cared about someone watching me fuck before Alessia. I did it all the time. They meant nothing and it gave sex a little more interest with someone so uninteresting, I never remembered their names. When Alessia erased us from her memory, she also erased that guy. The guy who did the right thing, the guy who only lost his shit when it came to Alessia. Then before I knew it, I was the guy who lost his shit over nothing. The guy who didn’t give a shit about anything. I became the man my father needed me to be when I took over, except it was way sooner than he wanted. I became lethal way sooner than I needed to and I became something who everyone was afraid of.
I still protected Alessia, like I was raised to do. But I did it the worst way. I ran off every boyfriend and I made her hate herself, because she made me hate being around her. I didn’t care about her feelings because if I did, that meant I had to care about her again. I fought so hard, for six fucking years, to make her remember. I wanted her to remember because if she didn’t, then I’d never get myself back. I was tired of being angry. I was tired of making her pay for something she didn’t know happened. I was tired of fighting with everyone about how I was. I was tired of my sister mourning the relationship Alessia and I had. She didn’t know what happened, just that Alessia was gone .
So, she held onto everything she could. The dinners were the only time she saw us together. And seeing us together and arguing was always better than us avoiding each other to her.
When Alessia found out…I hate to admit it, but I felt relief. I felt fucking relief, relief that she knew. Relief that the pieces would start falling into place for her, for us. Even if I didn’t get her back, I knew she’d remember us at some point. So having her here now, having her here with me, having her as my wife . Seeing how much she’s overcome. Seeing how much our love grew from the moment we found out we had to be married. It’s everything.
When she said she wanted an audience, I said yes because I’m not going to deny her what she wants. But this club that we’re going to, they’re used to people sharing. They’re used to touching, so I texted my friend who owns the club and reserved a watch room. Because if anyone touches her, I’ll kill them and she knows it. When we walk into the club, she’s right next to me, our hands are conjoined, and she has a black wristband on her arm signaling not to touch her.
“Ast, good to see you, man! What are you doing in Maldives?”
“Brandon, good to see you. We’re on our honeymoon.” Alessia steps out from behind me and Brandon smirks.
“Finally got her, huh?”
“Indeed, I did.” He looks her over and his eyes land on the black wristband. He chuckles and nods his head to follow after him.
“I knew you weren’t the sharing type.”
“With her? Fuck no, I’m not.”
I’ve known Brandon for years. We’ve shared women countless times, so I’m glad he knows this is different. I’d hate to kill a friend because he didn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants.
He walks us pass the open room, which is a room for any and everyone who wants to participate and share. Then he leads behind the red rope and into our room.
He points to a room in the middle and we walk into it. There’s a huge window and a couple behind it. The man is on his knees with his hands tied behind his back and there’s a woman circling around him with a whip in her hand. She takes the whip and slams it across his back. Alessia pauses, her full attention now on them. I watch her as she watches them. Brandon stops and raises his eyebrow at me.
I wave him off and lean against the wall as she watches the woman sling the whip again. She grabs the man by his hair and yanks him backwards, steps in front him, and plants her pussy on his face. Alessia’s breathing quickens. We’re the only ones back here, which is unusual. I step behind her and move her hair to the side, kissing her neck.
“Does watching them turn you on?”
She clears her throat and runs her hand over her neck. She opens her mouth and I immediately know it’ll be a lie.
“Don’t lie, little devil. Tell me the truth. You like watching them, you like what she’s doing to him.”
“She’s so good at it, strong.”
“You are, too. If you told me to drop to my knees and eat your pussy, I’d do it…I’d do whatever you told me to do.”
She groans when I wrap my hand around her neck and push her against the window.
“Don’t make noises like that or I’ll have to fuck you right here.”
“Then do it.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes...”
“Say it. Say exactly what you want, baby.”
“I want you to fuck me, right here. So be a good boy and do it. Get me off right here, while anyone can walk by and see.”
I yank her dress up and waste no time sinking inside of her. When I look up, the woman is being fucked by the man. He has her arms bonded tightly now and she’s begging for more.
Ah, they’re switches.
Alessia’s hand slams against the glass, catching their attention. It defrosts the window to where they can see us, as well. A smile spreads across the woman’s face as she watches me fuck Alessia harder and harder. My hand slaps against her ass once. Twice. Thrice, until she screams out.
“More,” she grunts out, making me smirk. I flip her around and throw her against the glass.
“Feeling like my little slut tonight?
“Yes.”
“Good, I’m going to fuck you like you are.”
I turn her around and yank her breasts out, stuffing them into my mouth. The door opens and the couple who was behind the glass are now in front of us.
“I have rope, if you want it,” the man offers. I stop and stare at Alessia, and she nods. I reach out and grab it, tying her hand behind her back before I take her into the room. Usually, it has to be cleaned first, but they didn’t use what I want to use on her.
I bend her over the bench that’s cornered in the room and thrust inside of her. She jolts forward and I catch her before driving back into her. I can see more people at the window watching. When her pussy clenches around me, I rip my cock out of her.
“You don’t get to come yet. Sluts don’t get to come yet. You wait until I tell you to come. Do you understand?” She nods and I wrap my hand around her neck, cutting off her air supply. “Ahh, little devil. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” she croaks out. I bite down on her shoulder, hard enough for her to groan.
“Of course you do, baby.”
I pull her up and untie the rope to find there’s already marks around her wrist. I walk her over to the Saint Andrew’s cross. She looks over it and then looks to me. “I’ll strap you in and make you have the best orgasm of your life. If it becomes too much, say yellow and I’ll slow down. If you want to stop, say tornado and it’s over.”
I quickly strap her in and grab a flogger that’s hung up on the wall. She watches me intensely, her body writhing around.
I run the flogger over my hand before taking it and slamming it across her stomach. She gasps and I do it again. She’s so out of breath by the third time that I think she may faint.
I bend down to run my tongue through her soaking wet pussy folds and she screams out my name.
“You can be a good girl and cum on my face.” I devour her, eating her like she’s my last meal. She’s trying her best to thrash around, but she’s bounded to tight.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” she moans as I smile into her pussy. Good. That’s what I wanted. She covers my face with her juices and I unstrap her. She walks me over to the untouched bed and takes my pants and briefs off in one swift motion. She pushes me down on the bed and climbs on top of me. My cock in her fist, she spits on it and covers me with her mouth. That fucking mouth will be the death of me—I just know it. Her head bobs up and down and I push my hands into her hair as I fuck her mouth. I push my cock to the back of her throat and tears leak down her face, but she takes it. She takes all of it. She doesn’t gag, she just lets me fuck her face.
“You look fucking perfect with a mouth full of your husband’s cock.” When she looks up at me, I’m so close to coming that I yank her up by her hair. “Now climb up here and fuck me.”
She quickly hovers over me and slams down on my cock. I can’t help the moan that escapes my mouth. She rises and drops down again. I open my mouth, but she covers it. “I didn’t tell you to speak,” she says, her mouth tipping up a fraction when I remain silent. She’s only done this once to me, only calling me a good boy at times. But today, she’s trying and I’m going to let her.
“Let me be your good slut and make you come, but you don’t speak until I tell you to talk. Understand?” I look at her and raise my eyebrow. She lifts up and hovers over my cock. “Answer me.”
“Yes, I under—” She cuts me off and slams down on my cock, I tuck my lip in to hold back my moans. She feels so fucking good, she fits me like glove. There’s no need in saying she’s made me for me, because that’s already a given. She fucks me to the point of me feeling like if I don’t explode now, I’m going to lose it. I need to come, but I can’t tell her that yet because I’m not allowed to fucking speak.
When she lifts her leg around and fucks me harder, I break. “Alessia, fuuuck.”
She bounces up and down, faster and faster. “Be my good boy, pull my hair. Wrap it around your hand and pull it.”
I do as she says and her pussy tightens around me.
“Let me come, Alessia. I need to fucking come.”
“Then shut your fucking mouth,” she moans. She moves her hips in circles and I pull her hair so fucking tight, that I know I’m pulling some of it out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, come . Fill me with your cum, baby.”
My body shakes, it’s never fucking done that before, and it’s met with her cum. Her pussy is snaked around me so tightly that it’s physically impossible for me to pull out of her. I feel like I’ve been coming forever, like it’ll never end. And when she flips back around, I grasp her hips to keep her there.
“Stop fucking moving, little devil.” She freezes and it’s like my breath completely leaves my body. “Fuck you feel good.”
I slide out of her and she lays beside me. I look up and the voyeurs are started to disperse.
“That was…amazing,” she says. I kiss her forehead before grabbing our clothes.
“It was. Get dressed, time to go back to reality, malyshka .”
Reality isn’t so bad anymore.