Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sloan
Icould tell Dean was holding something back as we made our way to the bedroom last night, but I decided to let it go for the night.
I was already exhausted from everything I’d learned throughout the day—about him and myself.
The fact that I wasn’t bothered by him stalking me for years or listing me as co-owner of all of his possessions was a little unsettling.
I should have been terrified by how far he went to get back into my life, but it just made me realize that I’d always craved that level of possession from him.
Even in college, I knew deep down that we would be explosive together.
After admitting that to myself, I didn’t need more confessions to believe that he’s been mine since we met.
I just needed to wash away the day and to crawl into bed with him.
So, after a quick shower, we climbed under the covers and spooned until we drifted off to sleep.
When I wake to the feeling of his morning wood poking me in the ass, I realize that sleeping next to him has awoken other needs. For the first time, I’m waking in bed next to the man who’s owned my body for almost ten years.
I gently roll over to face him, admiring the changes to his body since I saw him last. Like the way the sun coming through the window makes the silver ring in his eyebrow glow.
I push the covers down until the barbells through his nipples catch the light, too.
My eyes trace the lines of swirling black ink covering most of his arms and torso.
When they land on the shape of a Dahlia over his left pectoral muscle, my heart rate increases.
I really have been with him all this time. And now that I know he’s mine…
I shimmy myself under the covers, trying not to wake him. I lick the underside of his cock slowly, enjoying the taste and weight of him on my tongue as I wrap my lips around his mushroom shaped head and lick the bead of precum from the tip.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans as he reaches under the covers to rest his hand on the back of my head without pushing or trying to guide me in any way.
When I take him to the back of my throat without gagging, his hand clenches in my hair as he lets out another curse. The sting at my scalp makes me hum as I feel the wetness of my arousal coat my thighs.
“Get up here,” he growls as he reaches both hands beneath my arms.
My lips slide off of him with a pop when he pulls me up before he rolls to his back with me stretched out on top of him. When his hands drift to my thighs and spread them on either side of his waist, I roll my hips to coat his cock in my arousal.
“You ready for me to fill that pretty pussy?” His voice is raspy with want as he grabs my waist and lifts me until he’s notched at my entrance.
When I nod, he thrusts his hips up as he slams me down onto his thick erection, making me cry out at the sudden intrusion. He holds me still as we both adjust.
“Good girl,” he groans as my walls relax to accept him. “Now, ride me.”
Unlike my previous partners, he doesn’t just lie there while I do all the work. He moves his hips with me, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. When my thighs begin to tremble, he flips us so that I’m on my back before pulling my thighs high on his hips.
“That’s it.” He pushes up on his hands to look down between our bodies as he drives into me. “Look at you, taking me so well.”
When I push up on my elbows to follow his gaze, the sight, along with his praise, has me moaning through an orgasm even more intense than the one he gave me yesterday.
Just as it peaks, he pulls out and flips our positions again before spinning me to face the mirror and pulling me back down onto him.
“Look at us,” he demands as he wraps his arms around my waist to fuck me from the bottom.
I do as he says and the sight of me spread open is erotic. Especially with his thick tattooed arms encircling my waist. The view, combined with him hitting the magic place inside of me, has me racing toward the edge again.
“I’ve wanted you like this since I saw you failing to finish with that asshat six months ago,” he whispers in my ear before taking it between his teeth and nipping just hard enough to give me the bite of pain I crave.
When I let out a whimper, he chuckles darkly.
“Now that you know you’re mine, you’ll never.
Not. Finish. Again.” He thrusts into me harder between each word, nearly pushing me over the edge.
“Dean,” I cry out in a mixture of intense pleasure and fear of the sensations flooding my body.
When he realizes I’m holding back, he circles my clit with his fingers as his other hand snakes up between my breasts to collar my throat. He bends his knees to hold me open as my entire body begins to convulse.
“Give it to me, so I can fill you up,” he growls before biting the side of my neck and pushing me over the edge.
Tears streak down my face as I gush around him until he grips my hips as he comes with a growl.
He scoots back to lean against the headboard before turning me in his arms and cradling me in his lap as he kisses my tear-streaked face.
Neither of us speak as we catch our breath and bask in the realization that we really are perfect together.
After a shower and a brief nap, Dean and I went to the club to prepare for tonight’s opening.
Dean had already hired the bartenders, waitresses, and bouncers.
But he insisted that I was in charge of the dancers.
So, while he was going over the operation protocols with the current staff, I reviewed the applications for the dancers coming in to audition.
Some of them have some minor training, but most of them are women just trying to find a way to pay the bills.
Dean wanted to dismiss any with a history of domestic situations that could cause trouble, but I insisted that they were probably the ones who needed this job the most. When I explained that giving them a place to feel safe would make them the most loyal employees, he relented.
After the auditions and interviews, we ended up with ten dancers to alternate shifts. They will all work tonight since it’s opening night. Then, there will be three dancers Sunday through Thursday, and five on Friday and Saturday. As the co-owner and main attraction, I’ll dance every night.
I go over the security protocols and rules with the dancers.
Customers aren’t allowed to touch the dancers, the dancers aren’t allowed to trade sex for money with the customers, and the dancers are to wait for a member of security to escort them to their ride at the end of the night.
Other than that, they are free to choose their own ensembles, music, and routines as long as they fit with the vibe of the club.
Then, I led them to the dressing room to choose their stations and get ready for tonight.