Chapter 32 Daniel
Chapter thirty-two
Daniel
Ibury my face in Nell’s hair. She’s back, and she’s mine. Fully mine. I know I said I would wait forever, but after missing so many years with her and Danny, to finally have them forever... Relief doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling.
Joy, gratitude, love... peace.
“Wait a minute,” I say, leaning back so I can see Nell’s face. “Did you... is that why...?”
Nell blushes, and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I may or may not have set up the sleepover and Cass insisting you work tonight,” she admits.
I hug her tight against me again. “God, I love you,” I say, her hair tickling my nose.
I break away, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the door. “Alright then. First a show, and then I’m taking you home.”
Home. I’ve said the word before, of course, but my empty house never felt like a home to me. But the mental image of filling it up with Danny’s coloring books and Nell’s clothes fills my chest with pride. I’m going to make it the best damn home for us.
Nell giggles as I tug her down the hallway. It’s still early, but there are a handful of members milling about.
I know jacking off in a voyeur room hardly screams happily-ever-after, but it’s a way for her to show me she’s truly all in - that the idea that her boyfriend, husband, baby daddy owning a sex club doesn’t bother her.
I’d quit for her. I’d sell my portion and never look back.
But she’s not asking me too. She’s joining me.
Stay-at-home-moms can be voyeurs, too, right?
So, I tug her down the hall into a voyeur room, shutting the door behind us.
"How do you want to do this?" I ask her, my hands roaming up and down her sides.
“How does it work?”
"There’s a window there," I say, nodding my head to the wall behind me. “I can set it to one-way or two-way. One-way lets them see us, but we can’t see them. Two-way lets us see the audience.”
She thinks for a moment before deciding. “I like the idea that we can’t see them. I like the mystery of it.”
I nod and flick the button by the window, which immediately turns black.
I don’t know if anyone will watch, but this is a moment between Nell and I, and I couldn’t care less.
“How do you want me?” I ask, eager to start the rest of our lives together.
She steps into me, her small fingers loosening every button of my shirt. When she’s finished, warm hands flatten against my pecs and push my shirt over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
I’m instantly hard. I haven’t been able to be in the same room as this woman without sporting a chubby, but when her hands touch my skin, an inferno of need races through me. I nearly groan at the contact.
She walks around behind me, but her hands reach around and undo my belt, letting it hang open as she unbuttons my slacks and pulls my zipper down. I go to step out of them, but she stops me.
“Leave them on,” she says before coming back in front of me and pushing me gently to sit on the bed. She tugs my boxer briefs down, letting my cock spring up to my stomach, hot, hard, and already dripping precum. She leaves my boxer briefs around my knees.
“I’ve changed my mind,” she says, and I look up at her curiously. “Hands behind you on the bed,” she commands. I’m not usually on the receiving end of instructions, but this is her show and I’m only happy to obey. So, I place my hands on the bed behind me.
She kneels on the bed and situates herself behind me, giving the window a full view of us. Warm hands trace up the taut muscles in my arms, over my shoulders, over my pecs until they dance down my abs.
“If we’re going to give them a show, I want them to see us. See how you’re mine, and how much your body likes me.”
I nod, a little dizzy at the thought. I’ve wanted to shout it from the rooftops that this woman is mine, but I knew I needed to take it slow with her. Now, she wants the world to know.
Her soft hands trace down my hips and thighs, teasing me. My cock jumps in anticipation. She traces her thumb over the tip, gathering up the precum there before she brings it to her mouth and licks her finger clean.
Fuck, it’s such a turn-on, watching her take ownership of her pleasure.
“Spit,” she commands, holding a hand out in front of my chest. I do, and am relieved when she wraps her lubed hand around my aching cock finally.
I groan, fisting the sheets behind me at the first drag of relief. I drop my head back, closing my eyes, as she fists the head of my cock and twists.
"Goddamn, baby. That feels so good," I groan.
She hikes up her skirt with her free hand and sits on my hands, letting her thighs bracket my ass and hips. This way, she frees her other hand, and I startle as they cup my balls.
She chuckles softly from behind me.
“You liked that, did you?” I tease her, turning my head to capture her lips with mine before she can answer.
The hand tugging on my cock turns over so her fingertips tease the sensitive ridge on the underside of my shaft.
My chest heaves as sweat dampens my brow. God, I’m close.
“Do you think they’re watching?”
What? Shit. I forgot we were in a voyeur room.
I shake my head. “I don’t even care. Let them watch what you do to me.”
Her rhythm picks up, and she knows I’m close. The hand cupping my balls moves to my head as she threads her fingers through my hair, nails lightly scraping along my scalp.
“Fuck... Baby... Fuck. I’m about to...” I moan as I feel pressure building in my pelvis. My hips buck up into her hand, chasing release.
"Come?" she teases, and I do. She strokes me through my orgasm, cum coating my chest and abs. She milks every last drop out of me, and I collapse against her. I reach up, cup the back of her head, and bring her lips back to mine. The kiss is slow, indulgent, sweet and unhurried.
If anyone is watching, they’re getting a great view of me, coated in my own cum, but I couldn’t care less. Let them watch. Let them see what Nell does to me. Let them see how truly, fully and completely this woman owns me.