Chapter 35 – Vanessa
Chapter Thirty-Five
Vanessa
The way the warehouse is set up, when you come through the front doors, you go through security and spill into the ballroom. Just past the ballroom is a smaller room where meetings are held, but during parties, it’s turned into a dining room with tables and chairs.
On the wall straight ahead from where you enter is a stage. Sometimes family heads give speeches here or make announcements. Other times they use the indoor balcony back in the ballroom.
Moretti went the standard route, having the stage set up for our ceremony. That means about six feet down and a few feet away, there will be people sitting at the tables watching the show we put on.
My hands shake as I make my way to the edge of the stage from the rear entrance that connects to the hallway with the dressing rooms.
Magnum is at my side, but Hawk left to watch the crowd.
The third-party security at the entry doors to the warehouse are only responsible for patting everyone down upon entry and removing any weapons.
Since this is Moretti’s gathering, his security is in charge of keeping everyone in line and making sure no one does anything disgusting, like trying to record us.
“You’re going to do great,” Magnum says, leaning around my back. “Now get your sexy little ass out there before you change your mind.”
He gives me a gentle shove with his good hand, and I stumble out onto the stage.
It’s the first time I’m getting a look at its setup as the doors to the dining area were closed prior to everyone else leaving. I purposely keep my eyes off the audience. Even if the masses left, there are still others out there. I just have no idea how many.
I’ve only seen the stage set up with a bed during previous ceremonies, but currently there’s a single extra-wide club chair. A red carpet runs from the side of the stage where I am now over until it disappears under the chair.
Moretti has been lingering near the front of the stage, but he claps. “The ceremony is about to begin.”
I’m still frozen in place as he saunters across the stage, taking a seat in the chair and stretching back. He has his button-down open and hanging at his sides, and he lost his tie and jacket since I saw him last. He also rolled up the cuffs on his shirt, showing off his sexy forearms.
“On your knees, Vanessa,” he growls. “Crawl to me.”
My eyes narrow, but goose bumps also pebble on my skin.
I’m confused, okay?
Do I like that order or hate it?
It might be both, but I have to behave.
If I don’t, it would undermine his authority, and I have no doubt he would punish me.
He’d have to.
I don’t think I could even blame him if he did, and more than that, I think I might like it. I’m not repulsed by the idea of spankings or punishments.
“Vanessa!” My husband barks my name, and my body recognizes the command, trying to force me to comply.
My eyes stay on him as I lower to my hands and knees.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, nodding.
My entire being lights up at the praise.
Is that praise?
It feels like it.
My tits hang, trying to escape the bow while the back of the lingerie rides up my backside as I crawl toward him.
Knowing Emory, the fact he placed the carpet sideways was strategic. The audience can see my side profile, but they don’t get a full view of my ass on display.
If he was going to pull this, he really should have given me the chance to practice sexy crawling with a mirror or something.
Luckily, Hawk got me turned on from all the kissing and grinding, and my clit throbs as I make my way across the stage.
At least Moretti didn’t skimp on the carpet.
It’s plush against my hands and knees.
“Come, darling.” Emory keeps his eyes on mine, working his belt and unzipping his pants.
My tits sway as I stretch my palms and try to show off my curves with every movement.
He pulls his pants and boxer briefs down, letting them pool around his ankles. His tattooed hand fists his cock as he watches me, and my pussy clenches.
I get to keep him forever, and that still blows my mind.
Yeah, he’s kind of a dick at times, but he’s generally tolerable.
I crawl up, coming to a stop just in front of my husband. I’m unprepared for how quickly he snatches me up onto my knees with a handful of my hair.
I wobble, and my hands fall to his thighs as he growls, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
The kiss is all-consuming, and his electric scent hits my system just as hard as it always does.
He uses his hold in my hair to pull my mouth from his, and he gets close to my ear. “Mind your teeth, wife. I’m going to fuck your throat now.”
That sentence shouldn’t be so hot, but I probably need therapy based on the way my skin pulses with heat.
He yanks on the end of the bow, and the pieces fall open, cascading down my sides.
Well, at least the underwire makes my tits look fantastic.
Moretti guides my mouth to his cock, and he wasn’t joking. He barely gives me any time to adapt to how wide I have to stretch my mouth.
He’s so hard against my tongue, and I wish he’d just pull me into his lap and make me ride him.
He brings his other hand to my jaw, running his thumb over my cheek. My eyes fly up to his, and his pointy canines dig into his lower lip. It’s not easy to keep eye contact in this position, but I can’t pry my eyes from his—even knowing how ridiculous I probably look.
His cock dribbles precum on my tongue.
I barely get to enjoy it because, the next thing I know, his crown is bumping the back of my throat. My nails dig into his thighs as I panic, but he pulls back just in time to keep me from gagging.
He releases my cheek and wraps his palm around his length, jerking his tip against my lips. I moan, swirling my tongue around it and trying to devour as much of his precum as I can.
Moretti guides himself between my lips once more, thrusting deep into my mouth.
I sputter, and tears spring to my eyes, but the growl he releases makes my pussy weep. He tugs back until only his crown remains and slams in again. This time his tip slides down my esophagus, and I choke. My mouth gets slick with extra saliva, and my face heats.
This isn’t the position to try deep throating. I’m sure I’m going to get him with my teeth if he’s not careful. He really should have walked me through what to expect, but there’s a small piece of me that likes the anticipation of not knowing what’s coming.
He continues fucking my face and pulls me off him with no warning. There’s a string of saliva that connects my lips to his cock, but it breaks as he tugs me up into his lap.
He keeps my hair away from my neck with the way my strands are weaved into his fingers.
“You’re going to have to trust me here, wife.
” He leans in, scraping his teeth down my neck, and my pussy weeps.
Releasing my hair, he brings his hands to the sides of my panties, pulling the strings.
He tugs them free, dropping the material on the chair next to him.
With no warning, his forearms weave under my thighs, and his hands cup my hips and ass from behind.
“Emory!” I squeak as he lifts me.
He chuckles and says, “Toss your legs over my shoulders. I want them resting over the back of the chair.”
I follow his instructions, but it leaves me with nothing but his head to hold on to as my pussy rests in front of his mouth. He nuzzles up the bottom of the lingerie and buries his face in my sex, circling my clit.
Okay, this position is crazy.
And I love it, even if I’m wobbly.
Moretti has a solid hold on me, but I’m pretty heavy. That just proves how ridiculously strong he is, and my pleasure builds fast.
I moan, locking my feet on the back of the chair. My fingers dig into the hair on the top of his head, and I moan as I grind to meet him. I’m empty and desperate to be filled, but he has to hold me up so that’s not possible.
I gasp, drinking down his pheromones as he nips at my hood, and pleasure builds under my sweat-slicked skin. He has to be soaked in my pussy, but he doesn’t let up. My inner walls spasm, and I’m so close to coming all over his face when he pulls me back down again.
My head shakes, but I don’t complain because I have to get my legs situated. I’m barely in place when he twists me.
“Turn for me. Your back against my chest,” he growls, and I can feel the words echo in my bones.
My legs end up on either side of his, and I lean back against his chest.
I’m once again grateful that he didn’t face the chair toward the crowd.
In fact, I have a lovely full view of Magnum leaning against the wall just past where the audience can see. He sees me watching and grins, sliding his hand over the bulging front of his suit pants.
Moretti cups my tits and flicks his thumbs over my nipples. Magnum talked about fucking my breasts, and he seems to enjoy watching my husband tease me. He might be a bit of a voyeur, but I remember how he devoured me on the sink in the bathroom at the restaurant, and I shiver.
If history is anything to go by, he watches, then pounces, and I’m down for that.
“Ride me, Vanessa.” Moretti gives my hips a shove, and his crown pushes through my lower lips. He slides up to bump my clit, and I bring a hand down, moving him to my opening. My head falls back against his shoulder, and I sink down. “Take me deep.”
The stretch is just as extreme as it is every time, but I love the way Moretti’s fingertips dig into my hips over the lingerie. He loops a hand around, teasing my swollen nub, and I really get to work bouncing on his cock.
I’m not sure how he manages it, but the fingers of his other hand wrap in my hair, and he pulls my ear close to his mouth.
“You’re stuffed full. Aren’t you, wife?” His breath fans over my ear and down my neck, making me tremble.
All I can do is nod.
My tits ache, feeling full and tight.
I’m soaked, dripping down Moretti’s hard cock.
My eyelids flutter as Magnum once again rubs his erection.
I might be putting on a show for everyone in the audience, but it feels like he’s putting on a private performance for me.
He tugs on his belt, and I worry he’ll injure his shoulder, but he’s a grown man. Hopefully he understands his limits.
“I knew the moment I scented you that you were meant for me,” Moretti says close to my ear. “You were way too young for me with the seven-year age gap.”
I’m overwhelmed.
I want to ask him why he waited so long to claim me if he knew I was meant for him, but I bet it has to do with the marriage arrangement between me and Malachy O’Connor.
“My mother told me a long time ago what your scent means,” Moretti says, and I gasp.
I’ve always wondered how he could smell electric and what it means.
“That particular smell is reserved for soul matches—one step above a scent match.” He nips at my ear. “It’s a connection like no other. Having you this close to me, I can feel how true her story was. I’m not sure how I deluded myself into believing that I could let the O’Connors have you.”
Magnum pulls his cock free of his boxer briefs, wrapping his hand around his shaft. I wish he could join us, but this needs to be me and Moretti.
Mag mentioned before that he was shot in his dominant arm, and he looks a little uncoordinated as he works himself, but fuck me.
It’s so hot.
Combined with Moretti’s hard length inside me, and the way my husband applies more pressure to my clit, there’s no way I’m going to last.
“I should kill him for taking your attention away from me,” Moretti growls, yanking my head back with his hold in my hair. His teeth scrape down my neck, and then he’s standing.
I moan as it wedges him deeper inside me. He stomps around to the back of the chair, keeping me glued to his front with his forearm wrapped around my hip and his hand in my hair.
I’m sure I help a little, considering I tuck my feet behind his ass, holding on for dear life.
“Hands on the back of the chair,” he orders.
Once they’re in place, he backs up a bit. It leaves me stretched between him and the chair.
He pulls my head back and chuckles. “Now we can address your punishment for not warning me.”
The blissful pressure leaves my clit, and a half second later, he lands a stinging slap to my ass. The pain sizzles for a second before turning into warmth and eventually pleasure that radiates throughout my entire body.
My hands wobble, and I pray they don’t give out.
Another spank in a different area.
Then one more.
And again.
My head falls forward as my tits bounce, but Moretti pulls my head back.
“Don’t you want to watch your boyfriend jerk off while he’s daydreaming about being buried in your tight little cunt?” He keeps hold of my hair, forcing me to watch Magnum.
Moretti lands another barrage of spanks, and I’m so close that I might come just from the stretch of him inside me and the pain that turns to pleasure every time he smacks my ass.
That would be crazy.
“Feel free to scream for me, Vanessa,” Moretti says, finally beginning to thrust again.
My nipples and clit throb.
Each lungful of his electric scent makes me more disconnected with reality, and I sob as his cock swells, growing longer and thicker.
Everything gets hazy.
Wait, is this even real life?
A warm, floaty feeling takes over as Moretti batters my cervix. There’s no pain, which is nice, but my ass is still tender.
A good kind of tender.
It’s a great ache.
He yanks my head back and leans around me, striking my neck just below my ear.
The flash of pain converts to bliss immediately, and I wail as I lock down on his swelling cock.
He growls, and it radiates against my skin as he laps at the blood spilling around his canines.
The bond slams into place without any confirmation on my part, but I guess my soul accepted for me.
Moretti’s electric scent floods the connection, and a wave of smug satisfaction follows. His pleasure from his orgasm comes next, and it’s too intense.
I lose my vision as I wail.
Damn, I’ve never seen an actual bonding take place during a claiming ceremony.
The audience tonight definitely got their money’s worth.