Chapter 25
Chief
I was hard the entire ride back to the clubhouse.
The way her tight pussy felt clenching around my fingers supplied images to my brain that made keeping focused on riding safely, difficult.
Having her pressed up against me on the back of my bike and knowing she was bare under that dress had me wanting to pull over on the side of the road and fuck her senseless.
But I had better plans than that for tonight, and somehow, we made it back to the clubhouse safely.
“Wow, that was… unexpected,” Sadie chuckles as we pull to a stop and climb off, flushed and a little embarrassed. She awkwardly tugs at her dress, no doubt self-conscious of her nakedness. I have to rearrange myself a little, too. She notices with a triumphant glint in her eyes.
“Told you. You should do as I say more often.”
“Maybe I will,” she says, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“Inside,” I manage to choke out.
She smirks, swaying her hips as she walks ahead. I can still taste her on my tongue, still smell that fucking amazing smell of her, and I rush to catch up, paranoid that somehow the other men will smell the sex radiating off her too. Mine, my brain growls.
Thankfully, the clubhouse is quiet when we return, and there’s no sign of the guys.
We head upstairs to check on Owen. Dash is in Owen’s room, fast asleep in the chair beside the bed, a book splayed open on his lap.
Owen sleeps soundly in his bed. Sadie peeks in, smiling softly, and I wonder if the moment has gone. That she’ll make excuses to go to bed.
She shuts the door quietly and turns to look at me. “So…”
“You’re probably tired—”
“—your room or mine?” she says at the same time.
“—You’ve had a lot to drink,” I finish.
She looks me dead in the eye. “Not too much to know I want this.”
“You might change your mind about that in a second,” I warn. I scoop her up, carrying her to my room, too impatient now that I have her home to wait.
Sadie lets out a little yip of surprise but doesn’t complain. When I place her down again on the floor of my bedroom, she looks around curiously. She chuckles. “From the way you were talking, I was expecting some kind of sex dungeon,” she says with a nervous giggle.
My stomach drops. I don’t laugh.
Sadie turns to look at me, her smile faltering when she sees my face. “Wait, do you have a sex dungeon?”
I take a deep breath. I just gotta rip the band-aid off. We’ve come this far. She needs to know, and I think I’ll die if I can’t touch her again. Or we’ll attempt to have normal sex with disastrous consequences.
“I wouldn’t call it a dungeon as such…”
Her eyes widen with what I hope is excitement and curiosity as I walk toward the bookcase that hides my playroom behind it.
The bookcase door slides open, revealing the small room behind it.
“It was once a walk-in wardrobe, but I repurposed it,” I explain as she tentatively steps inside, looking around.
Somehow, the fact that I didn’t build it makes it feel less sinister. At least I hope so.
Sadie’s fingers trace the leather swing, which creaks and rocks gently.
The sight of her in here alone is enough to make my cock stir.
She moves to the display cases where the various toys, ropes, and bindings are.
Her gaze lingers briefly on each one before moving to the next.
She pauses at the large X-shaped wooden cross against the wall, looking at the wrist and ankle ties.
Next, she moves to the small bed, which is similarly equipped with ties that can bind a person in multiple positions.
Finally, she sits on the strange, bendy-shaped sex couch, ideal for bending someone over it, and looks at me.
“So, that’s it? You’re into bondage?” The corner of her mouth quirks upward as she suppresses a smile.
It takes me a moment to register what she’s said. I had been preparing for shock, disgust, fear, but not amusement. “Oh, you’ve been with lots of guys with sex dungeons dedicated to BDSM, have you?”
She laughs now, covering her mouth. “No, I haven’t. But I’ve read Fifty Shades of Grey. BDSM isn’t exactly the scandalizing taboo thing it once was.”
I’m rendered speechless. She’s right, of course, but most women are at least a little intimidated by the idea of extreme BDSM.
“Sorry.” She shakes her head, giggling again. “But you should see your face.”
“I’m glad you find this so amusing.”
She holds up her hand. “I’m not teasing you, I swear. I was just worried that it was going to be something… I don’t know, worse?”
I lower my voice, wanting her to understand how serious I am. “Sadie, I’m not just into a bit of light bondage, silk ties, and blindfolds. My tastes are somewhat extreme.”
She nods. “I can see that. But it doesn’t scare me. Quite the opposite, actually,” she says, standing up to move closer to me.
Her presence intoxicates me. It’s even more overwhelming in this room.
I take a breath, wanting to make sure I explain myself without scaring the hell out of her.
“Sadie, for me, it’s different. This isn’t just some fun experiment that we can stop if you don’t like it.
If you agree to do this with me now, you’ll be mine.
Ours, the four of us, if you want it. There will be no going back to the way things were before. ”
“What, you want me to sign some sort of contract like in the movie?” Her laugh is a little more nervous now.
“Exactly.”
She blinks. “Oh.” She considers the implication for a moment. “So, if we do this now, you want me to sign something that says I’m what? Your property?”
“No, of course not. You are your own woman, your own person, you’ll still have autonomy and control over most aspects of your life.”
She visibly relaxes. “So what does it mean?”
“It means you’ll be my old lady. Our old lady. In our world that means something.” I try to lighten it a little. “We can include some fun sex slave bits too, though, and the guys will sign too, if you want us all. We’ll be loyal to you and you alone.”
“Jesus, Chief. This is a big deal.”
“I know. It’s okay if it’s not what you want.”
She runs her hands through her hair. “I don’t know. I think I do… It’s just a bit sudden. We haven’t even, you know…” I give her a moment to think. “Do I have to sign right now? Can’t I take some time to think about it?”
“Of course you can.” I move to leave the room.
When I turn back, aware she isn’t following, my jaw drops to the floor.
She’s slipped her dress from her shoulders.
I knew from the way her nipples poked against the fabric, driving me insane all night, that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I had already removed her panties, so now she stands bared before me in all her glory.
Holy shit. I’m screwed.
She crooks her finger at me. “That doesn’t mean you can show me exactly what I’m signing up for, does it?”
I want to tell her that that’s exactly what it should mean. But the words die in my throat. Drawn by an invisible string, I walk toward her in a daze, peeling my jacket off and dropping it to the floor as I go.
“Where do you want me first?” she asks, and my cock stands to attention.
I’m meant to be the one in control, yet somehow, she’s rendered me helpless against her.
I’d planned to take it easy on her the first time, the bed, or the couch, but it’s like she’s waving a red flag to a bull, and all reason goes out of the window.
I want to show her exactly what she’s getting into.
I’m tempted to tie her up shibari style, but I don’t have the patience for that, not now.
“Swing,” I grunt.
She nods, suddenly silent and compliant as I move her over and help her get in, carefully and gently securing her tightly in it.
When she’s fastened tightly, looking so good that my cock strains painfully against my pants, I take a step back to admire her, letting my eyes linger over every inch of her perfection.
Her lips part as she breathes heavily, aroused by the anticipation.
“Pick a safe word.”
Her brow furrows. “Can’t I just say stop?”
“You will say stop, even if you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t need—”
“Pick one.”
She rolls her eyes. “Pickles.”
I nod. “That will do. If you’re gagged and can’t speak, thumbs down. Anytime you say or do that, I’ll stop immediately. Okay?”
She gulps, but nods.
I can’t wait any longer. If I don’t touch her, I’ll explode.
I tear my clothing off in record time, enjoying the hungry, appreciative look in her eyes.
I drop to my knees in front of her, wanting to get another taste of her.
Tasting her on my fingers earlier nearly made me throw caution to the wind and fuck her right there in the alley.
She’s still wet, or perhaps newly aroused, and she tastes so good. She gasps as my tongue delves between her folds, licking her juices. The leather creaks and groans as she struggles against her bonds, trying to reach out for me. I stop, abruptly getting up. She moans in displeasure. “Don’t stop.”
I chuckle softly, leaning over to kiss her, sliding my tongue in her mouth so she can taste herself. “You’re not the one in charge, remember?”
I move to pick out some toys, smiling to myself as I hear her straining in the swing, trying to see what I’m doing.
When I return, arms laden with goodies, her eyes widen.
She bites her lip in that frustratingly sexy way of hers, and my cock grows harder still.
Her eyes drop to it, and she wriggles, rolling her hips.
But I don’t plan to fuck her, not just yet.
I pull out the vibrator, and she blinks. “Are you going to fuck me?”
I shake my head, turning it on, the vibration loud in the quiet room. “Not yet. Not until you beg me.”
I press the vibrator against her slit, sliding it in with ease, she’s so turned on.
She tilts her head back and moans as I fuck her with it, the rabbit ears tapping against her clit.
My mouth captures her nipples, sucking and biting them as I fuck her with the toy.
Her juices drip down her thighs, and the sounds of her breathy moans are like music to my ears.
It doesn’t take long for her to reach the edge, rattling the chains that hang the swing to the ceiling. “Chief, I—oh God! I’m so close.”
I stop, switching the vibrator off. “No!” she moans.
“You cum when I say you can, and only then.”
“Please… I need… I need more.”
“What…” I murmur, kissing her. “What do you want?”
“I need you to fuck me,” she begs, remembering to add, “Please!”
I pull the vibrator free, giving her no time before I plunge deep and hard inside her.
She screams out as my cock fills her, stretching her wide.
I turn the cock ring on that I put on moments before, the vibrations thrumming against her clit while sending ripples through my shaft.
Fuck, she feels good. Too good. So good that I don’t know, even with my self-control, if I’ll be able to hold off long enough tonight to do everything I want to her.
I grip her waist, bouncing her up and down on my cock with ease.
Her breasts bounce, red rings around the nipples from my mouth.
She tilts her head back, baring her throat, the blue veins standing out against the pale skin.
Without thinking, I wrap my hands around her neck and apply a little pressure.
Her eyes widen, snapping to me, a trace of fear flashing through them before she relaxes and closes her eyes, leaning into it.
It’s at this point that many other women have drawn the line, but she only moans louder, grows wetter.
I can feel she’s getting close, that she’s about to orgasm.
She’s fucking perfect.
In a swift, well-practiced motion, I pull out of her, releasing her neck, and flip her over so her arms and legs cross over each other and her ass is pointing up in the air. I lick her from ass to clit, tasting her slowly, making her gasp and moan, “Holy shit.”
Then I drive back into her again, the angle even deeper and tighter this time. I bury my hand in her hair, pulling her head back, tight enough to bring tears to her eyes, but not so tight as to cause too much pain. “Chief,” she breathes.
Her ass is so pale and perky, I can’t help myself from marking it, claiming it. Without thinking, I spank her, once, twice, three times, the last harder than I intended.
“Fuck!” she screams.
I expect to hear the safeword, slowing down to a stop, just the tip of my cock inside her. I hold it there, giving her time.
“Don’t stop,” she moans.
I chuckle, awed by her, pushing myself in deep as I can go and holding it there. “I thought I told you, I’m the one in charge.”
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs.
I smile, she’s a fast learner. “Good girl.”
The swing groans, sweat glistens across our skin, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and moans fills the room, and before long, to my surprise, I find myself getting close. Usually, I’d stop now, make it last, tease her for hours, but I can’t stop myself, not this time.
“Cum with me,” I command instead.
“Oh God, yes.”
Just like that, the release I’ve been denying her comes, and she screams as she climaxes, the orgasm rippling through her and pulling mine out of me with a roar. I don’t stop, moving slower and stilling until we’ve both finally finished.
I turn her over, kissing her on the lips. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay,” she says, looking at me through hooded eyes. I move to release her, starting by untying her wrist. “What, just the once?” she taunts.
I had thought that it would be too intense, too sore, that I should take it easy on her the first time, but damn, that’s tempting.
Now I’m wondering if I should simply move her to another spot or see if the others want to join.
I look at her flushed face, watching me as if she can read my mind.
Her eyes gleam with the challenge. She knows exactly what she’s doing, what effect her words have on me, which is exactly why I deny her.
In this battle of wills, I have to win if I want her to sign the contract, and after that, God do I want her to.
“Maybe we should see who else is here? Have the guys come and fuck you, too. Do you think you could handle all four of us at once in here?”
Her eyes alight with excitement. “Yes.”
“Sign the contract then.”
Her mouth pops open with disbelief as I untie her, kissing her gently on the lips and handing her a silk robe to put on. It takes all of my willpower not to tie her back up again as she stands there, naked and glistening in the soft lamplight.
“You’re serious?”
“About you, yes. I don’t want this to be a fling or an experiment for you. I want you, Sadie. One night isn’t enough.”
No amount of time will ever be enough.
I might be acting like I’m in control, like I hold all the cards, the power, but the truth is, from the moment I kissed her tonight, maybe even before, she’d won.