Chapter 51
Chapter fifty-one
Aiden
I’ve done my fair share of shitty things in this life, but I’m not sure what I did for the gods to hate me this much.
The sexiest woman I know, the embodiment of every fantasy I’ve ever had, is here with me on an all-expense-paid trip, and we’re both stuck seducing other people in the name of the king.
Is Cassie beautiful? Yes. Is she the type of woman I would have gone for before Annalise, with her beach blonde hair and tits just big enough to fill my hands?
Also, yes. But sitting next to her playing strip poker, my only interest is in getting her retina scanned so I can be ready to steal Ana away as soon as she’s gotten what she needs.
All week long, I’ve been reminding her that there’s nothing to worry about between us. We both have our tasks, then we’ll be back together. But that was before I saw the spark in Julian’s eyes as he drank in every one of her curves in her bikini.
Julian was one of the men talking outside at the beach house.
I remember thinking that if it hadn’t been an act, we could have been friends, but then he couldn’t get his hands on my wife fast enough earlier.
After carrying her laughing and wiggling into the water, I only caught glimpses of them while they talked and laughed in the hot tub and every corner of the pool.
And now, I’m watching him walk away with my world, dressed in a sexy little cocktail dress, and it’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to go after him.
So much for not being jealous.
Shit. Cassie just lost another item of clothing; now she’s down to her underwear. I need to get this over with before she’s naked.
I cough to clear my voice of disinterest and whisper into her ear, “Ready to move to one of the playrooms?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” she says, taking the hand I’m offering to help her up. Without a glance back at me, she heads out of the casino room, pulling me behind her like I’m a dog on a leash.
A benefit of having the hotel bought out is that all of the event space is exclusive, so it’s easy to pass from one room to the next without anyone questioning our lack of clothes.
I still can’t believe I lost my shirt, shoes, and belt back there.
“What kind of play do you want to try? There are a few kink rooms, or the lounge.”
“Why don’t we try to find a spot in the lounge?” I ask, but I can’t contain my curiosity. “What kind of kink rooms are there?”
“Mmm, my newlywed is a naughty boy,” she croons. “There’s your traditional BDSM room with restraints, bondage material, and a St. Andrews cross, then there is a room for hospital roleplay, voyeurism, a paddling room, and then special to this weekend, there is a glory hole room and a nightclub.”
“Wow. I had no idea there would be so many options,” I admit, more to myself than to her.
Stepping into the dimly lit lounge, I have to blink several times for my eyes to adjust. The room has a light fog mist, giving all the intimate areas a hint of privacy—though if someone wanted to watch, the chaise lounges, pillow beds, and thick, fluffy blankets spread across the room wouldn’t stop them.
We find a bed made of pillows that’s still available after grabbing drinks from the bar, and I take a big sip, preparing myself for what I have to do.
Once we’re settled in, I slide my fingers up and down Cassie’s arm.
“I don’t want to wait any longer. Make me feel good,” she says in a pleading voice as she pushes the bottom of my glass up so that my next sip of bourbon turns into me downing the rest of my drink.
Fuck I hate the Thandroan military right now.
Imagining it’s Ana here, not Cassie, I pull her into me by her bare ass, the lace dental floss she’s calling underwear is pinched between her cheeks, already out of my way.
She gasps and starts to say something, but I’m ready to gag her just so I don’t have to hear her talk. Okay, maybe the BDSM room wouldn’t have been a bad choice after all.
We went over likes and limits while we were at the pool earlier. After learning she likes food and drink play, and being submissive, my plan snapped into place.
“Slowly pour your drink over your neck and chest,” I command.
“Yes, Sir,” she says in her seductive tone before pouring a trail from her collarbone all the way down to her underwear.
Gods, this just keeps getting worse.
I tsk loudly at her, but she giggles beneath where I’m hovering. “I didn’t tell you to go so low, did I, Cassie?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, it just slipped.”
“Slipped, hmm?”
“Yes, Sir. A clumsy mistake.”
Leaning down to the top of her underwear, I begin to slowly lick, kiss, and suck up the champagne. Each movement she lets out a moan, the pitch all wrong from my wife, and I can’t help but lightly cover her mouth with my hand to muffle her sounds.
I tease both of her breasts like I’m going to move her bra, but I don’t, and she groans in frustration. But I already know she likes being denied what she wants, one of her driving kinks that led her to being ok with Ana and me saying in advance that we wouldn’t go all the way with them tonight.
When I make it up her throat, her eyes are already closed, and I quickly drop the spelled eye drops into my eyes and return the bottle to my pocket.
This tonic leaves no time for me to hesitate. Reaching down, I palm her slick center.
Her lust-filled eyes shoot open and lock onto mine.
“That’s right. You look at me while I touch you.”
One.
Two.
Three.
“Don’t look away or I'll stop.” I move my palm over her underwear, grinding it against her clit as she moans louder into my hand.
Four.
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Six.
Seven.
She’s rocking against my hand now, but that’s it. The scanning is done. I just need to work my way out of this mess.
I bring her to the edge by drawing patterns on her exposed skin with an ice cube in my mouth and gliding my fingers between her legs, never actually touching where she's desperate to be touched again. But I refuse to bring her to orgasm.
*Smack*
I hear my girls groan, quickly followed by Julian’s voice.
“Are you going to be good for daddy now?”
I search the room until I find the fucking Viking that just said the phrase Ana needed to get out of him, and I see red.
Ana’s bent over the arm of a couch, face still buried in a cushion, and Julian is standing behind her, stroking his cock with one hand while he just spanked her exposed ass with the other.
She’s barely back to her feet when I make it to them, Cassie trying to grab me, to stop me, but it’s no use.
“Aiden—” Ana says as she sees me approach, but I’m too far gone.
My lips are on hers, and I’m lifting her into my arms.
Like the little monkey she is, her legs instantly wrap around my center as I walk away from the lounge.
“If you want a show, you’re welcome to come watch, but no one will be touching my wife but me the rest of the night,” I call back to Julian and a still stunned Cassie, who definitely thought I was charging to hit her husband.
Stalking into the voyeurism room, there are different themed rooms set up behind lightly frosted plexiglass walls.
“Aiden, what are you doing?”
“What I’ve been imagining all night. I am going to get a dance from my wife before I show everyone how good my wife takes all of me. I want them to see your face when I pump you full of my cum.”
“Walk faster,” she demands at the same time Julian’s voice groans, “Fuck, yes,” from only a few feet behind me.
I push into one of the rooms with a dancing platform, stripper pole included, and close the door behind me before I set her on her feet.
“Why don’t you be a good girl and dance for me and all your fans?” I tell her as I pour her a shot of tequila from the in-room bar and get comfortable on a leather couch.
“Ace, I told you, I haven't taught a pole dancing class in almost a year. And there is no way I can dance without music,” she complains, but almost instantly, sound starts through the speakers.
Looking out, Cassie is blowing her a kiss.
“You better not make fun of me,” she says before walking to the bar cart.
Throwing back one more shot before she climbs onto the cushioned stage, she kicks off her shoes, and pulls the hair tie from her hair. She shakes it out into wild, gorgeous waves, and I’m reminded of the night we met.
It’s intoxicating, no, she is intoxicating as her hips begin to sway.
My breath stalls when she moves to the back side of the pole, grinding down it and giving me the perfect view of that pole sliding between her ass cheeks until they’re almost touching the ground.
Her head stays low, but her ass slides its way back up until she’s bent in the perfect position for me to take her from behind.
She glances over her shoulder at me, smiling like she’s been waiting for this exact moment, and winks before rising all the way up. Her arms extend above her head, she bows backward slightly, and her hands wrap around the pole before she throws herself into motion.
She spins around and around, slowly climbing up as my jaw drops wide open.
Cheers break out from the growing crowd, but nothing can pull my eyes from her and the way she’s moving around the pole.
Every movement is hypnotizing. Synchronized to the song playing, like she’s been practicing this routine, not making it up on the spot.
I didn’t know I could be jealous of a pole, but as her leg kicks up and she’s laid bare in the splits against it, I am.
And I continue to be as she dances around on it, sometimes climbing it and spinning, other times wrapping her juicy thighs around it and lying back, letting her body move in thin air.
My heart stops when she drops all but a few inches from the ground, but then she’s on her knees, whipping her hair around and doing a body roll against it.
The whoops and hollers from the other side of the plexiglass are so loud when the song comes to an end that it sounds like everyone from the retreat is out there.
But I don’t care about them.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” I groan as I lift her up and pull her into me. “Tell me what you want. Name anything, and it’s yours.”
“Fuck me, Ace. On this stage. I want them to watch, knowing they can’t have either of us.”
Unzipping my pants, my dick almost hits my stomach as it bursts free. I get my own round of cheers and comments about my cock, the places men and women seem to want it, and how I’m going to tear my wife apart, but I ignore them all.
“Ace?” Ana says, as her back settles against the stage once more.
“Yea, Honey?”
“Don’t be gentle.”
My growl is even louder than the crowd’s as I thrust fully into her in one, fluent thrust.
Her hand starts to shoot up to cover her scream, but I catch it.
“Not tonight, Ana. Let them hear how much you like what I give you.”
Spreading her legs wide in front of me, I’m unable to tear my eyes away from how perfectly she takes me as I pound deep inside her.
Her moans fill the air, echoing against the walls, and amplifying my own pleasure.
“You were made to take my cock weren’t you?” I ask, increasing my speed.
“Yes.”
“Louder, Ana. They can’t hear you.”
“Yes! Fuck! Yes! My cunt was made for you!”
Her moans are only rivaled by the sound of her arousal drenching me with every thrust.
My fingers work her clit, and I can feel her getting closer.
Without warning, I bend her knees up and flip her over so her ass is on full display, my cock dripping with her pleasure.
“Gods, yes! Spank me!”
Fuck, she doesn’t have to tell me twice. Between thrusts, I turn her ass cheeks red.
Every scream makes me push deeper into her. Every moan of harder makes me hold back a little less.
I’m so close, but I need her to finish with me.
“Come for me like the good little wife you are, Ana,” I beg. “Let them see what you look like when you come for the only man that’ll ever fuck you again.”
Her ass pushes back into me as I give one last hard thrust, her orgasm breaking free as she pulsates around me.
I’m so spent, I can’t do much more than pull her to me as I fall beside her on the stage, trying to catch my breath.
She rolls to face me, kissing me like the world is ending, and without a thought, I find myself pushing every bit of our mixed come that's dripping out of her, back in.
“Can’t get you pregnant if they’re not where they’re supposed to be.”
She laughs, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, and I lose myself in the pure joy on her face as she looks up at me.
“Holy shit, girl! You two are going down in retreat history as the best show ever put on. Pretty sure you just gave everyone in attendance enough material to get off to for the next ten years.” Cassie says as she walks in.
I’m about to ask her to kindly fuck off when I notice she’s carrying two robes from the hotel.
After wrapping my very sleepy Ana in hers, I thank Julian for the slippers and water he’s holding for us.
“I can see why you two don’t share all the way. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, the proof of how much he liked the show evident on the scrunched-up shirt he has at his feet.
Once I’ve chugged some water and regained my footing, I carry Ana back up to our room and fall asleep, too tired to shower and too happy to care about the mission we just completed.
“Congratulations on another successful mission, you two!” Major Halden says as we walk into the vault for our debrief.
Captain Lin is sitting next to him, nodding, “Yes, your acting must have been truly impressive because the Walker that was sent in case you need backup was quite impressed. If I remember correctly, the term showstoppers was even used.”
Breaking the stoic facade, Major Halden chokes on a laugh, “I feel like that goes without saying since Annalise was able to get Mr. Blane to say that absurd code phrase.”
I hope my cheeks aren’t as red as they feel, but considering I didn’t even think of an Active Duty Ghost Walker being there with us? I don’t think that’s possible.
“You were right, Sir. She was forced to get creative,” I answer quickly to save her from having to explain what she did to get it.
“Why don’t you two take your seats, and we can get started,” Major Halden says, still trying to stifle a smile as he motions to the chairs in front of his desk.
The details of the mission pour out, Ana and I both recounting our time at the pool and during Casino Night, conveniently cutting off the story as soon as the word Daddy slipped from Julian’s lips.