Page 33 of Midnight Danger

Chapter Thirteen

Xavier

Over the years, I’d been involved in some serious kink. The kind that left your balls bruised for a week and your dick flying the white flag of surrender. Tying Cassandra to a beam and spanking her was nothing in comparison, yet I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard.

I couldn’t move, my knees locked into position as I held onto Cassandra. Breathing hurt my lungs as I tried to drag a ragged breath in.

The image of her bound before me was engrained in my mind, it would always be there. Cassandra was a proud woman, and the fact she ran from me showed the world she didn’t give a fuck about who I was or what I was worth. That woman had willingly allowed herself to be bound before me and submitted to me spanking her. A lot of people thought they could do that after the Fifty Shades revolution, but the reality was not that many could endure it, wiggling and screaming. Cassandra had taken it all without a complaint or even an utterance of pain.

“Fuck, baby.” I tugged her closer to me, needing her strength right now because I was completely drained emotionally and physically.

Her muscles continued to spasm around me, her orgasm still rippling through her. Some of the rooms had cameras for willing participants to video themselves. Unfortunately, this wasn’t one of them, because I would have loved to have seen her face as I struck her and again when she came apart at the end.

Gathering what little energy I had left, I pulled out of her still quivering core and tucked myself back into my trousers, zipping them up. My cum trickled down her leg and my dick twitched at the sight. The fucker should be down for the count right now.

I released the cuffs at her ankles, and then at her wrists, carrying her over to a bench in the corner of the room. She curled up with her head on my lap, my fingers trailing through her hair.

“I really hope the baby didn’t see your penis,” Cassandra said randomly.

I nearly choked. “What?”

Her giggle echoed up my leg. “Your dick was so far inside me, I was worried the baby would think you were trying to batter your way in to visit.”

A laugh barked free. “There’s an image. Maybe from now on I should only have anal sex with you.”

“Nope, exit only back there,” she muttered. “Why are men so obsessed with anal sex?”

I chuckled, imagining her clenching right now. “It’s a tight passage and really exercises our dicks.” My fingers tipped her head up so I could see her eyes. “Just like when you grab him and work him hard.”

“Then I’ll just grab him a little more often, help keep your mind off my ass.”

A lascivious grin tipped my lips up. “After tonight, my mind is definitely on your ass.”

“Pervert!”

“Only for you.” I winked and that tiny smile that made me want to do bad things to her appeared on her pouty lips.

“So what are these rooms used for?”

My eyebrow quirked and she narrowed her eyes in warning. “Primarily to train the subs, but these rooms are known as the dungeon. Every room is soundproofed and lockable, so you can do whatever you want down here, and no one will ever know.”

“Can you not do that upstairs?”

“To a certain extent. The Twilight Rooms are about inclusion, so a lot of the rooms don’t have doors. Down here is all about privacy. A lot of spouses arrive here together and part ways. Some people are in relationships were they both prefer to dominate, so they come here to do that.”

Cassandra struggled to sit up. “I guess we better have the rest of the tour.” She stopped and groaned. “You ripped my panties again, Zee. I really liked those ones.”

“I told you not to wear any.” We’d had the discussion before we left our apartment, but apparently my fiancée doesn’t feel dressed unless her ass is covered in a scrap of lace.

My heartbeat had just about returned to normal, but when she teetered across the room in those ridiculous heels to bend over and retrieve her dress, my dick definitely paid attention. Her hair had been styled in loose curls, now tight curls framed her flushed face from our excursion. She had the ‘I’ve just been fucked look’ that sent my pulse racing. Her ass was still red from the crop and I wanted to put her over my knee and trace my fingers over the patterns.

“What?” Cassandra queried, her brow wrinkled in confusion as she stared at me.

I shook my head. “Just admiring the view.”

“This is your view every single day.”

Pushing myself to my feet, I made my way toward her. “Yeah, that’s why I put a ring on your finger before anyone else admired it.”

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