Page 10 of Bound to the Chef

At the base of the table, I ease the anal hook from her, grinning as she gasps and squirms again. Slick flows from her body as need tightens her muscles. Soon, my little wife. Soon.

After walking the hook over to a sanitization station, I slip off my apron and mask before heading back to the table. I scoop my omega into my arms, ignoring the sticky mess as she presses herself into me. It feels so damned good to hold her, to feel the vibration of arousal thrumming off of her.

Taking her into the shower, I draw her close as the hot water runs over us, engulfing us in a watery cocoon. Again, I clean her, taking my time as I scrub every bit of my seed and strawberry from her body. I turn her around this time, not forcing her to face the crowd as I rub shampoo into her scalp.

The decadent moan has me hard again. Though, let’s be honest, since I haven’t been able to knot her, I’ve been in this constant state of having a semi. When she backs up against me, her body rubbing against my cock, I grit my teeth as more precum wells to the tip.

At this rate, I’ll just dirty her up even as I’m cleaning her. Pulling back, I keep my touch clinical, hurrying through the rest of the motions until not a trace remains on her body. Once more, an omega waits for us with towels, and this time, I allow Rhylee to wrap it around her body, covering her nakedness.

Taking her hand in mine, I bring her over to a separate room, one that’s made for intimate moments such as ours. I had debated claiming her and marking her in front of our friends, but truthfully, this is a moment I want to share between just the two of us. With a soft smile, I lay her down on the soft pillows, so reminiscent of a nest.

Granted, she’s nowhere near her heat, but it should be comforting, nonetheless. Rhylee groans as she snuggles in deeper, her contentment flooding over me. Skimming down her body, I part her legs, hooking her knees over my shoulders.

“From this point on, I want you to orgasm whenever you feel like it. I want your release to coat my face, to drip onto my body. I want you to scream my name to the heavens, understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she sighs, her legs going limp over me.

Taking full advantage of her languid state, I run my lips over her pussy, teasing, tasting, drawing her potent scent deep inside me. I tease her clit, lashing at it with my tongue. Now that she’s no longer some inanimate object, she rocks her hips up and down, moaning as I taste her.

I slide my fingers deep inside, curling them up to hit that spot that never fails to drive her wild. Rhylee thrashes about, her words incoherent. But I don’t need to make sense of them to understand the intent.

My balls clench as her inner walls flutter about me. It makes my cock jerk, dragging a ragged grunt from my lips. I need to be inside her. I need to feel her body around mine.

Pulling out, I hover over her, capturing her lips with mine. I force her to taste her arousal on my tongue as I shove it deep inside, tangling with her own. At the same time I invade her mouth, I surge forward, impaling her with my cock.

She cries out, the sound muffled by my kiss, but I hear it deep in my soul. Rocking back and forth, I pound into her, driving us both closer to that peak. Her body shudders beneath mine as she scores her nails down my back.

With a loud roar, I arch up, the discomfort of her grip spurring me on. I slam into her, each thrust making my knot swell even more. If I’m going to knot her without tearing her small body, I need to be inside sooner rather than later.

Sweat drips down our bodies as we strain, both of us needing this release. I cage her head with my hands, allowing my purr to soothe her, keep her calm as I work my knot past the tight ring of flesh that threatens to keep me out. The moment the vibrations ripple along her skin, she relaxes.

It’s enough to allow me to inch forward. It’s agony going this slowly. With each millimeter I gain, my body screams at me, demanding I force my way in. But I don’t want our claiming night to be tainted because I couldn’t control myself.

Gritting my teeth, I reach between us, stroking her clit. With a loud wail, she breaks apart, her orgasm tearing through her. Distracted as she is, I shove through the rest of the way, her pleasure tempering the pain.

The moment my knot breaches her entrance, she comes again, her body undulating as she seeks for me to be deeper, even more connected. I rock inside her body, groaning as her inner walls clamp down, gripping around me like a vise. Leaning down, I lap at the juncture between her neck and shoulder, preparing the skin for my bite.

Blood coats my lips as I bear down, my teeth breaking through her skin. The instant I taste it, my balls clench so hard I can barely breathe. Her soft whimpers tear at my insides, but it has to be done.

Despite the pain of my claiming mark, she orgasms again, her inner walls fluttering around me, as if her body begs me to join her. There’s a moment’s pause and hesitancy before cum shoots from my cock, coating her insides. Relief floods through my veins as I finally fully drain my balls, filling her up with every ounce of cum I possess.

However, the respite is short-lived, soon overpowered by the bond weaving around us. It anchors me to her, tying me to Rhylee in a way I never thought possible. I can feel her inside me, residing in my heart…The other half of my soul that’s been missing since birth.

Groaning, I force myself to pull my teeth out of her and lap at the wound. Part of me half expects the feelings to dissipate, to flutter off like a caged bird finally gaining its freedom. But it doesn’t.

Instead, they continue to develop, growing stronger as I hold her in my arms. How have I lived without this? It’s as if my world was gray and dull, drab, only lightened when Rhylee was in my arms. Now, it’s a riot of colors threatening to swallow me up.

Beneath me, she moans softly as she snuggles into my frame. So small, so delicate… mine. I thought I was possessive before, but now that she carries my mark, I know I would fight hell itself to keep her safe.

Now I understand why it’s illegal to bond with someone against their will. I now own a piece of her soul, a fragile sliver I’ll never be able to return. In this, our hearts and souls meld as one.

I know without a shadow of a doubt if harm were to befall her, I’d never survive. It’s not just because of the bond, but because I never want to live in a world where she no longer exists. Clutching her close, I vow then and there to protect her at all costs.

Gazing down at my wife, I can’t help the burst of love that flows through me. To think, this morning, I was simply preparing for a kinky, deviant Halloween party. I never expected my little Samhain sacrifice would end up being my wife.

When I received that text from the Governing Body, I thought my life was over. Even though we were never mated, I knew I couldn’t live my life without Rhylee by my side. Thankfully, I’ll never have to even contemplate what that would be like.

With a sigh, I nuzzle her cheek, listening to her soft snores. Once I take her home and see to her bite, I’ll collar her, giving her the gift I’ve wanted since the moment she first knelt at my feet.

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