Page 17 of Bound to the Chef

Next to me, her eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she takes in the soft lights. “Did you do this?”

“I may have had a little help.”

At the entrance doors, Aaron and Michelle stand proud in their elegant clothes. Tears stain her cheeks as she holds them open for us to enter. Inside is just a lovely with silks and lights draped from the ceiling down to the floor. Smatterings of candles lend an ethereal glow. This is what our wedding should have been like.

On either side of a makeshift aisle, our friends from the club sit and wait, their large smiles making my heart squeeze with happiness. As soon as Aaron takes his place at the front, he motions us to walk forward.

“Dearly beloved,” he starts, then laughs so hard he has to stop to wipe his eyes. “I'm just teasing. You've already done that part. As you all know, Jason and Rhylee found their start here in this club. He felt it was only fitting that we, his kinky family, observe as he and Rhylee commit themselves together as Master and slave. Jason, you may proceed.”

“From the moment I saw you in the restaurant, I knew I had to have you. You were a young, naïve little submissive who yearned for a loving hand and stern guidance. It has been my privilege to watch you grow and blossom into the submissive you are today.Mysubmissive. Even if we weren't matched by the government, I would have put my collar around your neck. Damn the consequences.”

I take in a deep breath and continue. “You are my world, my life, my soul, and the very air I breathe. I promise, as your master, I will care for you, cherish you, and honor you with my body, my words, and my very being. You are the only one for me, my precious Rhylee, and it is my hope that you will wear my collar with pride.”

Aaron steps forward again, his eyes suspiciously wet. “Rhylee, if you accept his ownership of you, then kneel.”

Without hesitation, she sinks down to her knees, so poised, so graceful. “I don't have anything planned,” she croaks out, unshed tears clogging her throat. “Not like this. But you, Master Jason, are my life, the air I breathe, and my very soul. It will be an honor to wear your collar. In this life and in the next. There is no one else for me but you.”

My hands tremble as I put the band around her neck and lock it in place. The trust and love I feel flowing through the bond nearly bring me to my knees. As I ease her up from the floor, I find I cannot resist the allure of her lips any longer. It's been far too long since I've kissed my bride.

“Forever?” I whisper against her lips.

“And a day,” she replies back, sighing as our lips finally meet.

All around us, the others cheer, but I barely hear them. All I can hear is the pounding of our hearts through the bond. Two hearts, one beat. As it should have been from the very beginning.

EPILOGUE

RHYLEE

Six Month Checkpoint

A happy sigh drifts from my lips as I stretch out in the bed. My inner thighs ache as I shift about, but I don't care. I’ll take any discomfort my husband and master wishes to give me.

Reaching up, I slide my fingers along the eternity collar before glancing over at Master Jason’s snoring form. Even in the dredges of sleep, he looks stern and imposing. Slick gathers between my thighs as I lick my lips, contemplating just what the ferocious frown does to me.

I slide over, lifting the sheet. His thick erection stands firm and tall, just begging me to savor it. Though I’m not allowed to get off without express permission, Master Jason has no such rules. And so, I wiggle in between his splayed thighs and breathe in the musky, masculine scent that surrounds his warm body.

With a grin, I run the tip of my tongue along his shaft, nearly giggling as his cock jerks, precum pearling at the tip. It’s a treat I’m never able to resist. Wrapping my lips around his thick, plump head, I lap at his slit, taking his salty seed into my mouth. It’s bitter like coffee, but with a hint of cream to it, making it the best thing to wake up to in the morning.

I work quickly, sliding his girth deep into my mouth. A representative from the Governing Body is supposed to be here this morning, and I want to give Master Jason my gift before that happens. He grunts in his sleep, rocking his hips back and forth in a silent entreaty.

Gripping his knot, I take him back into my throat and choke on his length before pulling back. He shifts, and through the bond, I realize the moment he goes from thinking this is all a dream and realizing his submissive is in between his thighs, feasting.

“I want you riding me, Rhylee,” he growls, reaching beneath the sheets to run his fingers through my hair. “I want to fuck you, to have my cum dripping down your thighs when we meet this representative.”

“Yes, Sir,” I fairly chirp. “Happy to oblige.”

“I bet you are,” he grumbles, tossing his arm over his eyes to block out the morning light streaming from between the slits in the blinds.

Climbing up his body, I rest my hands against his hard abs, using them to brace myself as I lower. He’s always thicker from this angle, and so I take my time, easing myself down in minute movements that have my inner thighs screaming.

His rough hands circle around my waist as I settle above him. They clench around me as I wriggle about, finding just the right angle. I can't help the smile that crosses my lips as he groans again, curse words littering the air.

And then he moves. Oh god, it feels so good to feel him surging up inside me, the tip of his cock gliding over that spot inside that makes my toes curl. Leaning down, I lay against his chest as he pistons in and out of me. He wraps his arms about my shoulders, hugging me close as he threatens to shatter me into a billion pieces.

Through the bond, I feel his love surging forward, filling me, consuming me. I answer back in kind, sharing with him every hope and dream I have for us, for the future. He is my life, my soul, my very being.

Rising back up, I ride him hard, crying out as he invades me, owns me. My orgasm hovers close as I feel him moving in and out, the pleasure nearly consuming me. I lock eyes with Master Jason, showing him through the bond what I plan to do.

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