Page 4 of Bound to the Chef

They talk about sex to reaffirm life, and in a way, this is similar. For a moment, there was a chance she was lost to me forever. If she married someone else… I would never stand in the way of her happiness if he could give her what she wanted.

But no one else could do for her what I do. I see deep down into her soul, even without the aid of a bond. I know what she needs, what she craves. She was made for me, my perfect match.

Even now, our bodies meld together, aligning perfectly. Her small frame fits inside the shelter of my own, as if designed with me in mind. It honestly makes sense that our genetics match what I already know. Rhylee is my other half, the missing piece of my soul.

Next to us, the officiant tosses his hands in the air and walks off, frustrated with our lack of respect and decorum. Not that I care. I have my omega. That’s all I need.

Pulling away, I take her down the aisle and out the door, pausing so we can sign the necessary documents. From there, I scoop her into my arms, carrying her out to my car. I don’t want to be separated even for a moment, but I force myself to let her go so I can drive us to the party.

“Wait, my car!”

“This is a government building. No one will dare mess with it. Tomorrow, I’ll drive us back here and you can get it. But for now, you’re not leaving my sight.” I pick up her hand and kiss the back, reveling in the smoothness of her skin against my lips.

My cock throbs and my balls ache as I breathe in her scent, filling my lungs with her and only her. It’s torture pulling away to drive, but the only saving grace is knowing I’ll soon have her underneath me, fucking her, claiming her, making her mine in every sense of the word.

“I know it will make us late, but are we going to change for the party?”

A wolfish smile parts my lips as I glance over at her. “Oh, I think this is costume enough. Besides, don’t tell me you don’t relish the idea of me peeling off this wedding finery to fuck you like the dirty girl you are.”

Arousal perfumes the air, setting me on edge. I grip the steering wheel, forcing myself to concentrate on something other than the slick I know is gathering at the juncture of her thighs. God, but I want to taste her. I want her arousal to fill my mouth, to slide down my throat. Just thinking about it makes precum pearl at my tip.

Navigating the narrow streets is difficult enough, but doing so with a raging erection is even harder. Pulling off into a secluded spot, I throw the car in park and jump out. I know I wanted to wait until the party to defile her, but I can’t wait that long.

I yank her car door open and motion for her to step outside. Before she can even so much as ask, I pull her away and slam the door shut, tossing her against the side. Her fingers scrabble over the metal as her needy whine fills the air.

She moans, thrusting her hips forward as she watches me unbuckle my belt. With a smirk, I motion for her to turn around, facing the road we pulled away from. No one can see us; however, the whizzing lights are enough of a reminder that we are far from alone.

At any point, someone else could decide to investigate what’s happening. Rhylee’s breaths come in hard pants as my deviant little omega parts her thighs for me, sighing as I fist her dress in my hands and shove it up. Just as I thought. She’s soaking wet.

In the waning light, I can see the outline of her pussy against her panties, her lips puffy and swollen, dripping with arousal. Sliding the soaked gusset to the side, I waste no time in lining up my head with her opening. I surge forward, invading her, impaling her with hard thrusts.

Her gasps punctuate the night in time with me pistoning in and out. Gripping her hips, I give her that bite of pain she craves. She tosses her head back, her moan ringing out, echoing throughout the trees. There’s no way no one heard that.

Bending low, I nip at her earlobe. “Careful, my greedy little minx. Keep that up and someone will definitely hear you. Or is that what you want? Do you want someone to find you like this, with your wedding gown hiked up about your hips while I fuck you into oblivion? Do you want them to see just how wet you’re getting being fucked against the car like the little whore you are for me?”

Her inner walls ripple around me as she cries out, softer this time. My little omega may be a little bit of an exhibitionist, but there’s still a bit of her she’s holding back. After tonight, however, there won’t be much left for her to be embarrassed about.

Our friends will watch as I objectify her, turning her into nothing as I use her. And she will enjoy every minute of it because that’s just what my filthy girl needs. She needs me to strip her bare, to give her freedom in subspace.

Just thinking about the plans that await us has my balls clenching, drawing up so tightly it’s almost painful. Rhylee quivers beneath me, her body primed, waiting, desperately searching for release. But she won’t come. Not until I give her permission.

Wrapping my arms about her waist, I press her into the car, nearly smothering her with my bulk. I keep my knot outside her inviting pussy as cum surges from me, shooting deep inside her. A groan slips from my lips as I rock back and forth, sawing in and out as I shove my essence deeper into her.

Finally, as the aftershocks die down, I pull out, dropping her dress back down to cover her legs. Slick and cum coat my cock, making it shine in the lights of the passing cars.

“You know the rules, omega,” I growl, ripping my suit jacket off and tossing it to the ground as a barrier between the dirty gravel and her knees. “Clean me up.”

Without hesitation, Rhylee sinks down, her hands resting palm up on her thighs. Leaning forward, she takes my cock into her mouth. It’s still partially hard, my body humming with the incompleteness of having not knotted her.

It’s nothing compared to the desperation that simmers through the air as she laps at me, cleaning me with ruthless efficiency. Once I’m clean, I tuck my cock away and help her back into the car, tossing the jacket in the back.

The orgasm helps keep my mind focused as I make my way back into the traffic and on to our final destination. Next to me, Rhylee fiddles with her hands, her fingers twitching as she hovers over her pussy. She wants to get off. I can feel sexual frustration pouring off of her.

“Don’t worry, my little wife. I won’t make you go all night without release.”

She gives me a soft smile before staring out the window. I know she’s keeping quiet for a reason. One of the first things we worked on when entering our dynamic was her disrespectful mouth. Granted, I’m fine with her voicing a need or frustration, but she will still do so with respect.

No doubt she’s so anxious to come she knows she won’t be able to control her words as well as she would like. And she knows coming at me the wrong way will ensure she doesn’t get to come until the next day or even longer. My lips quirk up into a smirk as I remember the last time we had a huge clash.

---