Page 5 of Bound to the Chef

Seven days without an orgasm and with me edging her daily was enough of a deterrent for her to mind her manners and not scream at me. Granted, with all she’s gone through today, with the gamut of emotions that’s ricocheted throughout her mind and body, I’d probably be a bit lenient with her. Besides, it is her wedding night too, after all.

It would be such a shame for me to make her suffer on this of all nights. My smirk turns feral as I pull into the parking lot of the small kink club. I can smell the sex and need pouring off of her, and soon, everyone else will smell it too.

CHAPTER3

RHYLEE

My heart slams in my chest as I stare up at the club. Normally, it’s not imposing—just a brick-and-mortar place to act out my most deviant fantasies. Tonight should be just like every other night I’ve played here with Master Jason. And yet, deep in my gut, I know everything is different.

No matter how much of himself he gave me, there was always a piece he seemed to hold back. I couldn’t put my finger on it exactly. And it wasn’t as if he left me anything other than completely satisfied. There was just a hesitancy. More than likely, he was fighting against claiming me.

But that’s a moot point now. I’m his wife. And he made it very clear I’m not leaving this club without his claiming mark on my body. Slick gathers at my thighs at the thought of his teeth plunging into my skin as cum shoots deep inside me. Honestly, it would have made the vampire costumes even more fitting.

Master Jason studies me, his eyes noting every hitch of breath, every physical reaction as it plays over my body. He never needed a bond to read me, to know me. How much more potent will our joining be once he’s inside my head for good?

“Penny for your thoughts, love.” His voice breaks through the fog, through the anticipation that threatens to cloud my mind.

“How many pennies you got?” I tease, looking down into the middle console where all loose change goes to die.

“Would you rather I just take you home and enjoy our wedding night with just the two of us?” He watches me, waiting for my response.

I don’t dare lie to him. He’d know in an instant. “I’m not sure. Honestly, I feel that it would take away the opportunity for our friends to join in our celebration. They’ve been here since the beginning, and it seems only fair they have a part in this.”

He smiles at me, a large grin that bares his teeth. “Excellent. Now, for negotiations. Once we enter those doors, it will be just like every other night. I order, and you obey. Help, no, stop, and please don’t are not safewords. I will not listen to them. Besides,” he pauses to slide a finger down my cheek. “You don’t enjoy telling me no. What's your safeword?”

“Meatloaf.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I sure as hell won’t do that.”

“Good girl. Any concerns or objections before we go in? Because once we’re inside, all negotiations come to a halt.”

I think through all the types of play we’ve done before. Yes, he’s pushed just about every limit I had, but he never did it in a way that made me feel unsafe. If I trusted him then, there’s no reason not to trust him now.

“I’m good, Master.”

“Then let’s go.”

He exits the car and comes over to my side, opening my door like the gentleman he is. It’s one thing that drives me wild about him. On the outside, he’s this calm, serene, gentlemanly Alpha. Anyone seeing him would think he was just the nicest, most upstanding man.

But I know the difference. Underneath that veneer of civility he shows the world is a ferocious beast who cannot wait to destroy me, to defile me, to own me heart and soul. Stifling a whimper, I take Master Jason’s hand, noting the knowing smirk crossing his lips.

He knows exactly what it does to me, and God help me, but it makes his gigantic ego even bigger. But then… I wouldn’t have it any other way. His ego is one of the things that first sparked my interest. It’s not a secret that I get a hard on for men who know exactly what they’re doing and are able to execute tasks with a precision that’s breathtaking.

It’s probably why he’s a head chef. It’s hard to imagine anyone else being able to control the staff and put out pristine dishes—works of art—like he can. Even now, I study his hands, noting the strength in those thick fingers.

They can reduce me to a pile of goo with little effort at all. Those same fingers rise, brushing against my face with a tenderness that makes me ache. With a sigh, I lean in, soaking in his warmth.

Standing, I pause, feeling his cum sliding down my inner thigh. It doesn’t help that I’m still a wet, quivering mess. My slick aids his essence, making everything sticky.

With each flutter of the soft breeze that passes by, the scent of our combined arousal reaches my nose. I should be mortified, but I’m not. In fact, it only makes me moan as intense need clenches my insides.

Master Jason looks down at me, his eyes glinting with dark intent. “No matter what happens tonight, you are mine. I love you with a fierceness unlike any you’ve ever seen or known from me. Now that you’re my wife, I can finally show you that side of me. I can release both my affection and lust on you without inhibition.”

He takes my hand in his and leads me toward the club. After tonight, my life will be changed forever. I will be irrevocably tied to him. No longer will I be Rhylee Peterson. I will be Rhylee Anderson in both name and body.

Pounding music pours from the building as we approach, setting an erotic hum thrumming through my body. I allow the beat to seep into me, transforming me from a simple sous chef to an exotic woman about to be defiled by her husband.

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