Page 6 of Bound to the Chef

Master Jason has been closed-lipped about what he planned for tonight, but I know I’ll enjoy it, no matter what it is. As we enter, I blink up at the blacklight fixtures humming above us, turning everything into a dull blueish purple. Other colors pop, making some of the costumes look especially heinous.

A pair of ghosts, their faces covered, come toward us with open arms. Michelle and Aaron, the club owners, look us up and down, Aaron's brows furrowing.

“Is it safe to dress up like that? I mean, I know it’s Halloween, but I wouldn’t really go antagonizing the Governing Body like that.” He pauses, glancing up into the high rafters. “I haven’t found any recording devices, but you never know with them.”

“This isn’t a costume,” Master Jason chuckles, holding up my hand to show them the ring. “We were chosen for each other by the Governing Body.”

“What?” Michelle shrieks, engulfing me in a huge hug. “That’s the best news ever! I thought I was lucky when they paired me with Daddy, but we didn’t even know each other. He just somehow completed me. Oh, but this is just perfect!”

“I agree,” I smile, gazing up at Master Jason.

“Are you still wanting to go through with your scene tonight?” Aaron asks.

“Yes, but with a caveat. I’ll announce it before we begin.”

“Very well. The club is yours.”

Around us, other club members gather, their curious stares making my cheeks warm. Is everyone but me aware of what’s supposed to happen tonight? They pull up chairs around the massage table, their eyes flashing with arousal.

Normally, when Master Jason and I play, there are always a few people watching. They want to see just how hard he can strike before I cry out. I never give them the satisfaction, though. I hold on, gritting my teeth, defying my master with my body.

It’s a game we both love and crave. For me, I need to be broken apart, to reach the point where I can’t hold on any longer and must drift off into subspace. For Master Jason, he craves the violence he’s able to unleash upon me.

This time, however, it’s not just a person here or there. It’s everyone. Their scary masks beam up at me, setting my nerves on edge. It’s not as bad when I can see everyone and know just who it is that’s watching me, but most of these people give away nothing.

They could be strangers, for all I know. Glancing up at Master Jason, I note his smirk. He planned it like this. He had to. Just one more bite of fear to make my submission all the more poignant.

Leading me over to the table, he places his hand on my shoulders. “Tonight, I was going to bring before you a Samhain sacrifice to feast upon, to mark with your fertile seed.” I tense, understanding dawning on me.

Oh fuck. He’s planning a bukkake scene. I just know it. It’s one of those things I’ve toyed with, not sure if I can handle it or not. But now that I’m faced with the possibility, my mind and body are at war.

Slick gathers at the idea of people, practically strangers with their masks on, using my body to reach release. The humiliation, the degradation, and the ramifications burn through my head, leaving me a quivering, needy omega. But the other side, the slightly rational part, doesn’t want to be shared in that way. Not with being a new wife and all.

“However,” he continues, his gravelly voice doing bad things to my insides. “Things have changed. The Governing Body has deemed my little pain slut Rhylee is to be my wife. As such, no one will dare put one bit of their essence on her. I find that I’m a jealous husband and would very much like to remain friends with you all after this is over.”

I heave a sigh of relief and sink back into his warm grasp. “You can, however,” he interrupts my thoughts, “enjoy the show and the fruits of our labor. Omega, the shower. Tonight, you will be my prep station and my table, serving our guests with your body. But first, I must make sure you’re clean.”

My fingers tremble as he leads me over to the alcove off to the side. Just because it’s a small shower space doesn’t mean it will afford me the ability to hide. Everyone will see just what he does to me.

Heat floods my system as he grips the metal tab of the zipper with his teeth and pulls down. Next, his hands slide under the fabric so he can peel it from me, leaving it in a puddle at my feet. The masked faces lean in, their eyes devouring every inch of naked flesh.

They can look but not touch, I repeat in my head to calm my erratic breathing. Master Jason won’t let them harm you. Not that he’s let anyone harm me before, but the jealous feelings that poured off of him earlier remind me he’s in charge and no one will do anything without his expressed permission.

He leaves me standing there in my lacy bra and panties while he starts up the shower behind us. Soft snickers remind me of the cum that stains the gusset of my panties and glistens on my inner thighs. Everyone can see it, smell it. They know he’s fucked me before bringing me here.

My mind fuzzes around the edges as the pounding music, some oddly erotic remix of The Monster Mash, pulses throughout the space. I truly feel like some sacrifice, given up to these monstrous Alphas, betas, and omegas.

Somehow, I’m very much aware of my master removing his clothes behind me. I can’t see him, but I feel his movements—the scrape of his knuckles against my back as he removes his shirt, the graze of his cock along my lower back as it springs free from his underwear. His lips brush against my shoulder as he leans forward, dropping the clothes on the floor next to mine.

His fingers slide under the straps of my bra, running back and forth before slipping them to the side. Shivering, I force myself to watch the blur of faces in front of me, but it’s difficult. Everything feels too much and not enough all at once.

With a deftness that comes with practice, he unhooks my bra and drops it onto the growing pile. All that’s left are my panties. My breath catches in my throat as he sinks to his knees behind me, dragging his lips across the swell of my ass.

“God, you’re perfection,” he groans against my pebbled skin. “I’m going to show everyone this perfect pussy now.” Grabbing the band of my panties, he inches them down, showing everyone just how much cum still clings to my lower lips.

It’s so humiliating having everyone scent the air, their arousal drifting up to mingle with my own. My mind shifts, protecting me by sending me to that spot where I no longer care what happens or who sees.

“Step out.” Master Jason’s voice is warped, as if he’s speaking underwater. “You’re so fucking wet. I can see your slick trickling down your inner thighs. You like having these monsters watch you, don’t you?”

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