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He increases the pace, his expression more excited, his grip tight on my hair. “You like that, don’t you? You like the idea of being publicly claimed by me.”
I nod. There’s no point in denying it. I’m sure my insides were clenching the hell out of him with every word he just said.
“We can do that, you know,” he says. “At Club Wyld, where it’s safe. I can take you in front of everyone, show them that you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I beg, a wave of fresh desire running through me as he hits just the right spot. “I want that. Make me yours.”
“You already are,” he growls, thrusting harder, so hard it’s starting to hurt. And I love it. “You’ve been mine since the day I saw you on that stage, Lilah.” He kisses my neck, his cock hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars, and I know my orgasm is about to hit. Then he speaks again, directly in my ear, and I fall apart around him. “You’re mine, and I’m never fucking letting go.”
Epilogue
Philip
The woman on the stage shifts slightly, as if uncomfortable, and my dick grows harder. She’s so pretty when she’s nervous.
“Sweet little thing,” the masked man next to me says.
“Her pink cheeks match the dress,” another murmurs, drawing soft laughter.
“I wouldn’t mind turning that ass pink as well.”
Her chest rises and falls more rapidly, and I grin to myself as I watch her. She’s nervous, but she’s also aroused. The naughty girl likes this, all of these men looking at her. Talking about her. I can see it in the way her pupils dilate, the flush that spreads not only over her cheeks but down to her collarbones as well. I would bet a good portion of my considerable fortune that if I lifted up that pretty pink skirt I’d find soaking wet panties.
Knowing what Lilah is feeling isn’t just my responsibility as a good Dom—it’s my obsession as her husband.
She hadn’t hesitated in the slightest when I suggested this for our scene tonight. She knew it would please me, to re-enact this part of our story together. I, in turn, knew it would settle something within both of us to rewrite the ending.
“You think her little pussy is as tight as her ass looks?” one of the men murmurs, his voice just loud enough for her to hear, and her nipples go tight as I watch. Several men in the room chuckle—they’re all watching her just as closely as I am.
Time to give them a show.
I hop up onto the stage, pleased that she doesn’t move. Her head remains bowed in a submissive posture, her eyes on her feet.Good girl,I think.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I ask the gathered men. There’s a murmur of agreement. “I bet many of you would like to have her tonight.” More murmuring, louder this time. Lilah’s breathing catches but she manages to stay still. She knows that this is just a game—there’s no way in hell I’m letting anyone else touch her. But I wanted her to feel this. To know that she’s desired, wanted. To be on display for these strangers, the way she was that first night.
More than anything, I want her to know I’ll always be the one who gets to claim her.
“I’m sorry to tell you, gentlemen, but she’s mine. And I won’t be sharing.” Lilah lets out a little breath, her shoulders relaxing. I grin out at the men. “But you can watch, if you’d like.”
She jerks a little and I stifle a laugh. We’d discussed the possibilities for tonight. I would never bring Lilah into a scene without doing so. In the two months we’ve been together, we’ve talked about her limits, both hard and soft. We’ve discussed preferences and parameters. And she’s submitted to me, over and over again, trusting me to make decisions, to know how far to push, to know what she’ll like. Most importantly, she trusts me to stop the second her safe word comes out of her mouth.
But in our two months of sessions in my private room here at Club Wyld—not to mention the hours we’ve spent in our bed at home—she has yet to use that safe word. Everything seems to come naturally between the two of us. We’re so in sync during our time together that reading her feels as easy as breathing.
I know she’s going to like this, even if it scares her.Becauseit scares her.
Lilah Matthews is the perfect woman for me, in every way. That’s why I married her a mere six weeks after taking her out of Rendezvous for the last time. She hadn’t hesitated in the slightest when I asked her but I’d still been sure to get her to Vegas as soon as possible, not willing to risk the slightest chance she might change her mind. She didn’t want a big wedding—just her brother, Veronica, Mrs. Higgins, and Nate and Harper. I got them all on a private jet that same night, unwilling to wait another day after she said yes. Putting my ring on Lilah’s finger had filled me with a kind of peace and security I had never even known existed.
And now, just days after returning from our Honeymoon in the Mediterranean, I have her back here at the club, ready to fulfill one of our very first fantasies. Ready to rewrite—and reclaim—our first night together.
“Look up, love,” I murmur, tilting her chin so she’s gazing out at the men around the stage. I hand-selected our guests tonight, only the most trusted Dominants in my circle, some Lilah has met, some she hasn’t. I’ve asked them all to wear masks, though, to recreate the feeling of being displayed in front of strangers.
“Do you see how hungry they are?” I ask her. “Do you see how they look at you?”
She nods, her eyes wide with the perfect mixture of fear and arousal.
“But you belong to me, don’t you?”
Her lips tilt up at the corners and my heart soars at her obvious happiness. “Always, sir.”
