The master bedroom is bathed in soft ambient light.The California king-size bed dominates the space, but it’s not where I’m taking her.Not yet.
In the corner of the room, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, hangs the sex swing I had one of my lieutenants install while we were at the Syndicate gala.The black leather straps dangle from the chrome hardware.I designed it for exactly this moment.
Serena’s eyes widen when she sees it.“Shelby...”
“Trust me,” I say, already unzipping her gown.The golden silk pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her heels and the gold plug.She’s so fucking hot.Her olive skin and curves gleam under the soft lighting.But it’s the trust in her expression that warms my chest.“Your safeword?”I double-check.
“Red,” she breathes.
“Good girl.”I swat her perfect ass.
She moans, making my cock stir, already half-hard.
I guide her to the swing, helping her into the contraption.The straps support her weight, positioning her at the perfect height, her legs spread wide and her ass exposed.“Tonight, I’m claiming the last part of you that’s still untouched.”
Her breath catches, but she doesn’t look away.Those amber eyes, flecked with gold, burn me with her hunger.They also hold mine with unwavering confidence.
“I want you to,” she whispers.“I’ve wanted this for years.”
The admission nearly breaks my control, reminding me that she’s been fantasizing about us for as long as I’ve craved her in secret.I strip off my jacket, my shirt, my pants.I leave my clothes scattered across the floor like casualties of war.Then I stand between her spread thighs.I wrap my fingers around my erection, pumping it, making it harder.Her eyes follow my every move.
I pull a string, lifting her body higher until her pussy is in my line of vision.“The more relaxed you are, the less this will hurt.”
Before she can process my meaning, I cover her still trembling flesh with my lips.With one hand, I keep fisting myself while I pull her hard clit into my mouth and suck hard.
She thrashes against the restraints holding her in the air as wave after wave of liquid pleasure flood my mouth.“Hmm, you’re so fucking delicious,” I mutter inside her pussy because it’s the absolute truth.
“Shelby!Sir!Please,” she begs, as another orgasm makes her quiver from head to toes.
I step back and lower her again.Slowly, carefully, I remove the gold plug.Serena whimpers at the loss, her body clenching around nothing.I set it aside and reach for the bottle of lubricant I placed on the nearby table earlier.Preparation is everything in our world.
“Eyes on me,” I command as I slick myself.“Don’t look away.”
She obeys; her gaze locked on mine as I position myself at her entrance.The swing makes the angle perfect, gives me complete control while keeping her suspended, vulnerable, at my mercy.
I push forward, and the tight ring of muscle resists for a moment before yielding.Serena gasps, her hands gripping the straps of the swing, but she doesn’t look away.Neither do I.
“Breathe,” I murmur, pausing to let her adjust.“Red yet?”
“No, sir.Please don’t stop.”Her voice is strained but determined.
I push deeper, watching her face for any sign of distress.What I see instead is wonder.Desire.Need.Her lips part on a moan as I finally seat myself completely inside her.
For a moment, neither of us moves.The sensation is overwhelming.She’s so tight, so hot, gripping me like she never wants to let go.My vision blurs at the edges as I fight for control.
“You okay?”I manage to ask.
“Yes.”She rolls her hips experimentally, and we both groan.“God, yes.Please, sir.Fuck me properly.I want your beast tonight.I need you to own me.”
Her plea shatters what remains of my restraint.
I grip the straps of the swing and begin to move, using the apparatus to pull her onto me with each thrust.The room fills with the sound of skin against skin, her moans, my growls.The city lights beyond the windows blur into streaks of color as I lose myself in the rhythm.
“Mine,” I grunt, driving deeper, marking each word with a thrust.“Every.Part.Of.You.Mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees, her voice breaking on a cry.“Only yours.Always yours.”
I reach between us to find her clit, rubbing circles.Her body arches in the swing, straining against the straps as pleasure builds.
