Page 42 of After the Chase

“I’m not getting involved with the club, but it comes with perks, being their bank.”

“You’re so fucking weird,” he whines as I tug on his hair harder.

“And I’m done with talking, baby.”

I push him toward the bedroom where he starts to undress. His movements are hurried, eager as I stand there watching him. He's beautiful in his desperation, in his need to be owned. His skin is flushed all over, his eyes are dazed like he is high. I notice something in the way he moves as he walks over to me, he winces with a squint in his eyes, his hand moving to touch his ass.

"Turn around," I say, intrigued to see what the problem is.

He turns, presenting his naked back to me. And there it is, the base of a black silicone plug nestled between his ass cheeks. My cock throbs at the vision in front of me.

"You prepped yourself for me," I say, crossing to him.

"I wanted to be ready and not waste time, I need you, Noah.”

I pull him to the bed and sit on the edge, spreading my legs. "On your knees."

He drops to the ground, positioning himself between my thighs. I'm still fully dressed, my cock straining against my pants.

"Undress me," I tell him. "Slowly."

His hands shake slightly as he grabs the hem of my t-shirt, and slowly lifts it up over my head, before tossing it to the ground. Then he leans forward and presses his mouth to my chest, kissing, licking, worshipping. When his lips close around my nipple, I hiss in pleasure.

"That's it," I murmur, threading my fingers through his hair. "Suck it. Show me how slutty you are."

He does, his tongue circling the hardened peak before sucking hard. The sensation goes straight to my cock before he moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention by licking and sucking, occasionally grazing it with his teeth.

"You're a captive now," I tell him, my voice rough. "I walked into that clubhouse tonight and sealed your fate. You're not just my husband anymore, you're trapped in my world and there's no escape."

He moans against my skin, he loves that he is trapped with me.

"You like that, don't you? Knowing you're captured, that you belong to a killer."

“I do, so much,” he whispers against my skin before nibbling at my nipples.

I stand abruptly, as I’ve lost patience to savor this and take it slow. I need to get inside of him. He removes my pants and underwear, and I grab him by the arms to make him stand.

"On your back," I say. "Legs up."

He positions himself, and I grip the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly. He whimpers, his hole clenching around nothing. I take the lube off the nightstand and coat my dick.

"My good little captive, preparing himself for me. So good,” I say as I ram inside of him. He cries out, his hands reaching for my shoulders.

"This is what captivity feels like," I growl, fucking him hard and fast. "Being owned so completely you can't breathe without my permission."

“I want it,” he pants.

I slow my movements, not wanting this to end so soon, and whisper over his mouth.

"I want you on top."

His eyes widen slightly, but he obeys. I remove myself from his body and move up the bed and lie back against the pillows, my cock standing rigid between us, shining with lube.

"Straddle me and take what you need."

He crawls up the bed and straddles me, before positioning himself. His thighs tremble as he reaches down, gripping my cock to guide it to his entrance. Then he begins to lower himself. Slowly. So fucking slowly that I’m close to losing my mind.

The head of my cock breaches him, and he sinks down inch by inch, his face a study of concentration and overwhelming sensation.