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We fall silent after that except for grunts and moans as he fucks me harder still. I’m quivering around him, on the verge of yet another orgasm.
I want our climaxes to collide, with him exploding in me as I let go one last time, so I beg. “Please. I need to feel you come inside me, Sir.”
Shy is not something I’ve ever been with Owen. Not in the bedroom, anyway. He encourages me to be vocal and ask for what I need. And right now, I need him to come.
At first, I think he doesn’t hear me, so I beg again. But then he stiffens, a sure sign he’s on the verge.
He thrusts deep one more time and I squeeze around him, setting him off. He lets go with a loud growl, and his release fuels mine. An orgasm overtakes me, and I cry out and cling to him.
We both ride out the pleasure for as long as it lasts before he pulls out of me and lies on the bed. When we’ve recovered from our orgasms, he reaches into the nightstand and retrieves a rag to clean me up with, then he insists on a shower together before we both get dressed. It’s getting late, and he needs to make at least one more appearance in the club to greet some VIPs that would have arrived while we were playing, but the shower is the perfect end to our night together, and I love that he always takes the time to put a period on our scenes, no matter what is waiting for him when we’re done.
As we’re stepping out into the hallway, I look at him with a cheeky grin. “I thought you said I owed you ten before the night was over.”
He shuts the door and pushes me against it, taking my mouth in a harsh kiss. “You act like I’m not going to fuck you again as soon as we get back to my place.”
With that, he turns and heads down the hall without me. I watch him walk away with a half-smile on my face. Owen never disappoints when we play, and tonight has been no exception.
But now it’s time to think about the end of the night. Shutting down the club is always an undertaking. For me, it means updating a half dozen spreadsheets and making sure everything is in order for the following night.
I head to my office lighthearted and happy as I sit behind my desk to do what I can before we officially close. Reports from the bar will have started coming in, along with initial numbers from the front door. Our team of security and dungeon monitors submit reports too, but our jobs are always easier when their paperwork is light, so that’s what I hope for as I log into the main system.
I’m deep into data entry, when my cell phone buzzes against the desk, startling me out of my work.
“Hello?” I answer, without checking the caller ID. A mistake on my part.
“Bellamy, I’m glad you’re awake.”
I tense at the sound of Julian Harper’s voice. “Hi, Daddy. You’re up early.” He’s on the east coast. It’s not even five in the morning there.
“How are your travels?” He asks, ignoring my observation.
He thinks I’m traveling the world until Tobias is ready for marriage. His faith in Owen to keep me safe has worked in my favor. The man has no idea I’ve been living in Las Vegas for five years.
“Things are good. I’m in Canada with some friends,” I lie.
“It’s time to come home. I can send a jet for you in the morning.” My stomach lurches, and all the lightheartedness I came in here with has vanished. Tension settles in my neck and shoulders, and I know I’ll have a headache within the hour.
“But I’m heading to Las Vegas tomorrow.” Lying to my father has become something of an art form. Owen even populates my social media with fake photographic evidence of my adventures, and once a month he checks in and assures my family that his people are watching me like a hawk.
It’s ridiculous the lengths we go to keep our relationship under wraps.
“Tobias is visiting from London and wishes to see you. Plans are being made,” my father says.
It doesn’t surprise me that plans are being made without me. Still, I frown at the news. “He tried to call me today. I was busy.”
Julian clears his throat. “He wasn’t sure if you were ignoring him. So, he asked me to call you.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course I wasn’t ignoring him.” It’s not an outright lie. I missed the call, but only by a minute or two. I could have called him back. “Tell him to come see me in Vegas. I really don’t want to give up that trip. It’s for a friend’s bachelorette party.”
A lie I’ll have to make sure I tell Owen about. It won’t make him happy, but he’ll handle it. Because that’s what Owen does.
“I’ll talk to him,” my father agrees. “But the time has come. You will marry Tobias in the next ninety days.”
Chapter three
Chapter 2
Bellamy
