by KD Robichaux
I keep a straight face as I let my gaze wander over her exposed flesh, acting every bit the rich businessman out for a night at a high-end gentlemen’s club. When I meet her eyes and with my voice deep and strong, I order, “Dance for me.”
Placing a hand on either side of my head on the back of the chair, she stands between my legs and rolls her body, the soft skin of her breasts barely brushing my cheeks as I breathe her in. I keep my hands on the armrests, allowing her to work her seductive spell over me without any hindrance. She grinds her hips, strokes her hands up and down her own curves, her movements hypnotic as she dances to the beat of the hard bass.
When she spins, swaying her hips and making her ass bounce in my face, I can’t take anymore. “Thong off,” I bark, my hands forming fists. She glances over her shoulder at me. If this was any other time we were role-playing, she’d probably tell me this was a topless club only, playing hard to get. But seeing in my eyes I’ve gone into full-on Dom mode, my control ready to snap, she obeys without question, looping her fingers around the elastic at her hips and pulling them down her legs the same way she did her leggings. As she bends far and slow at the waist, her feet slightly spread for balance, she reveals her dripping pussy to me, slightly swollen and pinkened from her arousal. I can only imagine how hard she throbs deep inside, and I refuse to wait any longer to find out.
I stand abruptly, my cock pressing against her through my slacks as I grasp her hips where she’s bent over. I feel the heat of her through the fabric, and it makes me growl. In one swift move, I pick her up, her light squeal barely audible over the music as I carry her over to the leather table. My need at an all-time high, I don’t feel like waiting to use any toys or devices. Not when she’s already sweaty and wet with desire. Not when I’m already leaking precum through my expensive suit pants.
I place her on her feet, facing toward the cushioned table, and put the money clip back in my jacket, pulling it off while walking back to where she was dancing for me and laying it across the back of the chair. When I return to her, I put my big hand in the middle of her back, using my palm between her shoulder blades to press her forward until she’s lying face down, her round ass up in the air.
I pull my belt from its loops, but before I toss it to the floor like I planned to, I remember her needs. And a good Dom always pays close attention to his submissive’s needs. Doubling the belt in my fist, I step to the side, keeping my other palm flat on her lower back. She pants beneath my hand, excitement pouring out of her as she relaxes completely instead of tensing, and her unwavering trust goes straight to my heart and cock.
Rearing back only slightly, because a smooth leather belt is much harsher than the soft, brushed leather floggers she prefers, I whip her right ass cheek, hearing her groan in pleasure. I see her toes curl against the floor, and I can’t stop the wicked smile that spreads across my face. Such a dirty girl. I fucking love her.
I give her three more smacks of the belt against her voluptuous ass, imagining her delight later when she sees the stripes across her succulent flesh. She loves it when I leave my marks on her.
I’ve played long enough. I can’t wait a moment longer. Unbuttoning my pants, I pull out my long, thick cock, aching with need as precum drips from the head. Lining myself up with her soaked entrance, I thrust forward, filling her with one hard pump of my hips, her gasp filling me with masculine pride.
Digging my fingers into those irresistible hips, I pound into her, and she reaches above her head to hold on to the other side of the table to keep herself steady. I give in to my desire, her screams of pleasure urging me on as I pummel her tight pussy, sweat dripping down my temples, my teeth bared as I exert all my energy into fucking every ounce of my emotions I felt over the last several hours—anger, fear, anxiety, then relief, devotion, love, and unbearable lust—into her.
“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes…!” she chants, spurring me on, until she finally screams, “Knight!” as her inner muscles clamp around me so tight my eyes nearly cross.
With a heaving grunt, I lose all control, going so deep I hit her cervix as I come inside her. My whole body quakes. The orgasm is so strong, my knees grow weak, so I let myself fall forward, bracing myself on my elbows above her back. With every panted breath, she lets out a short laugh, and I move her hair out of her face to see her smile.
“Goddamn, big guy,” she wheezes, giggling. It makes her pussy ripple around me, and I shudder against her, setting off an aftershock of her own.
I pull out gently, threading my arm between her hips and the table, and scoop her up. I carry her back over to the leather chair and plop down into the overstuffed cushions, her body draping across me as we catch our breaths.
“That almost killed me,” I murmur, sweat trickling down my back.
She shakes her head. “Nuh-uh. You’re invincible, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” I nod, breathing heavily through my nose as I kiss the top of her head.
“I mean, you gotta be, if you survived a mission after I told you I love you.” She tilts her head to look up at me.
I shrug nonchalantly, giving her a grin. “Told ya so.”
“That you did, big guy. That you did.”
Clarice
I SMILE, CLOSING the small velvet box and slipping it into my purse. Finishing up my makeup on my half of the huge bathroom vanity, I prance over to the closet, now stuffed full with my clothes and shoes since I moved in last week. I’m dressed nice tonight, in a little black dress that hugs my curves, showcasing my cleavage. I bypass my usual flip-flops, slipping on a pair of black pumps with two dainty straps with little silver buckles. Even with these heels, Brian will still tower over me, and I fucking love that.
I hurry down the steps, knowing he’s waiting for me. We’re going to Club Alias tonight, not because he finished up a mission and earned himself a reward, but because he asked me nicely, as if we were going on a real date, not to a sex club. After eleven years, it was surprising and adorable to be asked out by the man I’ve loved forever. There’s no way I could’ve told him no. Plus, it’s the perfect opportunity for me to finally pop the question.
When we arrive a short time later, though, climbing the short staircase inside the entrance, the usual pumping music and sexy couples aren’t filling the space. I hold his arm for balance, looking around the mostly empty main room, my eyes land on the booth to the right. Sitting there are all our friends—Corbin with his arm around Vi on one side, Seven snuggled up to Twyla on the other, his hand on her round stomach, and Doc and Astrid sitting close but not touching in the rounded part at the back of the booth.
I look up at Brian, a smile on my face but my brow furrowed. “What’s going on?”
Without answering, he guides me over to the booth, gesturing for me to sit next to Vi. He picks up a stack of thick white poster boards from the table then steps back, dropping the first piece to reveal the words on the one behind it.
“Hey, Clarice,” I read aloud, and I meet his eyes. “Um, hey, Brian.” He drops that piece, the next one coming into view. “Did you know today is opposite day?” I read again. I cock my head to the side, a little smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “No, I don’t think I knew today was opposite day, big guy.”
He grins, letting the poster fall.
“Let’s practice,” I narrate. “You think my club is the shit. Yes or No?” I tap my finger to my chin with a smirk. “Hmmmm, if it’s opposite day, then no. I don’t think your club is the shit.” He nods approvingly, switching to the next one. “You think I’m the most handsome man in the whole world. Yes or No?” The other guys groan around the table, but the girls giggle along with me. “Most definitely not,” I reply with a wink.
But everyone grows quiet when the next poster is revealed. “You were there for me during the darkest days of my past, and want to be here with me during the brightest days of my future. Yes or No?” I swallow thickly, tilting my head. “No,” I say, but every bit of my voice conveys the yes it really means.<
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Brian drops the last card to the floor, taking two steps to bring him right in front of me before he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a breathtaking diamond ring before going down on one knee. He’s so tall it brings us face-to-face. My heart stops as my eyes widen.
“You’ve been my best friend for eleven years, my lover, my soul mate.” He smiles up at me, his breathtaking eyes sparkling in the dim lighting of the club. “It’s opposite day, beautiful Clarice. And I chose this day to ask you, will you be my wife?”
Tears fill my eyes as it all clicks in my mind what he’s done. And it makes me love him even more for the fact that he would be so understanding that he’d figure out a way to propose without me having to use the word yes.
The tears spill over my cheeks as I let out a laugh before lunging at him. My big, strong, gentle giant doesn’t even budge as my full body weight hits him, and he wraps his arms around me as I tell him over and over, “No, big guy. No, no, no.” I shake my head before pulling back, grabbing his face, and kissing the ever-loving hell out of him before he slips the ring on my finger.
All our friends clap and cheer behind us, and when I finally stand back up, I shake my head at him, grinning ear-to-ear. “And you wanna know how badly I don’t want to marry you?”
He stands tall, towering above me, that devastating smile filling his handsome face. “How badly?” he prompts.
I reach into my purse on the booth’s bench, pulling out the velvet box and handing it to him. “I was going to propose to you tonight too!” A round of gasps and chuckles circle the booth, and I turn to narrow my eyes at Seth, who mumbled something about Brian barely hanging on to his man-card. “I knew I couldn’t tell you yes if you asked me, so I was going to ask you instead. Because there’s nothing in this world I want more than to be yours forever,” I explain softly, taking a step toward him as he opens the box.
He pulls the necklace out, holding it up to look at it more closely. “Is this…?”
I nod. “Yes. It’s the casing of the bullet Corbin used to finally put that day behind you. But it was that day that brought us together, made us inseparable,” I tell him, and he rolls it between his fingers.
“It’s too dark in here to tell, but is there something on it?” he asks, squinting as his arm snakes around my back to pull me against him.
I nod again, laying my head on his chest, where I discover his heart is thumping wildly. “I had someone engrave a little lock on it. To symbolize a couple of things. The past is now locked in the past, both yours and mine. And as a much manlier—” I call loudly, sticking my tongue out at Seth before smiling and looking up into Brian’s eyes. “—version of a collar.”
“You wanna collar me, Mistress?” he murmurs close to my ear, sending a pleasant chill down my neck.
“Y—” I clear my throat, remembering what today is. “No, my good boy.” I reach up and brush his hair off his forehead. Looking into his eyes, I see the pupils almost overtaking all the color as they’ve filled with so much heat.
He hands me the necklace, bending down a little so I can hook it behind his neck.
And then he swoops me up in his arms, carrying me to the back of the club as we disappear into one of the private rooms.
The End
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