Page 31 of Vance

“Deny it all you want, sweetheart,” I pant, thrusting into her. “But you’ve just soaked the front of my pants.” A crimson flush spreads across her face and neck, matching the beautiful handprints on her ass.

My hips never ceasing their relentless rhythm, I fold myself over her and kiss the backs of her shoulders. “It’s okay. You can be my dirty little exhibitionist.” Her body tenses beneath me, and I know she’s so close to coming again. “One more for me. Show me how much you love being on display.”

Her hips buck against mine as she protests. “I-I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” I insist, desperately wanting her to come with me. “Come for me. Let me feel you soak my cock again as I fill your dripping cunt.”

Sophia paws at the hood as another orgasm crashes over her with a silent scream. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vise, and I can’t hold back any longer. “Fuuuuuck,” I moan, burying myself deep inside her as my own release tears through me. “Take it… Every fucking drop.” My cock pulses inside her, marking every inch of her slick walls with my seed.

When I finally pull out, my release trickles down her thigh. “We’re going to need to fix that,” I whisper, running my fingers through the mess we’ve made. “We need to keep every drop inside of you if I’m ever going to get the family you promised me.”

Her body still limp against the hood of the car, Sophia doesn’t respond. I can see every ounce of conflict warring behind her eyes—the shame of her punishment, the humiliation of being caught, and the undeniable pleasure her body experienced from both.

I help her stand, wrapping my suit jacket around her near-naked body. “It’s okay that you enjoyed having an audience,” I whisper against her ear, my voice a low rumble. “I’d fuck you anywhere. In front of anyone.” I pull her closer and brush my lips against her temple. “So, when we get home, would you prefer I fuck you in the garage, too, or on the terrace?”

She looks up at me, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and a desire that she will never admit to. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.” I slide my hand along her jaw until her cheek is tenderly in my palm. “We have to replace the cum that’s currently running down your thighs.”

I lead her to the passenger side of the car, open the door, and help her inside before rounding the Valkyrie to the driver’s side. As I slide behind the wheel, I glance over at her. Disheveled, dripping cum on my seats, and wearing my handprints, she’s a fucking vision.

“Remember this the next time you decide to test me in public.” The engine roars when I start the car. “Remember how easily I can strip away your defiance and leave you with nothing but your submission and the pleasure I provide you. Now you also know, there are no limits to when or where I will correct you. Or put my cock inside you.” The silence hangs between us for a moment as I navigate the exit of the garage and pull into traffic. “Though, it’s hardly a punishment now that I know how much you enjoy performing for a crowd.”

The drive home is silent, the city light smearing into streaks of gold and white across the windshield. Sophia remains turned away, a rigid silhouette against the passenger window. I don’t need to see her face to know the war raging inside her; it’s palpable in the charged air between us. She’s fighting her submission and fighting me, just as I knew she would. It’s like fucking foreplay. Each time she pushes back and resists how badly she wants to bend for me, it only sharpens my resolve and whets my appetite for the moment I finally break her completely. And I will… It’s inevitable.

We pull into the private garage beneath my building, the heavy gate rumbling shut behind us. The engine’s roar dies, and I kill the headlights, plunging us into the dim, sterile lighting of the parking structure. Without a word, I open my door and step out. I circle the car and get her door. Holding out my hand, I help her from the seat as she finds her footing and wraps my suit jacket around her.

The polished steel doors of the private elevator hiss open, and I lead her inside. It glides silently upward toward the penthouse, though the sound is deafening in our silence. When the doors finally open to our foyer, I usher her from the cab. My hand firmly pressed against the small of her back, I instruct, “Go to the terrace.”

Her head whips around, her eyes wide and mouth agape. “What? Now?”

“Yes,” I insist, a cruel smile playing on my lips. “First, you’re going to lose the jacket and the bra. Then you’re going to strut that gorgeous handprint-muddled ass of yours onto the terrace and lay yourself out on the chaise lounge as an offering.” I lean in, my voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “I want you on your back, your legs spread for me. Offer that well-fucked pussy to the night sky and anyone who might be watching from the high-rises around us.”

Sophia doesn’t hesitate, her movements fluid as she sheds my jacket, letting it fall to the floor in a heap of expensive wool. She walks away from me, and my gaze is fixed on the perfect crimson handprints marring the pale globes of her ass. Her hips sway with a natural grace that makes my cock ache as she moves through the darkened living room; she’s a goddess of defiance and hard-earned submission.

She pulls open the glass door to the terrace and steps out into the cool night air, the moonlight bathing her in an ethereal glow. It catches the curve of her spine and the swell of her hips, painting her in shades of silver and shadows. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

I strip as I follow her, my clothes falling away with impatient urgency. My cock is already growing hard at the thought of what lies before me—her surrender, her submission, and her complete and utter capitulation to my will. By the time I step onto terrace, I am naked, my erection jutting out before me, thick and demanding.

She has done exactly as instructed, lying back on one of the plush chaise lounges, her body a perfect offering against the dark cushions. Her legs are spread, her knees slightly bent, leaving her cum-dripping pussy on display. Every inch of her is offered up to me, to the night, and to the city watching from a thousand windows.

I stand over her, a predator admiring his prey. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you listen,” I murmur, my voice thick with lust. For a fleeting second, I catch the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips at my praise before she smothers it, her expression once again a mask of reluctant compliance.

Kneeling beside her, I dust my hand over the smooth, bare skin of her stomach. “Do you think our neighbors will enjoy the show?” I ask, my voice a low rumble. “Watching as I fuck my baby into you?”

A shiver runs through her, but she doesn’t answer. Truth be told, I couldn’t care less if they do, because I know my wife will. Though she’s trying to hide it, she can’t dim the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. It’s there, a defiant glint that wars with the feigned submission in her posture. She wants this. She wants to be taken, claimed, and displayed like the priceless possession she is. Her body is screaming for it, even as her mind fights a losing battle with the truth.

I climb between her legs, my knees pressing into the soft cushions as I rest my thick, hard cock against her slick, swollen entrance. Leaning down, I brace myself on my forearms on each side of her head, my face hovering just inches from hers.

“How loud will you scream this time, sweetheart,” I whisper against her lips, “knowing they’re all watching?”

This is a life I never asked for and a woman I never expected to want, but when I sink into her, I know this is where she belongs. Her body welcomes me, a tight, wet heat that wills my cock deeper, as if trying to fuse us together. She can fight me. She can glare at me with all the fury she possesses and insist our marriage will never be real. But I see the truth in every trembling breath.

In the end, she’ll be mine. Completely. Irrevocably.

Forever.

I breathe in the citrusy lemon oil in the air as I sit in the Sterling & Freehills conference room across from Marcus Webb, a silver-haired attorney who has represented the South Side Tenants’ Association for nearly twenty years. His eyes skim over the last of the proposal I’ve spent the last seventeen days perfecting.