Chapter 10

Ten

Rosalee

I 'm standing in the middle of Gideon's private suite, only this time it no longer holds a foreign feeling and the atmosphere has shifted. A boutique owner arrived exactly at four o'clock as Gideon promised with a beautiful white satin dress. The silky softness nearly falls to the floor and clings to every curve on my body. Two strips down the front don't do much to hide the ampleness of my breasts with the low-cut dip in the front and the high cutout along my right leg and thigh.

At eight o'clock the chauffeur was sitting outside to bring me here. Only I had no idea where here was until the driver pulled up outside Lux's and the doorman slipped from a secret door to personally walk me to Gideon's room, where he awaited my arrival. I still don't know if I should feel embarrassed or not about that, so I leave it alone for now.

An opened bottle of champagne is waiting for me, so I pour a glass and sip the contents while waiting for Gideon to return. He received a call over ten minutes ago and excused himself, and I'm growing impatient.

On edge, I finish my drink and wander over to the curtain, finding the room different from the last time I was here. I scan the room, letting my gaze fall on each item. The duvet has been changed from black to snow-white and the mirror is covered with a velvet red curtain this time.

I cross the room to move the heavy material when a voice from behind me brings me to a halt. And just like that my unease vanishes and my mind is right back where it all started.

"Naughty student, are you so impatient?"

Gideon glides his hand around mine where I hold the cord to draw the curtains open. How is it that one sound of his voice can have me clenching my inner thighs and holding my breath?

I move to turn in his arms but he stops me and I moan when the thickness of his cock presses against my ass. There's only a fine layer of satin and the cloth of his pants between us so I can feel the heat of his need for me through the material separating us.

His grip on my thigh tightens. "Mmm. You smell like heaven and look like an angel. I knew you would look lovely in white. Especially this dress."

He fingers the fringes of my matching white mask. His voice is a deep rumble by my ear, and the vibrations carry through me and aims straight for my aching clit. Embarrassing admission: Gideon only needs to speak to make me wet and wild for him. Last night proved beyond a doubt I'll always want him. Between my thighs, under me, on top, from behind or his face buried between my thighs. Or simply holding me in his possessive, powerful arms.

"Thank you."

He pulls the cord of the curtain, and when the fabric pulls away I see the man I love behind me, much like our first night, only this time it's more than just lust in his eyes.

A rattling sound catches my attention. I have no idea where the chains come from, because I didn't see them before now. My heart is suddenly pounding against my ribs, and I'm scared but in a good way. The aroused kind of good way. Before two nights ago and seeing the forbidden orgy, I didn't even know I liked what I saw until I watched the pleasure cascading over those women's faces.

"Tonight you're going to watch me fuck you. Watch your face as I pleasure your body and see the moment you take my seed in your womb."

His provocative words send a full body shudder through me. He moves to stand in front of me, taking my right hand and leading it to a padded cuff hanging by my head.

He glides a finger along my jawline. "Do you trust me?"

I nod.

A small smile tilts the right corner of his mouth at my simple answer. He chuckles low in his chest, and I'm damn near ready to come with that sound alone. He has no idea the power he holds over me, but he's about to find out. Tonight he's not wearing a mask, so I can enjoy the full show of his emotions as they play out in his expressions. Right now he's happy and I know in part I'm responsible for that.

"I need to hear the words, my beautiful angel. Tell me you want what I am about to do to you."

I know enough about the light BDSM he enjoys to know tonight is about trust, and I want him to see just how much I do trust him and want him.

"I do and yes, I do trust you, Gideon."

My heart races as he closes the cuff around my right wrist and then the other. Hundreds of emotions filter through me, and I can't pick just one so I let them all have at me.

"You don't know how happy that makes me. You simply need to tell me to stop at any time if you no longer feel comfortable."

I nod and when he arches a brow at me, I add the words. "I understand."

"Good girl."

Gideon turns, picks up a small black box from the small table beside us and walks behind me. "For your gift to me I have one for you in return."

He pulls on the small tie holding my mask in place and the fine silk falls to my feet. "Close your eyes."

I comply once again absorbing the heat of his body near mine. Soaking in everything like the greedy woman I am when it comes to him.

A cool, smooth cloth is placed on my face and I feel a knot being tied on the back of my head.

"Stunning," he says and when I open my eyes I can't believe the sight staring back at me.

"Gideon," I gasp. Pink tinges my cheeks, my lips are parted as if ready for a lover's taking, and the soft curls of my hair are draped over my bare shoulders to hide my excited nipples. But what really has my eye is the white jewel-encrusted mask covering half my face. I angle my face left then right and watch light dance off the faceted sides of dozens of diamonds. Breaking up all the white are several deeply colored emeralds the same color of my eyes.

Gideon leans forward and places a kiss on the tender spot right below my ear. "A treasure for my treasure."

My mouth drops open, and Gideon is right there to take advantage of my surprise with a kiss before he pulls away and slowly strips every piece of clothing off. He's standing in front of me naked and proud, stroking his long, thick cock from base to tip. Hot white liquid oozes from the tip and I lick my lips, wanting a taste.

Every muscle in his body ripples with controlled need as he works his length. I'm watching him as he watches me.

"Gideon," I beg. Yeah, I never thought I'd be a beggar, but right now that's exactly what I am.

I clench my inner thighs and slam my eyes shut.

"No, baby, look at me. All of me. Watch me take my cock and pleasure myself as I look at you."

I peel my eyes open to see him catch a rivulet of cum and whimper with need. "Gideon," I say again. "Please." Liquid slips from my pussy, and I fear I'm ruing the beautiful dress. I wrap my fingers around the chains for support.

He tugs at the two halves to the front of my dress covering my breasts and bares me to him. I inhale sharply when his teeth graze over the tender nipples. I reach for him, forgetting about the cuffs, and am pulled up short.

"This is all about you, sweetness. Just watch and enjoy." He moves behind me and gathers my dress in his hands. My nipples harden into tight points, so hard I moan from how they ache for more of his attention.

I suck in a breath of anticipation, and I know for a fact no matter how many times we make love, I'll always crave the moment he breaches me.

"Fuckkk, Rosalee…" He drawls out as the tip of his fat cock head sinks in until he's fully seated inside my hot cunt.

I rock my hips and take pride in his hiss.

"That's it, fuck my cock."

Thrust after thrust he fucks my near-virgin pussy making me see what I've been missing in life. Him. "Please," I beg, "Don't stop, Gideon, don't stop."

"Rock that beautiful cunt on my cock. Show me how much you want it," he coos next to my ear. Filthier words never sounded prettier.

"That's right, baby, take what you need from me. I'm yours. Cum for me, baby."

Perched on the tips of my stilettos and supported by the chains and his powerful arms, I give him what he wants. I take what I need.

"Oh, Gideon!" I cry out.

"Now, Rosalee. I want you dripping with our mixed cum for what I have planned next."

Next? I don't know how much more I can take. My chest heaves with deep breaths, and my body quivers under his touch.

But my body hears the command in his voice and complies. I scream as my orgasm rolls through me, uncaring who may hear beyond our walls and door. Gideon takes that moment to reach around and stroke the rough pad of his thumb against my clit.

One touch. One stroke and I'm lost once again. But he doesn't stop and neither does my rolling orgasm. It comes back to lap against all my live nerve endings like a wave in the ocean and I'm lost at sea.

My blood soars through my veins, and my heart is beating hard enough to cause me to see dots.

Gideon tunnels into me over and over his speed increases until he roars his own release. His strong arms are wrapped around me, and I anchor myself to his touch and strength, knowing he'll keep me safe.

When my climax finally wanes to the point I can see, my gaze settles on our reflection and I'm left breathless at the sight of us intertwined. I thought the most erotic sight before this moment was the orgy, but I'm thoroughly proven wrong.

"Fucking beautiful. I'll never get enough."

He lifts the extra material of my dress and the sight of our joined bodies makes me horny all over again. He's slowly rocking his hips, keeping my body primed and the small movements send our mixed juices down my thighs.

He unfastens the padded cuff from my left hand and pulls it to his lips. I shudder from the heat of his breath against my knuckles. His cock is buried inside me, and I clench my walls, forcing him to shudder against me.

"God, woman. You're so fucking perfect for me." He wraps an arm around me, supporting my weight while I regain my strength. Leaning into him, I feel his voice rumble against my back as he speaks.

He holds up a simple gold band in the palm of his hand. "Will you brighten my world and let me be the one to stand by your side for the rest of our lives?"

Every muscle in my body clenches, and I can feel Gideon's spent dick still buried in my velvety walls harden.

I turn my head and hold his gaze our bodies connected in every way.

"Will you marry me, Rosalee? Will you take this ring as a symbol of my unending love for you?"

"It's perfect, Gideon," I say in a whisper. I've always been a simple down-to-earth kind of girl and that he's picked up on that in the short time I've been his makes me feel things I've never felt before. Something deeper than love.

I don't notice my tears until he wipes one away. More fall as he slides the ring over my finger.

"Now get ready."

Gideon has a devilish grin on his face, and I'm immediately suspicious. "Ready for what?"

He reaches up and unfastens the other cuff taking my wrist between his hands and rubbing the tender flesh. What does my newly minted fiancé have up his sleeve?

"Gideon?"

He pauses and something flits across his expression that has me going still in his arms.

He unties my mask, and my train of thought is quickly shifted as he pulls his cock from me and straightens my dress until I'm perfectly presentable.

Which has me nervous. But what really takes the cake and has me going slack-jawed is the priest walking through the door.

Gideon leans in for my ears only, his arms around my waist. "I'm going to marry you with my cum on your pretty, perfect little cunt and after we say the ‘I do's' I'm going to fuck my bought bride for the first time."