Chapter 43

CHAPTER 43

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A s we walk into the club, I can't keep my eyes off Kierra. She looks fucking stunning in the black dress I had designed for her. The spaghetti straps show her sexy shoulders and, of course, the plunging neckline puts all my focus on two things. Her magnificent tits and my collar around her neck. Fucking exquisite. Do I notice Hunter looking at my woman? Absolutely, but I know once he spots the collar, he'll back down or he'll be out on his ear. Whenever there's a collared submissive at Den of Sin, all Dom's know she's off limits and they won't risk losing their expensive membership.

"Get yourself a drink," I tell her as I spot someone I didn't expect to see here, Kage Bonetti, Bones' brother, but I don't know why he's in my club. He has darker hair than his brother Bones, but they are both covered in tattoos. Bones is probably the best man out of the four of them. In my world, consent is crucial, in theirs it is not. Which is why all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when I see him here. Bones would never do anything to jeopardize my business, but Kage, I'm not sure about.

I approach him, and he grins at me. "What are you doing here, Kage?"

He glances at the women mingling on the other side of the club, "Checking out the beauties."

I shake my head. "This is not the Bonetti world. This is my club. Everything here is consensual. If a woman here says no, it's fucking no."

Kage chuckles, "Got it, Sinclair. It's your playground, your rules. We won't have any problems."

I nod, "Good. Enjoy yourself then."

I'm sure Bones got him in and went over the do's and don'ts with him, but Kage Bonetti is not used to following anybody's rules. And I won't have any women here taken by force. Their safety is important to me and honestly, without it, I wouldn't have a club nearly as successful as I do.

I turn back to Kierra and spot her sipping some girly drink and I press the button on my cell phone and she jumps with a start. By the time I turn it off, she's panting and looks like a fucking goddess.

She glares at me, and I motion for her to come to me. I take her hand and escort her upstairs, "I want to show you some place special to me."

Kierra giggles, "In a sex club?"

I let go of her hand and wrap my arm around her waist. "Yes. It's off limits to anyone other than me and now you."

Once we get up the stairs, we walk down one hallway, then make a left and climb up another set of stairs, and I open the set of black double doors and enjoy her gasp as she steps outside.

"Oh, my god."

She turns to me as I close the doors behind me. "This is amazing."

My private balcony is my favorite place in the world. Nobody bothers me here. It overlooks the Las Vegas strip far into the distance, giving light to the dark night from the billions of lights. The wind blows through her hair, a gentle breeze, as she stands with her back against the black wrought iron wall. It's a wrap-around balcony, there's a lot of space with a couple of lounge chairs as well as a sofa off to the side. I don't miss the way her perfect little nipples harden from the cool night. So perfect.

"I've never shared this with anyone before. I want to share everything with you."

Kierra stands in front of the black railing and turns to me with a soft smile, "Thank you, Daddy."

Approaching her, I wrap my hand around her pretty throat. "I never wanted to collar someone before you. I thought it would be enough, but it isn't. It will never be until I have you in every conceivable way."

Collaring represents the highest level of commitment in our BDSM lifestyle. It should be enough for me but it's not. While I don't understand why, I need her in every way, including legally.

She stares at me with confusion as I pull the ring box out of my pocket. Opening it, I hold it in front of her. "Be my wife, Kierra. Wear my collar and my ring and give yourself to me for all of eternity."

Tears drip down her beautiful cheeks as she nods. "Yes. Oh my god, yes."

I pull the ring out and slip it on her finger. She stares down at the trinity diamond ring and smiles, "Thank you, Daddy."

"Anything you want is yours. I know you've struggled over the last few years, but that's over now. I'm going to give you everything. There will be nothing you need for."

I'm not simply talking about finances. I intend to make sure all her needs are met, physically, mentally and emotionally. She's mine and I will take care of her completely.

She chews on her bottom lip. "There is one thing I really need. Desperately."

"Name it and it's yours, baby girl."

Her cheeks blush beautifully. "I'm really horny. So much it hurts."

I rub my thumb over her lips. "I guess Daddy better fuck his little slut then."

"Please," she moans, her breath brushing over my hand.

"Bend over the wall."

She turns around and grips the black wrought iron as I come up behind her and lift her skirt over her hips and unzip my pants.

"Don't you need to remove the toy?"

I chuckle, "No. I'm going to fuck you while it's inside you and vibrating. You're going to come so hard for me."

Pressing the button, it vibrates on a low setting while I ease myself out of my boxer shorts and push into her with a groan. She feels so good as always. The lights are bright in the distance, the odd car horn sounds, but it's the sound of our breathing that seems to be the loudest. The rain falls on us as I fuck Kierra like it's the first time and the last time. It's not. This is how we'll spend the rest of our lives together. As one.

"Daddy," she whimpers as I slam my hips forward. Reaching my hand into her hair, I wind it around my fist and pull her head back. "My slut. My submissive. And soon my beautiful wife. You're mine forever."

She moans out, "And you're mine."

I toss my cell phone onto the chair on the side of the balcony and wrap my now free hand around her throat. "All yours, baby girl."

I am all hers. She has owned me since the first time I saw her in the casino. And now, I'll never let her go.

The End.