Punished in Vegas

Dash

W hen Bianca said she'll find a way for us to make vacationing a yearly tradition, this isn't exactly what I pictured. Which was her lying and sneaking away, so I'll come chasing after her halfway across the ocean.

On top of it, the little brat chose Vegas.

The city crawling with horny men left and right.

My hands haven't stopped twitching with the urge to spank her ass red since I found out.

Apparently, the same impulse is driving the man beside me. Nova D'Cruz. Who is married to my fiancée's best friend, Rosalie. That girl is nothing but trouble, I swear. This little secret getaway has her name written all over it.

"Both of you are unnecessarily worried and overreacting," Nathan, boyfriend to Bianca's other best friend, Iris, scoffs with a frown.

Both Nova and my gaze whips to his as we stare at him, perplexed.

Is he being serious?

The man is insanely calm for someone who watched his girl get a lap dance.

I was seconds away from stalking across the room the minute the shirtless stripper approached their table. Then becoming marginally relaxed when it was Iris who stood up. I wasn't mad that Bianca lied and came halfway across the world. In fact, I love it when she attempts to test my limits because afterward, I get to have her any way I desire and punish her for my pleasure.

I was pissed because despite being in the same room, I was forced to stay in the shadows. It's something I hate with a vengeance, having spent years loving and craving her from the shadows.

I need the feel of her soft skin against mine, her scent in my veins, and sweet voice in my ear in order to function. It's the honest truth.

"Iris has made you soft," retorts Nova with a curl to his lips.

"Trusting my girlfriend not to cheat isn't going soft, it's being a trusting boyfriend." Staring between us, he tilts his head and points out, "You're both going to ruin their vacation, do you realize that? They wanted to get away from us, not have us stalk after them."

"Speak for yourself," I utter. "My Bianca knows what she signed up for."

"Mine is about to," declares Nova.

Nathan pinches the bridge of his nose, signaling his frustration, and then sighs. "Let's just get this over with."

"They better not be getting private lap dances or there will be a bloodbath," warns Nova menacingly.

The vision of another man touching Bianca is enough to bring a haze of red-hot rage.

One would think the feeling would go away since my heart and mind knows Bianca is all mine and I trust her implicitly. However, I'm as obsessed with her as I was the first time I saw her in my bedroom all those years ago when she was dating my brother.

The three of us stroll down the dimly lit hallway to the last room at the back where the girls are having a meet and greet with the strippers. I don't see the purpose behind it, only a waste of time. The longer the night goes on as I watch the ruckus the girls are causing, the more tightly wound I become.

The same moment we reach the girls' private lounge, Nova's earlier warning of a bloodbath happening feels like a very real possibility.

Because the scene inside makes my blood boil, making me come to a halt at the threshold. A cloud of possessiveness and jealousy encompasses me whole.

Two of the show's strippers are half naked in the center of the small makeshift stage while surrounded by our girls. My wrathful gaze locks on my fiancée, whose purple minidress isn't leaving much to the imagination with the way it's wrapped around her supple curves.

She stands a little to the side, smiling bright and cheering Iris, who puts a bill into the stripper's G-string. Christ! They are all in different stages of tipsy.

Nova, Nathan, and I silently watch as they remain oblivious to our presence. I'm contemplating Nathan's words of leaving them alone to continue their fun, when the two strippers offer a lap dance and a body shot.

Iris chooses the first while Rosalie eagerly jumps up for the latter.

Before my brat can put up an insane request that'll send the other man into an early grave, I step forward and demand, "What about you, kitten?"

Bianca freezes at the sound of my threatening voice and slowly faces me. I watch in satisfaction as she swallows nervously upon seeing me while her soft gaze widens.

"Nathan?" gasps a very drunk Iris, blinking rapidly.

"Did I interrupt your fun?" Nathan quips, gaze skirting to the other two men.

"Don't let us stop you," drawls Nova with a tight smile. "I believe Rose was about to have a body shot. I'm curious to know who's going to drink off of who."

"I asked you a question, kitten."

Bianca gulps. "Dash…darling."

"Neither then? Good," I growl as the last of my thin patience snaps. I close the distance and throw a shell-shocked Bianca over my shoulder. She yelps as her hands find purchase on my waist. Walking past a rigid Nova with his dark eyes glued to his new wife and a quiet Nathan, I say, "See you both at breakfast."

"I'm getting dizzy, Dash," squeals Bianca as soon as we're alone outside.

Squeezing her ass, I drag her down my body until she has no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist. Her brown gaze is hooded and dark with lust, while a mischievous smile plays on her lips. Hands wrapped around the back of neck, she leans forward and licks my skin visible through the collar of my shirt. Her mouth sucks, bites, and traces kisses along my throat and up to my ear, before she whispers in a sultry voice, "I was going to tell you, I swear."

Fuck, she's horny.

And not the least bit sorry.

"God! I need you inside me, Dash," she whispers in a pained moan. Her husky and needy tone is my weakness and driving me mad with lust.

Any other time, her filthy wish would be my command, but tonight, I'm not in a merciful mood. She's going to earn every inch of my cock.

"No," I answer.

She pulls back and blinks. With a pout, she says, "It's been a day since I felt your cock inside me, Dash."

"Were you counting on me finding you?"

"Of course." She smirks proudly and kisses me and I find it impossible to resist. "If there's one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt, it's that you'll always finding me."

"You're absolutely right, but know sweet-talking me isn't going to stop me from punishing you hard, kitten."

"Nothing I can't handle."

"We'll see," I dangerously warn.

We both pull apart when a throat clears behind us. I look back to see Nathan standing with a passed-out Iris in his arms. I lower a blushing Bianca to the floor, keeping her glued to my side.

"Wanna share a cab back to the hotel?" he asks.

"What about Nova and Rosalie?"

"I think they'll be staying a little longer."

I can only imagine what hell they are giving each other. I'm praying one of them makes it out alive. Nodding at Nathan, the four of us walk outside and hail a cab. Half an hour later, I'm carrying one quiet and sex-starved Bianca into our suite.

"Dash," she murmurs when I don't stop until we're in the bedroom.

Depositing her on the middle of the bed, I move toward the bedside drawer while commanding her over my shoulder, "Strip."

Beautifully submissive, I hear the rustling of her clothes as she obeys while I pull out the little surprise I brought for her. When I turn, her hands pause on her bra as she kneels facing me. Those expressive eyes lock on the item in my hand.

"Is that…?"

"Nipple clamps? Yes." My dick hardens as I imagine the soft whimper she'll let loose when I put them on. Inching closer, I rip the bra off her chest, making her ample breasts bounce. "You know how much I love your tits, especially when they're swollen red with my teeth."

"Are they going to hurt?" she murmurs, biting her lip and giving away the wild curiosity taking root in her body.

"Yes. But you'll wear them for me, won't you?" I rasp and pinch one nipple, hardening it. "In the bedroom, you're my pretty whore and if I wish to have your nipples clamped, then that's what I'll have."

My filthy words raise goosebumps on her flesh as she nods and thrusts her tits out.

"Good girl." Peering into her face so I don't miss a single reaction, I twist her right nipple before putting the first metal clamp on.

"Oh God!" she hisses, squeezing her eyes shut.

A tear leaks out when I clamp the neglected nipple. "Breathe, kitten. Slowly."

Seizing her lips with mine, I kiss her mouth softly at first before it turns rough and deep as my lust ratchets for her. I tug the chain between the clamps, drawing a sharp cry from her that travels straight to my dick. Reaching between her thighs, I find her slick heat.

"Dash," she moans my name.

I lay her flat on her back and spread her thighs, and dive for her tight cunt. I lick her mindlessly, eating her pussy for all I'm worth as she presses my head harder against her clit. She grinds and fucks herself on my tongue as I shove it deep inside.

"Right there! Yes! Lick me harder, Dash."

I growl against her cunt and pull the chain again until she shatters on my tongue.

As she writhes in pleasure, I quickly discard my clothes and brace myself over her. Circling her throat, I make her focus on my eyes. "You always think me denying you an orgasm is mean," I say darkly. "Let's see how many you can handle before you're pleading for me to stop. It's time I made good on my threat and you knew what forced orgasms felt like, kitten."

"What?" she gasps, panting roughly.

"We're going to see how many ways and times I can make you come until you're one sorry girl. You're not sleeping until I've fucked the brattiness out of you."

Cupping her breasts, I squeeze the soft flesh and suck hard around the clamped nipples. Her fingers tug at my hair when I bite down until a purple hickey forms. It's a ritual I do daily, not letting her leave the house without my mark.

"Dash!" A pleasured cry slips from her mouth as I unclamp one tip and use my lips to soothe the ache. She thrashes underneath me from the blood rushing to the surface and onslaught of sensations. I hold her down, greedily lapping at her nipple.

"Oh God! Fuck!"

I slide to her other tit and slowly release her rigid nipple. After one deep suck and teasing the other with my thumb, she climaxes again like the perfect little pain slut. Before she can recover, I straddle her chest and slap my erect cock on her cheek. Feeling the sting, she turns her head and wraps her lips around my cockhead to lick the precum dribbling from the slit.

The feel of her warm mouth heavenly and mind-blowing.

Pulling out, I switch our positions until we are in sixty-nine. The second her mouth locks around my shaft again, I thrust two fingers in her pussy while tonguing her clit. Finger fucking her ruthlessly, I graze her swollen nub with my teeth.

"Keep sucking my dick," I growl, slapping her pussy when she stops.

"Mhmm," a garbled moan reaches my ear.

Spanking her pink flesh again, I plunge my cock deeper into her throat until she gags. Her nails scratch and dig into my thighs while her cunt bucks upward. Taking mercy, I lick her slit and drink her sweet juices. Nothing in this world tastes as addictive as she does.

"Gonna come for me again, kitten?"

"Yes. So close."

Forcing three fingers in to the hilt, I rub against her G-spot and set a pace that makes her scream. The vibrations sending erotic sensations up my shaft, my balls pulling taut. Yet I hold myself back. Biting her nub, I flick it until her limbs seize and she orgasms again.

This one has her squirming away, and she begs, "No more… I can't."

Sliding off her, I yank her onto all fours and smack her ass.

"Spread your legs," I command. "Nowhere near done with you."

"Just fuck me, Dash."

Wrenching her thighs wider, I spit on her asshole that's already glistening with her cum, and push one finger in. She tightens like a vise around my finger. Her hands ball into fists while hiding her face in the pillow, which only arches her back more.

"This is what happens to bad girls who run away, they get more than they bargained for."

"Please. I won't ever do it again."

I slowly pull out my finger before thrusting shallowly again. She whimpers when I fill her pussy with three fingers until she's stretched in both holes. "Give me one more if you want my dick fucking you raw."

Fucking her slow and deep, I draw out her pleasure in agonizing waves. Several minutes pass before her walls clench, a telltale sign of another strong climax. Twisting my fist in her locks, I pull her back against my chest and wiggle my fingers in her channel. She drips down my wrist as I fuse my mouth to hers.

"Such a greedy whore, coming and coming," I taunt with a smirk, earning a sharp cry as I reach around to pinch her swollen clit.

She shatters once more on a silent scream.

"Dash, please."

I force her onto all fours again. "Think you've earned my cock yet?"

"Mhmm… Yes." She nods rapidly, fisting and pulling at the sheets. Back arching as I press her nub in circles, she moans and begs, "I'm so—sorry. Fuck me, Dash. Please. Please. Please."

I thrust inside her before she whispers the last please.

"Ahh!"

Her pussy is so drenched and dripping onto the sheets that I don't let her adjust to my invasion and pound into her savagely. I make her immobile with my hands locked around her tiny waist and thrust repeatedly, my groans mixing with hers.

"You're going to come once more."

"No," she sobs. "I can't."

"Yes." Thrust. "You." Thrust. "Will." Thrust.

Reaching underneath her, I twist and pull her sensitive nipple before wrapping my hand around her throat. My head resting in the middle of her back, I lick her spine while forcing her to accept the viciousness of my hunger and lust.

"Dash… fuck! Harder. I'm yours. Take me."

Her soft begging eggs me on. "Such a filthy fucking whore. Do you love it when I fuck you like an animal? Use your holes like they were only made to serve me?"

"Yes! I-I'm coming. Oh god! It hurts!"

Plunging to the hilt, I stay buried and growl, "Come."

The moment she squeezes the life out of cock, going limp, I let loose a roar as a blinding orgasm rips through my body. My hips jerk against her ass unevenly as I spill my load deep inside her pussy. She spasms around my shaft, drawing every drop of my cum.

It dribbles out of her as I pull out and turn her on her back.

I collect it from her thigh.

"No more, Dash," she whispers.

"Shhh," I murmur, pushing my cum back inside her. Lying down beside her, I pull her into my arms to cuddle so she can fall asleep. Kissing her forehead, I wrap the blanket over us. "Sleep."

"I missed you."

I smile, my heart melting at her words. "I missed you too, wifey."

Bianca

My body is deliciously sore and aching in all the right places.

While my brain screams, Lesson learned .

Multiple orgasms back-to-back aren't as much fun as they are in theory. Even if watching Dash lose the last shred of his dark and wicked control was worth it. Turning to my side, I lean up on my elbow and stare at my fiancé's gloriously naked body.

The insatiable whore inside me pants and awakens for more of his depravity.

But my mind reminds me it's not worth losing my ability to walk. At least, more than I have already. However, it doesn't mean I can't have a small taste.

His eyes are closed, lips—framed by dark stubble—slightly parted, and his left arm stretched toward me. I slide down the bed and kneel between his legs. Bending, I take his erect cock into my mouth. His length swells even more and jerks against my tongue as I suck it like my favorite candy, earning a drop of precum.

Fingers thread in my hair before his husky voice teases, "Still hungry?"

I say nothing and keep worshipping his dick until he groans out loud and masculine-sounding.

"Fuck!" he curses.

I lick the underside before lowering my lips to his heavy balls and draw one into my mouth. Stroking his shaft with my hand, I lap at his balls.

"Take me in your mouth, kitten."

I obey and he takes control, deep throating me rough and hard.

A few seconds later, I'm greedily swallowing his salty cum.

As soon as I'm done, he tugs me up his body and wraps me in a hug. Laying us sideways, he kisses my mouth, caressing me all over like he didn't spend the previous night touching and tasting every inch of me. I soak in every moment because it's been a while since we've been this lazy in bed.

Otherwise, we'd be rushing for work by now.

Tracing his pecs, I squint my eyes, and say, "You never told me how you found us."

"Why?" Playfulness darkens his forest green eyes. "So you can be cautious next time?"

"There won't be a next time."

"Obviously. There's only so far you can go with an ankle monitor."

I slap his arm. "You wouldn't dare."

"Cuffs then?"

"Nope."

"Then I'm afraid the tracker stays."

My gaze widens in astonishment and I gasp out a string of rapid questions. "Seriously? Where? My phone?"

"Yes," he answers unapologetically.

Meanwhile, I'm completely unbothered by his possessive ways. Because if I asked to do the same to him, he'll say yes in a heartbeat.

"What am I going to do with you, Mr. Stern." I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"Whatever you want, wifey." His smiling lips press against mine as he whispers huskily, "Whatever you want."

"Crazy man," I tease, forcing him onto his back before straddling his waist. "And all mine."

"Forever yours," he murmurs back. "In every lifetime."

Even though I'm sore, I still push myself down on his thick cock and leisurely ride him. With every thrust, I remind myself that this man, my soulmate, is forever mine.

Just like I'm his.