Bull's Eye

by Evelyn Vox

  “What is it?” I asked, trying to see what he had in his hand.

  He held out a small slip of paper. There was long code on it, a jumble of numbers and letters. It didn’t made any sense to me.

  “It’s an activation code,” he explained. “For interior design software. It’s called DesignRoom. It’s what all the pros use. There should be an e-mail waiting for you with a download link.”

  My eyes watered. I had no words to express to him how much this meant to me. I clutched the code to my heart, my fingers brushing the lock around my neck.

  “Thank you, Derek.”

  I was shocked to see a trace of color on his cheeks. Did he just blush? Sometimes, I thought that behind all the growling and snarling of the Dom, he was just a big softie inside. I put the code in my purse before getting up to kiss him again.

  “These are the best gifts I’ve ever gotten,” I whispered against his mouth.

  He grumbled, his hands tightening around my waist.

  “Anything for you, Princess.”

  I could have kissed him all night, but he pushed me away.

  “We have to go,” he said, “but first, the blindfold.”

  Derek grabbed the silky fabric from a drawer on the bedside table. I tried to see what else that little drawer was hiding, but his huge frame blocked my view.

  “Blindfold, huh?” I asked with a thrill of anticipation.

  In answer, he grinned his devil’s grin. It was the last thing I saw before my world went dark. My heart thudded as his arms pushed, urging me to walk forward. I had a feeling this just might be the wildest birthday I’d ever had.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  DEREK

  Alexandra was steady on her feet as I guided her to the Voyeur and Exhibitionist level. It was a testament to how much she trusted me, and it made the beast swell with pride. It was difficult not to stare at her ass and hips as I guided her.

  She looked incredible tonight.

  The long, black halter dress hugged her every curve. Curves that were bigger and softer than the last time I saw her. The low-cut neckline showed off her ample cleavage. That slit, ever so useful, revealed the feminine curve of one long leg. Yes, she was definitely filling out that dress in all the right ways.

  Maybe I’d fire that personal trainer myself.

  The beast purred with pleasure. It knew it would get to have her soon.

  Brian was waiting for us by the elevator. I scowled as the beast hissed. More and more, it did not want to share her with the cuck. I grit my teeth as he looked at her, something disapproving in his eyes. I wondered, then, where she’d thought to call herself ‘shapely’, and couldn’t shake the feeling he’d called her that.

  Asshole.

  He rushed up to us, all smiles. Before I could warn her, his hands brushed her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. Alexandra yelped, not knowing it was him. I frowned at him for being so stupid. He kissed her softly on the lips, said her name, and she relaxed, recognizing him. I wanted to pull her out of his grasp as he took control and walked her towards the stage.

  She wobbled and stumbled the entire way.

  But I kept my mouth shut and my hands to myself as I followed them. I’d gotten the sense he was annoyed with me for stepping in on their dinner like that. Part of me wondered if I crossed a line, but a larger part of me simply didn’t care. I hadn’t seen my Venus in weeks, and he was fooling himself if he thought I could wait any longer than necessary.

  If he had a problem with it, he could man-the-fuck-up and tell me to my face.

  Still, I sensed it was wise to let him walk her to the stage. Let him think he had an ounce of control before I stripped it from him. It was my collar she was wearing.

  “Did you bring the supplies?” I asked as we made our way backstage.

  “Yes,” he said, eyes flicking towards the black bag that rested by the tall, sheet-covered structure.

  “Good.”

  My eyes narrowed as I saw his hands brushing her bare shoulders. The ugly, snarling grip of jealousy clamped around my chest. I was feeling unusually possessive of Alexandra tonight. If I had it my way, it’d just be the two of us celebrating her birthday. It’d be me, worshiping her body, her curves, and giving her all the pleasure my body could give.

  All night long.

  Instead, I was here with this submissive cuck. Our third. But I had to remind myself that I was their third. I pinched the bridge of my nose and pushed the tall structure on stage. He was her husband. He had to come first. I was the interloper in this situation.

  Fucking hell.

  This was why I’d tried to create distance.

  What we had was about nothing more than sex and dominance. I wasn’t allowed the luxury of having these thoughts of possession about Alexandra. Even if I was the one she kneeled for, the one she called master.

  Mine.

  The beast reminded me with force that I was the one who claimed her and showed her the beauty of submission. I awakened these dark desires in her. I allowed her to live out her fantasies without shame. I could give her what she needed.

  Not her fucking cuck of a husband.

  I shook off my rage as I removed the sheet, revealing the St.Andrew’s cross. The onlookers let out sounds of appreciation and sighs of eager anticipation. Already, my cock was as hard as the wood that made up the cross. I adjusted the cuffs on the top of the big X and the bottom, making sure they were open, ready to be filled.

  I turned off stage, eyes landing on Brian, and issued my first command.

  “Bring her.”

  Stumbling and jerky, he lead my Goddess across the stage. He stopped in front of me, his face eager.

  “Get the bag.”

  Brian rushed off to obey. I circled my prey, letting her hear my footsteps. Alexandra trembled. My fingers went to the clasp of her dress. The moment I undid the halter straps around her neck, the entire dress fell down beautifully. I grinned when I saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. Only sexy silk panties.

  They went next.

  I pulled them down in one go, making her gasp. I guided one ankle out of them, then the next, taking the opportunity to unclasp her heels. I stepped her feet out one after the other.

  I wanted her naked. Stripped completely in nothing but my collar. When she stood, naked and quivering before the audience, I removed her blindfold.

  I imagined it was quite a shock to all of a sudden be so exposed. Her little intake of breath confirmed my suspicions. Brian waited for us, bag in hand like a good little dog. I spun Alexandra so she faced me. Her eyes widened when she saw the St.Andrew’s cross. I gripped her chin, pulling her face up to mine. I kissed her hard. Kissed her until her body relaxed against mine.

  “What’s your safeword, Princess?”

  She looked deep into my eyes as she responded. “Apple.”

  “Good girl.”

  I walked her over to the cross.

  “You, get her feet,” I barked to Brian.

  He put the bag on the floor, rushing to do my bidding. Together, we cuffed her to the big wooden X. I pressed the rigid line of my erection against her torso as I leaned up to lock her wrists in the padded cuff. She gasped. I stepped back to admire my handiwork.

  It was a sight to behold.

  My Venus, bound, held up to the St.Andrew’s cross. It was beautiful enough to be a painting. I wished I could take a photo of her. Maybe I should build one of these for my dungeon. I smirked at the memory of the last time she was down there.

  “Who is your Master?”

  “You are,” she answered, eyes never leaving mine.

  “Did you know the last time she was over, I put her in a cage? Made her my little slave?” I asked Brian as I loosened my bow tie.

  The way his eyebrows shot up indicated that no, he did not know. I liked that. I sneered at him, relishing my superiority over the loser.

  “What a pathetic cuck of a husband you are,” I announced for the audience. “I bet you can’t even make your wife come wi
thout me.”

  Brian began to unbutton his clothes too. We left our tux’s in a pile, kicking them to the side of the stage. I remained in my black boxer briefs. Brian, the dork that he was, wore bright green boxers with pink flowers on them. He knew what we were doing tonight. Why he thought those were good to wear was beyond me.

  “Nice boxers.”

  The crowd laughed with me. Good. Brian loved to be humiliated, shamed. I did promise him a night of degradation like no other.

  “We also discovered another little trick, didn’t we, slave?”

  Alexandra’s eyes widened as she nodded.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Should we show your pathetic cuck of a husband what I can make you do?”

  “Please, Master.”

  I chuckled, reaching for the bag. I fished around inside until my fingers closed around the long toy.

  “I had a feeling you’d say that,” I said, taking the anal wand out to show her.

  The crowd gasped as loud as she did. The tip of the black instrument had one small, round ball, followed by a larger one, and so on, five in total. Five masses of increasing size until it reached the handle that I currently gripped.

  My cock lurched toward her. I couldn’t wait to torment that fine ass of hers. Couldn’t wait to see those legs shaking as the pleasure assaulted her. But first, she needed to be warmed up.

  “Watch a real man make your woman come,” I snarled to Brian as I walked over to her.

  I got to my knees before her spread legs. My mouth hovered over her bare folds. Tempting. Taunting. Driving her crazy. I kissed the inside of her thigh and goosebumps flared on her skin. My tongue glided over her hip crease. Alexandra moaned.

  “Do you want me to lick your sweet, little pussy, slave?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “More than you want him to lick it?”

  She didn’t even glance his way. Her eyes were trained wholly on me, like Brian was nothing more than an afterthought.

  “Yes, Master. Please, lick me.”

  “Why not him?”

  She squirmed on the cross, her body ready and begging for me.

  “He can’t pleasure me like you can, Master.”

  The man in question had slipped a hand beneath his boxers and rubbed himself as he watched the scene unfold. I bared my teeth at her, a sadistic glee filling me at his submission.

  “Can anyone pleasure you like I can, slave?”

  “No, Master,” she said, her head whipping to the side as she shook it wildly.

  The beast swelled with pride, so it was time to reward her. She was being very good. I let my hot breath fall on her pussy, just to make her whine.

  “Please, Master! Lick my pussy.”

  She begged so beautifully.

  My tongue delved between her silky folds. God, she tasted so good. Honey and citrus and purely Alexandra. Dropping the wand, I brought my hands up to part her lips. And I devoured her. It had been far too long since I had a taste of my Venus.

  I slaked my tongue over her hot, pulsating clit. Just the way she liked it. Her cries of pleasure filled the room. I held her hips still as she tried to buck them beneath me. She writhed against my tongue, her juices flowing until her body tensed in that way it did right before she was about to come.

  I pulled back.

  She screamed her outrage, and I laughed. Her reactions never disappointed.

  “Please! Let me come!”

  My hand moved faster than my brain. I smacked her pussy, the slap reverberating through her body, the sound swallowed by her shriek.

  “Please, what, slave?” I hissed.

  Her disobedience both enraged and excited me.

  “Please, M-master,” she gasped.

  I replaced my tongue with my hands, fingers filling her drenched entrance. I moved hard and fast, my hand a blur as I penetrated her. Arousal dripped down her thighs. She was close, so I flicked my tongue out and worshipped her clit.

  The effect was immediate.

  Alexandra’s body buckled as the orgasm rocked through her. I groaned into her pussy when she soaked my fingers. Her cum tasted so sweet. I licked her through her orgasm, savoring every last drop of her sweet nectar. My glistening fingers slid out of her only to find her other entrance.

  She’d gotten them so wet, they slipped right in and she let out a small mewl of shock. I pumped my fingers in her, opening her up, and getting her ready for the wand. I was going to make her come using that anal wand.

  I wanted Brian to see just how far we’d gone. Wanted him to see just how much I could please her. He needed to know that I took her to new, undiscovered heights of ecstasy. I opened the door to heaven and let her in—not him. He was a tether, dragging her to the ground, while I showed her the stars. I glanced his way. He was still watching, though his hand had stilled in his boxers. The look on his face was peculiar. A mixture of longing and…something else?

  I decided then he wasn’t going to touch her tonight.

  Not even once.

  The dog didn’t deserve it.

  My dominance and control over Alexandra was complete. He’d see. She wouldn’t be his tonight. She’d never be his again.

  “Come here,” I ordered him.

  Still, I might as well make him useful. I enjoyed the flash of hope in his eyes as he scrambled over.

  “I want her on the ground. Hold the feet steady.”

  “Yes, Derek.” He said, crouching to get a grip on the bottom of the X.

  Alexandra’s eyes widened when she realized I was about to move the cross from vertical to horizontal. I grinned at her.

  “Don’t worry, Princess,” I whispered as I grabbed the top of the X and heaved. “I won’t drop you.”

  Her eyes calmed, but she still yelped when the cross moved. My muscles burned as I pivoted, taking the weight of the cross into my body. Gently, slowly, with Brian straining to keep the bottom level, we got her down on the ground.

  “Get out of the way,” I snarled at him.

  He hesitated and it made me want to punch him. But he got up, walked back to the sidelines, and watched as I replaced him between her legs. I needed to be inside of her. Soon. Or else I was going to lose my fucking mind. I picked up the wand and traced the round tip down her torso.

  Her whole body wiggled. So responsive. So delicious. Fucking hell, I loved her body. I wanted to lick every inch of it. I leaned over to bite a hard nipple, unable to resist the lure of the pebbled nub. Alexandra’s back arched off the X, like every cell in her body longed for me, was trying to reach for me.

  I dipped the wand inside her still soaking pussy to get it nice and wet. It glistened with her juices as I moved it towards her other entrance. Realizing what I was about to do, she tensed. I placed a hand on her stomach, fingers spread wide over her bellybutton.

  “Relax, Princess,” I said, making my voice confident, calming.

  Turquoise eyes met mine and she nodded before taking a deep breath. The tip of the wand rested against her puckered little hole. On her next inhale, I pressed it in with ease. I gave her a moment to get used to it before pressing in the next ball. It wasn’t until we reached the third size that I met some resistance.

  “Oh,” she moaned, eyes fluttering closed as it broke through the tight barrier.

  “That’s it, slave. Embrace it.”

  I moved the first three balls up and down inside her, making her gasp and whine with pleasure. Her juices flowed, helping lubricate the toy. I rubbed her clit with my other hand as I pushed the wand in deeper. It was important she stayed relaxed.

  The wand was about the same length as my cock and the largest ball was thinner than my girth. Considering I’d been buried from root to tip in that glorious ass, I knew she could take it. She just had to give into it. I swirled my thumb around her clit and the resistance melted away. One twist, one little push, and it went in all the way until the flared edges of the handle stopped it from going any further.

  “Wow,” she breathed.
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  I gave her clit a playful lick before I gripped my raging, throbbing cock. I squeezed the red tip, groaning as I considered the merits of making her suck me off first. But, fucking hell, the beast wanted to lose itself inside her. So I pressed my cock against her dripping pussy. The wet, tight heat enveloped me and my breath hitched in my chest.

  “Oh, god!” Alexandra’s voice rose an octave as I sunk into her depths. “Derek! Yes!”

  Her arms pulled at her bonds, like she was dying to grab me and run her nails down my back. As much as I enjoyed her bondage, I wanted to feel those claws digging into my skin.

  “Release her wrists,” I barked at Brian.

  Oddly, he wasn’t touching himself. He was just watching. His dick was hard, but he just stared, almost like he was taking notes. What the fuck was his problem tonight?

  He was taking too long. “Now!”

  The man jumped, like he’d been in a trance, and moved to obey. Soon, her hands were clutching my back, my ass, urging me deeper and harder. I was happy to oblige. I thrust into her with all my strength. The wooden cross thudded against the stage. Her mouth found mine and captured it in a blistering kiss.

  “Derek,” she moaned against me, “I—I can’t hold it off.”

  I chuckled. “So soon, Princess?”

  She cursed as her walls tightened. I knew her ass was convulsing as hard around that wand as her pussy was around my cock. I grit my teeth. I was close. So close. But I wasn’t going to come. Not yet. I kept thrusting, waiting for her gasps to settle, waiting for that moment when her body slumped, bereft of pleasure.

  Alexandra went limp with a soft little sigh, and I snaked my hand beneath us, fingers hooking around the handle of the wand. I pumped it in and out of her asshole in time with my cock. Her body went taut, like she’d been electrocuted. She screamed as the wand worked its magic and another orgasm rattled her system.

  An anal orgasm.

  She gasped, shuddered, her entire body at the mercy of the pleasure I’d given her.

  It was my undoing. I thrust deeply as I came inside of my Goddess. I rested atop her for a few breaths. Her thudding heart beat against my chest, in tandem with mine. Gently, I pulled the wand out of her and dropped it on the floor. My hands flew to her face. I pet her hair and kissed her cheeks. She smiled up at me, beaming in the afterglow of the pleasure, and enjoyed the intimacy of this quiet moment as much as I did.