Owning Beauty (Taking Beauty Trilogy Book 3)

by Nikki Wild

  Instead, I’d let my instinct to protect them override my logical thoughts at the time. He’d pissed me off so badly, and I just wanted to make it all go away.

  I had so much other shit to think about, the last thing I needed was some money hungry asshole trying to fuck with my family. It was just easier to make him go away.

  But that was no excuse. I decided on my way up to the penthouse that I had to tell Chloe the truth. And Matilda, too. They’d be upset that I paid the asshole off, probably, but I had to at least explain to them why I’d done it. If they wanted me to, I’d put a stop on the check.

  I needed to deal with this right away, so it didn’t turn into a bigger problem later and so that I could properly continue with my investigation into Bruce’s death. That was what was important to me.

  That, and protecting my family. Even Matilda was my family now, so she fell into that category whether she wanted to or not.

  When I walked in, Chloe was nowhere to be found.

  I called out her name, but she didn’t answer.

  I walked into our bedroom, but she wasn’t there, either. Her phone and purse were on the dresser, so I knew she was here somewhere.

  She’s probably working, I thought, heading down the hall to her studio.

  I knocked on the closed door and opened it, peeking in. I expected to see the usual chaos, but instead, everything was neatly organized and tidy. I smiled with pride. She was really getting it together. Everyday she proudly listed off her achievements for the day and I could tell that Violet was really helping, but she was also doing a lot of the work herself now that she wasn’t overwhelmed with the business aspect of it.

  I’d been telling her from the start that every successful businessperson got there by delegating. Nobody was an island, so to speak. Every successful company owner got there with a lot of help from other people.

  I walked back down the hall, calling Chloe’s name.

  When I heard her faint voice call from the dungeon, my cock reacted before my brain.

  “In here,” she cooed.

  I swallowed hard, my body immediately taking over, my feet moving to the door, my hand reaching out and opening it and my cock springing to attention at the heavenly sight waiting for me without no conscious thought of my own.

  “Beauty…” I whispered when I saw her.

  “Hello, my love,” she replied, with a sultry smile.

  She was spread out on the bed, her hair falling over her shoulder, cascading down her arm as she propped herself up. The look on her face was pure hunger and all thoughts of telling her what I’d done disappeared from my mind immediately.

  I walked over to the bed, gazing down at her. She was wearing something I’d never seen before, a red and black number that hugged her curves perfectly. Her breasts threatened to spill out of it completely, her perfect rosy nipples peeking out seductively.

  “What did I do to deserve this?” I asked.

  “I just thought we both needed a little reprieve,” she said.

  “You thought right,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

  I watched with growing passion as she sat up. She smiled up at me, her eyes wide and sensual, as she reached for me. She grabbed my belt, pulling me closer as she unfastened it. Her fingers unbuttoned my pants, and as she slowly slid the zipper down, she looked up at me, biting her lip.

  Desire raged through me as she reached inside my boxers, pulling out my already throbbing cock. I pushed my pants to the floor and stepped out of them.

  Her mouth engulfed me, the heat overwhelming, her soft lips sliding down my hard shaft as her tongue swirled around it. My head fell back as I sunk my hands into her hair, her head bobbing back and forth.

  “Oh, my god…,” I moaned. She was amazing, her mouth pulling every ounce of pleasure out of me until I was about to come in her mouth.

  “Stop, babe,” I said, pulling away. She looked up at me with a disappointed pout, only adding to my desire for her.

  “Lie back,” I whispered. She did so slowly, her long limbs spreading over the bed, her thighs falling open as she reached her hand down between her lips, spreading her beautiful center open for me to see. My eyes trailed up her beautiful, lace-covered body, her breasts full and swollen, her collar firmly fastened around her delicate neck.

  Quickly, I shed the rest of my clothes and joined her on the bed. I hovered over her, my lips crashing into hers as I kissed her deeply. My cock throbbed against her naked thigh and I shifted my weight, pushing my cock against her inviting pussy.

  “Bear, please, not yet,” she said.

  “Not yet?” I asked, my cock about to explode just by the caress of her soft skin.

  “I want…,” she began, looking up at me shyly.

  “What, Beauty? What do you want?”

  She bit her lip before replying, the sexiest look crossing her face.

  “I…want…the…whip,” she whispered softly. My eyes widened in surprise. She’d never really asked for it before and my heart almost melted in my chest.

  She wanted to play. Of course she did, or she wouldn’t be in this room. I’d been so eager to fuck her, to feel myself buried inside of her, that I hadn’t realized what she needed.

  “Have you been a good girl?” I asked.

  She nodded, a small smile spreading across her face. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back.

  “You have, haven’t you?” I growled. She nodded again, her eyes begging me. I marveled at the blessing of finding this woman.

  I stood up, my hard cock standing straight up between my legs. I could handle waiting a little longer, if it made her happier. I wanted nothing more than to please her.

  I walked to the wall, selecting a large leather and fur paddle. I turned back to her, showing it to her.

  “Touch it,” I said. She reached out her fingers gingerly touching the fur. “It’s soft, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she murmured demurely. I flipped it over to the leather side. “See this side? It’s going to sting so badly against your beautiful skin. Is that what you want, Beauty?”

  She nodded enthusiastically and I couldn’t help but smile with approval.

  “Turn over,” I said. Eagerly, she turned over, her lace covered ass fully displayed for my use. Slowly, I ran the fur side of the paddle over the back of her thighs and up to her cheeks. She shuddered, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. “Your ass is almost perfect, Chloe. Do you know what would make it better?”

  She looked over her shoulder, staring up at me expectantly.

  “You know, don’t you?” I asked, running it over her ass over and over. “It’s so round, so shapely, so absolutely sexy. But it’s entirely too lily white, Beauty.”

  I landed the first blow, pulling my arm back and down, the smack loudly cracking through the air. She shuddered again and I smiled. “Ah, yes, that’s a little better. Such a pretty little faint pink. I think we need more.”

  I hit her again, three times in a row, the blood rushing to the surface of her skin. “Look at that,” I admired. “It’s like a perfect canvas, just waiting for the stroke of my brush. So pretty, Chloe. So fucking perfect.”

  My cock throbbed painfully now, begging for contact, begging for release. But I ignored my own needs, seeing the pleasure washing across my wife’s face. She lifted her ass higher, wiggling it towards me, begging for more.

  “You dirty little vixen,” I growled. “Begging for it…”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her head buried between her hands as she braced herself for more. I stopped, making her wait, drawing out the tension as long as I could. I hit her again, each blow ricocheting through me, sending me into the delicious trance that I was so addicted to.

  A familiar rush of power ripped through me as I gazed down at her.

  “Tell me, Beauty, tell me what I love to hear,” I ordered.

  “I’m yours, Bear. All yours,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me again, tears welling up in her eyes.
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  “Tell me you love me,” I said, landing another blow on her ass.

  “I love you so much!” she cried.

  “Tell me you love this,” I said, landing another.

  “I love it, baby, I love the way it stings my ass, the way it hurts, the way it rushes through me…”

  “Ah, that’s my girl,” I growled. “Tell me you love my cock.”

  Her eyes lit up with joy.

  “It’s my favorite thing in the entire world.”

  I couldn’t handle it anymore. I grabbed a handful of her hair and making sure not to hurt her, I pulled her face near me again.

  “I want your mouth again,” I said. She opened wide as I slid inside, my cock threatening to explode immediately. I gave her a few seconds, but it was too much and I was having way too much fun to stop now. I pulled away and she flashed me her pouting face again.

  “Spread your legs,” I demanded. She laid back down, obeying me perfectly. I swallowed hard, my cock begging to slam inside of her, but I continued to resist. I grabbed the paddle and began softly slapping it against her outer lips. She shuddered with tap, her head thrown back in ecstasy. When I saw the faint glimmer of her juices flowing from her, coating the paddle, I couldn’t help myself.

  I dove between her legs, licking her delicious nectar from her pulsing center. She tasted like love, like heaven, like candy, like anything and everything that was good in the world.

  I thrust my tongue inside, grabbing her flailing hips to hold her still. She struggled against me and I held on tighter. Her moans filled the room and I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard. She cried out, just what I wanted. I sucked harder and harder until she was screaming my name, thrashing below me like a captured wildcat. I held on, continuing my assault until she stilled, her pussy filling my mouth with her pleasure.

  Afterwards, she lay panting, submissive, her thighs fallen open, her pussy drenched with her juices.

  I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I slammed into her with the full force of my strength, my cock smoothly sliding into her as far as I could reach. She pulsed around me, her tightness threatening to push me over the edge right away. I took a deep breath, doing my best to hold on as I fucked into her over and over. The sensitivity passed, and my hard cock worked deeper into her, fucking her wildly, her pussy so soft, so wet, so fucking beautifully tight.

  She fit like a glove.

  “Yes, yes, yes…” she chanted, her beautiful voice rising up above my guttural moans. I hammered her hard, and then harder still.

  I needed this so badly. I needed her. I needed us. I needed this family, this life, this acceptance and release, this magic we’d created together in the darkness of my heart.

  She’d found a way to reach inside of me, illuminating my darkness and turning it into something else entirely—pure love.

  She wrapped her arms and thighs around me as I kissed her, as I fucked her, as I gave her every ounce of love and lust that existed inside of me. My love flowed out of my cock and straight into her, filling her up with the heat of my release.

  She cried out, her pussy slamming tightly around me as we crashed over the edge together, the lines between realism and magic blurring into one as our love brought us closer together, our bodies clinging to each other for sweet life…

  Chloe

  My ass still stung from yesterday’s sweet assault. My plan worked perfectly, leaving Bear relaxed and happy, and certainly sexually satisfied. We’d stayed in the dungeon playing for hours, locking ourselves away from the world. We’d finally gone to bed in the early morning hours, giggling and kissing, my skin tingling as we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

  I’d woken up as he’d kissed my forehead before leaving for work, his gentle touch a sweet contrast from last night’s paddle.

  I stretched and opened my eyes a few minutes later, the sun shining in through the large windows of our bedroom.

  I walked through the morning with a grin on my face and my heart full of love and joy. I still couldn’t believe my luck. I was starting to accept that this was my life, but I was still in awe of it all, the way it played out, the way Bear loved me, the way I loved him…

  I had a busy day ahead of me. I had a doctor’s appointment at noon, which Bear was supposed to meet me at, and I was meeting Violet afterwards to do some planning. After that, I was meeting the seamstresses to look over their work. And tonight, Bear and I were supposed to meet up with Mom for an early dinner. I knew by the time I got back home for the night, I’d be exhausted.

  Lately, all I wanted to do was sleep.

  I slept in every morning as much as I could get away with. I took a nap every chance I got. And I was usually fast asleep by nine at night, if Bear wasn’t home. In fact, if I didn’t have so much to do, I’d probably crawl back into bed right now.

  Instead, I decided to treat myself to breakfast as the bistro down the street. They had the best omelets and I’d been craving mushrooms like crazy. I was having the weirdest cravings. Last week, I’d made Bear go out in the middle of the night and get me all of the ingredients to make s’mores. We'd sat in the living room in front of the fireplace, trying not to burn ourselves as we pulled the foil packets from the fire, feeding each other sticky, gooey chocolate and marshmallows, laughing hysterically through it all. We’d ended up in the shower together after we realized licking it off wasn’t going to work out so well.

  It was the best shower I’ve ever had.

  I was smiling about it as I walked out into the crisp sunny day. As always, the city that never sleeps was wide awake. The stream of people outside of our building seemed to only let up in the early hours of the morning. Anytime after sunrise, it was a madhouse. Today was no exception.

  Max had the day off today, so I joined the river of people and let them sweep me down the street with them towards the bistro. I was smiling, thinking of Bear, thinking of what I’d eat—extra mushrooms, extra cheese—when I felt a hand close around my arm.

  Startled I pulled away before I looked up.

  When I saw it was Randy, I bristled.

  “Don’t touch me!” I said. “What are you doing?”

  I stopped to face him, the stream of people rushing past us.

  His face was twisted into an ugly grimace. He pushed something into my face

  “Look at this!” he snarled.

  “What is it?” I asked, looking down at it. It was a check. From Bear…

  “What is this?” I asked, my heart jumping in my chest.

  “Your husband is smarter than you,” he said. “I just thought you should know that he paid me money to leave you alone yesterday.”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. I looked up at him, but the smug look on his face made me do a double take. I was furious, but I wasn’t about to give this horrible man the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under my skin. I looked him straight in the eye, raising my chin defiantly.

  “I already knew. So what the hell are you doing here?” I asked, my voice steely.

  He blinked in surprise and took a step back.

  “I thought he wasn’t going to tell you,” he said. My heart was breaking and I just wanted to get away from him. Why would Bear do such a thing?

  “Well, he did. Go away. I never want to hear from you again. Do you understand? Did he tell you that, too?”

  “Yeah,” he said, “he did.”

  “Then leave!” I yelled, my voice barely rising above the traffic noise. “Go! Go on!” I pushed him away from me and turned and ran back to our building, leaving him behind, glad he hadn’t followed me because I didn’t want him to see the tears falling down my face.

  I wasn’t crying because of him. I was crying because of Bear. How could he betray me like that? I’d asked him directly not to do that and he still did it!

  By the time I got back to the penthouse, I was shaking.

  I sank down onto the couch, crying into my hands.

  Bear was late to the doctor’s appointment. M
y face was puffy from crying, but thankfully the doctor and her assistants pretended not to notice. By the time Bear came barreling through the door, I was already in the stirrups.

  I hadn’t talked to him since this morning. He didn’t know Randy had come to see me again. I was planning on confronting him before the appointment, but since he was late, here I was—puffy, angry and half naked in a room with my doctor.

  It was hardly the time to ask him why he’d given my deadbeat dad a bunch of money. I was appalled, though. And furious. And fucking hurt. He thought his fucking money could solve anything. But this was my problem, not his.

  I wanted an explanation and I wasn’t sure if I’d even accept it. I couldn’t imagine anything he could say that would make me forgive him.

  “Mr. Dalton,” Dr. Reynolds smiled, “so glad you could join us today.”

  “Sorry I’m late,” he said, flashing a charming, apologetic smile to the doctor and leaning down and kissing my forehead.

  Fuck, I thought, he smells good.

  I stiffened at his touch, and when he put his palm over mine, I pulled away. I felt him looking at me, but I avoided his gaze. I kept my focus on the doctor. She was rolling the ultrasound wand over my belly and I looked past her at the monitor behind her.

  “Oh!” I cried, as the baby came into view. When the racing sound of a strong and steady heartbeat filled the room, tears filled my eyes.

  “That’s your baby right there,” she said. I nodded, my eyes glued to the screen.

  Bear leaned down next to me, planting a kiss on my cheek. I moved my cheek away and I heard him gasp. He put his hand over mine again and I pulled away again.

  “Chloe,” he said, his voice low and stern.

  I ignored him, the tears in my eyes welling up bigger. My heart was pounding, my throat constricted and for fuck’s sake, I really didn’t want to do this right now, but I couldn’t look at him. Not without screaming.

  So, I didn’t.

  I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin and kept looking at the screen, pretending he hadn’t said my name.