Chapter 94: Calling him Deon…

Gideon’s pov

The urge to sink into her was insane.

This was insanity. How could I want two different women with as much intensity that they seemed just the same?

It made no logical sense. Yet my hands went to my belt, the leather groaning as I unbuckled it.

The relief that Amber had come, that she had given herself to me so completely, was like a drug. I rarely had the urge to throw fists, but when I had seen her in that alcove and the man trying to advance on her, for a brief second, I imagined smashing his face with my fist.

Yeah, Insanity.

When I was with Amber, the ridiculous thoughts of pinning my housekeeper in my bed disappeared into nothing.

That was even unnerving, and I detested being unnerved. I freed my cock, the thick, angry length springing free, straining towards her as if it had a will of its own. If ember was the key to stop my hunger for Ivy Harpley, then there was only one thing left to do.

"I want you," I heard myself say; the words came out much rougher than I intended. "I want you to be my submissive long-term, not just at the club. We would have to discuss it, of course. Outside of this place, but I want you to be my mistress, Amber... Amber?"

But she wasn’t hearing a word. Her amber eyes were glazed and hazy with lust, fixed on my cock. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in soft, sweet pants.

She watched me as if I were a god, as if my dick was the answer to every prayer she’d ever had, and Christ, I loved that look. That cock-drunk, mindless devotion. It was a fucking power trip.

She bit her plump lower lip, and that gesture felt so familiar that a flicker of confusion cut through my haze of desire.

Ivy Harpley?

"Please," she moaned, her voice a husky, intoxicating rasp that went straight to my balls. "Please, Sir... fuck me."

My cock lurched painfully, a thick bead of precum welling at the tip. I shook my head, trying to dislodge the ghostly image of my housekeeper that kept trying to intrude in my head. This was Amber.

I snatched a foil packet from a nearby table, ripped it open with my teeth and rolled the condom on with a practiced hand, my eyes locked on her cunt. I watched, mesmerized, as her slick folds clenched in anticipation, inviting me.

I pulled off my silk tie, stepped closer, looping it around her slender neck. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. She only whimpered, her body trembling.

Then I sank into her.

The feeling was fucking heaven. A hot, tight, wet vanilla paradise that gripped my cock greedily. I groaned, my head falling back as I sheathed myself to the hilt.

She gave a deep sound of pleasure, her body arching against the chains, and fuck, I wanted more of that sound. More of the way her body yielded to me, the way her tight cunt stretched to accommodate my thick length.

More of her.

More. I started to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in. The force of my thrusts made her body swing, the chains rattling with every punishing stroke. The room got filled with the sounds of our fucking, the wet, obscene slap of my skin against hers, her rich moans and my groans.

"Too much?" I grunted, pounding her cunt harder.

"No!" she sobbed, her head thrashing from side to side. "Don’t stop...Oh god, yes, more, harder."

I wrapped the tie around my fist, using it to pull her head forward, angling her body so I could drive even deeper into her. I watched her tits bounce with every thrust, watched the sweat bead on her skin, her face contort in a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She was a fucking goddess, a wanton, shameless deity of sin, and she was all mine.

She had to be all mine; I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit and ssrubbing it in hard, fast circles, matching the thrusts of my cock. Her body tensed, her cries growing higher, more frantic.

"Cum for me, Amber. Cum all over my cock, let go."

A violent, shattering orgasm ripped through her, her cunt clamping down on my dick like a vise. A gush of fluid erupted from her, drenching my thighs, her scream of pleasure echoing in the velvet-draped room. "Oh god, D..."

I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her through it, prolonging her pleasure, pushing her higher, until she was begging, her body limp and spent.

But I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted more. I wanted everything. All that she could give. I shifted my angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.

I fucked her harder, faster, a savage, relentless rhythm. I made her cum again, and then a third time, each orgasm more intense than the last, until she was a writhing, sobbing, mindless mess, completely wrecked by my cock.

The sight of her wrecked, eyes glazed in pleasure, hips rolling, was my undoing. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and let go.

My orgasm ripped through me, a violent, shuddering release that stole my breath. I pulsed inside her, filling the condom with thick, hot streams of my cum, my body shuddering from the force of it. I stayed there for a long moment, my forehead resting against her chest, both of us gasping for air.

"Oh my... Oh Deon... Deon," She panted.

When I could finally move, I gently untied her, my hands surprisingly steady. I lowered her legs, then her arms. She sagged against me, so I scooped her up, her head lolling against my shoulder, and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.

Wait a minute...Deon?

NO. No way. In an instant, I reared back and grabbed at the gold mask on her face.