Me After You (Completed)

Chapter 25: You, Me and My Crazy Family

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PETE:

I slammed the door, still feeling furious at what Vegas had done to me. I was frustrated and just wanted him to throw me on the bed and finish what we started, but I knew he wouldn't. Penalties are something Vegas never refused, especially when it came to me. In this case, of course, he had every right, after all, it was me who screwed up, but I had no intention of admitting it out loud. I promised myself never to listen to Porsche and his stupid ideas again, but now I had to focus on something completely different. How do I get Vegas to forgive me faster? I thought that because of the attack, he would completely forget about the whole thing, but no, it would be strange if the big and terrible Vegas did not punish me for bad behavior. Why didn't his punishments focus on me coming too many times?

Frustrated, I walked from corner to corner, cursing him inside and explaining his behavior at the same time as I heard the bedroom door open and saw his contented, arrogant smile. My hands scabies and rushed to hit him, but I stopped myself. Not now, Pete. All I noticed was as Vegas put the clothes he bought for me on the sofa and came closer. I watched his every move closely, and we both finally knew the fun wasn't over yet.

I saw his hands floating and felt their touch on my nape, they were unfastening the choker still enveloping my neck.

- You look beautiful in it, but I have something better for you - he muttered, and I clenched my fingers into fists, knowing that any attempt to stop it would be in vain.

- Do we really have to do this? - I asked again and again, and Vegas stroked my cheek, kissing it gently.

- You won't learn otherwise – I wanted to snort at those words, but it could hurt my cause.

I stifled the protest and felt something heavy fasten around my neck. I looked back and knew that the collar Vegas had put on me was with a chain which is now attached to the bed. I swallowed my saliva, imagining all the things we could do with it, when my lover pushed me gently until I fell on the sheets. Then he reduced the length, and I already knew that I could only move freely up to half of our bed. What was this bastard planning?

Vegas at that time pulled a black box out of the closet, putting it on the mattress. He unhurriedly opened it, taking the belt from inside, with which he immobilized my hands behind my back.

- Vegas? - I wanted to get his attention, but he checked to see if he fastened everything tightly enough, and then he reached into the box again.

I ran my tongue over the lower, now nerve-dried, lip and watched as Vegas put the box on the ground, sliding onto the bed. Soon after, the cool air enveloped my bare buttocks, and I crouched helplessly in front of him with a hard, pulsating dick.

- This is going to be fun - Vegas assured me, and then I saw his tongue wrap around a pink anal plug that had something like a cat's tail at the end.

- What the fuck? - I looked in disbelief at the object Vegas was holding in front of his face.