Universe (VegasPete) R18

Special chapter - One night in Vegas (final chapter)

Here is the last chapter of this special part, it's mostly 10k words smut, but with a lot of feelings.🥹

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-Pete-

I'll admit it, I can be a bit of a brat. Well, maybe more than a bit. It always practically been my middle name but it's just part of who I am. And Vegas gets it. He knows that sometimes you just got to be... flexible. In every way actually. I'm not high maintenance or anything but when I do want something, let's just say I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. And Vegas? Oh, he's smitten. He loves me more than I could ever imagine, and I love him just as much. We're like two peas in a pod, willing to go to the ends of the earth for each other. Hell, we've even had a near-death experience together – and that clearly was what we could call bonding like nothing else. Yes, I knew how to work my magic on him.

It became our little dance: I ask, he refuses, I pout, he stands his ground even firmer, I pout some more and plead, and then, finally, we get down to business. And more often than not, I ended up getting what I want—even if it meant finding myself on all fours on the bed, hands securely tied behind my back for a very enthusiastic spanking session.

It was all about compromise.

I embraced it, I adored it, and Vegas never seemed to complain. It always was a give and take kind of thing. A video game in exchange for some bondage play. A night out with Porsche for a casual walk with a collar on. So yes, I mostly won every part of this because I was literally rewarded twice when I was being a brat.

But when we left Bangkok and landed in Vegas, and I casually suggested to go to that Magic Mike show, I thought the compromise was me going to see that cheesy Elvis impersonator and never in a million years did I think I'd find myself have a private show of ...

Magic Vegas Theerapanyakun.

And yes, I was actually quite spiritual. I was a firm believer in the idea that good deeds eventually brought rewards – not that I was particularly good, mind you. But in that moment, as I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed with my incredibly hot and sexy husband standing in front of me with that dangerous and challenging gaze hooked on mine, watching him slowly unbutton his shirt, I couldn't help but wonder how on earth I had ended up there. Had I unknowingly channeled the Dalai Lama in a past life? Because I certainly didn't recall doing anything to deserve that level of luck, of bliss, of Vegas.

My nose should have already be bleeding, and I swear I was on the verge of passing out right there on the bed of that hotel room that was costing more than I had ever own, because my husband – gorgeous, sexy, and freaking hot husband – was undressing himself, each button of his shirt undone with a teasing slowness while swaying sensually and hypnotizingly his hips right in front of me. It felt like I had completely lost the ability to speak, breathless with anticipation, tightening my grip around the tie Vegas had thrown at me a few minutes back. I held onto it like it was a lifeline, my heart racing with excitement, desire, and that hint of apprehension tugging at my belly.

"So, this is what you wanted, huh? This is what you wanted to see?" Vegas said voice low and husky, his eyebrows lifting just enough to be playful but also challenging.

He looked down at me with that deep, mischievous glint in his eyes. A gentle laugh slipped past his lips as I visibly and audibly gulped, my eyes blinking with disbelief at this unreal scene. And yet, despite this feeling, despite my mouth hanging opened and my heart skipping so many beats, I savored every second of it, restless, excitement burning in my core. I tried to swallow again, but it felt as dry as the desert surrounding us right at this moment.

"I love that look on your face, baby," Vegas whispered, leaning in and brushing his hand against my cheek, a delicate caress, barely there, but lingering just enough to pull me closer, my eyelashes fluttering shut as I leaned into his touch. "I adore seeing how much you want me, so bad it hurts." And just like that, as swiftly as it arrived, Vegas' hand was gone, and my eyes snapped open, the warmth on my skin fading away.