Accidental Bride by Cristina Lollabrigida
ChapterTwenty-Six
After returning from the office,Drake and Alessandra separated to get ready for dinner. Several hints were dropped about a party, but she could only imagine what that would be like. Tingles of excitement ran through her body as her mind conjured different scenarios.
A black town car picked them up from the penthouse and brought them to the River North area. They stopped at The Godfrey Hotel, and Drake checked them into a one-bedroom king suite.
At dinner, the staff was quite attentive. The I|O GODFREY Roofscape was reserved just for them. A large bucket with two bottles of champagne sat on a side table next to a patio daybed. They took turns feeding each other an assortment of appetizers, including black truffle fries and a charcuterie board.
“This is delicious. I wish we had time for dessert.”
“Don’t fret, bella. There will be plenty of time for dessert later.”
The seductive purr in Drake’s voice let her know that the only thing they’d be consuming that evening would be each other. They returned to the suite, and large dress boxes were set on the bed.
“Who’s hosting the party tonight?”
“The host chose to remain unnamed.”
“I don’t understand. Where’s the party?”
“We’re going to an exclusive club this evening.”
“Which club is it?”
“You’ll see soon enough. First, we need to get dressed.”
Drake gestured to the dress boxes waiting for her. Grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, she opened them. Both dresses were sexy in their own way, but Alessandra chose a sheer silver one. The bodice offered coverage, but the rest was thin enough that she worried someone might see her panties in specific lighting, so she decided to forgo them. The slit was high enough to expose her tattoo, and the cuffs hid the scars on her wrists.
Alessandra noticed a black lace mask in the box. Silver threads were woven around the openings to accentuate the eyes. She fingered it gently and turned to Drake.
“What’s the mask for?”
“We’re going to be incognito tonight. It’s a private members-only club, and anonymity is prized.”
Drake looked like a prince in his new black tailored suit. The floral jacquard jacket was embroidered with silver to match Alessandra’s dress. His own mask was a solid black piece accented with silver filigree.
“You’re breathtaking, Alessandra. I can’t wait to show off my wife this evening.”
They took the town car to a nondescript building near the Midtown Athletic Club. When the man at the door asked Drake for the password, he confidently said, “Tiddlywink.”
The doorman radioed to someone who immediately greeted them and escorted them to the VIP lounge.
Red velvet curtains and metal hooks hung from the walls. A curved sofa and chaise allowed an open view of the room regardless of where they sat. A round platform stood in the center. Soft lighting cast multicolored hues throughout the room, and sultry music played from hidden speakers.
“Did you bring me to a BDSM club?”
“Yes, Bella. Do you like it? I hoped we could take our relationship to the next level this evening.”
Everyone around them wore masks, staff and guests alike. The male staff members were reminiscent of Chippendale dancers, with their muscular physiques on full display. Their bulges were hidden beneath black boy shorts that accentuated their buns of steel. Chains were clipped to the white cuffs circling their wrists and the black collars around their necks.
Female staff members wore red, black, or white lace thongs and garter belts that were connected to matching colored sheer thigh-high stockings. They were braless and wore either colored pasties with thin silver chains connecting them or nipple clamps.
Alessandra’s visual senses were overloaded as her head swiveled side to side, attempting to take everything in. A woman stood chained to a spreader bar against the wall. Her breasts were exposed, and several hands groped and caressed her body. She couldn’t hear the woman, but the rapture on her face, as her head fell back in ecstasy, spoke volumes.
A dominatrix walked a human pet clad in black latex from head to toe. His zipper was open, and the leash was attached to a ring at the tip of his penis. She occasionally lashed his backside with a riding crop like the one Drake had wielded. At one point, the pet sat on his hind legs and buried his face in his mistress’s cunt.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Alessandra? Just so you know, I’m going to fuck you in front of an audience before the night is over.”
“Drake—”
He stroked Alessandra’s exposed shoulder, causing goosebumps to rise. He leaned in to ghost his lips against the sensitive skin behind her ear.
“Does it turn you on? If I touched your pretty pussy would you be wet? Are you enjoying watching the scenes around you? Can you see yourself as the center of attention?”
It was embarrassing to admit that, yes, she was turned on. Drake chuckled darkly as she squirmed in her seat. He pulled her astride his lap, facing her out so she could see everything. His fingers danced up the inside of her thigh.
There was no way to hide the dampness between her thighs. Drake’s fingers met no resistance when he reached her apex. He inserted a finger and slowly pumped it in and out. Alessandra bit her lip to stay quiet.
Drake upped the ante by adding a second finger to the first and squeezing her neck to heighten her pleasure. His lips ghosted her ear as he spoke. “Do you enjoy being on display, bella? How many eyes do you think are trained on your pretty face as I finger you? Or do you think they’re more interested in watching your pussy try to pull me in?”
Her pussy clenched at his words, and she let out a soft moan. Drake shoved three fingers in her mouth to muffle her sounds and added an extra digit to her core. His hands fucked her in tandem, adding to his own excitement.
“Every man here wishes his cock was as deep as my fingers. If only they knew how tight and greedy your needy cunt is.”
She came apart at his words, writhing in Drake’s lap against his stiff cock, causing him to groan. He removed his fingers and sucked them clean.
Once they composed themselves, he turned her back toward him.
“I need to apologize to you, Alessandra. I haven’t earned the title of being your master. I should be worshiping the earth at your feet, my goddess. My hope for this evening is for us to cement our bond as Dominant and submissive. But only if that is something you want.”
Drake pulled her collar from his breast pocket. The light reflected off the diamonds like a mirrored ball, beckoning to her. Alessandra reached out and fingered the open heart. She longed to feel it against her skin again, but the pain remained. She’d felt discarded and unloved the last time it was on her neck.
As though he could read her thoughts, Drake said, “I collared you before we were ready. Colpa mia. Bringing you here is a chance to show you a different side of me. Collaring you in public is not just for show.
“I vow from here on out with you as my submissive that I will care for your needs. I will cherish you daily, even if we don’t play. Please wear my collar again. Let me show everyone here how much I care about you, Alessandra. Will you accept me as your Master?”
“Oh, Drake. Yes, I want to wear your collar again.”
“You mean—Yes, Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
Drake fastened the collar around her delicate neck and pressed a kiss to the clasp. Alessandra fingered the beautiful diamond ring. The vows he’d made felt significant. The collar was as precious as the ring on her finger, if not more so because it had been chosen specifically for her.
When they got married, he placed the ring on a stranger’s finger. But this piece of jewelry was chosen with time and attention. They’d made a commitment to one another with it. And she would cherish this moment forever.
“That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. I feel like a pervert for witnessing it.”
Noah approached them in black slacks and an unbuttoned blazer over his bare chest. His mask was bold and gold, drawing attention to his head, instead of his athletic physique.
“I wholeheartedly approve of this development. You’ve got a good woman in your corner, Drake. Don’t fuck it up again.”
Judge Matthews stood next to Noah, dressed in white. Jerry appeared quite regal with his authoritative stance and the gold and blue mask on his brow.
“Your Honor! What are you doing here?” She was surprised when the men joined their table.
“Please, call me Jerry. There’s no need for formalities outside the courtroom. I happen to be the proprietor of this establishment.”
Jerry gave his husband a non-verbal command. Noah bowed gallantly and held his hand to Alessandra, pulling her away from the table.
“Come with me, sweetheart. It’s time we don our proper apparel for tonight’s entertainment.”