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“Good boy.”

Placing his hand high on my thigh, he starts to rub his thumb softly up and down, not touching me provocatively, but driving me insane all the same.

The wedding goes off without a hitch. I was concerned that Danny might not be on board with a surprise wedding, but instead of hightailing it back up the mountain, he’d strode down the aisle and gleefully said, “I do.”

After the ceremony is finished, Anders pulls me to him and kisses me again, before he turns me, wrapping his arms around me from behind and slowly grinding his hard cock against my ass.

“When we get home, I’m going to bend over the kitchen table and eat your ass until you can’t stand. Then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t breathe,” he promises.

But instead of taking me home, he takes me to the reception, which is being held in a party tent on the Barnetts’ property. Teasing me relentlessly, he leads me around the room, introducing me to his work colleagues, the Barnetts I haven’t already met, their extended family and what feels like a million other people.

Each time he refers to me as Henry, his fiancé, and once or twice I think he even introduces me as his future husband. It’s stupid to be excited, but the way he’s claimed me, even if it’s not true, makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

Anders might consider himself a dominant, but to me, he just feels like a protector. When the food is ready, he gets up and makes me a plate. When we’re talking to his friends, he holds my hand or curls his arm over my shoulder or around my waist, keeping me close to him. Then when the music starts, he pullsme onto the dance floor and proudly sways us from side to side, kissing me until I forget that we’re not the only people in the room.

It’s late by the time the bride and groom leave, and the rest of the guests start to slowly disperse.

“Should we offer to help clean up?” I ask.

“I can’t wait any longer. If we have to stay here another minute, I’m going to yank down those pants and fuck you raw. If you’re happy to shuffle around the room picking up trash with my dick in your ass, then by all means, go offer to help,” Anders snarls, all signs of restraint gone from his expression as he reveals just how close to fully losing control he really is.

Eyes wide, I let him haul me out of the tent, practically dragging me down the hill that leads toward his house. The moment we’re through the front door, he pins me to the wall and takes my lips with his, wrapping his fingers tightly around my throat, the way he knows I like.

“Naked, now,” he demands.

“Should we go upstairs?” I pant.

“Are you testing me, Boy?” he growls, taking a step away from me, his feral gaze running from my head to my feet, then back up again.

I shake my head.

“Apparently, you’re not ready to be my good boy just yet.”

I shake my head again. “I’m ready,” I gasp.

Flattening his lips into a hard line, he exhales and shakes his head. “Who’s in control?” he asks. Only his words aren’t demanding, they’re soft, asking if I’m willing to let him take over the way he’s threatened me he wants to.

Despite the animalistic look in his eyes and the fear in his expression, I’m not scared of him. “You’re in control,” I confess, more than willing to give myself over to him and let him take care of me.

“I want to feel your mouth around my hard cock, Boy.”

Smiling, I nod. I’ve only sucked on him once before, and I loved it. I’m more than happy to do it again.

“Stop. Let me undress you,” he rasps, prolonging the anticipation as he carefully removes my button-down, pants, socks, then finally the briefs he told me to wear.

“Perfect,” he praises right before his expression hardens and he points to the floor at his feet.

I don’t have any experience with sex clubs or scenes, but even now when he’s at his most unhinged, he’s still my Anders. He’s dominant, but he’s both stern and soft. Demanding and praising.

Once I’m on my knees, he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. Squeezing my cheeks, he forces my lips to part, then roughly pushes his dick into my mouth. He’s not gentle as he guides my head on and off his length, but the whole time he uses me, he whispers words of encouragement and praise.

“Your mouth is perfect, Kitten. You’re doing so well. Take me deeper. Good boy, I’m so proud of you.”

Gripping my hair, he pulls himself out of my mouth, and I pout, wanting more, to suck him for longer.

Curling his knuckle beneath my chin, he looks down into my eyes and smiles. “Look at you, Kitten. You love sucking my cock, don’t you?”

My mind and body feel strangely light, but I nod, smiling back up at him.