Chapter 12: The Charity Ball

The grand ballroom was alive with glittering lights, orchestral music, and the city’s most powerful players. Emma wore a backless black gown that clung to her body like a second skin, the fabric dipping dangerously low to reveal the curve of her spine. No bra. No panties. Alexander’s rules.

His hand stayed glued to the exposed skin of her lower back all night, a constant reminder of ownership. Every time she shifted, she felt the plug he had inserted before they left the mansion—a medium-sized silicone toy that stretched her ass and made her pussy throb with every step.

“You’re doing well,” he murmured during a slow dance, pulling her flush against him. His hard cock pressed against her stomach through his tuxedo. “But I can feel how wet you are. That plug has your tight little holes desperate for me.”

Emma bit her lip, fighting a moan as they swayed. “People are watching.”

“Let them.” His hand slid lower, dangerously close to her ass. “They all wish they could fuck what I own.”

Marcus Vale approached them again during the silent auction, his smile sharp. “Black. Emma. You two look inseparable tonight.”

Alexander’s grip tightened. “We are.”

Marcus’s eyes lingered on Emma. “If you ever need a break from his intensity, my offer stands.”

Emma felt Alexander’s body coil like a spring. The moment Marcus walked away, he dragged her through a side door into a private VIP lounge. He locked it behind them.

“On your knees,” he ordered, voice dark with jealousy.

Emma dropped instantly. He unzipped his pants and fed her his thick cock. She sucked him eagerly, taking him deep into her throat while he fucked her face.

“Good little slut,” he groaned, fisting her hair. “Sucking me while that plug stretches your ass for later.”

Tears pricked her eyes from the roughness, but she loved it. She bobbed faster, tongue swirling around the head until he pulled out and bent her over the elegant couch.

He yanked the plug out and replaced it with two lubed fingers, stretching her ass while he slammed his cock into her dripping pussy.

“Fuck—Alexander!” Emma cried, the dual penetration driving her wild.

“You belong to me,” he growled, pounding her mercilessly. “Not Marcus. Not anyone.” He added a third finger in her ass, scissoring her open as he railed her cunt.

Emma came hard, screaming into the cushion. Alexander followed, flooding her pussy with cum. He kept his fingers in her ass while he caught his breath.

When they returned to the ballroom, Emma’s legs were shaky and fresh cum trickled down her thighs under the gown. Alexander looked smug and satisfied.

The rest of the night was torture. He teased her constantly—brushing her nipples through the dress, whispering filthy promises, keeping her on edge.

In the limo home, he finally snapped.

“Ride me,” he commanded, pulling her onto his lap.

Emma sank down onto his cock, moaning loudly as he filled her. She rode him desperately while the city lights flashed past the windows. Alexander spanked her ass and sucked on her breasts, leaving marks.

“Come all over my cock,” he ordered.

She did—shattering with a broken cry. He came right after, pumping her full again.

Back at the mansion, he carried her straight to the bedroom. He tied her wrists to the headboard and spent hours worshipping and ruining her body. He ate her pussy until she squirted, fucked her ass with the plug while pounding her cunt, and finally took her virgin ass for the first time.

Slow at first, then deeper, claiming her completely.

“Fuck— so tight,” he groaned as he buried himself in her ass. “My perfect little wife.”

Emma came harder than ever, the new sensation overwhelming her. Alexander filled her ass with his cum, marking her as fully his.

Afterward, as they lay exhausted in each other’s arms, he kissed her forehead.

“You signed the extension,” he whispered. “There’s no going back now.”

Emma curled into him, sore, satisfied, and terrified of how much she loved being owned by him.

The devil had won another piece of her soul.