Chapter 39: The sex couples

Jace POV

"Wow!" I said, short of breath. "Brielle, that was hot. We are having sex next on a jet!"

"We'd need a pilot for that to happen, and you're your pilot," Brielle said, and I laughed.

"That's true, but we can always hire a pilot," I replied, watching her dress up. I leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed back. Our lips patted away slowly.

"You can do whatever the fuck you want, and I'm ready to satisfy all your fantasies, daddy," she said.

"I want us to get married tomorrow, Brielle!"

"Okay, then let's get married tomorrow."

"I'm serious about it," I said, unable to believe that she was ready.

"I've said yes to the proposal Jace so whenever you feel you want it; then I want it to."

"Alright. I think I got you pregnant, Brielle."

She instinctively touched her stomach, and a smile curled up against my lips. Damn, she looked so beautiful. I wondered what kind of child we would both produce together. If it were a boy, he would be the illest, most handsome baby, and if it were a girl, she would be the most beautiful baby girl in the world.

"Make me pregnant, Jace, fuck me again so we can be sure."

I pulled the seats back up, and the engines roared back to life as I gunned the car through the roads. Our destination could have been my house, but I was not sure if my siblings were around, and I did not want to find out, not right now, so I was taking her to a hotel.

The hotel was for a selected few who were members only. Brielle and I walked majestically into the premises. The automated doors slid open for us.

"Wow, this looks like heaven," she marveled at the interior decorations.

"It is heaven literally on earth," I said emphatically.

"I had planned to bring you here right after our wedding, but I'm guessing after the wedding it will be our honeymoon, so I am thinking I should let you pick the place," I said, holding her hands firmly and proudly.

"Our honeymoon, I can't wait!" Brielle said excitedly.

"Yes, I know you'll be eager for that one! So where do you have it in mind to spend our honeymoon?"

She paused to think, but we continued walking.

"To be honest, I don't know exotic places. Jace, anywhere that's worth it, I'll come along with you."

"Really? Stop making me make all the choices," I said earnestly. It was our wedding, not mine alone. Emphasis on ours! I wanted, no, needed her to make some of the decisions.

"Since when does my opinion count Jace?" she asked, corking her head to the side.

"For crying out loud, Brielle, your opinion has always mattered to me," I said.

"Well, alright, fine!" she said, rolling her eyes. "However, I need more time to decide or research."

I snickered. "Gosh, you sound like a nerd."

"Yeah? Well, this nerd helped you pass most of the time in school. Also, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm a nerd who knows what dumpster your company would be in."

Oh my goodness! I had forgotten entirely about work. While we were busy plotting our escapades, there was work to attend to. Mr. Henry, the American with who Brielle had scored a contract, needed us to build him some ships. Also, I reminisced with a smile that Brielle had been why my grades did not suck so much in school.

Beauty plus brains were the perfect qualities I needed in a wife, not to let go of the fact that she was submissive too. Even the bible had a way of putting it. It said that wives should be submissive to their husbands.

"Ah yes, I wasn't complaining, you know!" I said, and she giggled.

We were going straight to a room. We were going to my room. I have been fortunate to have lodged here a couple of times, so I was used to everything. The hotel was designed to accommodate members for a lifetime, which meant I was checked in for life.

Even when I left, the bill was still running. To truly grasp the beauty of this place, one would have to see it for themselves. Almost everything was made out of natural gold. It was meant for those who had a lifetime of wealth. The hotel had no reservations. The only reservation was if a member decided to sell his membership to you, which would be for an outrageous fortune.

"Jace, are we not going to check in first?" Brielle said to me, sounding astonished when I accessed my room by looking into a retina scanner.

"My dear, this hotel is different," I said, explaining everything to her.

"Wow, it's all gold," she exclaimed after seeing the room. "Jace, you're wasting money on so much luxury. I mean, you're drowning good money into something you don't get to use too often. Why not terminate your membership after tonight?"

A good woman, eh? I recalled that my father used to tell me that a good woman was always the one who sees luxury and turns a blind eye. She was prudent in all her ways. My mother... not a good woman at all. My mother would see my dad drowning in luxury, and she would place a stone on him.

"If I terminate my membership, the hotel will earn more money by selling it to a more reputable buyer!" I explained, settling in on the bed.

"A what? Is that how it works?" she said, going to examine the bathroom.

"Yeah, that's how it works," I said. "Either I sell it and make my fortune back, or the hotel sells it and makes double of what I've made for them. Either way, the hotel would always gain."

"Why do people waste money again?" Brielle asked. I smiled, she loved what she was seeing, but to her, it was unacceptable. It was a sound waste of money.

I shrugged.

"What else am I supposed to do with my wealth?"

She looked at me and scoffed. "Keep it for your next of kin."

My next of kin!

"That would be my child, right?" I asked to be double sure.

"Yeah," she replied. "Jace?"

"Yes?! What's up?"

"If we get married, have a child, and I divorce you, who will take the baby?" she said, sitting on a couch.

"That's not going to happen!" I said vehemently.

"Gosh, you're so cocky," she said. "One more question."

"I know what you'll ask for next!"

"Really, what's that?" she said, surprised.

"Alimony, of course," I said, and she burst out laughing. "Is that your plan, Brielle? Are you going to try to leave me?"

"Hell no! I was thinking of other ways to waste your money for you," she replied, smiling softly.

If we did get divorced, Brielle would be mega-rich. She probably would not have to work a single day in her life again. I worried all of a sudden.

"Jace! Stop thinking about it and laugh it out," she said. "It was meant to be a joke."

"Hmm, alright," I said in a low tone.

"Guess who's turn it is to be dominated?" Brielle said, suddenly lifting my mood again.

"Are we doing it that way now?" I said, truly amazed by her idea that we were switching turns.

"Yes, we are," Brielle said, her voice sounding sluttry. "Strip! And lie face flat."

"Hell no," I said, stunned by her audaciousness. "What's happening to you, Brielle? Since when did you start enjoying dominating so much?"

"I guess I'm both dominating and submissive," she said, standing up. "Don't poop on the fun, Jace. You said my opinion mattered, remember."

"Fuck, I said so!" I said, groaning.

She had caught me off guard with her last words. Reluctantly, I began to take off my clothes. I pulled my tie and my belts, thinking of how I would have used them if I was the one dominating this round. I still could not believe it.

I swore to make her pay. Somebody was going to die when my turn came. Suddenly, there was trap music playing in the background.

"What's going on?" Brielle asked, a little disoriented.

"Smart room! The moment we entered, the heater started working, and now my curated music playlist is playing," I explained.

"That's crazy," she said. "Now, where were we?"

"Oh yeah, you were"

"Lie down, face flat," she cut my sentence. "Don't make me repeat myself in this room."

I listened to her voice to see if I would hear any sign of trembling, but she dished out the command in confidence, and I obeyed. Brielle took my tie and tied it to bind both of my hands. I chuckled devilishly. If I wanted to break free, it would be easy peasy, but I would endure the role play and act as the submissive one.

"Now what?" I asked, filled with so much anticipation.

"You only speak when spoken to! Now you've been a naughty man, and so I'm going to flog you with your belt."

"What the fuck?! Brielle!"

She whipped me without hesitation. Jeez, I guess I had spoken out of turn. A female dominant? A male submissive? I wanted to reverse the role, but I knew she would hate me if I did that. The belt stung a little as it came in contact with my bare butt again. She massaged my butt.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, and I bit my lower lips.

"No, I barely felt anything!" I said boastfully.

She whipped me harder. "How about now?"

"That's more like it," I said, feeling excited in a weird way.

She whipped me some more, and she asked me to flip over. She used the belt to bound my legs. She took off her clothes and hopped on my dick. She began to ride me slowly. I grunted pleasurably, and she slapped my face.

"Did I ask you to enjoy it?" she asked. "Fucking keep quiet."

I earned a few more slaps because she was riding my dick so well, and I just wanted her to slap me some more. I could not believe that she was a natural talent. Part of me could not believe that I was the one who stole away her virginity.

I did that, but the rest was Brielle! She had a demon inside of her that activated during sex. She was moaning pleasurably.

"Jace, fuck mhm, I'm creaming!" she said, slapping both hands on my chest and clawing me. She kept riding me, and I groaned.

Rather than slap my face, she grabbed my neck and choked me. Brielle had no sympathy. I needed to expose her to more of my BDSM equipment. Her breasts dangled in front of me, and I wished I could reach for them, but my tie bound my hands.

She was riding at supersonic speed now, and she looked wild. Usually, whenever I felt like cumming I would pull out to the last longer, but with her all in control, I cummed involuntarily. We both exchanged our juices, and she collapsed on me, kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear.

"Fuck, I love you, Jace!" she whispered determinedly as she hopped off my dick slowly.

"I love you too, Brielle," I said.

She freed my arms and legs, and we both went into the bathroom. Earlier, my siblings had tried to make me feel like giving up on her. I was never going to give up on her. She would become the future Mrs. De' Leon before noon the following day. Frankly, I thought the wedding would be a few of my friends and Hera and Ona.

She ran her soapy hands across my chest. I think we were both intoxicated by ourselves. We gummed ourselves in an embrace as the water poured over us like sprouts from the fountain of youth. I wanted to live forever with Brielle, and if that was impossible, then I tried to catch the final sunsets of my life with her.