Epilogue 1
Gage
Four and a half months later
A fter bidding goodbye to my driver, I roll my suitcase towards the side of my Beverly Hills property. As I pass the house, I notice lights in the kitchen.
It’s good to be home.
I’m back in LA after a week in Australia and another in Singapore.
I can’t wait to see my girl again.
I crouch down to a low profile and rush in the direction of the pool house, carrying my suitcase, so the sound of the wheels doesn’t give me away.
It’s theme night at Dark Compulsion.
Lily started showing, so we’ve been MIA from the club. Since neither of us want to miss out on the naughty fun, we piggyback on the themes and role-play at home.
Tonight is dirty handyman and slutty, cheating housewife.
It should be hot as fuck.
I stand to my full height when I reach the metal gate. After unlocking it and closing it behind me, I enter the backyard. Once I check around to make sure the coast is clear, I head towards the pool house.
I don’t bother turning on the lights. The glimmer from the lights on the property shining through the windows is more than enough. I traded my bespoke suit for a pair of jeans and a checkered shirt on my private jet.
I kick off my shoes and step into a pair of work boots. I don’t bother lacing them. I tuck in the shoelaces so I don’t trip. I grab a baseball cap and slip it on backwards.
I’m ready to get down and dirty.
Scooping down to grab the toolbox I knew would be waiting for me, I set off on my mission.
Show time.
I trail to the front door of the house and ring the bell.
The door flies open.
Fuck.
Two weeks away from her was bone-cutting agony.
“Good evening, Mrs. Robinson.” My eyes drop to Lily’s pouty lips painted in a vibrant hot pink shade. “You called about a problem with your pipes.”
Lily’s lips quiver, but she catches herself. “Good evening, Sawyer. I’m so grateful you were able to make a late-night call. Few plumbers are willing to be accommodating on a Saturday night. To answer your question, yes, it’s about my pipes.”
“I gather it’s a different problem than the last time I was here?”
“These things are way over my head.” She points a manicured finger at me. “You’re the expert.”
“Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”
She steps to the side. “Please come in.”
She locks the door. “If you’ll follow me.”
“I’m right behind ya, ma’am. ”
My eyes are on her fine ass as she sashays in front of me.
She was sexy as fuck from the first day I met her, but now, her round ass, heavy tits, and wider hips make my mouth water.
She stops near the faucet. “This is the bane of my existence.” She points at the offensive object.
I drop my toolbox on the floor. “I’m sure I can take care of it.”
She gives me a onceover. “I’m sure you’re a capable man.”
More than you know.
“I got home not long ago,” she says. “While you do your thing, I hope you don’t mind if I change into something a little more comfortable.”
I take in her sexy little body draped in a white formfitting dress that hits her several inches above the ankle and the heels that match her kissable lips. The fabric clings to her body and around her growing belly.
She radiates.
My desire—and love—for her is pounding through me so hard that my cock throbs in time with it. I’m this close from dropping to my knees, shoving up the skirt of her dress, and putting an end to this role-playing.
Patience.
“Make yourself as comfortable as you want.” I shrug. “It’s your house.”
“Can I offer you anything to drink? Juice? Soft drink? A beer? Unless you prefer something stronger?”
“Thanks, little lady, but I don’t drink on the job.”
“Water, perhaps?”
“You’re a helluva hostess.”
“You’re doing me a favor. The least I can do is make sure all your needs are met…”
She isn’t subtle.
I fucking love it .
“Careful what you wish for, Mrs. Robinson.”
“Like you said, I’m being a good hostess.”
I approach her, towering over her even in her fuck-me heels. “I’m sure your husband would have an issue with you being too friendly.”
She makes a show of glancing around the kitchen before fixing me with her blue eyes. “Do you see my husband? Because I don’t.”
I cock an eyebrow. “You’re one of those housewives.”
“My husband isn’t going to know how friendly I am with you.”
“Why don’t I check your pipes?”
She rewards me with a salacious smile. “I’ll let you get to work.”
With that, she turns on her heel and strides out of the kitchen, swinging her tempting hips left to right.
I walk towards the cabinets located under the sink and open them.
I squat and pretend to assess the problem. I even tap against the pipe a few times.
I stand up, lean against the counter, cross one booted foot over the other at the ankle, and wait.
Lily’s heels click against the granite floor, announcing her return.
When she enters the kitchen, she’s wearing a belted red mini dress. She’s still wearing high heels, but she swapped the hot pink ones for a pair of open-toe slippers with a faux red fur that have a distinct 1950s vibe to them. Her hot pink lips are now fire engine red.
Fuck. Me.
Her long black hair is braided and falls over one shoulder.
Lily’s hair cascading over her shoulders, down to her waist? Unquestionably sexy. Lily’s hair braided? All that exquisite hair transformed into a rope that begs to be wrapped around my fist as I fuck her from behind.
It’s my kryptonite, and she knows it.
Without the curtain of raven hair hiding her features, it’s impossible to miss how exquisite she is. High cheekbones, an adorable pointed chin, pouty mouth, and big, blue eyes.
Damn that lethal beauty.
She pulled out all the stops.
Not only is she begging to get fucked, but she wants it rough.
I’m too happy to oblige.
My eyes travel down her body.
I always got an eyeful of her pregnant belly when she was rubbing one out on camera during our video calls while I jerked off. I want to reach out and cup it to make contact with our child, but I resist. That would be out of character.
“It’s still so hot.” She fans herself. “Never mind the top-of-the-line air conditioning. I can barely handle any clothes.” She sashays towards me. “Were you able to fix my pipes, Sawyer?”
“It’s gonna cost you.”
“How much?”
“The parts I need are expensive.”
She lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I don’t have cash on me. Perhaps we could come to… an arrangement .”
“I also accept credit cards.”
She leans into me.
I catch a whiff of her delicate, French perfume with floral scent. A scent that followed me all the way to the other side of the planet. Even when I was far away, I could close my eyes, and I was surrounded by her smell.
“Between you and I, the problem is my fault, Sawyer.”
“That’s what you said the last time.”
“What can I say? I’m not good in the kitchen. I wouldn’t want my husband to find out by putting the charge on his credit card.” She reaches out a hand and plays with the buttons of my shirt. “Would you consider a payment plan?”
“As long as the money goes into my bank account, I’m open to considering it.”
Another suffering sigh. “The last time you were far more accommodating.”
“Mrs. Robinson, in the past six months, you’ve had a need for me to take care of your pipes on the regular.
Payment is always an issue. Like a fool, I let it slide because I’m not one to let a damsel in distress fend for herself, but I’m reconsidering my position.
I’m too much of a sucker. Between labor and parts, and the gas to fill my truck to drive up to your Loma Vista Drive mansion, I’m losing money when I make a house call since Beverly Hills is located on the other side of town from where I live.
Not to mention, it’s late.” I shake my head.
“At this rate, you’re becoming an expensive and high maintenance client. ”
She takes in a deep, shivering breath. With her eyes locked onto mine, she snakes a finger under my chin.
I groan.
“But you got something in return. Every. Single. Time.”
She’s becoming a pro at role-playing.
I commit to memory the perfect angles of her face.
The gorgeous face I’ve missed seeing up close and personal for the past two weeks.
The gorgeous face I’ve missed waking up to.
I study her eyes as vibrant as the deep blue sea, tinged with purple. Her mouth, which I’ve missed kissing so fucking much, is a temptation I’m not sure I can resist much longer.
Seconds tick by.
I’m entranced by the sight of all that beauty .
The moment intensifies and becomes headier with each beat of my heart.
She sighs, like an impatient headmistress would, which isn’t helping the raging lust roiling inside me in the least. “My cunt is worth it, Sawyer.”
Jesus Christ.
Jerking off in the bathroom of my private jet did nothing to slake my desire for her.
I can’t get enough of her.
Even after our saucy nightly video sessions, I’d jerk my cock raw, thinking of her. The satisfaction I seek always eluded me.
Before meeting Lily, jerking off dulled the ache. Since she came barging into my life, using my fist to take off the edge no longer helps. This time apart was cruel and left me throbbing in mute agony. I’m dying to have her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.
As the days rolled on without the chance to fall asleep with her nestled in my arms after fucking her to exhaustion, I thought I was going to lose my damn mind during this business trip.
Coming in the palm of my hand only made me want her to the point where I was certain my bones would crack from pent-up need.
Since having her in my bed, I’ve turned into a greedy man.
I run my thumb along the luscious lines of her mouth. “Your wet cunt isn’t going to pay my rent, the insurance on my truck, or the gas to fill it.”
“But you like my cunt because it’s so dripping wet for you.”
“It’s still not the same as hard cash, Mrs. Robinson.”
“I’ll let you fuck me bare.”
“That’s how you got me in your spiderweb the first time.”
“Tell me you didn’t love it.”
Did she take acting classes while I was away? “This is the last time.” I shake a finger for emphasis. “Next time you have a problem with your pipes, you’ll have to call another plumber. There are plenty of good ones in LA.”
“You’re the only plumber I want. The only one I need .” The seductive voice does me in, but she takes it up by ten notches. She unties the belt around her waist, opens her robe, and exposes her heavenly body. “I bought this yesterday. What do you think? Is the color too provocative?”
She pulled out the heavy artillery.
Lily is wearing a lace, see-through chemise that hits her mid-thigh––I have French Appliqué to blame for even knowing what the heck chemise means.
She paired the red-hot lingerie with a thong in the same scarlet red lipstick shade.
To bring this sexy as fuck combo to ungodly levels, a red satin tie cinches underneath her breasts, leaving the lacy fabric to part over her rounded belly.
The pièce de resistance are the two triangles covering her breasts.
Since Lily’s tits are growing by the day, they’re spilling over.
Holy fuck.
The style is designed to bring sane men down to their knees, and I’m a hair away from dropping down to mine to worship this goddess.
She’s like a present waiting to be unwrapped.
I gawk at her like a silly teenage boy in the presence of a hot girl for the first time.
“My cunt feels hollow, Sawyer. My nipples hurt so much and they’re so hard from your closeness. I haven’t come in a hundred years. Not since the last time you were here. I need you to fill me before I die.”
My need to fuck her explodes into a throbbing ache.