Epilogue
Six months later
“Are you comfortable, sweetheart?”
“Pffft, do I look comfortable? How long will you keep me like this?”
“Until you learn your lesson.”
“I’ve learned my lesson. Please untie me, or at least make me come.” She jangled the chains on the cuffs to make her point.
“You lied to me.”
“It was just a lunch, for god’s sake. Declan is a friend. I didn’t tell you because you don’t like him. He’s not a threat, but you’re acting like I cheated on you.”
He leaned back in his office chair and smiled. His eyes gleamed with something sinister, making her shiver. “I think you did it on purpose. You’ve been a brat this whole week.”
“I’m bratty because you’ve been making me wear these awful plugs in my butt for days!”
“They’re for your own good. I don’t want it to hurt too much when I fuck your sweet ass. You should thank me for being so thoughtful.”
“This one is too big. It hurts,” she whined plaintively, hoping for sympathy.
“If it was so terrible, you wouldn’t be dripping all over my ottoman.”
“I hate you.” She laid her head back down to hide her secret smile. All attempts to sway him today had failed. He was ruthless. When he made her lie face down on the large leather hassock in his office, she expected to receive a spanking for being a brat. Because she deserved it. And she wanted it. Instead of keeping to her writing schedule yesterday, she surfed porn and read a dark novel, tapping the keyboard randomly so he would think she was writing. Somehow, he figured it out. So, she woke today to Mr. Hyde, who demanded she bathe, douche, and present herself for adornment in a leather collar, matching cuffs, and a huge stainless-steel plug. Whenever he got that forbidding look in his eye, her heart raced with anxiety. Or was it anticipation? In the last six months, he had discovered and exploited all her arousal triggers, one by one.
Today, he unearthed another. First, he clipped her wrists together behind her back. That started her motor running. Then he attached her ankle cuffs together. Her engine purred in anticipation of his open hand landing on her backside. But when he drew her cuffed ankles up and chained them to her wrists, she redlined.
Gage interrupted her musings. “I have another surprise for you.”
She looked at him warily. “I don’t think I can take any more of those.”
“Do you want to use your safe word and stop everything?”
“What? No!”
He smiled like she’d just handed him the keys to the kingdom, and she swallowed a groan.
“Please, can I have your cock now? I need it or I’m going to perish.”
“I have something almost as good.”
She looked up and saw something in his hand that resembled a gag, only it was different. Her brow creased as he kneeled in front of her.
“I know you’ve fantasized about having two men at once, and I’ve devised a way to grant you that wish.”
“What is that?” Her eyes studied the familiar size and shape, and her body readied for a total meltdown.
“It’s a gag made to mimic my cock.”
“Wait, how? You had a cast made of your dick?” Her breathing ratcheted up.
“In a manner of speaking. Now you can have me in your mouth and in your ass at the same time. Wasn’t that thoughtful of me?”
She gulped in shock. But her insides went liquid molten. “That’s crazy. You’re crazy.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t go too deep, it’s only three inches long. Think of it as your own personal pacifier. For when you can’t have the real thing.”
“Holy mother of…” She shook her head, at a loss for words. It was diabolical and deviant, and she hated its effect on her.
“You can try it while I have my massage this afternoon.”
Brynne inhaled sharply, and he noticed.
“What’s that look for?”
“Um, I canceled Gemma, because I wanted to give you a massage myself. As a special surprise.”
Her body started fidgeting and pulling against the cuffs. She saw the granite edge of his jaw and licked her lips nervously.
“Is that so? Are you sure it isn’t a way to get back at me for what I’ve put you through?”
She could feel her face heating. The “No” died on her lips. There was no place to hide from those all-knowing eyes. He was a hungry jungle cat preparing to devour his prey, but he was going to play with his food first. What was she thinking, sharing her darkest fantasies with him? Now he could use them against her.
Her pupils had dilated, and her irises were the color of molasses. She was caught in a trap of her own making, and he’d never found her more irresistible. It took almost losing her to make him realize his life would be devoid of light and color without her in it. His fears and suspicions almost won.
There was a more pressing matter right now. His cock was subverting all rational thought and demanding he take immediate action.
“Open wide, little brat.”
She sealed her lips and shook her head. “Please, I want the real thing.”
“Baby, you’re going to get the real thing. Just not in the hole you want it.”
Shock registered and her mouth softened into an “Oh.” One hand grasped her jaw and the other pushed the gag in. The sound she made as he buckled it behind her head sent a surge of primordial lust coursing through his veins.
Her body shook in reaction, and she struggled against the cuffs as he turned her on her side. He admired her voluptuous breasts which had been hidden too long, but he had a singular objective.
“Are you wet, little brat?”
She yelled something at him, but her mouth was full of a silicone dick mounted on a wide leather panel, so he wasn’t sure of anything. Her dilated pupils conveyed fury mixed with arousal.
His fingers brushed lightly over her nipples repeatedly, until they resembled dark pink berries, begging to be nibbled on. When he abandoned them, her moan morphed into a low, angry growl. He reached between her spread thighs with a whisper of a touch, and she started panting and biting down on the gag.
“Shhh, baby. Relax your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”
“Tuth me, pwees, make me come pwees.”
The sound of her begging penetrated his armor, and he let his fingers sink between her swollen folds. She was soaking wet; her juices had left a glistening trail on her pale thighs. Between ragged breaths, she moaned again.
While his fingers lazily painted her lips, he leaned down and asked her, “Do you want it hard or soft, Brynne?”
Her eyes widened. At his wicked smile, she closed her eyes and sighed. “Arrd.”
“That’s my dirty girl.” He lifted his hand and brought it down with a stinging slap on her pussy. Once, twice, and on the third, she came with a piercing scream. Her body shuddered for several seconds as he unfastened her ankles from her wrists. He could not wait another minute and hoisted her over his shoulder like a caveman and headed upstairs.
The massage table was already draped and ready for the massage he wasn’t getting. He sat her down and unbuckled the gag, leaving it hanging loosely around her neck.
“How do you feel?”
Her eyes were glassy. She smiled shyly. “Thirsty. And still ravenous for you.”
“Don’t move. I’ll get us some water.”
He returned with water and a bottle of massage oil tucked in his pocket.
She guzzled a third of the bottle and handed it to him. “I can give you that massage now.”
He quenched his thirst and put it on a side table. “No, my sweet, I would rather give you one. You’ve had a trying day.”
A little crease appeared between her brows. She looked like she wanted to bolt, and he knew she saw his darkness coming into the light.
Before she could act, he moved in for a kiss. He felt her pulse hammering beneath his fingers as he held her head still and softly touched his lips to hers. He was gentle with his mouth and tongue, teasing her and pulling back when she tried to deepen the kiss. “Did you enjoy distracting me from my work this afternoon?”
She whispered against his mouth, “Mmm, yes.”
He unclipped her wrists and helped her lie on her stomach on the table.
“You get comfortable. I’m going to change.” As he stripped out of his clothes, he watched her stretch and roll her shoulders. He trailed his hands over her back and slowly down her legs as he circled the table. She let out a relaxed sigh. “This is very sweet of you. My muscles are so tight.”
“I can feel how tense you are. We’ll work those kinks out.” Careful not to jangle the short chain attached to the table, he pulled her leg to the outer edge and fastened a metal carabiner to the D-ring on her ankle cuff.
She lifted her torso and craned to look at him. “What are you doing?”
As he secured the other ankle, he replied, “Delivering your bondage massage fantasy, sweetheart.”
She giggled and lay back down. “Oh my god, you’re the man of my dreams.”
Gage quickly fastened her wrists to the top corners of the table and kissed the top of her head. “I hope you feel the same, after I have my wicked way with you.”
“Mmm, how could I not?” She closed her eyes and rested her head.
He uncapped the oil and squirted a copious amount on her back. No way could he drag this out. His original plan was to have her suck his cock while he worked on her back and shoulders, but that was out the window. His balls were blue even though she went down on him before breakfast. Putting the collar and cuffs on her did him in every time.
“It’s time to take the plug out. Lift your hips so I can put the bolster under you.”
She lifted and then begged sweetly, “Please go slow, it’s so big.”
“I will, but you have to relax and bear down.” He kept a steady circular motion on her lower back with one hand and slowly twisted and pulled on the jeweled end of the toy.
As the widest part tugged on her inner muscles, she pleaded with him, “Oh god. Stop, wait, it’s too much, Gage!” Her squirming aided his progress, and she swore as it popped out a second later.
It dropped onto the tile floor with a loud clang, and he climbed onto the table between her legs.
Her skin glistened from her shoulders to her toes. He lay on top of her and used his whole body to slide up and down, kneading her generous curves and coating himself in oil. Using his thighs, he pushed her knees as far apart as they would go.
“Gage, please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer!”
He needed no further encouragement and slid his full length into her pussy in one stroke.
“Christ!” He gasped when she pushed back and squeezed him like he’d taught her, but it was too much. “Stop and don’t move a muscle. I am on the razor’s edge.”
She obeyed and relaxed immediately. “Yes, sir.”
The little grin on her face told him all he needed to know. “So now you choose to behave?” He pulled out slowly and thrust again. “It won’t save you. Your ass is mine tonight.”
She looked back with those puppy dog eyes. “Oh no, please…haven’t you tortured it enough for one day?”
“You know I won’t hurt you.” His voice deepened to that dark Scottish brogue. “And you know what to do if you want me to stop.”
She nodded and dropped her forehead to the sheet. “Yes, I know. Please take me, sir. I am yours.”
He dribbled lubricant at the dimple on her lower back and watched it travel between her cheeks to gather at her vulnerable hole. His cock was throbbing when he pulled out. It was going to take every ounce of his self-control to go slowly. He lay down on her again and dragged his shaft through the oil, then positioned it at her rear entrance. Holding his breath, he pushed forward. Through gritted teeth, he told her to exhale and push back on him. She whimpered, but did as he asked until he slipped in.
“Fucking hell, don’t move. Let me control the pace.” She was so tight, even after five days of progressively bigger toys. He felt like a thoroughbred held at the starting gate, waiting for the gun to release him to a full gallop. With herculean effort, he calmed his mind and pressed forward, one inch at a time, until he was fully seated.
“How do you feel?”
“Impaled. Full. Good.” She wiggled her hips, and he tightened his grip on the table. They were both so slippery, he was in danger of sliding off. “What are you waiting for, Mags?”
“There’s the cheeky brat I know and love. Now, I’ll show you who owns you, body and soul.”
He pulled back, added more oil between them, and sank balls deep. Brynne lifted her hips and spread herself to take him deeper. A buzzing sensation started in the base of his cock, and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Sir, please, I want your other cock in my throat when I come.”
With his next thrust, he reached for the gag and put it in her open mouth. He left it loose but held on to the strap behind her neck. His other hand slid beneath her, with his palm resting on her mound and his fingers sinking into her folds.
He struggled to string words together. “You come when I come. Not before.”
She nodded and growled in response to his command.
All semblance of control disintegrated as he slammed in and out of her. She met every thrust with one of her own and ground herself against his hand. With one final push, he buried himself as deep as humanly possible as his orgasm detonated. “Now! Come for me now!”
His fingers plunged into her pussy and his other hand tugged on the strap, pulling the phallus deeper in her mouth. She shattered into a million pieces beneath him, her keening wail one of pure ecstasy.
He lay there for several minutes, trying to catch his breath. Their bodies both twitched with the aftershocks. He didn’t want to move, but knew his weight was bearing down on her, and she needed aftercare.
“Baby doll. Are you okay?”
“Hmm. I think you took me to heaven, but they’ve sent me back and I’ve just crashed down to earth.”
“Come, let’s get into a hot shower and then I will feed you.”
Brynne sat curled up in front of the fireplace, sipping a cup of tea with a shot of Drambuie. She could not wipe the silly grin off her face. After a decadent steam shower, where Gage tended to her like she was a porcelain doll, he carried her downstairs, dressed her in her purple flannel nighty, and deposited her on the couch, with orders not to move.
He was making a racket in the kitchen, but she stayed put and let him have his way. There was something very satisfying about letting him pamper her. It took a while, but she had finally stopped worrying about giving up control. In surrendering, she found renewed self-confidence, safety, sexual fulfillment, and best of all, love. She was still a brat and enjoyed testing his patience, and he loved finding new and delicious ways to punish her.
Because of his tyrannical rule over her writing and editing schedule, she finished her revised manuscript in record time. The sizzle factor went up by a thousand degrees when he became her personal BDSM consultant. The cherry on top of her sundae was the three-book deal that her agent, Linda, secured. She was already outlining her second book and couldn’t wait to test some of her theories in the name of research.
Gage returned with a charcuterie tray loaded with her favorite goodies. He took her empty teacup and handed her a plate. His head tilted with a questioning glance. “What’s that dreamy smile all about?”
Brynne looked at him and swallowed a lump in her throat. “Just counting all my blessings. My life hasn’t been the same since I met you. And I still pinch myself to prove that it’s real.”
He leaned across and kissed her gently. “It’s me who is blessed, Brynne. You started by pushing my buttons and somehow broke through my armor.”
She laughed. “I just wish that armor was bulletproof. Seeing you get shot took years off my life.”
“We’re even. Watching you jump overboard almost killed me. Enough talking—you need to eat.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Bossy Pants.”
“I almost forgot. Logan dropped off this letter today for you. He said he found it when they moved some furniture.”
She looked at the envelope from him and burst into tears. “It’s from Josie! I thought it was lost forever. I was supposed to open it eight weeks after the first one.”
She ripped the seal, unfolded the letter, and took a deep breath.
Dear Brynnie,
I must confess something, and it is my deepest hope that you are not upset by what I am about to tell you.
There is a certain handsome, charismatic man moving into the house at the top of the hill, and I may have orchestrated a meet-cute between the two of you. You have undoubtedly heard from him about buying the house. That’s because I gave him the distinct impression that I would sell it to him, even though I had already given it to you. He can be rather intimidating, but kind too. So, don’t give in too easily. Men like a challenge.
The conditions of your inheritance were meant to wake you up to certain possibilities, so you wouldn’t end up like me. Stubborn and alone. I hereby retract those conditions effective September 30 of this year.
Life is short. My wish is that you seize every opportunity to spread your wings, Live life juicy, and have no regrets when your time eventually comes.
I love you, my dearest.
Josie
xoxo
Brynne grinned at the handsome and charismatic man next to her and handed the letter to him. “It seems we’re part of an elaborate ruse. Josie had no idea that you and I met in London, but she choreographed our meeting in Skye, from the great beyond.”
“That sneaky little devil!” Gage laughed. “I’m impressed. But how did she know I’m dominant?”
“Seriously? Do you not realize it oozes out of your pores? If I met you anywhere outside of the club, I still would have known in a heartbeat.”
He chuckled. “I suppose there’s some truth to that. But compared to Aaron, I’m a pussycat. And Cole is the least scary of the three of us.”
“When was the last time you guys got together?”
“It’s been too long. But Aaron and Cole have promised to come to New York for your American book launch. And I’m looking forward to taking you to Lucifer’s Eden.”
Her eyes widened. “That sounds wonderful and terrifying.”
Pulling her into his lap, he said, “Your education is far from over, Red. I look forward to expanding your horizons, but I will never compromise your safety.”
She leaned in to kiss him. “I trust you with my life, Mags. I learned to trust you with my heart. But the true test was to trust you with my ass.”
He grinned, and her heart melted.
“Your trust is the ultimate gift, Brynne. With it, you restored my irredeemable soul.”
THE END