Epilogue One
EPILOGUE ONE
Isaac
It felt good to be back out on the ice. Especially now that the name displayed on my jersey was SILVER. My redone tattoo on my back—of living, thriving vines climbing up and over the wall on my back, vines that spelled out bashert —may have been hidden by my jersey, but I was always aware of it—just like I was always aware of her.
I had Tovah to thank for all of this. Not only for giving me back my life, but myself, as well. The tattoo was a reminder of what I had in my life now—freedom to choose my own fate with the woman I loved by my side. I thanked her, multiple times, mostly with my head between her thighs as she cried my name. It was my favorite way to show my gratitude. And even though I’d missed the draft, I was a free agent and could still join the NHL. According to coach, recruiters had been asking around. It was good, and not only because I would finally get to play hockey professionally. Liza had followed through on her warning: I was cut off financially from the family, and I was determined to make sure Tovah and her mom grew accustomed to the best life possible.
For now though, I no longer had the weight of my father’s crown hanging around my neck. Liza was having some difficulties bringing the family around, but my sister was smart, resourceful, and always had a plan. That was her business—mine was winning the Frozen Four for my team—and my fiancée.
She sat in the stands next to her mother, hair a radiant millennial pink—a color I’d grown obsessed with—her fingers typing away at her phone as she wrote an article—her last ever article—for The Daily Queen . She was still the same distraction she’d always been, but it was easier to focus, knowing she was safe, and more importantly, that she was mine.
The Kings were playing the best game we’d ever played. It was like we were one on the ice, flying across the rink and passing the puck, not letting the opposing team get close to it. The puck was ours. The game was ours.
The cup would be ours, too. Especially now that I was fully healed and not only allowed, but able to play.
Jack passed me the puck, and I slapped it into the net.
After the next puck drop, I passed the puck to Jack, only for the other team’s defense to slam him into the boards.
But he regained control of the puck, and the two of us skated in sync toward the goal, and I watched as my best friend executed the slapshot of his life, and the puck flew into the net, right past the goalie.
The horn sounded.
We’d won.
We’d won the cup.
My team was screaming, and so was the crowd, exhilarated and celebrating the win, but I only cared about one thing—my woman, engagement ring on her finger, waiting in the stands.
I skated toward her, and without a thought, jumped the boards, running up the stairs on my skates as she ran down to me.
I caught her in my arms.
“You won!” she said, elated.
“Yeah? What did you think of the game play, little snoop?”
“My investigative reporting tells me you’re about to get really lucky,” she teased.
“Oh, bashert,” I said, kissing her. “I’m planning on it.”
* * *
Hana had, thankfully, found somewhere else to be after the game. Which was good because I planned on making Tovah scream so loud the windows shook.
Parking my car, I hopped out, going around to her side like the gentleman I still pretended to be and then grabbing her and throwing her over my shoulder like the monster I truly was.
“Isaac, what the?—”
I slapped her ass. “No sassing from you, or I’ll change my plans and spank your ass black and blue instead.”
She grumbled something against my back.
“What was that?”
“I said, you’re a fucking tease.”
I snorted. She wouldn’t be thinking that soon.
To entertain myself, I smacked my fiancée’s ass as I jogged up the steps and into our house. I continued spanking her as I headed up the stairs to our bedroom. As she struggled against me, my cock got thicker and thicker.
“So eager,” I taunted, although it was debatable whether I was talking to her or to myself. “You’re leaving a wet spot on my shoulder, aren’t you? I’ll make you lick it up later.”
She whimpered, delighting me.
In our bedroom, I dropped her on the bed, not giving her time to catch her breath as I grabbed her wrists and locked them in the cuffs. I didn’t make us sleep locked together anymore, but I kept them on the headboard for times like these—times when I wanted complete control over her. That first task complete, I grabbed a few other items out of the nightstand—a spreader bar, a rabbit vibrator, a feather, and a butt plug.
What could I say? The sleazy sex shop had a sale.
She glanced down at the items on the bed, her eyes wide with fear—and desire.
“Isaac—”
“Yes, bashert?” I asked as I cuffed the spreader bar to her ankles before opening it so her legs were forced wide.
“What are you planning?”
I flipped on the rabbit vibrator, and as it began buzzing, Tovah tried to clench her legs. She couldn’t though; she was trapped, forced to take whatever I wanted to give her. And like always, what I wanted to give her was everything.
“It’s been a while since I’ve edged you,” I told her casually. Her eyes widened further. “I miss the sound of your helpless whimpers and the way your cunt twitches when I’ve forced you to take it for too long.”
“Oh god,” she moaned, her eyes going glassy at my words alone.
Dropping the vibrator on her belly, I climbed up on the bed, shoving my head between her gorgeous thighs and latching my mouth to her clit. I didn’t bother to work her up gently. I just sucked hard.
“Isaac!”
She went from zero to sixty in about three seconds flat. So did my cock.
“Good, you’re wet enough,” I said, lifting my head, picking up the vibrator and then shoving it in her pussy without any of the care or tenderness I felt for her. But then again, she wanted me this way—rough and demanding, like nothing mattered but what I wanted from her. As the rabbit buzzed, I made sure its ears covered her clit. Leaning down on one elbow, I watched for a bit, entranced by the way she wiggled and writhed, her cunt pulsing with need. Absently, I pumped my cock with one hand.
Just as she grew close to coming, I shut off the vibrator.
“Fuck, I hate when you do that,” she growled.
I laughed. “Don’t lie.”
Flipping it back on, I turned it up to a higher frequency, stroking myself in time to her moans, gasps, and jerks. But I watched her, in tune with how close she was, and just as her body stiffened, I shut it off again.
She struggled again, mindlessly humping the air, trying to shove her thighs together—anything to get friction. Anything to get off.
“Please, Isaac, please,” she begged in a thick whine.
Ah, fuck. Her voice alone almost made me come.
“What do you want, bashert? What do you need?” I crooned.
“You,” she said, and even though my plan had been to play rough with her, I couldn’t help but prowl up her body and drop a few, tender kisses on her perspiring face.
“I love you,” I told her as I kissed her nose, her cheeks, her lips. “I could say it a million times a day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“Then let me come!”
I pretended to consider it.
“Nah,” I said instead. I wasn’t going to go sweet on her. No, she needed this side of me—craved the darkness within me. Which was good, because I craved it now, too.
Drawing back, I stroked her face with a finger, murmuring, “You know, there’s something we’ve never done. Something I’ve always wanted to do with you.”
Her eyes grew wary.
“Am I going to like whatever this is?”
I grinned, aware that even my dimples looked feral.
“Probably not at first. But you’ll love it after a while.”
Reaching over her, I grabbed the bottle of lube we kept in the nightstand.
She blinked. “Anal? We’ve done that plenty.”
“No, baby,” I said, kissing her again before whispering in her ear. “I love this cunt so much, but I’ve never gotten my whole fist inside it. Doesn’t she deserve my whole hand? She’s been so good, I think she does.”
“Wait, Isaac.”
I squeezed lube onto my right hand all the way up to my wrist, working it over, and then squeezed more and spread it inside her cunt.
“I’ll go slow,” I promised.
“I—” I could hear her hesitation.
“Do you want to come tonight? Do you want my cock? Because this is the only way you’re getting either.” I was serious. I’d keep her on edge for days if I had to—I had before. “Besides,” I added, suddenly inspired, “I feel like I also deserve a treat for winning the championship for you.”
“Oh, god, fuck—” she began, and I slid a finger inside her, hooking it toward me and rubbing her G-spot.
“Yes,” she cried.
“Is that ‘yes’ consent? Because I can stop…” I teased.
“Yes, please, do it ,” she begged.
I played with her like that for a bit, getting her ready, before withdrawing my finger and adding a second, making sure to rub her walls and work her G-spot each time. She started writhing again, humping against my hand. Adding a third finger was more difficult: I’d done it before, but no matter how many times we fucked, she was still tight. I spent more time with three fingers, playing her pussy with the same patience I practiced stick work during drills. As I worked her cunt, I listened to her moans, her pleading turn to gibberish. She was begging to come again.
“I’ll let you,” I promised. “Just not yet. Now, take a deep breath and exhale when I tell you.”
She inhaled loudly, almost gasping, as I slowly and carefully worked a fourth finger into her cunt. Even though my cock was thicker than my four fingers together, the angle made it so tight, it was practically impossible. I couldn’t get past the first knuckle. But I was determined.
“Exhale,” I demanded, and as soon as she did, I withdrew my fingers.
She jerked on the bed.
“Oh god, oh god,” she cried. “Isaac it’s?—”
“We aren’t done, little snoop,” I said as I added more lube to my fingers. “Deep breath.”
As she inhaled, I pushed my fingers back in, using more force this time. The lube helped too, and I was able to get all four inside her the whole way this time. She was squeezing them so tight, my cock was jealous. But he’d get his turn.
I continued to stroke and play with her, using my thumb to rub hard, firm circles against her pulsing clit and carefully opening my fingers to widen her pussy as much as I could, to prep her for the last part. As she moaned and cried and humped my hand, I told her sweet nothings in every language I knew, and some I didn’t. I told her how much I loved her, how beautiful she was, covered in sweat and desperate for me, how perfect she looked with her pussy spread open around my four fingers, how every part of her was made for me, was made to take me—and she would.
“Isaac, Isaac, Isaac,” she chanted my name. “Isaac?—”
Her whole body tensed again. She was about to come.
“Give me your eyes,” I ordered. “I want to see you. Oh, and exhale.”
She may not have heard me, but as she released her breath to cry out, I shaped my hand like a duck bill, pressing my thumb to my fingers, and slid my hand inside her.
My whole. Goddamned hand.
I could feel her pussy, all of her pussy, from the inside. The walls and ridges, where it was puffier and swollen, where it was tighter. The best fucking part was the way I felt her try to clench around me, over and over, as she came with a gorgeous, stunning scream I’d replay in my head forever. Her cunt continued to clench, loosening slightly, as I worked my fist inside her, pumping it, rubbing my knuckles against her G-spot, and twisting my hand, careful to avoid her cervix. Surrounded by her this way—wearing her cunt like a fucking hand puppet as she pulsed around me, forced to take me—made my balls draw up, and I had to take my own deep breaths so I could control my own need to come.
“I love you,” I said, still working my fist inside her slowly. “I love you, bashert.”
“Isaac, it’s so much, it’s so?—”
“No such thing,” I interrupted her.
“—good,” she cried, then choked on her words as she came again.
Fuck.
“I told you you’d love it,” I growled. “Your little cunt is too greedy not to.”
I wasn’t done though. There was one more thing I wanted out of her, before my cock could have its turn. With my free hand, I pushed down her stomach, right above where my fist was. It served the purpose to keep her in place, yes, but as I began shoving my fist in and out of her faster and harder, the pressure from both sides got to my poor girl. She screamed again, coming so hard she squirted, soaking the bed, the sheets, my legs, herself.
Ah fuck, my cock. I didn’t have much longer, and I wanted to come inside her pussy, not on the bed.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted from you,” I praised her. “Now, inhale one more time, hold your breath?—”
My good girl listened to me, following my instructions. Turning my hand and making the duck bill shape with it again, I said, “Exhale, Tovah.”
She released her breath—and the loudest scream of all—as I carefully pulled my hand out of her pretty pussy, so red and swollen, and more open than it had ever been before. I stared for a moment, entranced by the mess she’d made of us, my cock threatening to release the cum I’d been saving for her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, so goddamned pretty,” I said, quickly removing the cuffs from her ankles before dropping the spreader bar on the ground.
Tovah stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, limp as a ragdoll. I grabbed her right leg, lifting it over my shoulder, lined up my cock, and pushed inside her. My fist had loosened her up some, and I was able to shove my cock the whole way inside her with one thrust.
“Isaac, I?—”
“Come again for me, bashert,” I demanded as I began a fast and brutal pace, using the lube and my earlier work to my advantage as I stuffed my cock deep in her, again and again and again. “Come for me and show me how much you love me. I’m not stopping until you do. I’ll fuck you all night if I have to. Be a good girl and give me one more.”
As I shoved deep, she came, her walls trembling around me in weak little pulses, and the wetness of her pussy, the feeling of her—and knowing that this, that she, was mine forever, and no one would ever take her from me, ever again—snapped the little control I had left. The monster in me roared as I came deep inside her, coating her poor cunt with my cum as my vision almost went black.
Finally, I came down from my high, reluctantly withdrawing from her pussy, and releasing her leg where it dropped onto the bed. She was trembling, moaning from aftershocks.
Even though all I wanted to do was collapse next to her, I rolled off the bed and stumbled to the headboard, undoing the cuffs and rubbing her wrists back to life. Usually, I’d shower her as aftercare, and this had been intense, but instead I got back in the bed with her, pulling her into my arms and stroking her hair, murmuring to her as I soothed her.
“You were so beautiful, so perfect. You’re okay, I’ve got you,” I said. “I love you.” I continued stroking her hair, her back, wrapping her up tight in my arms and keeping her warm.
After a while, her eyes drifted open, a soft, satisfied smile on her face.
“Oh my god,” she said, sounding fuck drunk.
“Oh my god good, or oh my god bad?”
“Ask me tomorrow,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. I’ve never felt so vulnerable before.”
“I know,” I said. “That’s why I did it. I want that kind of intimacy with you. I want every kind of intimacy with you. There’s nothing I won’t do to feel closer to you.”
“Thanks for warning me,” she teased.
“Anytime.”
“And for blackmailing me.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Although no thank you for throwing me in your trunk?—”
I kissed her to shut her up. Because I didn’t regret it. Not one fucking bit.