EPILOGUE
F OUR YEARS LATER
X ander
“We found the last of them,” Mikhail Smirnov says on the phone. “They’re all accounted for.”
“And the men?” I ask
“All dead. Every last one of them.”
I slump back in my seat and take a deep breath. It’s finally fucking over. The Covenant is disbanded. “I’ll be in Chicago next week with Azadeh and Lev. We’ll do whatever we can for all the kids. Some of the women, too.”
“Why not all the women?” Mikhail asks.
My eyes squeeze shut, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, the memory of Sonya instigating a wave of nausea. “Not all the women deserve to be saved. Some of them were involved in it. The bitches who held their sisters down or provided testimonies for those men get to burn with them.”
“Alright, I’ll let Maxim know.”
“Thanks, Mikhail. I owe you and the brothers one. There’s no way I could have done all this without you.”
The memory of blood staining my hands and the screams of Hans and Maggie’s parents still ring in my ears. I couldn’t return to finish what I started. The Covenant, with their relentless pursuit, would hunt me and anyone else who dared to challenge them. We waited, the years stretching into eternity until the opportune moment arrived when their guard would finally be lowered.
I couldn’t go to the FBI and risk myself or my family, so I contacted three men I knew were interested in The Covenant. Maxim, Alexis, and Mikhail had created a name for themselves in the circles I moved in. Three men who dedicated their lives to saving women from sex trafficking. Azadeh and I have worked for them, doing a few jobs in the Middle East. We waited and planned, and after four years, we finally got every last one of them.
The only downside has been the separation from Maggie and Hans for months. I didn’t realize how excruciating it would be. Every breath has been shards of glass in my lungs, the weight of their absence crushing me beneath its unbearable grief. They’ve become my entire universe, and I have no idea how I’ve survived so long without them.
But now, I’m home. And I need to see them.
The darkness in the house is absolute. An unnerving silence hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the usual music and laughter. I glance at my watch: seven-thirty. It’s too early for Hans and Maggie to be asleep. Perhaps they’re out to dinner. They were scared to venture out without me when they arrived, especially Maggie. In time, however, they both established themselves and thrived.
Maggie has finished her undergrad and is contemplating a master's degree to help children who’ve experienced similar situations.
My gaze lands on the framed oil paintings hanging on the walls. All done by Hans. He skipped college. He wanted nothing to do with authority and explored art based on his therapist’s recommendation. Turns out Hans has talent for days. His paintings depicting sorrow and joy have taken the New York City art scene by storm, and now he’s featured everywhere. I constantly joke he’ll soon be my sugar daddy based on how much one of his pieces sells for.
A scream reverberates through the house. Maggie. Panic takes over, and I sprint up the stairs. Why aren’t the lights on? God would have the sick sense of humor to fuck up my life as soon as I lower my guard. Fuck.
I bust open every door, trying to locate where the scream came from. My hands tremble, cold and clammy, as I grip the frigid metal doorknob to my bedroom. I fling the door open, my gun heavy in my hand.
Then I see them.
Maggie and Hans are on my bed, a double-ended dildo shared between them, while Maggie pulls on the chain attached to Hans’ nipple clamps.
“That’s it, puppy. Scream for me. You know how wet I get when you’re in pain.”
“Thank you for my pain, Mistress,” Hans moans softly, his hand moving slowly along his shaft.
I smile, watching Maggie’s playful antics. It took a while for her to tap into her sadistic side. Hans begged her for years, but she always veered away from it. She thought she was harming him, and he fought desperately for her to realize she was helping him. The guilt that once weighed on her, constricting her, has vanished.
Lost in their game, they don’t hear my footsteps on the wooden floor. That part makes my blood boil, yet I’m also immensely grateful I’ve created a haven where they feel secure enough to lower their defenses. Pride blooms in my chest, knowing I’ve helped to break the cycle of suffering that’s plagued me for so long. “Look at my pretty sluts. Nice homecoming, my pretty little whores.”
Hans and Maggie’s heads snap up, their gazes intense and lost in lust.
Maggie’s smile widens as she maintains the pressure on Hans’ nipples. “You’re home. I’ve missed you.”
Lightness floods me. A soft smile plays on my lips as I lean in, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her lavender shampoo before tenderly kissing the crown of her head. “I’ve missed you, too, baby girl.” My eyes lock on the dildo they’re riding. “Looks like you got a new toy.”
“You were gone for a bit, and Hans was spiraling. He yelled at his agent.” Maggie roughly tugs the nipple chain, and Hans screams. “I had to put him back in his place. He needed a good fucking, didn’t you, puppy?”
Hans’ head falls back, and he moans, “Yes, Mistress.”
I gaze down at Hans’ dick, with his piercing and Cock Whore tattoo. I didn’t want him to get the tattoo. He did it behind my back, and I was upset about it. So upset that I made him sleep in a dog cage for a month. Getting the tattoo itself wasn’t what upset me. I would’ve been fine with it if he'd gotten anything else. But Hans didn’t get that tattoo for me. He got it out of spite because I wouldn’t partake in a kink he wanted to explore.
“You going to fuck me?” Maggie asks, pulling my gaze back to her. “He’s useless at taking control.”
I chuckle at Maggie’s annoyed tone. She’s fantastic at playing the mean Dom role for Hans. Keeping my gaze on my loves, I undress faster than The Flash. Walking over to the cabinet, I grab a suction cup dildo and place it on the floor. “Puppy, get off my bed.”
“I can’t move, sir. Mistress has my asshole and nipples preoccupied.”
“Maggie,” I warn.
She giggles, dropping the chain before pulling the dildo from her pussy and Hans’ ass.
Hans scurries to the floor and gets into position, lowering himself slowly onto the silicone dick. It’s smaller than the dildo, so I don’t have to prepare it for him. Months with only my right hand has me desperate to bury my dick in Maggie’s hot, wet cunt.
I attach the leash to the martingale collar I made for Hans and pat him on the head. “Be an obedient puppy, and you’ll get a treat.”
“Yes, sir.”
Holding the leash, I walk behind Maggie and shove her head onto the mattress. “Ass up, slut. Let me see my pretty little holes.”
I bend and spit into her gaping asshole. “Look at you, baby. Bet I don’t even need lube to fuck this sexy ass.” I spit again before sticking my tongue inside. “Tastes so good, baby.”
“Fuck my pussy, Daddy.”
I raise my hand and smack her ass cheek, watching it bounce. “You may have a fat ass I love, but that doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do. Got it, slut?”
I thread my fingers through her hair and yank, forcing her to arch her back. “Hold on to the dog’s leash.” Using my free hand, I flip her over, shove her hips up, and push her legs over her head. I line up my dick with her cunt. Without warning, I ram into her hard and fast.
I grab Maggie’s throat as she screams, my fingers circling her delicate flesh. “Shut the hell up, Maggie. I think you’ve had too much playing Mistress and forgotten who runs the show around here.” I gently slap her face and spit between her eyes. “Do pretty cum dumps get to make requests?”
She shakes her head.
I smear the spit on her face. “Then why assume you can? All this mouth is good for is sucking and licking what I tell it to.”
I press on her throat until her olive complexion morphs into a light red. “You look exquisite, Maggie. I love your face constricted like this. Sometimes, I wonder how pretty you’d look if I used more force until you became completely still. I’d still fuck my holes, but then you wouldn’t be able to talk back. A perfect silent fuck doll.”
Maggie moans at the dark words falling from my mouth. Her pussy grows wetter as she squeezes my cock.
“You missed Daddy choking you out, didn’t you, darling?”
Maggie tries to speak but can only nod.
“Better hope I come soon, baby girl, before I make that fantasy a reality. It would be a shame for you to miss out on what I have in store for the evening.”
Maggie pulls her legs back and lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. My hand roams to her nipple, tugging on the erect bud, pulling it so hard that her back arches off the bed. “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. Pull all that cum out of me. Fill that pretty pussy with your brother’s favorite treat.”
I laugh as Maggie’s pussy convulses around my dick. “Greedy slut. Are you coming before Daddy?” I press harder on her throat. “Seems you’ve become a dirty little whore while I’ve been gone.”
Hans
Watching Xander take Maggie is the most beautiful sight on earth. It’s raw, visceral, and completely uninhibited. They’re peeling back the layers of emotion and capturing passion before life muddles it up. Sometimes, I think I’d be happy sitting at their feet and playing the role of a dog, mesmerized by their love. I’m happy to serve them any way they wish—to clean up and take my punishments like a good boy.
I thought the activities I found alluring were the embodiment of sin. There were days when I stood in the shower and scrubbed until I peeled back my skin, exposing the rawness of my flesh. I was convinced that something sinister coated my soul. Then I met Xander, and that destructive path became a faded memory.
Xander introduced me to a world I never knew I desired and unlocked opportunities I thought were impossible. When I showed an interest in art, he took me to an upper-crust store and bought it out. When I grew frustrated with the lack of natural light in the house, he built a studio at the back of the property, designed to capture the sunlight.
He also bent over backward for Maggie. When she told him she wanted to go to college, he gave her the freedom to choose anywhere in the United States and even offered to cover the costs if she wanted to study abroad. I knew if she picked a college too far away, it would break him, but he would endure it as long as she got to live out her dreams.
Xander Davis is the best thing that ever happened to us. The monster they warned us about was the saint who saved us.
With a desperate heave, I lunge forward, my palms slamming into the cold, hard ground to keep from tumbling.
Xander smiles at me as he tugs my leash. “I don’t know why you stopped fucking that dildo, pup.” He huffs an exaggerated sigh. “Guess you don’t want your reward. That’s unfortunate since I think you’ll like it very much.”
As if someone has flipped a switch, I bounce on the dildo as if my life depends on it. My ass takes it to the hilt before I lift, ensuring Xander gets a good show. I love it when he debases me. I know whatever he has planned will make me feel like a worthless cum rag, and that excites me.
“That’s much better, pet. I’d hate for you to miss out.”
My gaze moves from him to Maggie. She presses her hips to Xander’s, her face a deep red as he restricts her breathing. Fuck, she is so damn beautiful. The second-best thing to being choked out by Xander is watching her almost pass out from his touch.
“Here it comes, baby girl,” Xander pants. “Get ready to take Daddy’s load.” He groans as he stills before collapsing on Maggie. “Good job, baby.”
Margarete
Xander grips my face, his touch rough yet tender, and kisses me with a passion that leaves me breathless. The kiss is a desperate tangle of tongues, a hungry, lustful press of bodies, fierce longing evident in every touch.
He pulls out of me and jumps off the bed, heading to the toy chest, a large armoire holding sex aids. He smiles at me as he pulls out a black box and hands it to me.
I rip into the box, seeing the double-ended strap with a harness belt. Smiling, I turn to Hans, still bouncing on the dildo. “Good thing that ass got a workout, pup, 'cause I’m about to tear into it.”
“Not yet, baby girl,” Xander says. “Hans, stop fucking yourself.”
“But I haven’t come, sir,” Hans moans.
“You think I care about you coming? Boy, you are my toy. You do what I want when I want. If I have to tell you that one more time, I’m going to put claw clamps on your pathetic cock and flog your balls all night. Now, get off the dildo and crawl like the dog you are.”
Hans quickly removes the dildo and falls onto his hands and knees, crawling toward Xander. “Good boy. Remember when you asked me to explore urethral sounding with you?”
Hans’ eyes widen, and he beams a radiant smile. “Yes, sir. You said it was too hazardous and disallowed it.”
Xander gently slaps Hans’ face. “Because I knew little about it. It’s a risky type of play. One false move and I could harm you. You’re precious to me, pet, and the idea of causing you permanent harm terrifies me.”
My eyes sting with unshed tears. Hans and I had no one to care about us until Xander. We thought we would only have each other, and while we loved one another deeply, parts of our hearts remained closed until Xander came along.
Xander turns to me, his face full of concern. “You okay, beautiful?”
I sniff and wipe my tears with the back of my hand. “Yes. I’m great. I was thinking how lucky I am to have both of you. How grateful I am that you came into our lives.”
Xander smiles. “No, baby. I’m the lucky one. You and Hans are my world, but I think Hans would rather explore the new toy than shower us with words of undying love.”
Xander turns to Hans, and my heart nearly explodes with love as my men gaze at each other with devotion. Their love is so beautiful, intense, and completely uninhibited. Xander and Hans have no boundaries when it comes to bringing joy to those they love. Different men with different needs but the same endless capacity for love.
“Do you want to try the new toy, pet?”
Hans nods eagerly. “Yes.”
Hans
Xander secures my arms to the cuffs hanging from the headboard. My dick twitches in anticipation of what’s about to come. He smiles at me as he checks to ensure my wrists are secure.
Xander hands Maggie a flogger. “Maggie, I need you to get his dick to go soft. I can’t do this while his dick is hard enough to break glass. I need to disinfect everything and wash my hands.”
My pretty Maggie, the girl who was once worried and meek, is now a dominating woman sporting a strap-on. Her beauty takes my breath away.
I grit my teeth as the flogger connects with my balls. This plan won’t work to deflate my dick. Pain sluts like pain for a reason. Each time the flogger strikes, my cock hardens, twitching, craving more.
“How are you doing, baby girl?” Xander asks.
“He just gets harder every time I hit him.”
Xander glares at me. “Well, my little slut. Turns out this is going to hurt a little more than I intended.”
I nod. “Please, Daddy. Make it hurt.”
Xander
My hands are clammy, my nerves are out of control, and my heart beats so hard that I’m surprised it doesn’t fly out of my chest as I straddle Hans. “If you need me to stop, use your hand gesture.”
“Yes, sir. Will my mouth be out of service?”
I bring the tip of my cock to Hans’ lips. “Your mouth will be in service. But you won’t be able to talk.”
I shiver as Hans’ warm, wet mouth engulfs my dick, watching as Maggie lubes her strap-on and turns on the vibration. She slides easily inside Hans’ ass, making him moan against my dick.
“I don’t know if I want to fuck this pathetic ass anymore,” Maggie says. “You stretched it so wide that it’s utterly useless. Might as well turn you into a pathetic, dried-up whore. At least your mouth is useful. I was so excited to use a strap-on, but now I’m just disappointed.”
Hans’ dick twitches at Maggie’s cruel words.
I push down the tip of his cock and probe his urethra before pouring lube on his dick. Picking up the smallest sound, I examine it. I’m sure Hans would want me to use one that causes the most discomfort, but this isn’t something that can be rushed.
The sound is titanium steel, two millimeters in diameter by three inches. Eventually, we’ll move up to the larger ones if Hans likes it.
I pour the lube along its length, making sure it’s covered. “Keep fucking him, baby girl. Our little cum dump wants it the hard way, so who are we to deny him?”
Hans swirls his tongue along my dick, gagging as I deep-throat him. “That’s it, baby boy. Relax that throat and choke for me.”
I push the sound into his urethra. I go slow at first, getting an inch in before dragging it out and repeating the action. “Look at this, Maggie. Our little slut is getting his piss hole fucked. He’s nothing but a worthless fuck hole, isn’t he?”
“Oh, my god, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Maggie exclaims. “I wish we’d recorded this.”
I smile. “I turned on the security cameras before I left. Everything you two did while I was away, including this, is recorded. Besides, I thought our cum dump would like to see this.”
Hans’ dick is bigger than I’ve ever seen it. It’s almost like the sounding is expanding his cock. I read that this could occur, but seeing it is unreal. A part of me ponders irrational perverted thoughts like shoving his cock up my ass with the sound still in him. I’d never do it, but I would be lying if I said the thought didn’t excite me.
Hans’ hips jerk. “Fuck him hard, Maggie. He’s about to come.” I pull the sound out as Maggie increases her thrusts, covering the tip of his cock with my hand as he ejaculates. “That’s it, slut. Fill my hand so I can feed it to you. Good boy.”
Hans goes limp and his dick slowly softens. His mouth opens, and his tongue darts out, licking the cum gathered in my hand.
“Good puppy. Clean up your mess. Such a good little pet.”
After he cleans off all the cum, I block his nose with my fingers. I thrust my dick into his open mouth so forcefully that I worry he might run out of breath. “You're a pretty little hole for Daddy to fuck, aren’t you? I missed my pretty boy’s mouth. That’s it, baby. Work that tongue for Daddy. I’m about to come, slut. I’m going to shoot my load down your pretty throat while I plug your nose. Better swallow like a good boy. You wouldn’t want to make me mad now, would you?”
I thrust a few more times, filling Hans’ mouth with my release. Gripping his chin, I peer into his eyes. “Open. Show Daddy.” I spit into his mouth before kissing him, tasting my essence on his tongue. “You did good, pet. I’m very proud of you.
“It’s good to have you home,” Maggie says.
I rub my fingers along Maggie’s side. Her brand has been replaced by a tattoo of white doves breaking through chains. I smile as I reach out for Hans who crawls and cuddles between us. “It’s good to be home.”