43. Epilogue - Anne
Three months later…
Smooth jazz music fills the room as Lennox and I enter the gala venue. Tall white candles adorn the round tables, along with gorgeous potted orchids in different colors.
My body buzzes as his gentle touch leads me further into the ballroom. The dress I’m wearing is more daring than I typically go for. It’s all black, with a deep V-neckline and two high slits up both of my thighs. The stunning pearl necklace he bought me dips down my sternum, but I’m hoping to get a different one by the end of the night.
We’ve explored most of the sexual things that interested me, and they’ve turned me into a sex-crazed freak that can’t get enough of him. Which leads me to the most risqué part of my outfit tonight—the diamond decorated plug that sits between my ass cheeks. The fullness it gives me is only enhanced by the dirtiness of the whole thing, and the thrill makes my nipples pucker.
A shiver runs through me.
“You all right?” Lennox whispers into my ear, not helping the shivers.
“Yes, Sir,” I respond with a smile. He shakes his head with a knowing smirk.
“Playing with fire, Firecracker.”
I simply shrug in response, knowing I’ll be both punished and rewarded for it. He looks enticing in his tux—his beard meticulously groomed, his shoulders wide and strong, those tattoos I’m crazy about peeking out from his shirt sleeves.
He also smells exhilarating, and the mix of that and the feel of the plug make my mind crazy with desire.
The formal attire and the venue remind me of the last time we did something similar—Bryce’s wedding. It was just less than a year ago, but it feels like years have passed.
Even then, he was protective of me and wanted to show me how desirable I am, but now—his protectiveness is next level. His hand doesn’t leave my body once, his gaze always on me. He stalks every person I talk to like prey, until deciding the person is treating me with respect. Then he relaxes by drawing smooth circles on my lower back or stroking his large palm up and down my thigh.
It’s funny to think this is his first relationship, because he’s knocking it out of the park. He wines and dines me every day, doing small romantic surprises at least a few times a week.
I asked him once if he’s doing that because he thinks I need it, but he shut me up, shoving his cock into my mouth, saying, “Do you really think I’d do something I don’t want to?” I shook my head in response. “Good. Now suck,” he said and rewarded me with two orgasms.
The gala comes to an end, and it’s time for him to leave me. My body mourns the loss of his touch the instant he removes his hand.
He dips his head before saying goodbye to everyone and heading out. As far as others are concerned, he’s bringing the car around, but the truth is a bit more nefarious.
My heart rate picks up as I track the time on my phone, chewing on my bottom lip. When five minutes pass, I get up, say my own goodbyes, and head out to the back exit like planned.
Every step reminds me of the plug inside my ass, and my skin tingles with anticipation. The air is cold as I step outside, but I’m too keyed up to actually feel it.
My heels click on the parking lot pavement. I make three steps before a hand wraps around my mouth. A familiar, tattooed hand.
I try to scream, but the sound is muffled by the hand.
“Shhh,” he coos into my ear. My heart pumps wildly in my chest as my shoulders thrash, trying to break free.
A silk white handkerchief is stuffed into my mouth, replacing the hand. My first instinct is to spit it out, but before I manage to do it, he ties a rope around it, making it impossible to expel from my mouth.
He brings both of my hands behind my back, tying them roughly into another knot. Slipping a hand behind my knees, he picks me up and carries me to the car. Dumping me in the back seat, he slams the door and makes his way around to the driver seat.
“Mmmm. Mmmm,” I try to scream again but I’m not nearly loud enough.
My nipples are hard as a rock, my clit pulsing with need as the thrill of it courses through me. The car swerves and turns, and I bounce around the back seat. Every sudden movement reminds me of what’s nestled between my ass cheeks.
Fuck. This might as well be the hottest thing we’ve ever done.
Eventually, the car comes to a stop.
Lennox turns around. “I’m going to need you to be fucking quiet, or you’ll be fucked raw until you can barely stand.”
No fucking chance I’m staying quiet.
He opens the doors and my poor attempts to scream start again. He lifts his arms and the last thing I see is a black ribbon of sorts. Suddenly, I’m surrounded by darkness. I squirm and attempt to scream even harder, but his hands are rough as he pulls me out of the car, shoving me from behind.
This time, he doesn’t carry me, rather pushing me forward and forward until he stops me by my shoulders and pushes me down to my knees.
He unties the rope around my mouth, and I finally manage to spit out the handkerchief.
“Let me go!” I yell, but he responds with a dark chuckle.
“Feel free to scream, Firecracker. No one can hear you here.”
Another wave of excitement courses through me. He won’t ask me for a color tonight. No, we planned the whole night in detail, and the only way it stops is if I give him a safe word. And I plan to do no such thing.
I release a loud wail for help. My tied wrists are unmoving no matter how much force I use to pull them apart.
“Guess I’m going to have to shut you up another way.” His tone his threatening, followed by the sound of a zipper.
My breath hitches but I continue calling for help. Until my scream is cut off by his thick cock entering my mouth. My stomach recoils at the sudden intrusion to my throat, but he feels so fucking good. Grabbing the back of my head, he fucks my mouth, while I’m unable to do anything but take it. I moan around his cock, eliciting a low chuckle from him.
“You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you? Moaning around a stranger’s cock.”
His words make me drip down my thighs, but I won’t admit that quite yet. Instead, I pull my lips back, revealing my teeth and scraping the sensitive skin of his dick.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’ll get punished for that.”
His cock exits my mouth instantly. He lowers my dress, releasing both of my breasts and pinches my nipples brutally. I cry out, but he gets behind me, doing quick work of releasing my hands. I try to circle my wrists to relieve them of some pain, but his voice stops me. “Hands in front of you.”
He pushes me down on all fours and I barely catch myself before faceplanting the floor.
“Fuck, you look good on all fours, like the good little slut that you are.” His hands skim the backs of my thighs, lifting my dress in the process.
He releases a loud hiss as he bunches my dress around my waist, revealing my bare ass with a plug inside of it.
“You have to be fucking kidding me. I planned to ass fuck you as punishment, but I guess you’re already ready for that, aren’t you?” He massages my ass cheeks roughly. “Bet your pussy is soaked, begging for me to fuck this tight little asshole.” His voice turns into a growl. “Let’s see.”
I expect him to slip in a finger, to check how wet I am, but instead, he forces his dick inside of me, burying himself fully.
“Ahhh, fuck,” I moan because he’s too fucking big, and I feel so fucking full of both him and the plug.
“Fucking knew it.” He snorts. “Soaked.”
He gives me a few harsh pumps before slipping out of me. My pussy mourns the loss of him, clenching around nothing.
“This cunt is fucking drenched, but that’s not what I’m here for today.” Another sound of a zipper. A pause. And then a vibrating noise fills the room.
My nipples pucker again as heaviness settles in my breasts. I’m so turned on.
A whimper escapes me when he enters me with the rabbit. The buzzing on my clit is enough to make me buck, the sensations too high.
“Shit,” I groan, and he chuckles darkly.
I feel a slippery liquid on my ass before he starts playing with the plug. In and out. In and out.
It takes less than a minute for me to already be on the edge of my release. My hips are moving back and forth shamelessly, trying to get more. One of my hands raises to roll an aching nipple.
I’m so fucking close.
And then, it’s gone. The rabbit, the plug, it’s all gone. My whimper is pathetic as I protest him taking my pleasure away.
“Not yet, Firecracker.” His words are low and dark, and so fucking demanding. “I want you to beg me to fuck this pretty little ass.”
I stay silent, pushing my hips back to get some friction.
Both of his palms land sharply on my ass cheeks, making them sting. “Beg,” he commands, sending zings of electricity to my core.
“Please,” I whisper, barely audible.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Please,” my voice is louder now.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck my ass! I need you to fuck my ass.”
His growl is feral, and I feel more liquid land on my ass before his thick length breaches the tight ring of muscles. There’s no way I could take him with no prep, but that’s what the plug was for. He stretches me out slowly and it hurts so fucking good.
“How does it feel? Tell me.”
“I’m so fucking full. Your cock feels so good inside my tiny asshole.”
He rewards me by bottoming out. We moan in unison, the sound echoing the room. He starts ass-fucking me at a slow, punishing pace, and my pussy pulses with need.
“Look at you taking this cock so well. Such a good fucking slut.” I moan. “I’m going to fill this ass with cum. You understand?”
“Yes, please. Fill me with your cum.” I’m rewarded instantly by the buzzing sound again. It takes some maneuvering, but he manages to slip the toy back inside of my pussy as he continues fucking my ass.
“Fuck, fuck.” It’s too fucking good. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. My clit and pussy and ass are on fire, and my orgasm barrels toward me.
“Not yet,” he says, lifting my upper body so that it’s flush to his chest.
He unties my blindfold, and it takes a few moments for my eyes to adjust. We’re back in the same room in L&L, a room we’ve visited plenty of times in the meantime. I’m facing the mirror and the eroticism of what I’m seeing is overwhelming.
The dress I’m wearing is a set of scraps, covering almost nothing. My tits are heaving, my nipples hard, and his tattooed hand rests on my throat. My hair’s a mess, my makeup smeared all over my face.
“Look at you,” he spits out. “Fucking perfect.”
With that, he’s back to fucking me, this time faster. It’s too much. The feel of him in my ass, the vibrations on my clit, his hand on my throat.
I can’t hold it in any longer.
My release slams into me with unstoppable force. White dances around my vision as my thighs tremble and my pussy spasms.
He releases a loud groan before slowing his movements, and I feel his own release filling me. Wave after wave, my orgasm still shakes me as he keeps me upright.
Eventually, the waves ebb and he takes his cock out, dropping a kiss to my shoulder. The kiss makes me shiver.
He slips my dress over my head and starts undressing himself. When we’re both fully naked, he lays us on the giant bed.
“Aren’t you going to clean me up?” I ask.
“Nope. I love when you drip my cum,” he responds, making me smile. “Are you hurting?”
“Not yet.” I expect to be sore tomorrow. This was the first time we had full on anal. I’ve been craving it for so long, but he was adamant we needed to take it slow.
“But you liked it?”
“It was better than I dreamed.”
A laugh bubbles out of him. With him, I’m so far away from the shy, apprehensive girl I used to be.
His large body envelopes mine and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. We need to shower and get home, but there’ll be time for that. Right now, the only thing I need is to be in his arms.
With his gentle caress on my thigh, I feel myself drifting off to sleep.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispers into my hair.
My lips turn up, my heart growing in my chest.
I got everything I wanted.
Turns out, I had it all wrong. Love doesn’t have to be missionary with the lights off, it can also be anal in a sex club or trusting someone to kidnap you off the streets.
The most important thing is that you get to be yourself with someone who wants exactly that, never wanting to change you. Never thinking you’re not good enough.
“I can’t wait to be yours, forever,” I whisper back.
“You’re already mine, baby. Just try to escape and you’ll see what happens. I’m not letting you go.”
With that, my body relaxes enough to fall asleep. Tomorrow, we’ll be swamped with wedding planning, something that Lennox surprisingly adores doing, but tonight, it’s only us.
The End