Epilogue
The room is dim, just the flicker of candlelight casting shadows on the walls.
His house.
He moved in here a little over six months ago, and it is nothing like the mansion he was used to, but he has managed to make this his home. He is yet to access his trust fund, but he works hard to pay all his bills.
I am proud of him. My mom is proud of him too.
The air smells of wax and anticipation, thick and heady. I can feel the ropes tight around my wrists, my pulse thrumming in my veins.
Zane’s behind me, and I can hear the subtle scrape of his knuckles against my skin as he moves slowly, teasing. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the moan that’s threatening to slip out.
“You good?” he asks, his voice low and husky, like it always is when he's this close. His face is covered with a replica of the red mask. He likes to wear it when we play.
“Yeah,” I manage, barely.
His fingers slide lower, making me gasp as they brush over the edge of my underwear, his touch just enough to send sparks racing through my body. He runs his finger between my ass cheeks, and I flinch.
“Tell me what you want, Remy,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear.
“Honestly,” I breathe, “just… your dick, please, in my pussy. Maybe my mouth, but nowhere else.”
He chuckles softly, the sound dark and knowing. “You’re mine, right?”
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah. I’m yours.”
“All of you?”
“Yes, baby, all of me.”
“Good,” he says, voice thick with satisfaction. His hand slides lower, a slow, deliberate motion that makes me shiver.
I want to scream at him, beg him to do more, but I hold back. I don’t need to say anything— he knows. He always knows.
“Zane,” I gasp as his fingers slip past the waistband of my underwear, his touch scorching, gentle yet demanding. “Please make me come. You have been edging me for so long.”
He pauses, just for a second, and I hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again. “You’ll be fine. We’ve got time. Caleb will not be here for another thirty minutes and I am sure I can persuade him to wait.”
I try to protest, but he swats my ass hard, a firm, possessive smack that makes me yelp. “Not so fast, baby. Graduation can wait. You’re mine right now.”
I moan, giving in to the heat spreading through me. He’s right. I don’t care about anything else, not when he’s here, not when he’s like this.
His hand moves lower, more sure, and I can feel myself unraveling at the way he touches me, so damn sure of what he wants, what he knows will drive me crazy.
“Let go little slut ,” he orders, his voice calm but full of power as he pushes two of his fingers into me.
I try, I do, but it’s hard. His touch is a drug, and I’m high on it, tangled up in ropes and desire.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he mutters, his lips brushing against my neck as his fingers find their rhythm, pushing me to the edge.
I can barely hold it together, but I do. I know there’s no rush, not with him, not with the way he’s working me over. The world outside can wait.
But just as I start to lose myself, he pulls back, his fingers gone, and I groan, frustrated.
“Relax,” he whispers. “We’ve got time. You’re not going anywhere.”
I whimper as I watch him reach for the glistening pink vibrator he has been using on me all morning. Fuck.
His hand smacks my ass, hard enough to make me jump, the sting sending a thrill straight to my core. “You’re mine. You’re not going anywhere.”
A gasp leaves my lips as he slides a finger between my legs. He doesn’t waste time. His touch is firm, knowing exactly how to make me lose all sense of time and place. Every stroke, every movement of his hand has me melting under him.
“Zane,” I breathe, my voice shaky. “I... we can’t—”
“You’re my little slut, remember?” He’s back to his teasing tone, but there's a command there, a promise of what he’ll do next. “This is my house. My rules.”
I moan at the rawness in his voice, and I can’t help it. I’m his. I’ve always been his.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my body trembling with need.
He leans over me, brushing his lips lightly against my ear. “Good girl,” he murmurs. The praise sends a wave of heat crashing through me.
“I need you to fuck me right now, Zane. Please.” My voice cracks, desperate for him in every way.
He shifts, and I can feel him adjust his position, the tension in the room thickening. “One more minute, baby.”
He turns on the vibrator pressing it on my clit. I scream.
“My perfect girl,” he groans just as his mouth covers my pussy, his tongue diving in to join the vibrator. “One day, I am going to marry you and then fuck you just like this all night long.”
At those words, I combust, fully undone under his humming.
“You like that, baby? You like the thought of marrying me?”
“Yes,” I cry out.
He holds the vibrator on me and slides his dick right into me.
“Is this what you want?” he asks as he fucks me hard.
I can’t even answer him properly because the pleasure is so intense.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
He pounds against me, our bodies slapping together.
“I’m going to marry you, and you’re going to have my babies, do you understand?”
I nod as my pussy throbs around him.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. I’m about to come.”
“Your fucking dick, Zane,” I moan. “Feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, I want to marry you and have your babies.”
He bites his lip, pushing the vibrator further on my clit. I gasp, bucking my hips against his.
I watch him as he comes inside of me, his lips parted, the moans escaping his throat turn me on. He’s dreamlike as he fills me up.
And when he’s done, he pulls the vibrator off my clit, throws it, and grabs my face, kissing me. He slides in and out of me slowly.
“Whenever you’re ready to have my babies, I’m going to fuck you like this every single day.”
“Yeah?” I ask, turned on and ready for another round.
He reaches down and slaps his dick on my clit and then quickly shoves it back inside of me. I squirm from the intensity. He drives his dick deep into me.
“I love you.”
I smile. “I love you too.”
He starts fucking me again, ready for another round. My back arches into him as he pounds into me.
Every part of me is on fire, and I know that it’s going to be hard to leave this moment behind when we finally get up. But for now, I’m not thinking about tomorrow or the future. Not about anything except him, this, us, right now.
I think we might just miss his graduation all together.
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