Epilogue
Asher
It’s been five years now and I still wake up pinching myself every single day to ensure this is real. I still don’t believe I deserve it most of the time, but with who I’m trying to be, I think I’m on the best possible path to be that man for the two people who chose me. I won’t quit until I am.
They test my patience at least once a day, and sometimes they gang up on me teasingly — in and out of bed — but I wouldn’t trade their company for anything in the world.
I wouldn’t even trade the demon dog that’s always in my lap.
The arrangement we made the day she came home has worked for us, and every time I’ve ever needed control outside of Sundays, she’s freely given it. It’s probably why I’m always hesitant to ask for it, because even though I treated her like dirt most of our lives, these days I never want her to think I’m taking advantage of her.
Still, some days are harder than others, especially since we’ve finished renovating the house exactly how we want it. Not having a job to do makes me restless and anxious, while at same time makes me happier than ever. It’s confusing. I don’t want to be anywhere but right here, and yet my leg won’t stop bouncing and I’m squeezing the hell out of her hand. Why?
The quick intake of breath I hear has my grip easing up, and when I meet her gorgeous blue eyes, I know she knows. She always knows. “Hi,” I offer lamely, trying to play off like I wasn’t spiraling just five seconds ago.
“Hi.” She smiles warmly, bringing my hand to her lips and kissing my knuckles. “Do you want to talk about it, or do you want me to go get my things?”
“Uh...” I know I should say talk about it. It’s something we’ve been working on since the beginning, and although I don’t express myself often, I have gotten better at using my words. I just don’t always know what they are. “Your things. Can we talk after?”
She nods, shimmying up to kiss me slowly and then disappearing into our sex room. It gives me a second to breathe, and when she comes out completely naked with her hands cuffed in front of her and her shock collar secured around her neck, I feel myself fully relax.
Between the two of them, they always know what I need, and when she hands me the remote I can’t stop myself from telling her I love her. “Kneel for me, pet. You’re so fucking pretty at my mercy.”
She sinks down, head bowed and thighs spread just enough for me to see her pussy. “Take what you need, Ash. I’m yours.”
“Touch yourself,” I hiss. “Show me how wet you are, and suck your fingers clean.”
The chain clanks against the hardwood as she swipes her fingers through her pussy lips and dips them inside herself, then brings them slowly to her lips so I can see how shiny they are. As she sucks them in, she meets my eyes with nothing but submission on her face.
And then she winks.
Fucking brat.
Beautiful perfect brat.
My hand shoots out to grip her face roughly, my cock hardening when that submission in her eyes takes on an excited glint. “Show me your tongue.”
She waits a full three seconds before sliding her tongue out, egging me on and basically giving me permission to continue being rough. She always knows what I need.
“Had to think about that, huh?” As a punishment I stick two fingers in her throat and hold them there. “Relax and let them in.”
She gags twice, reeling back, then relaxes once her eyes start to water.
“There she is,” I praise, pulling them out so I can spit in her throat as I take out my cock. “Stroke me.”
I’m obsessed with how she looks as she jacks me off with cuffs on, especially when she’s wearing that collar.
With the setting low, I press the button to spur her on. She moves faster as she lets out a pained little whimper. “That’s it?” she goads. “Barely tickled.”
Tilting my head, I up the strength once... twice... three times, before she finally looks a little nervous. And then I press it.
Her hand vice-grips my cock and I swear I feel the shock go straight through her. It has me leaking in her palm, and thrusting a little for more of her. “Fuck. Did that tickle?”
“Yep,” she gasps, clenching her thighs together as she leans down to suck me in.
I want to do it again. I want to feel her seize up with her lips around my cock, and a piece of me hopes she bites. Not hard enough to actually hurt of course, but enough so I know exactly what every shock is doing to her. I don’t right away, for a while I just enjoy her mouth and how eager she is to please me. Her being my little sex slave calms me in a way I didn’t know I needed, and although Manson is usually always with us, I’m glad I have her all to myself for right now. Sometimes we need this.
After I feel my balls begin to tighten I press that button again and almost immediately regret it. Between the shock I feel myself and the way her throat spasms, I blow way sooner than I fucking wanted to. I wanted to make her wrap those cuffed arms around my neck and ride me, but how tight her throat gets around me sends me over with a guttural growl.
“Goddamnit!!” My cock pulses with each spurt of cum, the remote falling from my hand completely as I grip her head to hold her still and flood her mouth.
Little brat.
She stays there sucking in air through her nose as she swallows over and over again, and there’s a moment where she flicks her eyes up to meet mine where we both wonder how much cum I’m going to give her, but my good girl swallows every single drop as I pet her face. I already feel a million times better. “Thank you, baby.”
Humming, she stays there a moment longer with her cheek against my thigh, then pulls off to climb into my lap and cup my face with her cuffed hands. “Are you ready to talk?”
I’m ready to kiss her until we fall asleep, but Manson will be home any minute so I know this is the time to. “Yeah, I just don’t know what to say. I don’t know why I need that sometimes.”
“Because there’s a part of you that’s still healing and that’s okay. The Provost put you guys through a lot of shit that neither of you have really dealt with, and then there’s our past,” she says simply. “So much of what happened between us wasn’t really in your control. So every once in a while, you need to remind yourself that you don’t answer to anyone anymore, not even the ghosts of the past. You’re in control, and we’re willing to give it to you. I don’t mind proving it.”
Staring up at her, I don’t understand why she and Manson put up with me. They’re both genuinely good people that deserve to be cherished every single day, and although I can’t always be that guy for them, I’m going to keep working on it. “Thank you for saying that. And for being so much more emotionally mature than me,” I add, offering her a smile so she knows I really do feel better. “You’re everything I was missing before, and I know I’m still healing, but I’ve only healed this much so far because of you and Manson.”
Speaking of the devil, he walks in a second later with Nacho/Cheese/Yappy in his arms, and the damn bows in her hair make both of us laugh. “Guess who’s home from the groomers — wait, did I miss sexy time? No fair.” He sets her down and moves in for a better look, understanding taking over his face when he sees the state of us. “Ah, I see. Feel any better?”
He leans in to kiss us both, making a humming noise when he smells my cum on her lips. When he licks at them like he wants her to share, I feel the love for them both swell in my chest. They’re my people, my family, my everything, and with them by my side I know we can get through anything life tosses our way. “Yeah, Manson. I’m definitely feeling better.”