Epilogue
KAI
O ne year later…
“You sure about this?” Carter asks softly in my ear as he checks the scarves around my wrist. They’re not tight enough where I can’t get out of them, but they’re secure enough that I’ll have to put forth a lot of effort to slip them.
“Very sure. My safe word is squash.”
Carter’s warm breath fans over my ear as he chuckles. “I’ll remember that.” I feel movement on the bed, but I can’t see that he’s doing. The blindfold only allows me to see a tiny sliver of light, but not much else.
Ever since Carter gave me what I craved when I went to The Devil’s Den, I’ve been trying to figure out when to return the favor. Luckily for me, it didn’t require us going back to the club. But it did require us having our own place.
Staying with Dominic was nice, especially the weekly dinners. I still cooked as often as I could, but it was nice for an actual chef to make some masterpieces. But it limited what we could do in the bedroom. Dominic gave us sly looks, so I know he heard us sometimes when we were fucking. I can only imagine what he would think if he saw his son had tied me to his headboard. So being out of his house makes it much easier to do this.
We moved into our new home three nights ago and our bedroom furniture was delivered yesterday. The six bedroom, eight bath mini mansion is equipped with a basement gym with the same panic room and tunnel system Carter had in his old place. We also have a theater room right next door to our room, with an entrance that leads through, so we don’t really have to leave the room to cuddle and watch a movie.
Nico and Gavin each have their own rooms on the bottom floor. It’s basically like their own suite down there. They have free rein of everything down there, but we all share the kitchen. Unlike at Carter’s old place, we plan to make good use of the pool, especially when it’s warmer and we don’t want to work out in the gym.
Carter’s favorite part of his new place is the curtains. He bitched about the sun always streaming through his windows at his old place, but the fucker never bothered to get curtains. The retractable ones we have now shut him the fuck up on that front. He woke up this morning without complaining that if he could, he’d shoot the sun out of the sky. He’s so cranky in the mornings.
One of Carter’s hands drifts down my body, stopping briefly to lay over my heart. Right where the tattoo of his name is. The same artist that did all of his tattoos did mine. And the one that’s over his chest with my full name. Kaison. I grin every time I see it, just as Carter does when he sees me shirtless. I’m his forever, just like he’s mine.
I start slightly when his warm lips press against my tattoo. “You’re mine, Kai. Branded with my name like you’ll be branded with my marks before we’re done playing.”
“Yes,” I groan, writhing against him.
He plants one more kiss to my chest before he turns me to my stomach with gentle hands. The scarves twist on my wrist, immobilizing me more. He lifts me until my ass is in the air, my arms crossed in front of me.
I love the sinful sound he makes when his hand trails from the top of my back down to my ass. He grabs a handful, kneading the round globes. “Did I ever tell you your ass was perfect?”
“Every day since we met,” I joke in a panting voice. “You gonna do something with it?”
My breath comes out in a burst when I feel his wet tongue against my hole. He leisurely licks at me, taking his time to trail his tongue over the ridged skin of my pucker.
A curse leaves my lips as I push back more, trying to get his tongue inside. But Carter is content to tease me. My dick hardens more with each swipe, bobbing and begging for attention. Carter doesn’t touch me there either. He just laps at me slowly, getting my hole wet and soft.
“Carter, please,” I beg, no longer ashamed of the action. In fact, it makes me feel good to give that piece of myself to him; I know he won’t abuse it. He cherishes it when I give over that control. He takes care of me when I do.
He takes care of me even if I don’t.
“In a minute,” he whispers against my hole before going back in for another taste. “Let me eat you for a little while. I enjoy how you squirm for me.” Carter dives back in for another swipe of his tongue, and I do just that. Puffs of air leave my throat as I pull against my bindings. I want out of them so I can touch him, so I can press his face deeper into my ass so he can make me come like this. But I like being at his mercy, so I don’t try too hard.
He eats me out for another few minutes, until I’m a babbling mess, tears leaking from under my blindfold. God, I want to come. I want him to keep touching me. I want his dick in me.
After one more drag of his tongue, Carter moves away, no longer touching or licking at me. I whine, pulling at the bindings again. I strain my ears to try to figure out where he is, but he always moves silently.
Even though I can’t see him, I can feel his eyes on me. It makes me feel hot, desirable. The ownership in his gaze makes my dick harder if that’s possible.
A faint whirring noise fills the air, and I look around, trying to figure out where it’s coming from and what it is. The sound is familiar, but I can’t place it.
The bed dips behind me and Carter rubs lubed fingers around my hole. He slides them in gently, and I moan, throwing my head back. Carter hums, pushing his fingers deeper inside. When he curls them and hits my prostate, I about jump a foot off the bed.
“Yes, babe,” I pant, wanting so much more.
His hand comes down on my ass sharply and I jump again but roll my hips into the pain. Another swat, then another, then another. My ass radiates with heat, but it feels so fucking good. Carter told me he was into impact play. This is the first time we’ve tried it for an extended period. He’s spanked me during sex and knew I was into it, but this is next level. Fucking phenomenal.
“Feel good?” he asks, rubbing gently over my cheeks, soothing the ache from his swats.
“Yes,” I groan. “More.”
His fingers still tunnel inside me, bringing me indescribable pleasure. Just before I can roll off that cliff of my release, Carter pulls back, not giving me what I want.
“Carter. Please, fuck, please. Spank me again.”
As I expected, Carter doesn’t listen to me. He still plays with my ass, but he doesn’t give me what I want. Such a tease.
When he has me half out of my mind with want, he removes his fingers. Almost immediately, he fills my ass with a vibrator. That’s the buzzing I heard.
“Fuck,” I groan, absorbing the toy and the vibrations. “Carter, oh god. Holy shit!”
His dark chuckle makes my dick throb. “I’m not done playing with you yet, pretty baby.”
He climbs off the bed, leaving me fucking bereft at his absence. But he’s not gone long. His fingers tangle in my hair when he climbs back on the bed in front, but to the side of me, and his cockhead brushes against my lips. I open my mouth and suck him down, moaning when his precum hits my tongue.
A moan rumbles deep in my chest as he pushes into my mouth, using my throat as a cock sleeve to get himself off. I wish I could see him while he fucks my mouth, wish I could gaze at him while he pumps into me furiously.
The toy in my ass keeps me on the edge and how he’s thrusting into my throat has me so close to coming that the slightest touch will have me shooting like a fucking rocket.
But before I can get more into sucking him off, Carter pulls free from my mouth. The whine that tears from my lips is pitiful, but I don’t wish to choke it back. I want more of his cock. I want to swallow him down. But Carter climbs off the bed again, moving behind me.
Another swat lands on my ass, jostling the toy in my hole. Many more follow. More than I can count. This time, he doesn’t stop. The pleasure keeps mounting, higher and higher. “Carter. I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, pretty baby. Let me see you explode.”
Throwing my head back, I let go, coming hard enough to make my head throb. Carter talks me through it, soothing where he swatted my ass. His deep, melodic voice keeps my orgasm going, my dick kicking under me and painting the sheets with how much I enjoy this side of Carter.
Once my balls are empty, I sag onto the bed, barely able to keep my head up from the force of my release.
Carter eases the plug from my ass and turns me over onto my back. I’m lying in my own spend, but I don’t care.
He settles between my legs and catches my lips in a sweet kiss. It’s so tender that I fear I might tear up again from the saccharine feel of it. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him any way I can. His tongue moves languidly against mine, almost distracting me from his cock burying deep inside me.
Almost.
I snatch away from his mouth and make an inhuman noise when he penetrates me, his thick cock stretching me way more than that vibrator ever could.
“Feel so fucking good, pretty baby,” he croons to me as he rolls his hips. “I love how you moan for me. Love how you sound so unhinged for me.” He pumps into me, dropping kisses all over my face. More tears of pleasure leak from my eyes and Carter licks them up. “Your tears taste good. Like every other part of you.”
“Please,” I whimper, meeting his unhurried strokes.
“I wish you could see how fucking perfect you look right now. How beautiful that round ass looks, red from my hands. Want to see, pretty baby? Hmm?”
“Yes, Carter. God, you feel…indescribable.”
“That’s all you.” He licks a path up my neck, making me shiver.
He takes me slow, building my pleasure at a snail’s pace. It’s too good for words.
Right as I’m ready to explode for the second time, Carter removes my blindfold. I blink quickly, then lock eyes with him. His desire reflects back at me, and it sends me over the edge. Once again, I blow my load hands free, painting our bellies.
“Yeah, just like that,” he says, watching my dick shoot between us. “That ass is squeezing my dick. Fuck, I’m coming, Kai.”
He captures my lips in a greedy kiss as his strokes stutter and his body quakes. His hot seed spills into me, painting my walls, marking me as his.
Snatching his mouth away, his warm breath feathers over my lips when he asks, “You okay?”
I swallow thickly. “Yeah. I’m good. You?”
“Extremely pleased.” His eyes sparkle as he looks up at my bindings. “Thanks for this.”
“Anything for you, babe.”
He reaches up and undoes the scarves. Taking my wrists into his hands, he rubs the feeling back into them. It was hot to be at his mercy that way. I can’t wait to do it again.
After he’s deemed the circulation is back, Carter rolls to the side, pulling me against him. He kisses my forehead. “We won’t be able to do that when we have kids. You know that, right?”
Carter and I have been discussing getting a surrogate for kids. Adoption is an option as well, if we can’t find someone we trust enough to carry our child. We’ve been going back and forth if we will have one or two. Carter says he’ll give me whatever I want, including two kids, but our lives are busy, and he wants to ensure we can give our kids what they deserve as far as love and attention. Something I never got enough of.
After the war, I learned more about Charlie. Turns out, he and my mother were in a relationship, but she wasn’t someone he wanted to marry. When she got pregnant, he paid her an obscene amount of money to get rid of me and to never darken his doorstep again. She obviously didn’t listen. But she didn’t want me after I was born, so she did what he told her not to do and left me with him.
I still have no desire to meet my mother. I’ve lived this long without her. She would in no way enrich my life.
In the year that he’s been dead, I’ve made more connections with our drugs and guns sales. It seems like Pop was content to only deal with the few people that he started working with decades ago, even though other people reached out to do business. It’s been hard making those connections, since most didn’t trust me because of Pop. But it’s worked out well. I’m making money hand over fist; and the Colombians I’m getting product from wholesale are happy campers with how much money they’re getting from me.
Making those new connections made it easier for me to pay off the debts Pop had. I didn’t get too many questions about paying the taxes too quickly because I was the owner of so many casinos and a construction company. I’m sure the IRS was eager to take the money and get me off their books.
Snuggling closer to Carter, I kiss at the side of his neck. “I know. But it’ll be fine. Parents with kids find ways to fuck all the time.”
The rumble of his chuckle makes me smile. “Yeah, let’s just hope they don’t walk in on me plowing your ass. They’d be traumatized.”
I laugh, burying my face in his chest. “I bet.” I stretch, feeling the drying cum on my back. “I need to get showered. I don’t want to walk around with jizz on me all day.”
Carter helps me out of bed and walks me to the bathroom. This bathroom looks just like the one from the other house, though it has two sinks instead of one. Carter drives me fucking crazy when he leaves toothpaste in the sink, and he bitches at me because he finds strands of hair in the drain. If we didn’t get two sinks, we might have killed each other.
He turns me around to the mirror, smiling widely. “See how good you look?”
I peek over my shoulder, looking at my red ass. It does look good. Handprints cover me, large and imposing. It’ll hurt to sit down for a few days, but I welcome the pain. It’ll be a reminder of how Carter owned me so thoroughly.
“Can’t wait to do this again,” he says, kissing my shoulder.
After I stare at my ass for a few more seconds, we hop in the shower. We have a big night ahead of us.
Indigo Arc Casino and Restaurants ribbon cutting is in a few hours.
The construction of the casino and all the rooms Carter and I added in addition took close to a year. We had a few snags, with inclement weather and teenagers being dicks and trashing the place. A few broken limbs made them reconsider fucking with other people’s shit.
But finally, it’s ready for its grand re-opening. It’s overwhelming to move into our new place as well as open the casino the same week, but I don’t mind. As long as I have Carter by my side, I can do anything.
I tip my head back when we get in the shower, letting the water cascade down my back. Carter will bitch at me for my hair being in the shower, but whatever. I’ve let it grow longer this past year, the waves tumbling half down my back. Carter told me plenty of times how much he loved my hair and takes great pleasure in tugging on it all the time. He does it even more now that it’s so much longer.
Turning me around, Carter washes my back, cleaning my cum off me. Then he dips down to my hole, washing me thoroughly.
“If we didn’t have plans tonight,” he says as he spreads me open more and runs my cloth over my hole, “I’d fuck you against this shower wall. Especially with your ass as red as it is from my swats.”
I shiver, wanting the same thing. But if we get started again, we won’t come up for air for the rest of the night.
We’ll only have a few weeks downtime before Declan is opening his own casino. When we got rid of the Fensters, we absorbed their territory, which encompassed a few casinos, their furniture store, and a few nightclubs. Their property helped expand our territory and give our family more sway over most other families.
In the year since our short war, we’ve rebuilt our ranks, swelling our men past what we had before and are now the largest family in South Jersey. We’re no longer seen as the St. Clair’s and the Whitlock’s separately; we’re the St. Clair-Whitlock family and everyone knows our names.
The Fensters had some distant relatives that tried to come down and make waves for us. We sent them all back in body bags, until they stopped coming. We have no more enemies on that front.
With the Russians gone for good, their territory went to the Reyes family. We have reach, but we’re not greedy. What we control is more than enough for us. Anything else would be too much and we wouldn’t have as strong a hold on it as we’d like.
Twisting my head, I kiss Carter quickly. “Make sure you put on a suit tonight. Dominic will give you shit if you embarrass him by wearing combat boots to the fucking opening ceremony.”
Since he turned over the family to Carter, Dominic has relaxed and started taking vacations. He’s been doing all the things he didn’t do while he was at war and dealing with his contentious relationship with my family. Now that the family is in good hands, he’s living his best life.
Carter chuckles and finishes washing me. “I will. Jesus. If you or Dad tell me that shit again, I’ll fucking scream.”
“I like how you look with a suit on. With your dark hair and your tattoos, you look like a sexy, professional bad boy.”
He gives me a droll look, making me laugh.
We finish up our shower after I wash Carter. At the sink, he grabs my brush and detangles the knots from my hair. Then he blows it dry for me. I love this domestic side of him, especially when he does it without me asking.
He loves taking care of me. And I love that he loves it. But I also have to give him shit for it.
“You’re like a proper manservant, aren’t you?” I ask with a teasing smile.
“If you want my help, you’ll shut the fuck up with that shit.” He might sound angry, but a grin plays at his lips.
It doesn’t take us long to get dressed, Carter looking so fucking good in his suit. I enjoy seeing him in his combat boots, jeans and t-shirts that show every contour of his abs. But seeing him in a suit is a different sight to behold.
He looks over at me while putting on his cuff links. “What?”
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I answer honestly.
He grins, ducking his head with a flush on his cheeks. I love making Carter blush. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I treasure it.
After he finishes with his cuff links, he walks over to me. Framing my face with his large hands, he brings me in for a tender kiss. “You always take my breath away, Kaison. Sometimes, I want to thank our fathers for putting us together. You’re the best thing in my life.”
“As you are in mine. Looks like my Pop did something right.”
He looks deeply into my eyes, a soft smile on his lips. “You’ll be nothing like your father, Kai. You have love to give. You’re warm. You’re kind.” He pauses then says, “Well, not really kind.”
I laugh, slapping his arm. “Hey.”
Carter laughs, then tips my head back so I can look at him. “Seriously. You’ll be a great father. I’m glad I’m on this journey with you.”
“Me too. I love you, Carter St. Clair-Whitlock.”
“Not as much as I love you, Kaison St. Clair-Whitlock.” He kisses me softly and I melt into him. “Forever.”
THE END