Bonus Epilogue
Ford
FIVE YEARS LATER
The elevator doors part, and I find Genvieve just as I knew I would: naked, kneeling on the floor in the middle of her playroom, head bowed, the backs of her hands resting atop her muscular thighs.
Nipple clamps hang from her breasts, a delicate chain connecting them.
The thick black collar with a silver ring she wears when we play encircles her neck.
I know if I were to look at the small side table between the two chairs in the seating area, I’d find the collar she wears for the rest of the world.
When she told me this morning that Elliott requested a Sunday session with her, I knew I’d be making a stop at her office on my way home from the shooting range with Drake. I texted her twenty minutes ago, telling her how I’d want her, the plan for a scene mapped out in my mind.
Striding up to her, I brush my fingers over the top of her head, and I swear I catch her lips twitching as she stares at my combat boots. Her hair is straight today, the ends curling toward the column of her neck and she leans into my caress.
“Such a beautiful doll,” I admire. “But you look empty. What do you think? Should we fill your holes?”
“Yes, Sir.” She’s been calling me that for years now, but it never seems to get old. I’m not sure it ever will. She fought the urge to submit to me for too long, and I don’t want to waste a single second of the time we have together.
“How long have the clamps been on?” I ask as I stride toward the dresser, my cock slowly hardening.
“About five minutes, Sir,” she replies respectfully.
Good. She’ll be able to tolerate them for another few minutes before I’ll need to remove them. I’m sure the metal is pinching her nipples painfully already, but they don’t have the same bite as the clamps with teeth.
Opening the third drawer, I consider my various options. Foregoing the muzzles and O-rings, I opt for a red ball gag. Reaching into the armoire, I snatch a leash before returning to the woman in the center of the room.
“Look at me,” I order. She does without a fraction of hesitation. “I’m going to gag you, so I want you to tell me what stops this.”
This isn’t the first time we’ve played with gags, so she knows the signal, but I want to hear her tell me anyway. “If I snap my fingers once, you’ll slow down. If I snap twice, you’ll stop.”
“That’s right, my perfect little slut.” My mouth curls slightly at the corners, and I brush the backs of my knuckles over her cheekbone. “Open your mouth.”
Her jaw unhinges, and I wedge the ball into her mouth before buckling it at the back of her head.
With that done, I squat down in front of her and hook the chain connecting her nipple clamps to the ring at her collar before fastening the leash as well.
Righting myself, I tug on the leash gently and her eyes round a little as she whimpers around the gag.
Her nipples must be burning as the hook for the leash knocks against that delicate chain connected to them.
I scan her face for any indication that this might be too much, but when I don’t find any, I lead her toward the brand-new padded spanking bench on the other side of the room.
I know for a fact that she hasn’t had a chance to use it yet because she told me so a few days ago. I’m all too happy to help her break it in. Her bench looks like a sawhorse with a larger, padded section in the middle and two skinnier padded portions on either side.
Once we reach the bench, I have her sit back on her heels and remove the clamps. She moans around the gag in her mouth as the blood flow returns, and I roll her nipples gently between my thumbs and forefingers.
Our gazes lock, and the look she gives me is chock full of adoration and devotion. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, stroking her hair. Helping her to her feet, I have her bend her torso over the middle section of the bench, resting her knees on either side.
Using the cuffs attached, I lock her wrists in place. When I finish, I take in the sight of her gorgeous ass in the air and head dangling off the end. “Are you comfortable?”
She nods, and I trace a hand down her spine, outlining each perfect groove and ridge. “You look incredible like this, ready to take whatever I give you.”
Wiggling her ass a little, she mewls softly, and I chuckle, landing a slap across the top, my hand stinging with the effort as I move to the armoire and retrieve two items.
With the flogger in hand, I step behind her and announce, “I’m going to begin, and I’m not going to be gentle, but we both know you don’t want me to be.”
Raising the flogger, I let it crack across her ass, the smattering of leather tails landing with a sharp thud as I warm her up for the next few minutes. My hits aren’t hard, not yet, but my cock is, achingly so.
Gen whimpers, and I observe, “Aren’t you a noisy thing tonight. You can complain and whine all you like, though. It won’t stop me.” She knows what will.
She groans as I toss the flogger aside now that her ass is glowing a nice red shade. Reaching for the split whip, I coast the two tails down her back. Dragging the leather lower, down the crack of her ass, I let the ends hover over her pussy.
“Such a filthy, greedy slut; wet, desperate, and needy already.”
Gliding two fingers over her cunt, I coat my fingers in her arousal before plunging them into her, making her garble into her gag. I huff a laugh as I remove my fingers, licking them clean before bringing the whip back just enough to pop her on the pussy, and when I do, she yelps.
When I do it again, she lets out a long, strangled sound. Abandoning her pussy for now, I shift my attention to the backs of her thighs, streaking her flawless skin with my red stripes.
Once I’m satisfied, I set the whip aside, open the third drawer, and pull out a cordless vibrator. I flick it on, letting the low hum fill the room like sweet music. Genevieve whimpers as she recognizes what’s to come, and I smirk. I know she’s going to love this, which only makes my cock throb.
“Lift your ass for me.”
She squirms against the bondage securing her to the bench, but she does as I command.
With the vibrator on a low setting, I place it on the padded leather right where it will meet her clit. “Lower your hips.”
She hesitates briefly, but I know the moment her clit makes contact with the buzzing device because she squawks into her gag.
As she shifts, I grip her hip, holding her steady. “If the vibrator leaves your clit, I’ll ruin the next several orgasms for you, and you don’t want that now, do you?”
She frantically shakes her head.
“I didn’t think so. You better stay still then.”
I wait until she nods before reaching for the whip again. I start lightly, picking up where I left off, reddening her backside.
“You’re free to come as much as you like.”
Less than a minute later, she’s falling apart with a shriek, her thighs quivering as she struggles not to jostle the vibrator. My erection becomes painful as I watch her come undone, her pleasure feeding my own desire.
Her second climax slams into her hard and fast, and she howls as her entire body convulses. I reach between her legs to increase the speed of the vibrator, making her shake more vigorously.
When she’s somewhat recovered, I resume my assault with the whip. I smile internally, certain that she’s loving this as much as I am. “You’re such a slutty doll, coming even harder when your ass is bright red.”
She’s crying now, the sound wet and muffled. “Give me one more.”
Her head thrashes as she tries to object, but I land another blow, this time more forcefully than all the previous hits. “You will give me one more because I’m asking for it and you want to please me.”
She hiccups, and I flick the vibrator to its highest setting. “That’s it. Come, Genevieve. There’s nothing I like more than watching you unravel for me.”
It’s nothing short of magnificent when she does. Her head lolls back and her spine arches, her toes curling as she succumbs to the overwhelming bliss. I don’t remove the toy until she’s wrung dry, her soft sobs wafting through the air.
She’s still crying when I move to the front of the bench, where I smile at the sight before me. Clutching her chin, I lift her head so that we’re looking at each other. “My messy little doll, drooling all over the floor. Is that a sign that you’re hungry for me? Is that why your mouth is all wet?”
She replies, but it’s entirely unintelligible, widening my grin. I had no intention of fucking her face tonight, but the sight of the glistening strings of saliva falling from the corners of her mouth is obscenely attractive. I’d be a fool not to have her tongue wrapped around me now.
Quickly stripping out of my clothes, I step up to her face and unbuckle the gag before tapping the head of my cock against her lips. I’m sure her jaw aches, but she doesn’t hesitate in obediently opening for me.
She takes as much of me as she can before she gags, the sound of her choking spurring me on. I pull out before thrusting back in, groaning as her hot mouth engulfs me.
As soon as I begin to plunge in and out, increasing my tempo, she relaxes her throat so I’m able to drive in deeper. “So fucking messy, so fucking exquisite, so fucking mine.”
She moans around me, the vibration driving me closer to the edge, and I pull out of her mouth. Whining at the loss, she rasps, “Sir.”
It’s a plea, and I nod, telling her that I’ll give her what she wants again.
Hastily, I undo her restraints and hoist her into my arms as I move to sit on the bench, my feet planted firmly on the ground, grateful for my large frame that I’m able to make this work.
I position her so that she straddles my lap, the balls of her feet resting on the pads on either side of the bench with her hands clutching my shoulders.
Gripping her hips, I lift her, lining myself up with her entrance before she sinks down. Her eyes roll into the back of her skull as I groan. She feels so good, so right, so perfect. She’s perfect.
“Fuck,” she pants. “I love the way you fill me up.”
Snaking a hand between us, I stroke her clit the way she likes as she slides up and down my length, her pussy squeezing me tight.
Her body tenses, her inner thighs clenching as she begins to tremble.
“Oh, you’re close, aren’t you, doll? Are you going to scream nice and loud for me when you come this time? ”
“Yes,” she shrieks, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
“Hold out for just a little longer,” I command, my voice low and rough. “You can do it.”
She cries out, her expression almost pained as she attempts to hold back her climax. When she rolls her hips, whimpering, I order, “Come with me.”
The wave of ecstasy crashes over us both at the same time, my fingers curling into her flesh as she shudders in my arms. The bliss is all-consuming, filling every corner of my mind with pleasure.
As we both settle from our highs, Genevieve curls into me, her head falling against my chest. I pull her into me tighter, brushing my lips over the top of her head, and murmuring, “I love you.”
She wraps her arms around me fully so not even air separates us.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, her lips brushing over the skin above my heart.
THE END