Epilogue
“ You’re proving more and more to be a romantic,” I teased as Harley sat me down in the all-black room, better known as one of the performance rooms at Club Pétale.
A satin curtain covered the stage, and just beyond it I could see a dim light, which meant I was in for a treat. A sick excitement twisted inside me.
Harley’s lips were at my ear.
“Anything for you, my love.”
The far room could usually fit quite a few people, but it was just us in there. When Harley got settled, the curtains pulled back, showing us two masked girls on stage.
My breath caught when I realized I had seen this before.
One of them sat in a chair while the other was behind her, her hand on her neck. The girl in the chair tilted her head back and let the woman behind her run her hands down her body. When she whispered something to her, she let out a moan, and the one in control looked at us with a wicked smile.
“Beautiful,” I whispered as the girl’s face contorted in pleasure.
Without overthinking it, I scooted close to Harley, but she had other plans.
She hoisted me up onto her lap, one hand circling my stomach, the other trailing over my thighs.
This was supposed to be our first night as a married couple, so I had chosen an all-white dress that mimicked a wedding dress but was obscenely short.
Underneath were frilly lace panties that I knew drove Harley crazy.
We both had masks on—matching white ones to fit the occasion.
I spread my legs for her, welcoming her touch.
My breath picked up as her fingers found my clit through my panties. The girls on stage were wonderful. They knew each other well, and there was no hesitation in them as they came before us. There was none from us either when we allowed them to stay to watch.
“Your turn now, my beautiful wife.”
She upped the pressure on my clit, and my head flopped back against her shoulder. Harley played me like her favorite instrument and I was coming before I had a chance to even catch up.
“Thank you, ladies,” she said as soon as I was done, just before she whisked me out of the room.
I struggled to keep up with her pace as she led us to one of the private rooms at the back of the club. As soon as the door was open, she practically threw me onto the bed.
I let her, enjoying the roughness.
All around us were various toys, gags, and even a few knives. The room itself was splashed in dark purples, blacks, and grays. But none of it mattered.
Not when Harley was towering over me at the end of the bed. She pulled off her mask, and I followed suit.
“Show me that beautiful cunt, wife.”
She started to unbutton her shirt, and I wiggled out of my soaked panties, spreading my legs for her.
“There’s no taking it back after this. You’re mine just as much as I am yours,” I said, my fingers feeling a knife at my right. I quickly grabbed it and sat up. She met me at the end of the bed, her chest exposed to me .
I ran the knife in between her breasts like she had done to me not so long ago.
“Forever,” she breathed out as she wrapped her hand around mine, pushing the blade in deeper and letting out a stuttered sigh.
Blood pooled at the tip before running down the panel of her stomach.
I licked my lips at the sight.
“Let’s make it official then,” I said and dragged the blade down before I twisted it and dragged it right to create a not-so-perfect “L.”
Harley was breathing heavily, pleasure evident in her eyes as I licked the wound. Blood had started to fall, and I made sure to keep eye contact with Harley the entire time.
“My turn,” I whispered as I turned the knife on me, making a show of running the side across the skin on my chest, smearing her blood on myself.
“One minute.” One hand stopped me while the other reached for something to my left. I jerked when she placed it against my clit. With a few presses, a strong vibration started to run through me.
I let out a low groan.
“Stay still for me and don’t remove the vibrator until I say so.”
She took the knife from me and pushed me back onto the bed. I grabbed the vibrator, pushing it harder into my clit while I tried to stay still as a low warmth pooled in my belly.
Her hands pulled my strapless dress down, exposing my breasts to her. Her blood dripped all over me, staining my white dress—a perfect metaphor for the bloodbath it had taken for us to get here. To fall in love. To get married.
She rubbed the blood over my breasts and nipples before leaning down and pulling one into her mouth.
I cried out when her teeth dug into it. My cunt convulsed, sending an unexpected orgasm through me.
“That’s right, wife. Show me just how depraved you are. Come while I carve my name into you. ”
She pulled away, her hand pushing me down against the bed to steady me.
The first slow slash of the knife between my breasts had my breath squeezing from my lungs. The second had heat coming back with a vengeance.
“Harley,” I moaned. “More, please.”
“My wife. You look so beautiful covered in my blood, writhing and begging for me to hurt you.”
Yes, I was begging. No, I didn’t care.
The last line of the “H” was the slowest and most satisfying yet. I moved the vibrator between my legs.
“It’s not deep enough,” she murmured. “Let’s go again?”
I nodded like a madwoman. The pain was intense and ricocheted off the confines of my body, but mixed with the intense pleasure of my oncoming orgasm, there was nothing sweeter.
“Fuck, Harley. My love. My wife. ”
She groaned as my orgasm washed over me.
“Say it again.”
“My wife,” I cried as the pleasure crested. Her lips took mine, and we met in a passionate, hungry kiss.
When she pulled away, she was covered in blood.
“I love you,” she said with a crazed smile.
“I love you,” I replied and lunged forward, sealing us in another earth-shattering kiss.
There was no denying it now. She was mine, and I was hers.
Forever.