Epilogue
Madi
“Take off your clothes and kneel on the bed, Ms. Evans.” Brick uses his curt boss-hole voice. “Show me that you’re ready.”
I kick off my heels and strip out of the brick-red designer dress I wore to Torrent today. There’s no peekaboo cutout in this one–Brick says if I wear one of my old Moon Co dresses, he’ll have to accompany me to work and kill every man or woman who looks at my cleavage.
It’s been two weeks since I started working for my grandmother, and I actually enjoy it. Maybe it’s my new luna powers, or maybe it’s knowing I don’t need the money or the job, but I don’t let anyone give me shit.
Including Eleanor. I’m setting boundaries for our relationship, both working and personal. My mom hates it all, but I did convince her to cash the two million dollar check Eleanor’s lawyer wrote her. That will allow her to buy her apartment, so she doesn’t have to worry about rent hikes anymore. Not that any of us will be under financial strain again. Brick already bought an entire apartment building near NYU for Brayden to move into, and he’s trying to convince my mom to move in here. She’s still wary of him and his money, but I expect he’ll win her over soon.
Despite the fact that Brick has added me to all his bank accounts, it still hasn’t sunk in that I’m a billionaire now, too. And that’s without the inheritance Eleanor is supposedly leaving me.
I met my father/sperm donor. We had a super-awkward coffee date that I kept to under a half hour. I got the feeling he cared less about the fact that I was his daughter than he did about his mother putting me in a position of power at Torrent.
I can’t believe I ever equated Brick with rich, self-absorbed men like my father and his brothers.
All of it slides off my back, though. Because every evening a sexy billionaire shows up on the top floor of Torrent cosmetics to pick me up, wine and dine me, listen to my day, tell me about his, and make me scream his name in bed until I’m hoarse.
The moment we walked into the penthouse tonight, though, my doting fiancé disappeared, replaced by the deliciously gruff Big Bad Boss.
I leap onto the bed and assume a position of servitude–on my knees with my palms up on my thighs, awaiting instruction.
“Thirty-three seconds, Ms. Evans. You’re late.” Brick’s look might be stern except for the amber gleam of pleasure in his eyes. “Interlace your hands behind your head.”
I obey, and the position lifts and spreads my breasts for his inspection.
He strolls to the side of the bed and pinches one nipple. Both respond–stiffening and tingling as they lengthen. My pussy clenches.
“With all due respect, sir, you didn’t give me a time limit.”
He tsks and pinches the other nipple, harder than the first. “I shouldn’t have to, Ms. Evans. I expect your complete competency, and thirty-three seconds isn’t fast enough.”
I’m already wet for him. All he has to do is pull out that bossy voice, and I melt into a puddle at his well-shined shoes.
“Now, are you going to continue to argue with me, or are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?”
The quivering muscles between my legs lift again at the word punishment. Still, I look up through my lashes at him. “I am only stating facts, sir. You did not set a clear expectation for how quickly I should disrobe.” I keep my voice low and demure, despite my bold gaze.
He fake-frowns. “Impertinence will also be punished.” He palms both my knees and nudges them apart. “Spread for me. I want to taste that honey you’re making.”
I slide my knees open.
He strokes his middle finger along my slit, parting my plump folds. I’m slick down there, and the moment he drags the moisture up to my clit, a small orgasm ripples through me, causing my inner thighs to shiver and shake as my pelvic floor squeezes.
“Uh oh, Ms. Evans.” In a flash of movement, he grips the back of my neck and shoves two fingers deep inside me. “Did I say you could come?”
The moment his fingers enter me, I’m on the edge of another orgasm, especially when he thrusts deep, hitting my G-spot on my inner wall.
I cry out, rising up on my knees as he pumps his fingers. He helps me with the hand at my nape, only to use my weight to lift and drop me over his fingers, making me ride his hand faster and faster. My breasts bounce. Arousal leaks between his digits. My cries grow more desperate. I’m helpless–like a sex doll he can turn on with just his voice and fingers.
I orgasm again–this time a good one. A satisfying one. I rise up on my knees, my weight completely controlled by Brick. Without his support at my neck, I’d topple forward into him.
He tsks again. “That’s twice you’ve come without permission, little girl.”
I come again on the fingers still stretching me. “I don’t answer to little girl,” I pant.
“Oh, you’ll be answering to me tonight, sweetheart.” He slides his fingers out and kisses me roughly. I sense his control slipping in the dominant way his tongue pushes into my mouth. The tightening of his fingers around the back of my head. I’m his mate–he’s always so hungry for me.
But he reins it in.
He releases me and tosses a bolster in the center of the bed. “Lie over the pillow, Ms. Evans. I want that juicy ass presented for me.”
A moan slips from my lips. I crawl over the bolster and settle my hips down onto it.
Brick strokes his large hand over the landscape of my ass, tracing the curves with his warm palm. “You have a spanking coming, Ms. Evans.” He delivers the first one, but it’s more of a love-spank. A light slap that makes me stick my ass out for more.
He spanks the other cheek. “I’m going to turn this ass red, and then I’m going to fuck it.”
I go still. I’m still an anal virgin unless you count his finger at the Berkshires a few weeks ago. But I’m already half-delirious just from the finger-fucking. I’m not about to refuse anything he wants to give me, even if it is challenging.
Perhaps especially if it’s challenging.
Brick spanks a little faster, light spanks that gradually grow more intense. I wiggle under the sting, but any time he pauses, I arch for more.
“Spread those legs, beautiful,” he murmurs.
I open my legs, and he delivers a light spank between them.
I moan.
He strokes some more and then spanks me harder. My eyes roll back in my head with pleasure. All rational thought has left the premises.
Brick pauses in his gentle torture to remove his tie and unbutton his collar. He slides the tie in front of my eyes and winds the silk fabric around my head to secure it in the back. The moment my sight is blocked out, my other senses heighten. I’m able to relax more. The message is clear–it’s my job to receive whatever it is Brick intends to do with me. Or to obey his commands. But otherwise, I’m not responsible for anything.
The overachiever in me can let go.
“Stay right where you are.” The deep growl of Brick’s voice enters my body and circulates inside me, warming me from the inside out.
A moment later he returns. “Reach back and pull your gorgeous ass-cheeks apart, Ms. Evans.”
“I don’t remember this consequence outlined in the employee manual,” I echo my joke from the first time he bent me over his desk and spanked me.
His laugh is dark and delicious. “Are you going to obey, or do I need to take my belt off?”
My buttcheeks squeeze at his threat, and I reach back to do as he ordered. He rubs something cool–lubricant, I imagine–between my cheeks, then presses a stainless steel plug against my back pucker.
I tighten against the intrusion.
“Relax, Madi,” he murmurs, dropping the boss act. “Exhale for me.”
I relax and let out my breath. As I do, he slides the plug inside me. For the first moment, I hate it, but once he gets it past the round bulbous part and it settles in, I love the sensation.
“Now hold that in while I spank you.” The big bad boss is back.
I release my buttcheeks and cover my ass.
Brick chuckles. He leaves my side again and when he returns, he gathers my wrists behind my back and winds another silk tie around them.
I sigh, relaxing even more. I don’t know why there’s something so delicious about being tied up. It alleviates the need for me to do anything, I guess. To get anything right. To perform.
Of course, the moment Brick begins spanking me again, my relaxation ends. I tune into the sensations, the blindfold and bound wrists enabling me to sink deep into the scene. Every spank jostles the plug in my ass, sending even more feedback through those sensitive nerve endings. I’m beyond wet now–I’m sopping. Excited. Growing needy.
“Brick,” I start to beg.
“That’s Mister Blackthroat to you, Ms. Evans,” he mock-scolds me.
“Please.”
I hear a low, animal-like growl come from his throat. He’s starting to lose control again. There’s a rustle of clothing, and then the mattress bows as he climbs up behind me.
“Yes, please,” I whimper, desperate for his touch again. For his attention. For the orgasm I feel coming. It’s going to be a big one.
“Oh God, that’s pretty.” Brick’s voice is rough. He grips my hips and pulls them back until my weight is on my knees, my chest and face pressed into the bedspread.
Brick rubs the head of his cock across my soaking slit and then inches in with agonizing patience.
I try to push back to take him all at once, but he controls the movement, making me wait for it, building the anticipation. Finally, he’s seated, but he doesn’t move.
“Please, sir,” I beg. “I need it now.”
“You need my big bad boss cock?” He eases out and then slams in hard.
“Yes!” I gasp.
“You need it right now?” Another thrust.
“I do, sir. I need it right now.”
“I fucking love when you call me sir. I loved it the first time you said it.” His thrust is harder this time. “I loved it every time after.” He starts to pick up speed.
I glory in the rough movement, the way he pulls my hips back to meet his instrokes, the sound of his breath growing ragged.
The plug in my ass, my stinging cheeks, the neckties that bind me all add to the sensations. He brings me right to the brink of an orgasm and then pulls out.
“What?” I sound dazed. “What happened?”
Brick chuckles. “Nothing happened, beautiful girl. But where did I say I was going to fuck you tonight?”
I groan. “My ass.”
“That’s right.” He eases the plug out of me. It stretches me wide then pops out. “And now I think you’re ready for me. We’ll go slowly. Are you worried?”
Am I?
No. I know without a shadow of a doubt that Brick will take care of me.
“No, sir.”
“Good girl. Lower yourself back down on the bolster.” I hear the sound of more lubricant being applied, and then he pushes the head of his cock against my anus. I tense, and he stops. “Relax, baby. It’s going to feel good. You liked the plug, right?”
“Yes.”
He eases in, so gradually I barely notice it’s happening. Then he starts moving with slow, smooth strokes.
He’s right. It feels good. It’s way more intense, but also way more pleasurable. It only takes a few moments before my cries grow loud and desperate.
“Please, Brick. Please, I need to come. Please?”
He lets out a sustained growl, like he’s right on the edge and holding back. “I’m coming,” he chokes and shoves in deep, his hips bucking against my ass.
I can’t seem to come with him, though. Not while my pussy is empty. But Brick knows what I need. He reaches under my hips and roughly cups my mons. The tips of his fingers slide in. His palm grinds over my clit.
I come, my internal muscles squeezing and pulsing, my entire body shivering and shuddering out my cataclysmic release. I drop into a timeless space, replete with pleasure.
When my brain returns to my body, or when my body returns to this dimension, I find Brick’s still stroking my swollen folds in an undemanding caress. He kisses my neck then eases out of my ass.
The tie around my wrists falls away, but he leaves the one covering my eyes as he gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom. As I hear him washing up, I’m grateful for the extra time to transition. To have the darkness to absorb the tingling and buzzing running through my limbs. The slow, warm throb between my legs and ass cheeks.
Brick returns with a warm washcloth which he uses to clean me, and then I’m in his arms, the blindfold off, his warm gaze roving over my face. “You okay?”
My lids droop. “I’m perfect,” I murmur.
“Yes, you are.” He brushes his lips over my forehead, the bridge of my nose, both my cheeks. “I’m so lucky.” He leans his head against my forehead. “I wanted you the first day you showed up, but I never dreamed I’d have you, much less get to keep you. But here you are, in our bed–bearing my mark, changing my whole world.”
I smile and reach for his face to kiss him. “I thought we were an impossibility, too, Big Bad. And now here I am wearing your ring, planning an engagement party with your mom and sister, and…learning what it means to be loved.” Goosebumps stand up on my arms as I realize the potent truth of the words.
I never let anyone in before Brick. I was afraid to be vulnerable, afraid to risk being hurt or rejected, or found unworthy, like my mom was.
I swam among sharks most of my life, constantly strategizing how to meet every challenge and succeed when the odds were against me. But risking love might be the most dangerous and courageous thing I’ve done.
The most beautiful and rewarding challenge yet.
Brick brushes my hair back from my face. “Do you feel loved, Madi Evans?”
I nod. “Incredibly.”
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. “Me too.”
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Dearest readers, I know this seems like the end, but it’s not! Keep reading–there’s one more after-the-movie-credits kind of chapter!