Epilogue
James
One year later
“I can’t find my artbook!” Sadie calls out, jogging down the stairs.
We moved earlier this year into what was previously my sex house.
I was able to get the kids transferred from their new base school so they could go to the one they’d started at, and initially, Colton had to drive them back and forth, Christine helping out when our schedules got in the way.
But then Nash got his license in June, which makes things a lot easier, and this year, we pulled Sadie out of her school and enrolled her in an arts school closer to the house.
It’s where her friend Destiny from her after-school program goes.
Hannah helped us find a good used car for Nash. He goes to the shop sometimes, and Hannah and Colton have been teaching him about mechanics, which he really enjoys.
“It’s in the kitchen,” Colton calls back.
“Thanks!” She grabs the artbook and stuffs it into her backpack, all ready for her sleepover with Destiny.
“Don’t forget, Tasha is picking you up from Destiny’s tomorrow,” I remind her.
They’re going to lunch and shopping. She’s really taken Sadie under her wing, the two of them closer than I could have ever imagined.
It’s important that she has that relationship and a connection to her Black culture, something we can’t give her.
“Yep.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket. “Oh, Destiny and her mom are here. Bye, James. Bye, Colton. Love you guys.”
“Love you too,” we both reply, then look at each other and smile.
When we first moved into the house, it was just me and the kids.
Colton was here often, but we both thought it was important for the kids and me to have some time together first. He officially moved in three months ago, and it’s been everything I never thought I would have, everything I could ever want.
Our family is complete, and I couldn’t be more thankful for them all.
“One down, one to go.” Colton playfully pumps his brows, and I know exactly what he means.
While we’ve kept up our roles and the kink that’s so important to both of us, we don’t always have the space to play exactly how we like.
Kink is and always will be a part of our lives, both in and out of the bedroom, but sometimes a guy just wants to be spanked and fucked without having to be quiet or worrying about anyone interrupting us.
So the apartment is now the sex apartment, and we do have that—meeting there, even though we live together, which is strangely hot.
“I’m dying for it, Sir.”
“I know you are. Always my cock-hungry boy.”
I really, really am.
The past year has been full of challenges.
For a time I worried I would lose my job, as we sorted through what it meant for Colton and me to be in a relationship, mostly because I’d been his professor.
Our story had been that we started dating after he dropped my class, and they had no way to prove otherwise.
Since he wasn’t in my department, there wasn’t much they could do.
It was weird at first because everyone knew.
They looked at me differently or, hell, maybe it had all been in my head, but things have calmed down now.
We also hired a lawyer to deal with Nash’s father, wanting to cover all our bases and do what we could to make sure Nash was where he belonged.
We had to fly out to Oregon and meet up with him once, and that didn’t go well.
Nash was angry and wanted nothing to do with the man who had known where he was most of his life but hadn’t been there for him.
When we had our court date, his father didn’t show.
When Rebecca got ahold of him, he said he was no longer interested, just like that, as if Nash was not his child, but something he could have or not have an interest in.
He signed over his parental rights and I was awarded legal guardianship of the kids.
They’re out of the foster care system now, just another way our family is complete.
No one can take us away from each other.
“Sadie already left?” Nash says when he comes downstairs.
“Just a few minutes ago,” I reply. “Do you have your tickets?”
He chuckles. “Yes.”
“Did you make your bed?”
“Always.” He shakes his head.
“Joseph’s parents are driving, though, right?” He’s taking his car to Joseph’s place, and then they’re going to a basketball game and having a sleepover.
“Baby, we talked to them already. They’re driving.” Colton wraps his arms around me from behind.
“Just making sure.” You can never be too careful.
“It’s annoying, but I like that you care.
” Nash gives me a small grin, one that’s special and between us.
We get each other more now. The therapist has helped us grow a lot, and though he has more in common with Colton and they’re really close in many ways, Nash and I have our own special relationship too.
“All right. I’m out of here,” Nash says.
“Text us when you get to Joseph’s,” Colton says, and I’m grateful he’s the obsessive parent this time.
“Will do,” Nash replies.
“Love you,” I say.
“Love you guys too.” He offers a smile, and then he’s out the door.
I rush over to the window, watching the driveway and for him to pull away. The second he’s out of sight, I drop to my knees.
“Someone’s eager, aren’t they?” Sir walks over, not stopping until he’s standing in front of me.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I kinda feel like getting out of the house. Do you think we should call and see what Henry is doing?” he asks. Henry and I have gotten closer. He stood by my side when things were strange at school, and I appreciate him for it.
“You wouldn’t. I might die.”
Colton chuckles. “So dramatic. And no. I wouldn’t.
” He grabs the back of my head, pressing my face against his dick.
I nuzzle in as deep as I can get, wishing he was naked, wishing I could smell him better, feel his balls against my face because I’m so fucking at home there.
“What am I going to do with you tonight? You’ll be naked the whole time, of course. ”
“Yes, please.”
“Do you have the plug in like I instructed?” Clearly, we’ve been excited for this, had it planned for days.
“Yes, Sir. It feels so good, wearing your plug. Knowing I’ve opened my hole for you to use.”
“God, you really are the best boy.” He threads his fingers through my hair, then tilts my head so I look up. My skin is tingling, my mind and body already finding that place in time where I land, when we slip further into these roles, the place I want to be.
On instinct, I open my mouth, knowing what he wants, what we both want, and he leans over and spits inside.
“Come on.” He pulls me to my feet, and we go upstairs to our room. “Let your Sir undress you.”
I turn to face him, excited for him to get to his surprise.
He takes my shirt off first, folding it and setting it aside before going for my jeans, then underwear.
My dick’s already hard and leaking. “Do you want to see the plug?” I ask, though it’s not the plug I’m eager for. Well, I am, but not only that.
“Clearly, you want me to see it. Turn around.” The second I do, my face flames, my toes curling against the floor, feeling proud even though what I did is something so small, and honestly, a little cheesy.
“Fuck,” Colton says, kneeling behind me. “Property of Colton,” he says, rubbing his fingers over the spot on my ass where I’d temporarily branded myself for him. “How did you do this?”
It’s not a real tattoo. I’d probably die walking into a tattoo parlor and asking them to tattoo my ass with my partner’s name. “I found a place online where they make special-order temporary tattoos. I ordered a hundred of them so I can wear one whenever we want.”
“So hot.” He leans in and kisses over the tattoo on my ass, then drags his tongue across my cheek and licks down my crease. Colton uses his hands to spread my ass, looking at the plug. “My property.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“My hole to plug.”
“Yes.”
“The man I love.”
I tremble. “Yes, that. Always that.”
“Always,” he says before slapping my ass the way we both love. “Lie on the bed,” he tells me, and I hurry over to do exactly that.
Colton goes over to the toy closet, unlocks the door, then comes out with a pair of restraints and a blindfold. I’m already writhing against the bed, horny and eager for him, wanting whatever he has in store for me.
Colton sets the toys on the bed, then takes off his clothes. My eyes are drawn to him, to how beautiful he is. Tall, firm muscles, messy hair, beautifully hard, thick cock, and a heart a person can see every time he looks at you, smiles at you—at least I can.
“I want you at my mercy.” He sits beside me, then ties the blindfold around me, leaving me in darkness. “This good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He rolls me to my stomach, then binds my hands together and around the headboard.
My whole body is eager for what’s to come. I have a feeling about what he’ll start with, what he knows is my favorite, and I’m proven right when his hand slaps down on my ass.
“Fuck yes,” I say.
“Be loud for me,” he directs. “I want to hear you. I want the neighbors to hear you.”
The thought makes my skin flush and my dick throb harder. I’m not the type who would ever really have public sex, but I love it when he teases me about it, when we role-play about him taking me or spanking me in front of someone.
“Yes, Sir!”
He spanks me again and again. I don’t bite back the sounds I make, call his name, beg for more, savor the things we can do in an empty house. He doesn’t spank me as hard as he has in the past, and only uses his hand, but it still makes me fly.
“Are you done already?” I ask when he stops, turning around as if it will enable me to see him.
“You’ll see,” Sir replies.
Part of me wants my gaze on him, wants to know what’s coming and to see the way he studies my body. The other part of me likes this, being completely under his control, never knowing what’s next, and giving my body to the man I love.
He pulls me up so I’m on my knees, chest against the mattress.
“I’m going to play with your pretty hole,” he says, and then he does that, teasing me with the plug, pulling it out and then pushing it in again, fucking me with it, driving me wild while my cock leaks and I beg for his dick.
“Please fuck me. I feel so empty without you inside me, like part of me is missing. I need cock, your cock, want it all the time, want you to fill me every second of every day.”
“Christ, I’m so fucking obsessed with you. You’re my perfect man.”
And then the plug is gone and he’s slamming inside me.
I cry out, seeing nothing but darkness yet surrounded by him, his hands on my hips, his dick inside me, his scent and sounds wrapping me in the warmest of hugs.
I hear him spit, and then Sir’s hand wraps around my cock, stroking me as he fucks me, makes love to me because that’s also what this is. It’s always what this is between us.
“Please, can I come?” I beg, my nut right there. I’m dying for it. For him.
“Yes. Come for me,” he says, and that’s all it takes, color dancing in the darkness of the blindfold, my body soaring off the cliff and into the most potent pleasure. Colton’s dick jerks inside me as he fills me with his cum, and then he stuffs the plug back in, removes my bondage and my blindfold.
“Thank you, Sir,” I say breathlessly, a blissed-out smile on my lips. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too. We’re going to have the best life.” He rubs his nose against my cheek, then kisses me.
“We already do,” I reply.
And we always will.