Epilogue
“I cannot believe that it has been a year since your first day. Time has flown by way too fast,” Gretchen said as we got off the elevator and walked into the lobby.
“I agree. I feel like it was just yesterday I was outside Caleb’s office waiting with you for him to call me back for my final interview.”
“Right? It’s crazy. Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Hopefully, the boss isn’t out too late tonight for his meeting. You deserve to celebrate with him.”
“From your lips to God’s ears,” I joked. We gave each other a hug and went our separate ways. She drove to the office, but I was crazy enough to keep walking to work even in the cold winter.
How many more days until summer? I thought to myself as I made my way to my condo. It wasn’t that horrible. The city did a decent job keeping the sidewalks clean, and with my three layers on, I really didn’t feel the single-digit weather.
For what felt like the millionth time, I was beyond grateful that my trek home wasn’t a long one.
In no time, I’d be able to remove all my layers and take a long, hot shower.
Hopefully, by the time I finished, Caleb would be home from his meeting with a prospective client.
He’d left the office around lunchtime and hadn’t come back since.
I was excited to talk with him about how everything went.
The elevator dinged on my floor, and I got off and headed over to my apartment. I was searching for the keys in my purse when hands pressed over my eyes, blinding me. Before I had a chance to truly get scared, Caleb whispered in my ear, “Guess who?”
I chuckled. “Hmmm. The milkman?”
“Always with the sassy remarks. What am I going to do with you, Miss Van der Brooks?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
He laughed and pulled his hands away. I turned and faced him.
“How did the meeting go with the client?”
“It went well.”
“Do you think they’ll be good to work with?” I asked, pulling my keys out of my bag and unlocking my door.
“We can talk about that later. We have other important things to do,” he said as I opened the door to find a trail of rose petals on the floor.
“What is this?” I asked, stepping inside. He followed after me, closing the door behind us.
“Did you think I’d forget today was your one-year anniversary since you started working for me?”
I put my bag on a side table and hung my coat up before I turned to face him.
“You’re too smart to forget the date, but I wasn’t expecting this,” I said, motioning toward the flowers.
“You deserve to be celebrated. As your boss, I can see that you’ve been an incredible addition to my company. As your boyfriend, it has been an honor getting to see you grow in your career.”
“Aww, thank you.” I leaned forward and gave him a kiss. He made me feel so special.
He pulled back. “I want you to follow the petals. When they end, you are to strip and wait for me.”
A thrill shot through me at his order. No matter how many times we played together, I still got butterflies in my stomach about what was to come. But I didn’t want to be too obedient right away.
“What if I don’t want to do that?” I asked.
“Then,” he said, pulling me even closer to him and squeezing my right ass cheek firmly, “I’ll have to bend you over my knee and punish you until you decide to do what I say.”
“Hmm.” I tapped my chin with my index finger like I was pretending to think about it. Of course I was going to, but I had discovered recently that being a bit bratty heightened the scene for both of us.
“Theresa,” he growled, and narrowed his eyes. I knew that look—he meant business, and unless I wanted to start this session off with a punished bottom, I had to get moving.
“All right. I’m going,” I said, stepping out of his hold and turning to follow the flowers. I heard him chuckle as I left the room, and I smiled.
The roses trailed into my bedroom. They stopped at the foot of my bed with a few sprinkled on my mattress. I stripped out of my clothes and tossed them into my laundry basket.
I turned to face the door only to see Caleb already standing there.
“You didn’t waste any time getting here,” I said
He shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say? I’m a man in love. Why would I want to wait to fuck my amazing girlfriend?”
“You’ll hear no complaints from me.”
He smiled before he walked over and pulled me in for a kiss. I moaned as my hardened nipples ran over the rough fabric of his dress shirt.
“Something the matter, Theresa?”
“Your clothes. You need to undress.”
One of his eyebrows shot up as he looked at me. Uh-oh. If there was one thing he didn’t like, it was when I tried to top from the bottom in a scene.
“Are you in charge right now?” he growled.
“No, Sir,” I said, casting my gaze to the ground.
He gripped my chin and pulled it up so I couldn’t avoid his eye contact. “That’s correct. Who is in charge right now?”
“You are, Sir.”
“Also correct. So, I will take my clothes off when I am ready. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied. He let go of my chin and pulled me in close for another kiss. I knew better this time than to complain when my breasts ached from being pushed up against him.
He ran his hand down my side, and one of his index fingers slipped between my pussy lips.
“Already so wet for me,” he growled, moving his finger up and down my channel. “You love submitting to me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered as he rubbed my swollen bundle of nerves. Just a few more strokes and I’d be pushed into an abyss of pleasure.
Just as I reached the edge, he pulled away. I was about to utter a protest, but stopped myself when he tilted his head as if to dare me to say one word.
He smiled. “Good girl.”
A wave of happiness washed over me. I loved getting praise from him.
“I know you want to have your pleasure, but you need to wait a bit longer. Tonight, we’re going to try something new.”
“What?” My interest was piqued.
“Do you remember your dream that you told me about a couple of months ago?”
“Yeah,” I replied, excitement and nervousness building inside me at what I thought he was going to say.
“Tonight we’re going to make it a reality. I’m going to claim that tight back hole of yours, and when I do, you’ll be screaming out my name.”
My whole body shuddered at his statement. We had been doing more anal play in recent months, but it had been with small things—his finger, a plug. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take him when he was erect.
“There’s no need to worry, Theresa. I’ll make sure that you’re good and ready.”
He tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and cupped my cheek. It was such a stark difference from how he spoke to me a moment ago when he was reprimanding me for topping from the bottom. I loved each side of him, and he seemed to always know which one I needed.
“Okay, Sir.”
He leaned down and gave me a peck on the lips. “I want you to lie down in the middle of the bed on your stomach.”
“Yes, Sir.” I complied with his wish as he finally started to take his clothes off. Part of me liked it when he was fully dressed and I was naked. It highlighted the power dynamic between us. But at the same time, I could drool over his bare body.
“What’s that?” I asked as he grabbed a bottle I hadn’t noticed on my nightstand
“Massage oil,” he said, climbing onto the bed. He straddled my hips and poured some of it onto my back.
“Why are you starting there?”
“So many questions tonight,” he said, working the oil into my skin.
“Sorry, Sir,” I responded before groaning in enjoyment as he got a knot out of my right shoulder.
“It’s okay, sweetie. I want to massage you for two reasons.
One, the more relaxed you are, the easier it’ll be for you to take me.
Being tense will only make your first time uncomfortable.
” He ran his hands over the back of my neck and worked out some kinks in the muscles.
“And secondly,” he continued, “I want to do this for you. You work so hard and rarely take time for yourself. As your boyfriend, it’s my right to spoil you. ”
“Well, thank you,” I said as he continued working the tension out of my body.
His touch was warm and firm as he rubbed between my shoulder blades and across my lower back, over each muscle in my arms. My desire built as he began squeezing my thighs, his hands melting away soreness.
He took his time massaging me, making sure he gave attention to every part of my body. I wanted to warn him that if he kept this up for much longer, I was going to be a pile of goo, and we wouldn’t be able to do what he wanted to tonight. That was, until he started his erotic torture.
He flipped me onto my back and ran the pad of his thumb over my nipple. “Hmm, not as hard as I’d like it. Let me see if I can change that,” he said, dipping his head forward and taking my areola in his mouth. He licked a circle around it and then flicked my nipple with his tongue.
“Ah,” I cried out as I felt my nipple bead up in arousal.
“Much better,” he said, doing the same to my other breast.
The foreplay built a slow, burning need inside of me. I was desperate for him to take me by the time he’d finished lavishing my chest with attention.
“Are you as wet for me now as you were earlier?” He didn’t give me time to answer, inserting one of his fingers inside my channel. “Yes, you are. You’re soaked,” he said, pulling his finger out and popping it in his mouth. “My favorite kind of honey.”
His actions fanned the flame of my desire, pressure building inside of me.
“Please, Sir,” I begged, needing my release.
“Soon, Theresa.”
He ran his finger over my clit. I thought he was going to enter me again, but instead he brought his wet finger down to my back hole and massaged it.
He reached for something he’d left on the bedspread, and I heard the click of the lube opening.
After coating his finger, he slowly pressed it into me.
“Oh my gosh,” I cried out, tensing at the feeling of pressure. Despite the anal play we’d done, it felt taboo; part of me still thought it was wrong. And yet, I needed him to claim me in the way no one else had.