Epilogue
Lucy
I t’s Valentine’s Day and Justin’s taking me to a swanky new restaurant downtown. I came home from work to change and get ready for the evening. We’ve been bouncing back and forth between his house and mine, spending more nights together than not.
Justin’s been true to his word, dating me since New Year’s. But now I’m ready for more. We haven’t said the L word yet, and I’m working up the nerve to say it tonight, even if it’s not reciprocated. I’ve felt it for a while but haven’t found the right moment to tell him.
At Justin’s request, I haven’t told my parents we’re seeing each other again. He didn’t want any interference while building our relationship, and we both know they’d interfere plenty if they found out. He also wanted to avoid causing any unnecessary problems if I changed my mind. I’ve assured him that won’t happen—that my decision is final, but despite that, he’s still insisting I wait.
Since we’re staying at his house tonight, I’m tossing clothes into a bag when the doorbell rings. I give myself a once-over in the entryway mirror before opening the door to a delicious looking Justin, smelling good enough to eat.
Maybe we should skip dinner.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He comes in, shutting the door behind him and wrapping me in his arms. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. You should’ve stayed over last night so I could’ve told you the second your eyes opened. Plus, I’m getting used to having you in my bed. I missed you.” His lips graze mine before kissing their way toward my ear, nipping it with his teeth. “Maybe you should consider letting your lease go.”
Hold up—did he just ask me to move in with him? I think he missed a step. I must take too long to find my voice, because he pulls back and carries on like he didn’t just drop a bombshell on me.
“Is your bag ready to go? We have reservations at seven, so we should get going.”
“Uh… yeah. Let me grab one last thing.” I’m still a little blown away by his comment. It could’ve just been a passing thought, nothing literal. Or… maybe he realized what he said and changed his mind right away. Oh my God, this is going to bug me all night.
He follows me to the bedroom where I grab a nightgown, but he takes it out of my hand before it makes it to the bag.
“You won’t need that,” he says, throwing it on the bed and zipping the bag.
“Justin,” I admonish.
“Yes, dear?” he calls, already halfway to the front door.
I shake my head and follow, grabbing my coat on the way out.
“I took on a new client today. It was a referral from the Dubrees and requires surveillance. The request reminds me of Sebastian and Lily’s initial situation.”
“Really? How so?” We’re sitting in the restaurant, having just finished dinner, waiting for dessert to arrive.
“Well, this Jackson guy wants a girl followed who will have no idea we’re protecting her. The difference this time is that we know upfront she’s in danger. It makes us more diligent and requires greater focus than cases only requesting tracking.”
“I think I know who Jackson is, if it came from the Dubrees. But anyway, that’s good, right? Referrals are what business is made of.”
“Definitely. But the reason I’m telling you is because it brought back memories of the situation with Lily and how my actions impacted what happened.” He’s looking at me intently, like his next words are difficult to say.
“Oh.” This is it. He’s breaking up with me the night I was going to tell him I loved him. On Valentine’s Day, for Christ’s sake.
The waiter arrives with dessert, giving pause to the conversation. Thank God—it buys time to collect my thoughts and mentally prepare for the final blow.
We each take a bite before talking. Justin hums in approval, while mine is simply tasteless at this point. My stomach is doing somersaults in anticipation of the impending breakup.
Justin finally continues. “Anyway, my initial reaction was to do the job myself… maybe to redeem myself, if you will.”
“If you need time apart to focus on work, just tell me. It’s okay, Justin. I’m a big girl.” I’ll do my best to make it appear that way, anyway.
He shakes his head. “No. What I’m trying to say, and doing a piss-poor job of, is that the only person I need to redeem myself to is you. So, I assigned Sam.” He reaches for my hand across the table, holding it as he gazes at me. Meanwhile, my heart thunders in my chest. “I’ve discovered I like the color you add to my life, and I’ve decided I want more. I love you, Lucy.”
The breath I’d been holding rushes out, and I press a hand to my chest. “Oh my gosh, that is not what I was expecting.”
He looks surprised by my words. “Is that a good or bad thing?”
“Good. So good. Justin, I love you, too.”
His face lights up. “You have no idea how nice it is to hear those words from your lips.” He squeezes my hand.
“Same. It’s a relief to finally say it. I’ve wanted to for a while but was afraid to be the first. I’ve been trying to work up the courage. I was finally going to tell you tonight.”
“How about we take the rest of dessert home, and you can tell me again when we get there. And then again while we’re in bed. And again, as I fill you with my cock. Then you can tell me how much you love both of us.”
My core clenches as my head nods an enthusiastic yes.
Justin
“Thank you again for the flowers—they’re beautiful. I left them at the office so I can look at them all week. I’ll bring them home on Friday,” Lucy says as we walk in the door, and I take her coat.
“I’m glad. Speaking of home, what did you think of my suggestion earlier?” I raise my eyebrow, trying to downplay my anxiousness for her response. To ease the pressure, I head into the kitchen and open a bottle of wine from the fridge. After pouring two glasses, I hand one to Lucy, seated at the breakfast bar, still not answering the question.
“Well?” I ask, taking a sip.
“I’m assuming you’re referring to letting my lease go?”
I nod.
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” she asks shyly.
I nod again.
“Hmm,” is all she says before taking an excruciatingly slow sip of wine.
Remaining silent, I raise my eyebrows impatiently.
“Well… are you ready to accept my decision and let me tell my parents we’re together?”
“That depends. Are you ready to lose not only your trust fund but the relationship with your mom and dad?”
“That depends. Are you ready to let me?” Her petulant tone surfaces, along with a hint of defiance.
“Did you know I love you?” I ask, trying to soften the moment. Her giggle tells me it worked.
“Say it again.” She brings her hands to her mouth in excitement.
“I love you.”
“Again?” Fuck, she’s adorable with her cute little smile.
“Would you like me to show you how much I love you?” I ask seductively, ready to do just that.
She nods.
I set my wine down, take her hand, and gently pull her off the stool. Then I scoop her into my arms, bridal style, making her squeal.
“Justin, what are you doing?”
“I’m carrying you to our bed, my dear, so I can love you the way you deserve to be loved.”
“We haven’t decided that it’s our bed yet.”
I pause in the hallway before crossing the threshold to the room and look into Lucy’s eyes. “It became our bed six weeks ago on New Year’s, and it will remain that way, whether you decide to make this your home or not. Now, are you ready to see all the ways I can love you in our bed?”
“More than ready.”
“Me too, baby. Trust me.” I gently kiss her lips before moving across the room and laying her down, head resting on the pillows.
I brush the hair from her temple and bend down to rest my lips there, breathing in her scent. “Do you trust me enough to give up your control, so I can make your body sing?”
“What do you mean?”
“I want you spread out for me, tied up and blindfolded.” I move my lips to her ear and whisper. “Show your trust in me by surrendering your body, and I’ll make tonight the most pleasurable night of our lives. Think you can you do that?”
Her panting tells me she’s turned on by the idea, but I sense hesitation.
“Say yes, baby. Let me love you.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“That’s my girl. You won’t regret it, Lucy.” I rise and give directions before leaving. “Get naked for me while I go grab a few things. I’ll be back soon.” I start to walk away, but stop, deciding to throw something else out for fun. “Don’t think about touching my pussy while I’m gone. Got it?”
She nods in agreement, a little smirk on her face.
Stepping into the closet, I take a few deep breaths. My cock aches in anticipation of what’s coming. Fuck, this woman is everything to me. Sex between us is more than I ever thought possible, but this is going to take her pleasure to the next level, and I’m eager to see her reaction. She has no idea what she’s in for tonight.
Taking more time than necessary is intentional, dragging it out to build her anxiety—not to mention her desire. Slowly, I gather everything needed, wondering if she’s following my orders not to touch herself. Sure enough, as I leave the closet, I catch her hand right above her pussy, hesitating, dying to move those last couple inches.
“Lucy, were you about to touch yourself when I specifically told you not to?”
Her hand jerks back. “No.”
“Is your pussy begging for attention, my dear?” I ask as I walk to the bed, setting my supplies on the nightstand.
“Yes.”
“Hmm. Let me see if she’s weeping enough to get what she wants.” My hand reaches her beautiful pussy, and I slowly probe her entrance with my fingers, leisurely stroking in and out. She’s fucking drenched.
“Baby, she’s so wet for me. You’ll have to be patient, while I get you ready. Don’t worry, though, she’ll get the fucking she’s begging for soon enough. Until then—the more tears, the better.” I remove my fingers, slick with her juices.
“Please, Justin, I need more.” Her hips rock.
I chuckle. “Time to get you tied up, sweetheart. You’re not in control tonight, remember?”
“Who are you kidding? I’m never in control.”
“Oh, Lucy. If you only knew.”
Ten minutes later, she’s sufficiently secured. Each limb is strapped to a bedpost, spreading her out like a star across the mattress. I had her watch as I tied each one, allowing her to see exactly what I was doing so she’d feel comfortable the first time. The blindfold is all that’s left, but first, I step back and slowly undress, letting her take in the show. My cock is rock hard, and she’s squirming in the restraints, her eyes locked on it. She’s a beautiful sight to behold.
“Are you ready to let go, baby? Think you can handle the dark?”
“What if I can’t?”
“I won’t do anything I don’t think you can take. You’ll be okay, I promise. And you can tell me to stop anytime if it’s too much.”
“Then, yes, I’m ready.”
“Good girl.”
I place the sleeping mask over her eyes, then place a scarf over it, tying it around her head securely to ensure she can’t see.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
“WHAT? You can’t just leave me here. Where are you going?” There’s a note of panic in her voice.
“Shhh. It’s okay. You’re safe.” I kiss her lips and circle her gorgeous nipple with my finger, making her moan. She bucks her pelvis as much as she can with her legs stretched wide.
“I think next time, I’ll need a strap around the bed to secure your hips,” I say, amused.
“Justinnn,” she wines as I pull away.
Leaving her whimpering, I head to the kitchen and grab a bowl of ice and glass of wine. When I return to the bedroom, I pause, taking a moment to admire the beauty laid out before me. She’s stunning. Her body is a work of art. The fact that she’s mine and tied up at my mercy makes me want to say fuck it and sink my cock deep inside her where it belongs. But tonight is for her pleasure as much as mine. We’ll both be satisfied by the time I’m through with her.
Lucy
The sound of Justin’s footsteps gives away his return, but they stop halfway to the bed. I listen for more, hearing nothing. My core is throbbing, and I feel my wetness dripping onto the sheets beneath me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I’m getting impatient for what’s next.
“Justin, what are you doing?” I know he’s there.
“Admiring the view, my dear. Do you know how beautiful you are, all splayed out for me and at my mercy? I can see your pussy glistening with tears from here.”
“Stop staring and get over here, or I’ll be the one crying.”
“Fuck, baby, don’t tempt me. What I wouldn’t do to see you weep for my cock. You’re lucky I’m just as worked up, or I might have brought you there.”
He moves closer, pausing near the bed. The sound of glass being set on the nightstand is distinct. A few seconds later, his lips graze my nipple, causing me to gasp in surprise. But nothing compares to the hiss I release at the shock of cold when he opens his mouth.
I pull on my restraints as Justin’s mouth moves around my breast, letting the ice melt along the way. His hand fondles the other while he concentrates with the ice around my nipple, almost to the point of burning, before sucking it into his mouth and flicking my tight bud with his tongue. I cry out in ecstasy right before he releases it with a pop.
“How are you doing so far? You want more?”
“Yes. More, please,” I beg, making him chuckle.
There’s a brief silence before a cool liquid lands between my breasts, drops continuing steadily downward. When they reach my clit, I squeal. Fuck. I need him to touch me already. I’m desperate for release at this point.
I hear the glass being set on the table seconds before Justin’s tongue begins to lap up the liquid.
“Mmm. You taste so good, baby. Nothing like a little wine to make you even more delicious. I can’t wait to drink it from your pussy.”
Oh fuck. He’s killing me right now. I’m going to die of sexual frustration.
The sound of ice clinking catches my attention, and I figure he’ll give my other nipple the same treatment. Instead, my hips jolt from the ice being pressed between my legs, while his lips light me on fire. Oh, for all that’s holy.
“Oh my God, Justin. Ahh, please, please. I need it sooo bad.”
“Oh, don’t worry, baby, you’re going to get it.”
The ice travels further south, and when it reaches my entrance, he pushes it inside with his tongue, causing me to squirm. Then he licks slowly up to my clit and flicks it before he’s gone, leaving me a whimpering mess.
“All right, are you ready to have some fun?”
“Yes, because this isn’t,” I pout.
“Just for that, I’m not taking it easy on you. Open your mouth, Lucy.”
I hesitate, not sure what I’m in for.
“Now.” I slowly open. “Good girl. Wider. That’s it.”
The bed dips beside my head, first one side, then the other.
“Wider, baby,” he says from above.
I stretch to my max right before his cock slides into my mouth all the way to my throat, making me gag at the unexpected intrusion. My pussy clenches hard as he pulls out and does it again.
“That’s it, choke on me, baby. Need that slickness. Just like that. Fuck, your mouth was made for my cock.” Once his length is smeared with saliva, he continues rapidly thrusting in and out.
“Goddamn, I could fuck this mouth all night. You take it so good, Lucy.” My need grows as he carries on. Suddenly, he retracts so only the tip remains in my mouth.
“You ready for your turn? Keep sucking me, baby. I won’t go deep, so suck hard. Oh yeah, just like that. Fuck yeah, you got it.”
I can feel the puddle of liquid on the bed beneath me as my pussy aches to be touched, so when his mouth finally makes contact, I can’t stop the scream that escapes.
His hips pause for a moment. “I’m gonna come if you keep screaming around my cock like that, baby. Control yourself, or you’ll get a mouth full, just like I’m about to.”
With those final words, he strikes, sucking my clit while his tongue circles it. I refrain from screaming again but can’t hold back my moans. Then, when his fingers plunge into me, it’s impossible not to turn my head to the side for desperately needed air.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Justin! Yes!”
“I’m thirsty, baby. You gonna come for me? Let me drink my fill?”
I break, falling over the edge, gushing as he replaces his hand with his mouth, lapping up everything I’ve got. I shout my release, struggling against my bonds until he gives me a reprieve, and I’m able to catch my breath from one of the best orgasms of my life.
Justin
She shudders under me, and I’m so ready to shove my cock inside her that I can’t wait a second longer. While she’s still in a daze from her orgasm, I take the opportunity to position myself between her bound legs that are spread wide for me and without warning, thrust deep in one go.
She groans as her walls clench around me.
“Fuck, Lucy, your pussy is so tight like this. You feel like heaven.”
Seeing her tied up, at my mercy, is the hottest thing in the world. But having her trust, knowing I can do anything I want to her, is the biggest turn-on of all.
I relentlessly drive into her with every ounce of strength, hungry for her sounds.
“Do you love this cock, baby? Tell me. Tell me how much you love it.”
“I love your cock, Justin. You feel so good. Don’t stop, please.”
“I’ll go all night for you, but I’m slowing down for a minute.”
Needing Lucy to understand just how much this means to me, I remove her blindfold, and look into her eyes, hoping she sees the truth in mine. “I love you, Lucy. Fuck, do I love you.”
“Justin, I love you so much,” she pants out.
And then I devour her mouth, pouring all my love into the kiss, feeling hers in return. My hips move at a leisurely pace, steadily building both of our climaxes. The angle with her legs flat on the bed feels incredible. Hell, everything with Lucy is incredible.
Propping myself up, I reach down and circle her clit with my thumb. “You have another one for me, baby? I need to feel you squeeze my cock, so I can fill you up. Give me your pleasure, my love. Come for me.”
“Justin, yes. Oh, God. Yes, yes, fuck!” She explodes around me, pulling me over the edge with her.
“Fuck, Lucy. Your pussy feels so good. Yeah, baby. Fuck, fuck.” Our releases merge, and I collapse, pumping every last drop into her.
“Holy shit, Lucy. Every time I think it can’t possibly get any better, it does. Shit, woman, you’re it for me, you know that?” I slowly pull out, kissing her gently on the lips, and work quickly to undo each binding. The Velcro releases easily, thank God, because all I want to do is hold her.
I pull down the covers and slide in next to her. We’re both sated as I gather her in my arms, rubbing her shoulders to ease the tension after being stretched out for so long.
“You haven’t said anything yet. Did I fuck you speechless, baby?”
She looks up at me and smiles. “You did.”
“How do you feel about what we just did? You okay?” I ask, needing to be sure, even though she seemed to enjoy it.
“It was incredible. Everything was perfect, and I feel amazing. I agree with you—it does keep getting better.”
“Why do I hear a ‘but’ coming?”
She scoots back, prompting me to roll onto my side so we’re facing each other.
“Well, I’m hung up on your last comment. How can I be it for you if you won’t let me say the same?”
I sigh. “I suppose we should finish this conversation. You understand that choosing me means giving up your inheritance? And not only that, but your parents might never speak to you again. You’re willing to lose that relationship?”
“Justin, there’s a reason I moved thousands of miles away from them. My parents and I were never close. It’s their money, not mine. If I cared about it, I would have stayed in Florida instead of going my own way after college.”
“Are you sure, baby? Because I won’t give you up again. If you choose me, you’re mine for good, for better or worse.”
“I’m positive. I choose you. I don’t care if you clean toilets for a living… Well, okay, maybe I’d care a tiny bit, but what I mean is, we don’t need all the money in the world. I love you for who you are, not for what you have. Wait… you said for better or worse, you don’t mean marriage, right?” She pulls back in shock.
“I do have the ring,” I say, trying to rile her.
“Uhh…”
“I’m kidding. For now. But I’m not kidding about moving in together. What do you say?”
She smiles, her answer clear even before she speaks. “Well… I guess I’ll have to since I won’t be getting my big inheritance. I’ll need to start saving money, so it’s a good thing you asked,” she teases.
“Good thing.” I grin, grabbing her and tickling her sides.
“Justin!” she squeals, laughing uncontrollably.
I ease up, giving her a chance to catch her breath. “Would now be a good time to mention I’m almost as rich as your parents?”
“Wait. What?” Her mouth hangs open in shock.
“I mean I’m not completely sure what your family is worth, but I’m probably not too far behind.”
“How? And why are you just now telling me?”
“Because I didn’t want it to sway your decision, and I’m not one to flaunt it. It’s new money from a few years back. A buddy of mine talked me into investing in crypto early on, and it paid off—big time.”
She stares at me like I’m an alien or something.
“Say something,” I prompt.
“So, you’re telling me you’re footing the bill for our kids to go to the most expensive schools in the country then?”
I give her a wicked grin and tickle her again. “As long as you don’t insist on naming our daughter Victoria.”
She pushes me onto my back and climbs on top. “I think I could change your mind.”
“Of that, my dear, I have no doubt. Come here,” I demand, pulling her down for round two.