Extended Epilogue #2
Her form is nearly perfect. All those months of training together have paid off.
Each strike is controlled, powerful, purposeful.
She’s not just hitting the bag. She’s working through something.
I can always see the difference. I’m sure being here today, seeing all the residents, has stirred up so many feelings.
I lean against the wall and watch her for a few moments.
My mind going from how proud I am of her, to all the dirty things I’d love to do to her right now.
Those leggings hug her curves in all the right places, and that ass is good enough to bite.
And hell, those full tits… I can never get enough of her body.
“You planning to stand there all night?” she asks without turning around, not missing a beat.
“How did you know I was over here?”
She throws one final combination before stepping back, breathing hard. “I can always sense when you’re near me.”
She pulls off the gloves and unwraps her hands before turning to face me. Her blue eyes are blazing, even in the dim lighting. They’re full of confidence and power and fuck it turns me on.
“How long have you been here?” I ask, pushing off the wall and moving closer.
“About an hour.” She lets the hand wraps fall to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine. “I needed to work off some restless energy.”
“What kind of energy?” I ask, my eyes straying to her ribcage rising and falling rapidly.
I reach her and push the stray pieces of hair off her face. Even with a sheen of sweat covering her, she smells incredible, and being this close, feeling the heat radiating off her skin, I want nothing more than to show her what she does to me.
“The kind that builds up when you look like that in your fancy shirt, running your important meetings.” She traces her fingers down my shirt buttons. “The kind that makes me think about all the things I want to do to you.”
“Bailey,” I warn, my voice turning rougher than normal.
“Yes?” She works her hand lower until she’s grazing the outline of my now fully erect cock.
“You know I can’t resist you.”
“And you don’t have to,” she whispers while her small palm cups with just enough pressure to make me groan. “Do you know what I was thinking about all afternoon?”
“Tell me.”
Her hand moves to my belt, slowly releasing the buckle as she bites on her lower lip.
“How you looked so hot today, showing off everything you built.” She pulls the leather free and looks up at me through her lashes.
“And how much I wanted to drag you somewhere private and show you exactly how proud of you I am.”
“Let me lock the door. When I get back here I don’t want a scrap of clothing on you.” It’s a struggle to step away from her, especially as I watch her slide those tight leggings down her body. My mouth waters for a taste of her. “And the bra, Firefly. Especially the bra.”
A rasped laugh escapes her lips, but she does exactly as I say. The lock clicks beneath my fingers and I up my pace to get back to her side, shedding my clothes as I go.
“Guess what?” I reach for her, wrapping my hands in her wild hair.
“I have no idea,” she says, already reaching to stroke my length. I swallow a groan, tilting my head back and using every bit of restraint to not buck into her soft fist.
“This gym—Fuck, love, that feels incredible.”
She stands on her tiptoes to kiss up my neck and suck an earlobe between her teeth, circling my cock head with her delicate fingers. “What about this gym?”
“Christ, baby… I’m gonna come if you keep that up.” She loosens her grip, pumping my shaft all the way to the base, and I lose all restraint.
In the matter of a second, I pick her up, cradling her perfect ass, and back her into the heavy weight bag. Our lips crash into each other, desperate and hungry. She wraps her strong thighs around my torso, her fingers around my neck pulling me closer and deeper into the kiss.
I can’t believe I get to do this. Every single time it’s still a miracle.
I slip my tongue against hers and she does the same and fucking hell, she tastes so good. I can’t help but deepen the kiss, delving my tongue against hers, claiming her gasping breath, claiming every small moan.
“I fucking love the way you taste,” I say, pulling away to look at her.
Her eyes are glazed and lips are swollen and perfect.
I kiss along her jaw and down the slope of her neck, moving us to the nearest machine.
I’m so damn hard now, my cock might burst. “Bailey,” I breathe, putting her down on the weight bench.
“Spread those perfect thighs for me. Let me taste all of you.”
“Oh God…” She slides back, lying halfway with her elbows propping her up. I’m on my knees before she even gets situated, parting her legs and groaning as I dip my head against her pussy.
I don’t move, not yet. I love to hear her soft pleas, those desperate little moans, begging to come.
When I’ve had my fill, I slide my finger between her lips, spreading her open, and press my tongue against her clit.
This is where I belong. On my knees for her. Giving her every ounce of pleasure she deserves. Fucking hell, I could spends hours here… Days. There’s nothing I love more.
“You’re so wet for me. So ready.”
“Yes,” she says. “I’ve wanted you all day.”
“And you’ve got me, love. Now, don’t hold back. Let me hear you scream my name.”
I delve my tongue into her tight little hole before licking her with long, slow strokes. Her head drops back as she slides her body forward on the bench, closer to me. I grab her legs and rest them on my shoulders and feast.
I want to draw this out but at the same time, I’m desperate to sink inside her. So I up my pace, letting her grind against my tongue, chasing her climax. I’m covered in her cum, while she uses my face in the most perfect way.
“Oh God… Leon. Don’t stop… I’m so close.”
I flick my tongue in rhythm and as I feel her clit start to twitch, I sink two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out.
Her legs tense, moans of pleasure leave her lips, and within seconds she’s calling my name, her body writhing against the slick material on the bench.
Feeling her come around my lips and fingers is fucking heavenly.
I keep going, drawing every last drop out of her until she’s pushing back.
“Too sensitive,” she says, panting.
I sit up fully and capture her lips again, letting her taste how sweet she is. “I need to be inside you, love. Come here.”
Slowly, she sits up, and I see a devious little smirk in her eyes. I don’t know what she has in mind, but as she gets on her hands and knees on the weight bench my eyes light up. “Fuck me here,” she says. “Like this. I want it hard.”
“Holy fucking Christ, Bailey… that mouth.” I slide my hands over her body, grabbing her ass, spreading her wide until I have the perfect view of her dripping pussy. “Lift up a bit for me. Yeah, just like that.”
I support her body with one hand, keeping her in the position I need, while I stroke my cock once, getting it nice and wet. The sight of her like this, needy and wet for me, ass in the air… I’m the luckiest man alive.
I bite down on my lip ring, and slowly line my cock up with her entrance. “Hard,” she reminds me, already hissing at the way I stretch her.
“You want me to stuff you with my fat cock, baby? Fuck your tight cunt raw?”
“Yes—”
Her voice gets cut off the moment I thrust inside. I watch her cunt swallow each of my piercings, squeezing me so good.
“You take me so well,” I grit out, pumping deeper, picking up the pace. “You like getting fucked on this weight bench?”
She moans in response.
The sound of our skin slapping, of our strangled groans, of her body scrambling for purchase on the wet material, echoes through the space.
I know I won’t last long. Not here. Not like this. She’s too good. I’m too gone for her.
I squeeze her ass cheek, loving her soft skin between my fingers. She pushes back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Oh fuck… Leon!”
I keep going. Pulling all the way out, before pushing back in again, letting her feel my piercings glide against her walls.
“Spank me,” she cries. I almost lose my balance from shock, but fuck, I’ll never deny her.
I loosen my grip and smooth my palm over her skin, before giving her a good spanking. A beautiful red mark blooms along her pale skin.
By the way her pussy grips me, and how loud she moans, I know she loves it, but I ask anyway.
“Yes,” she says. “Again.”
I pull out, watching her lift her hips in anticipation, and bring my palm down on her ass as I slide back inside.
“Jesus Christ, you’re sexy,” I say, nearly coming right then and there. “Come here, I want to see your face.”
I lift her from the bench and lie back, positioning her on top. As she slowly sinks down, and I get to see her beautiful expression, I already know I’m right there.
“You’re so big,” she cries as she grabs my chest and rolls her hips.
I reach between us and circle her clit. “Give me one more.”
Within seconds, we’re coming together, shaking and breathing hard.
We stay like that until my back starts to ache, both of us catching our breath. After a while, I lift her into my arms. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
Grabbing our discarded clothes, I walk us into the attached bathroom, using paper towels to clean her up a bit.
“Better?” I ask, helping her get dressed.
She nods slowly. “Much better.”
I pull on my own clothes, then cup her face in my hands. “You okay being here? Really okay?”
“Perfect,” she says, as she leans into my touch. “I was nervous but now… I feel... free. Does that make sense?”
“Completely.” I kiss her forehead. “You reclaimed this place. Made it yours. We both did.”
She heads back out to the gym, taking a deep breath and glancing around. “I never thought I could feel safe here again. But with you...”
“With me, what?”
“With you, I feel like I can handle anything.”
I pull her close, holding her tight until we’re interrupted by my stomach growling loud enough to startle us. “Ready for dinner? I think we worked up an appetite in here.”
“I’m starving,” she says.
We walk out together into the cool evening air. The main house glows warmly in behind us with soft light spilling from the dorm room windows.
“So I know you said fancy dinner tonight but,” she gestures at our wrinkled, sweaty bodies, “it might have to be a fish and chips at the pub kind of night.”
I laugh, realizing how we must look. “That actually sounds incredible.”
“I expect the best fish and chips in England,” she says as we reach the car. “I’m still making a list for Jasper for the next time he’s here.”
“I’ll find you the best of everything, I promise.”
She smiles, settling back in her seat. “I think I want to come back tomorrow. Maybe sit in on one of those self-defense classes. Even if I’ll never be able to look at a weight bench the same way again.”
I suck air through my teeth. “I have to agree with you on that.”
“I love you,” she says, making me melt. “Thank you for today.”
“I love you too. Always.”
As we drive through the countryside toward the village, I can’t help but think about how far we’ve both come.
Alfred has been erased from my life, stripped from every part of the estate.
A place that once represented only darkness is now a beacon of hope.
Bailey, who once felt powerless, is now thinking about all the ways she can share her strength with others.
And me and the guys… our job is far from over.
We’ve built the kind of family that doesn’t just survive together, we make sure others can survive too. And that is the most beautiful thing of all.