Epilogue
Sebastian
6 months later
“Are you sure you want to do this, Sweetheart?” I ask, unable to quench the worry that’s been buzzing in my chest ever since Aliena came to me with her idea.
She huffs, her exasperation with me showing not for the first time in the last thirty minutes. “I am sure, Sebastian. Now, will you please finish tying me up? I’m getting cold because in case you haven’t noticed, I’m naked here.” Her fingers wriggle in her restraints and I know if her hands weren’t already tied, she’d motion towards her body spread out on our bed, not a stitch of clothing on her.
Letting my eyes trail over the sight she beholds is nearly enough to shut my mind off and let my instincts take over. My instincts which are very insistently screaming at me to get her nice and wet so I can sink back into her perfect pussy her.
But this is about so much more than just sex, so I keep my wits about myself.
This is her way of showing me that she trusts me and my chance to heal the damage I did the first time around. My chance to prove that she can count on me once and for all .
My chance to show her how good bondage can be so we might share that common ground in the bedroom. We have a lot of fun together as it is, but maybe if I do this right, we’ll have even more things to try out in the future.
But I recognize this is a delicate matter because as much as it pains me to admit, I caused Aliena some trauma with the way I left her tied up. The more I get to know her and everything about her past, the more that’s becoming clear.
It’s bad enough that I still sometimes dream about her chafed wrists, the red marks something I never want to see on her precious skin again.
So despite her insistence that she’s all in, I want to be cautious. It’s possible that she’s completely fine with being tied up one second but gets triggered somehow the next.
It’s why I made sure she saw it when I left my phone downstairs after her proposal. Similarly to how I told her she was allowed to turn off her phone, I decided mine and all the possible distractions it could bring need to stay away this time when we do this.
Silently, obediently, I bind her hands to the headboard of our bed. Once I’m done, I tug on the silk. “Is this okay?”
She moves her arms a little, then repositions her hands so her fingers are wrapped around the bars for stability. She meets my inquisitory gaze with hooded eyes, her lips tilting up. “Feels like I can hold on perfectly when you finally fuck me like this.”
I bite my tongue to keep it from saying something unhinged in return.
I haven’t even decided on what I should do with her now that I have her wrists tied up. Do I edge her like I did the last time? Or something tamer, like some good old head to ease her back into this scene ?
“What do you want me to do, Sweetheart?” I decide to ask. She’ll know what she’s in the mood for most surely, after all.
Her smile turns wicked as she gazes up at me. “Do I have to choose? It’s unfair to ask of me when you eat me out with the dedication of a starving man, you touch me as if I were a holy artifact, and you fuck me like you love me,” she muses, feigning a pout.
Her words spear me through the chest, filling me up with warmth. I lean down to kiss her, suddenly needy to feel just any part of her. “I do love you, Sweetheart. And you’re worth more to me than any object could ever be, holy or otherwise.” I brush my nose against hers and then lean back on my heels, admiring her once more.
“It would be a new experience to fuck you without having you claw at my back. Although I do relish in carrying your marks,” I trail off, mulling my choice over.
When her eyes light up like a Christmas tree, my determination grows. She doesn’t want to choose? Very fine by me. This is all about her, after all.
My hands encircle her ankles wordlessly, and I revel in her sharp intake of breath. I spread her legs, slowly so she has time to feel my gaze on every inch of her. It doesn’t matter how many hours I spend looking at her, the sight of her will always be addictive.
And it seems no matter how many hours I spend looking at her, she always gets turned on by it.
“Seb,” she breathes when her legs are as wide as they can comfortably go, her pussy bared to me where I’m sitting between her legs.
My voice is rough when I reply, “Can you manage to keep your legs like this, or do you want me to tie them to the bed posts as well? ”
“Do it. I can never stay still when you touch me.” Damn right she can’t. I take more ties from the box only to hesitate a second.
“Are you still cold?” I ask. I don’t want to hurry while I make sure the knots are comfortable, and I can’t have her freezing in the meantime.
“I’m burning, actually. Just keep talking to me and I’ll be perfect,” she assures. I grin to myself and start wrapping her first calve up in a net of knots.
I keep her entertained, telling her all the things I plan on doing to her while I tie her legs in place, casually slipping in the question whether she’s okay and comfortable when I have an opening. Glad when she confirms.
The sight of her once I’m done, so thoroughly at my mercy and trusting me to make her feel good is enough to wreck my body with tremors.
“There we go, baby. Now, I can finally take care of your needy little pussy. I can see her weeping for me, already dripping onto our sheets when I haven’t even touched you. My poor thing,” I taunt, leaning over to kiss her.
She arches her neck to meet my lips halfway, clearly as eager as me to start this. My hands move over her body, touching every inch I can reach while kissing her with the kind of reverence I’ve only ever dedicated to her.
I spend extra time on the parts I know make her the weakest. Her sensitive breasts, a little squeeze around her throat, a firm grip on the meat on her hips.
By the time my right hand makes it to the apex of her thighs, she’s barely kissing me back, damn near panting against my lips. I don’t mind it, happy to put all my focus on the task of touching her .
I push two fingers inside her without any warning, meeting no resistance with how wet she is. Aliena’s back arches off the bed when I curl them against her g-spot, and my next kiss lands on her jaw.
I trail more down her body until my face meets my fingers on her pussy, my lips closing around her swollen clit. I keep my eyes on her as I eat her out with exactly the kind of determination she deserves, savoring every lick and nibble at least as much as she does. She’s got the most addictive taste no matter where I kiss her. I can never get enough of it.
My fingers stay buried deep inside of her tight heat while my mouth works on her clit until she comes apart underneath me, writhing against her confines.
My attention sharpens on her every reaction, her every move right down to the way she breathes. I don’t stop eating her out as long as her orgasm is still rushing through her, not even when my worries arise again about her crashing because I ruined bondage for her the last time.
But she doesn’t. She merely slumps against the mattress after a few more seconds, her breaths deep and her features relaxed.
I move up her body to get a closer look, dropping an occasional kiss in passing because it’s like her very skin calls out to me with its siren song.
By the time my lips meet hers, the hunger has returned to her gaze, her blissed out state only lasting a second. Insatiable as she is. She wasn’t lying about wanting everything tonight.
I place a thick pillow underneath her hips, preparing to hit her at a better angle as I check in one more time. “You’re doing so fucking amazing, Sweetheart. You can’t imagine how stunning you are, tied up and flushed from your orgasm.” I press another kiss to her lips. “Do you want me to fuck you now? Or should I make it a three-course meal? You know I’m perfectly happy with either.”
I pull back just enough to see her smile. “Fuck me, Sebastian. I want you to wreck me to pieces and then put me back together. I know you’ll take care of me.”
Her reassurance settles some deep-rooted anxiety I wasn’t aware was there, proving she knows me better than I do myself. My heart pounds almost painfully, as if unable to handle the love and adoration constantly growing when it comes to Aliena.
“Always, baby. I’ll be so good to you,” I promise as I bring my dick to her entrance. The first touch of my sensitive tip against her soaked folds nearly undoes me, but I bite back my groan and kiss her instead.
My teeth dig into her lips with every inch I slide into her, further and further until I’m bottomed out. She sighs against me, trying to clench her legs in vain.
I move deep and hard, eventually sitting up on my heels to deliver her exactly the kind of rough fucking she asked of me. My hands grip her hips, short nails digging into her smooth skin while her pussy sucks me so deep I’m already losing my mind.
The longer I fuck her, the more she tries to squirm. Her legs have just enough room for her to brace her feet against the mattress, but she can’t move them otherwise, and her arms are entirely immobile.
Still, her muscles flex, telling me if she wasn’t tied up, her hands would be all over me right now. Scratching at my hands and arms, anything she could reach in this position.
I grip her more tightly, keeping her in place as my pace turns unforgiving. Her moans pitch higher the way they always do when she’s walking the tightrope between pain and pleasure, my length hitting the back of her. Incomprehensible gibberish falls from her swollen lips.
“I know, baby. I got you. You can let go,” I tell her, one hand moving to rub her clit in tight circles. She cries out, her back arching and her body tensing as she comes around me.
I grit my teeth, willing to hold on for a few more thrusts to drag out her orgasm. It’s just when her spasms come to an end that I allow myself to follow her over the edge, her name on my lips and my hips flush with hers.
I brace my arms on either side of her face and just barely keep myself from crushing her as I catch my breath. My lips are on her cheek, lazily kissing her so she doesn’t forget I’m right here. That I’m with her and I’ll take care of her the second I can feel my legs again.
She nuzzles against the faint touch, giving me the reassurance I need as I bridge over the few seconds. “That was amazing, Sweetheart. You’re so perfect. How are you feeling?” I ask, finally setting out to gently untie her.
She barely moves, keeping her eyes closed and her lips lightly pressed into a content smile. Her reply is barely more than a little mewl, but I take it as her way of saying she’s fine.
Once the silk is a bundle on my bedside table, I help her move her arms down and place them at her side. She doesn’t wince, doesn’t show any sign of discomfort. I release a small puff of air.
When I move to do the same for her legs, I make sure that some part of me is always touching her. I don’t want her to be afraid that I’m gone for a single second.
It’s when she’s completely free and I look at her face that I realize she’s fallen asleep. My chest grows fuzzy and warm. She wasn’t tense or afraid I’d let her down again. She really does trust me, even in her most vulnerable state.
I cradle her to my chest for a second, kissing the side of her face. She stirs and makes a sound of approval as her hands come around my waist to hug me back.
“Sorry to wake you, baby, but it’s time for your aftercare.” I scoop her up and get to my feet, ignoring her protests that she’s too heavy for me. As if.
I carry her to the bathroom and set her down on the toilet. She doesn’t screech in outrage the way she did the first time I ever carried her to the bathroom. She simply takes a seat as her cheeks stain pink.
“I’ll just get everything ready real quick,” I tell her as I start the water for her bath. Then, to give her some privacy and because I want the bed to be clean and ready for her once she’s done with her bath, I go back into our room and strip the bed of the sticky bedding.
I replace it with a clean set and return to the bathroom in time when Aly flushes the toilet. I’m at her side in a second, offering a glass of fresh water as I brush a strand of her golden hair from her sticky face.
“Thank you,” she says, accepting the drink. She lets me wash and fuss over her without protest, soaking in the bath filled with new scented oils and bubbles until the water grows cool.
I help her out, wrapping her up in a fluffy towel before I quickly dry myself. She almost sways on her feet, so drowsy and relaxed. It really is time for bed now.
We get back inside our bedroom, where I lay her down in the middle of the bed before joining her and dragging the blanket up to our chins. Aliena’s quick to curl up against me, one hand on my chest where she caresses me gently with two fingers.
She glances up through drooping eyelids, but her words are clear when she says, “You can let go of what happened that night now, okay? It can’t hold you back and drag you down anymore.”
I startle a little, not having expected her to say something so serious especially concerning me when she’s on the verge of falling asleep, but I still soak the words up.
“Okay, baby,” I agree, kissing her forehead. It’s her final undoing, making her melt against me. The next second, her breathing evens out against my chest and she’s fast asleep in my arms .