Epilogue
RACHEL
“Sasha, what are you doing?” I ask. “We’re going to be late. We’re supposed to meet with this builder across town at his office in half an hour. I want to make sure we have plenty of time to drive to Boston after, so we can be at the airport when my mom and Ken’s plane lands.”
“There’s plenty of time.”
He’s right, but I’m excited. “Still,” I say. “Let’s get moving.”
He shakes his head. “Come here,” he says, standing in front of the flat screen on the wall in his studio apartment.
“I want you to sign off on the plans for the house, so they can start work,” I say. I’m ready to move out of the little apartment.
“I did. They started ordering materials,” he says.
I stare at him. “Why did you do that alone? I wanted to be involved.”
“You’re involved.”
“How am I involved if you went without me?”
“You’re involved because I told the builder he doesn’t need to talk to me anymore. I’m the money, but you’re the client. He does whatever you want. If you’re not happy, he doesn’t get paid.”
His gaze returns to the football game, and he shakes his head.
“What did he say?” I ask, surprised. The builder was our top choice and came highly recommended, but at our first meeting he hadn’t paid attention to me when Sasha was in the room.
“What’s he gonna say to me?” Sasha says absently. “What the hell kind of throw is that?” he asks the television.
“So I’m in charge? Of a construction crew?” I ask.
He flicks the television off and turns to look at me. He lifts my hand to examine the diamond ring. He rubs his thumb over it, then drops his hand to my small belly bump.
“It’s your house.”
“It’s your house too. You’re paying for it. You’re going to live in it,” I say.
“I’d live in a box under a bridge if that’s where you decided to live.”
I laugh softly. “You would not.” I unzip his jeans, freeing his cock as I lower myself to my knees. “But that’s a sweet thing to say. And telling the builder to listen to me was very sweet too.”
“Stand up. I want mine too,” he says. He picks me up, reaching under my dress and pulling my panties off. He drops them on the floor and takes me to bed.
He sits on the edge and drapes me over his muscular thighs, flipping my skirt up.
“Hey!” I say, reaching a hand back to cover my ass.
“Get that out of my way,” he says.
“Why?”
He pins my arm in the middle of my back. “Gotta do some things before they’re off limits.”
His big hand lands heavily on my ass. I squeak and squirm. My flesh is already more sensitive than it used to be.
“Sasha,” I plead.
He goes on spanking me until I’m gasping and flushed with heat. He squeezes my flaming globes then pushes a pair of fingers into my soaked pussy.
“Mmm. Gotta spank your ass to get all the honey I can eat.” He swings my lower body around as he lies back.
I’m still panting with stinging eyes when his tongue plunges into me and the stubble of his beard rubs against my clit.
I groan. Sasha has my number. He doesn’t ask me what I want him to do. He does the things that make my pussy the wettest for him.
“What are you waiting for, Raven? Suck my dick. Get it ready to fuck you.”
“I will,” I say, dragging my fingernails over his thighs hard enough to leave marks.
He slaps my punished ass again.
“Ow!”
He reaches down, fisting his cock and bringing it to my mouth. I lick the shiny purple head and then suck it into my mouth. My tongue swirls over him, licking the pre-cum from the slit.
“Mmm. Good girl,” he growls. Then he goes back to sucking on my clit. His mouth is rough and demanding.
Very soon I’m writhing and gently kicking my legs against his big shoulders.
He flips me off him, his cock popping free of my mouth. He crawls over me, taking warming lube from the nightstand.
“Sasha,” I say, shaking my head. I actually like when he fucks me in the ass with his monster of a cock, but it takes a long time to work up to it and I’m impatient.
“Pull your legs up,” he says, slicking lube over his thick erection.
“I don’t want to wait.”
“Me either,” he says, rubbing the jelly into my ring and sliding several fingers into me at once.
I let out a small shriek of surprise, but the burning pain fades quickly. Raw hunger consumes me. When he decides he wants me a certain way, he has me that way. It’s not a negotiation.
He pushes my legs up, opening me. Liquid heat drips down from my pussy to my nervous asshole.
He puts the head of his cock at my rosy little entrance and pushes in slowly.
I throw my head back, panting. The flush starts in my face and spreads to my chest as I strain to take him this way.
“See?” his low voice asks as he drives slowly deeper, stretching me in the most filthy way.
I grip the sheets, whimpering.
“I’m not ready,” I say.
He looms over me like a beast. His head drops and he chews on my nipples. I thrash my head back and forth at the exquisite torture.
He draws his hips back and then thrusts slowly deeper.
“Please,” I wail.
He lowers his body till the heat radiates against my skin. “Please what?” he husks. “Stop? Or fuck your pretty asshole like it belongs to me? Since it does.”
He pulls back and thrusts again. It hurts, but also feels good. There is a gnawing hunger that continues to build.
“Rub yourself and curl some fingers inside that pussy. Feel how soaked you are to have my cock drilling your ass.”
I bite out the word no, but my fingers are already slipping down to obey orders.
He kisses me, sucking on my tongue before he pushes his into my waiting mouth. All the while he’s slowly laying claim to me in the dirtiest, most forbidden way.
I pull my mouth from his, panting. “If you’re going to use me like a whore, why don’t you turn me over?”
He pulls out and flips me onto my belly. His hand burrows under me, knocking mine out of the way. His palm presses against my clit while his big fingers push into my pussy, filling me there. Then his cock reenters my bottom.
The stretch is uncomfortable, but also so achingly right. I whimper and squirm, but it does no good.
“Now you’re trapped,” he growls. “Just like a caged bird, like you were meant to be. My little Raven, you were always waiting for me to own you the way I’m going to right now.” He pounds into me, making me ache and scream.
The pressure on my clit connects with the hard reaming of my ass. Breathless with need, I turn my head and bite his forearm.
“Fuck,” he says, driving harder, making the bed bounce and crushing me into the soft mattress.
Whimpering and fisting the sheets, I writhe under him. A desperate longing twists in my belly. I’m pinned and frantic, with my bottom helplessly skewered by his cock, his body heavy on mine, trapping me.
An intensely painful pleasure grips me. Just as when he spanks me, I lose control, my body no longer my own.
He pauses, squeezes more lubricant onto himself and between my spread cheeks.
“Please!” I rasp.
He lowers his head, sucking on my shoulder as he presses his hips forward and then draws back.
I tear at the sheets and try to escape.
He holds me in place, driving deeper. “Where do you think you’re going? Should I strap you down, little girl? And lock a collar around your neck, so you remember how to be a good little slave?”
I shriek as I come, racked with a powerful orgasm that rattles my bones.
“Mmm. Good girl.” He resumes a punishing rhythm, sodomizing me soundly, possessing me in ways I never thought possible.
He groans and curses, fucking me until he fills me with cum.
I cry softly into the sheets, loving the wild and hard release I get when he says dirty dominant things while he uses me.
He rolls onto his back, breathing hard. His skin is damp with sweat and glistening in the sunlight.
“Fuck,” he says, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass.
“A house isn’t enough,” I say, sniffling. “You have to buy me a swimming pool too.”
“Yeah,” he says.
“And a boat,” I say after a beat. “A yacht maybe.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m serious,” I say, though I’m not.
“Me too. Pick one out.”
I laugh softly.
He smiles, then he turns his head, the smile fading. “Buy every fucking thing you want. Bleed my accounts dry, Raven. Seriously.” He kisses my mouth. “Everything I want in the world is in this bed. You’re mine. My baby’s inside your body. That’s it for me.”
I slide a hand down, giving his forearm a squeeze where there is still a bite mark from my teeth. Then I lace my fingers between his bigger ones, so I’m holding his hand.
“Everything that matters to me is in this bed, too. We’re the same,” I whisper. “Two deep dark souls who were trying to find each other. Then we did.”