Epilogue
“How does that feel, Mrs. Andrews?” Travis murmured in her ear. “Not too tight?”
“No, husband,” she replied as she tugged at her restraints.
Despite the fact that she was about to be punished, she was also extremely turned on.
Possibly because she loved it every time that he called her Mrs. Andrews.
And she knew he felt the same way when she called him husband.
Ten weeks had passed since her kidnapping. The nightmares had stopped becoming a nightly occurrence and she hadn’t had one in a week. She’d also stopped panicking at the thought of flying and had gone to Vegas to get married.
They’d finally gotten word that one of the bodies in the compound was Aadan Joseph. She had felt a bit weird learning that. He had been a terrible person . . . but for a while she’d also loved him. Or, been infatuated, anyway. What she felt for him wasn’t anything like what she felt for Travis.
That consumed her.
“Good girl,” he said. “Why are you being punished?”
“Because you’re mean?” she asked.
Slap!
His hand landed on her bare ass cheek. She was face down over the spanking bench at Whip It. It had taken this long for her poor body to recover from the injuries she’d sustained.
Tyler had had a mild concussion and a couple of cracked ribs as well. The two of them had grown even closer after their ordeal together and if Travis wasn’t around when she needed something, she knew she’d turn to Tyler.
Of course that could only happen if Travis actually left her alone. At the moment, she was even having to go into work with him because he was too paranoid to let her out of his sight.
Hopefully, he calmed down at some stage.
Maybe in a year’s time.
“Why are you being punished?” he repeated.
“Because I disobeyed you when you told me not to go close to the protestors. But that was sooo long ago. I really think I’m out of the statute of limitations on punishments.”
“There is no statute of limitation on punishments.”
“Well, there should be,” she grumbled.
“I’m afraid not,” he said with a mock-sigh. “You’re going to get your bottom spanked. And then I’m going to play with you with a vibrator before I fuck you hard and leave you wanting more.”
Oh, bloody hell.
She was so screwed.
“Maybe then you’ll remember to obey me.”
They were in a dark corner of the club and it was pretty quiet. But anyone that was nearby would have a good view of her bare ass sticking up in the air. kneeling on the padded slats that came out from it.
The first slap made her jump and cry out. Several smacks later and she was really regretting her choice to disobey him.
Caren didn’t know how many spanks landed but by the time he was finished, her bottom was throbbing and she was sobbing, tears dripping down her cheeks.
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
He quickly undid her bindings and pulled her up into his arms so she was cradled against his chest.
And then, speaking to her soothingly, he carried her upstairs. Of course on their way up the stairs everyone could likely see her bare, red ass, but she didn’t care.
She was in her happy place, despite the throbbing pain. She was drifting without thought and it was so . . . peaceful.
All of the anxiety and worry was gone.
Travis sat with her on his lap and rubbed her back, still murmuring to her quietly, words of praise and love.
Finally, she drew back and let him clean her face before looking around. They were in a private room with a large, four-poster bed in it.
“How are you doing, Goldie?” he asked.
“My butt hurts.” She pouted.
“Good. It’s meant to. Ready for phase two?”
“What happens if I say no?”
“We’ll wait a bit longer,” he replied.
“How long?” she asked, wondering if she could put this off until she was old and gray.
“I don’t know . . . ten minutes.”
She sighed. Might as well get it over with. “I’m ready.”
Travis gazed down at his girl.
God, she was gorgeous.
And his. All his.
He couldn’t believe that she was his wife. That she’d married him. Not that he’d given her a choice.
He was no idiot.
She lay on her back on the bed with her ass at the edge. Her legs were spread and in the air with her forearms tied to her thighs with rope. Gorgeous.
“Does anything hurt?” he asked, still feeling worried about her ribs.
“No, husband,” she replied. “Everything is wonderful.”
Fuck.
He was hard as rock. Fuck, he loved when she called him her husband. Moving to the cupboard, he grabbed a vibrator. Time to have some fun with the love of his life.
God, she hated him.
She hated him with a vengeance. She was going to kill him, murder him, she didn’t know how or when.
But it was happening.
“I need to come!” she demanded.
“Are you going to disobey me again?” he asked.
“No, no, I promise!”
“Hmm, not sure I believe you.”
“I won’t. I promise. Please. Please. Please.” Relief flooded her and she sobbed as he removed the vibrator from her clit. And then his dick was at her entrance, pushing inside her.
Her cries continued to fill the room as he fucked her. At first with shallow, gentle thrusts. Then harder. Deeper.
God. She needed to come. So badly.
Shivers ran through her as he plunged faster, went deeper. She was so wet. She needed more. She needed him to send her flying.
But she knew she wasn’t going to get to come because she was still being punished.
“I promise, I won’t. I promise!”
“Good girl,” he said as he groaned, driving deep as he came.
Lord, she loved when she could give him pleasure. It was the only time he seemed completely unguarded.
Relaxed.
He drew out of her and cleaned them both up, undoing her ropes and massaging her limbs.
Then he wrapped her in a blanket and after dressing himself he carried her out of the club and got her safely home.
Where, because he was such an amazing husband, he made her come over and over.
She’d loved him forever, but she’d never thought she was good enough for him.
But now she knew that she was exactly what he needed and wanted. And loved.