Epilogue

ALARIC

One year later

“ Give me a color, Princess.”

Birdie’s beautiful pale ass is now covered in red strike marks from the paddle in my hand. She’s writhing against the spanking bench, sweat covering her back in a thin sheen as she rests her forehead against the padded surface.

“Green,” she replies with exhaustion.

My eyes seek out the woman sitting in the chair by the wall. She’s watching the entire thing play out, biting her bottom lip as she toys with one of her own nipples, hardening it between the pads of her fingers.

“What do you think, my love? Does she need more punishment?” I ask.

Violet smiles. “Maybe just a couple more. Then she can get what she really wants.”

I shoot her a wink before rearing back with the paddle and smacking Birdie again, this time a little softer than last time. She squeals and screams all the same. Her flesh is probably so sore at this point anyway.

Technically, Birdie is being punished for disobeying me when she promised to be home from the bookstore by nine last night. She walked in that door with bags loaded on either arm at nine-fifteen. And she did it on purpose.

We’ve been setting these rules for the past few months. Birdie loves the predictability of obedience and boundaries, but more than that, she loves the thrill of rebelling against them. And then, of course, the punishment.

Which I happen to enjoy, too.

After three more smacks with the paddle, Violet stands from the chair. Fully naked, she waltzes over to where Birdie is strapped down to the bench. Gliding her finger through Birdie’s now shoulder-length hair, she grabs a handful and tugs softly to make her whimper.

“I think she’s learned her lesson,” she murmurs sweetly before leaning down and pressing her lips to the top of her head. “Well, almost.”

That makes my lips pull into a wicked grin. “What else do you think she needs?” I ask as I move toward Violet. Brushing her hair from her shoulder, I kiss her neck, trailing my lips up to her mouth.

“I think we should show her what she’s missing when she isn’t home on time.”

“Good idea,” I mutter against her cheek.

This is Violet’s favorite form of punishment for Birdie. Quickly, I unzip my pants and pull out my aching cock, giving it a few strokes before I step behind Violet. Shoving her forward, she rests her hands on the end of the spanking bench, bringing her face close to Birdie’s as I align my cock with her core.

Birdie bites her bottom lip and cries out as I thrust inside Violet.

“You guys don’t play fair,” she whines as both Violet and I moan in unison. Birdie struggles against her restraints, but it’s futile. She knows they won’t budge, and she likes it that way.

Roughly, I slam into Violet, hissing and groaning with each thrust. She’s pushing back against me as I fuck her, and the whole time I’m watching the way it affects Birdie. She hates being left out.

“Are you going to break curfew again, Princess?” I ask in a strict tone.

“No, I promise! I’ll be good.”

Beneath that expression of pain and jealousy is a mischievous grin because, deep down, I know she loves this.

When Birdie first came to live here, she was ravenous for anything and everything she could learn and experiment. Her stepmother kept her so sheltered, Birdie was learning how to live on her own without the walls of a prison.

Once we knew for sure she wasn’t pregnant, she started taking birth control. Some day she might want kids, but right now is about her . Living her life. Finding herself and what she really wants. I want Birdie to be Birdie’s only priority. And Violet agrees.

So we spend our days spoiling her, doting on her, giving her space when she needs it, and boundaries when she wants them.

I never saw myself as a romantic, relationship man, and yet here I am, in love with two women. Putting all of our focus on Birdie has brought Violet and me together more than I expected it to. Once we realized that she was our common ground, it made me love her that much more.

These two are my world, and I’d gladly burn everything to the ground to keep them safe.

I’ve already killed for them, and I would do it again without hesitation. There’s not a life on this earth I care about above theirs.

There are days I fear my line of work could put them in danger, but I’ve just had to adjust some of my practices to accommodate their places in my life. I don’t do anything that could land me any enemies. I don’t take jobs as recklessly as I did before, and I never let anyone in our world know what these two mean to me.

Clarissa hasn’t shown her face since that day we threw her out. She sent the money I demanded, not that any of us cared about it. And just to show her how much we didn’t care about her, we sent her a photo of us at our private wedding between the three of us. I am a man of my word.

“Alaric, sir, please,” Birdie whines again.

She knows my weakness. She calls me sir and I melt into a puddle for her.

“What do you want, Princess?” I ask, still fucking roughly into Violet’s warm, tight cunt.

“Fuck me, please, sir,” Birdie begs.

“Will you be good for me?”

“Yes, yes, I promise. Please.” She looks like she’s in more pain now than she was when I was walloping her ass with that paddle.

“Let me make your stepsister come, and then it will be your turn. Okay, Princess?” I shoot her a wink, and she smiles salaciously up at me.

As she tugs her lip between her teeth and watches with carnal interest as Violet erupts in a screaming orgasm, I remember the day I met Birdie and how innocent she was back then.

But maybe…she was never truly innocent. Maybe this sexy, shameless, proud version of her was lying dormant, waiting for that night at the auction and the next night at the play party to awaken her true desires. To give her a safe space to explore them and someone she could trust to give her room to do so. If that’s true, then maybe Violet and I did rescue her.

At the time, I remember thinking that it was our job to protect her innocence, but now I realize it was never that at all. In fact, it was the opposite. It was our job to shatter it.

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