Epilogue
ZAHRA
"Ican't believe we already have to head back," I groan, looking at the calendar. It’s our final day of the honeymoon, which Declan insisted we take.
I initially reassured him I didn't need it, largely because I was afraid of leaving this new era unmonitored back home.
But now I was the one whining about our incredible trip coming to an end.
Declan had given me the grand tour of Ireland, castles, hikes, and small towns that looked like they belonged in a snow globe.
The best part was how normal I felt on the whole trip.
While our security team was present, they'd done an excellent job keeping themselves hidden and out of sight. Our escape from reality was much needed and I couldn’t help but be bummed that things were coming to an end.
"Are you sure you don't want to do any more sightseeing today? We have time to squeeze something in," Declan checks.
"I'm sure. As much as I loved how much we've done these past few days, I need a day to just rot by the pool.
" The villa Declan brought us to not only has an incredible view of the coast but also a lovely heated pool I’ve been dying to take advantage of.
"Care to join me?" I toss my cover-up to the side, revealing my bikini that shows way more skin than it covers.
Declan's jaw falls open and I give him a little spin. He looks ready to pounce on me when his phone rings. He shoves it aside, but I shake my head, excited about getting to tease him.
"Arman is calling. You should definitely get that. I'll be waiting for you by the pool." I wink, hearing him grumble, and pick up the phone as I head outside.
Another plus of this villa? It’s incredibly secluded.
I'd never felt comfortable enough to be naked at home, but out here I know no one will see me.
I slide off my swimsuit and lay down on the pool chair.
The warm sun feels incredible on my body.
I lose track of how long I lay there, falling in and out of sleep until the sun goes away, causing my nipples to peak at the change in temperature.
My eyes open and I realize it isn't the clouds that had covered the sun, it’s Declan. "How long have you been laying here naked, Zahra?" Declan growls, crawling on top of my body and immediately toying with my hard nipple.
"Since you've been on the phone. What took you so long?" I moan, arching my back into his touch as he takes my breast into his hand and squeezes it gently.
"Azula and Aidan got in a fight again. He wanted to let me know how I should handle it, and you know, he's terrified of her, so any solution that involved confronting Azula was a no-go for him. I should have just let the damn call go to voicemail or better yet tossed my phone in the fucking pool."
"That sounds like a waste—oh yes, Declan, please." I grip his shoulders hard as he uses his thumb to toy with my clit.
"Does that feel good, love?" He slides two fingers inside me, drawing a loud moan in response from my lips. "Fuck we should move this inside, someone might see."
Despite his words, Declan continues to work his fingers inside me at a torturous pace. He angles his fingers so they rub against my G-spot with each stroke, all while he gives my clit the perfect amount of pressure and attention it needs.
"No one else lives out here," I remind him, wrapping my hand around his wrist. "Now fuck me like you mean it," I beg, tired of his slow, methodical pace.
"We don't have any neighbors, but the security we hired may hear us.
" Declan speeds up his pace. The warning should encourage me to stop, but instead, more wetness pools down my thighs at the thought of someone watching us come together.
"Jesus, Zahra, you're soaking my hand even more now.
Is that what you're into, love? Having someone watch us while I turn you into a sobbing mess filled with my cum? " Declan asks, sounding proud of me.
The more time we're together, the more I feel confident in my sexuality and in speaking up for what I need.
I never thought I'd be a kinky person but Declan makes me feel so safe and respected, which draws out so many different sides of me.
"I've never really thought I'd be into being watched, but now that I'm thinking of it.
..It makes me really, really hot," I confess, bucking my hips to match Declan's relentless pace.
He pinches my clit just how I like it, and before I know it, my core clenches, and I come all over his fingers.
"My beautiful wife, you look so good coming on my fingers," he moans, licking my wetness off his skin. He moves his hands up and down my legs, massaging my thighs. "I could take you to a club if you're interested. Completely anonymous," he offers.
"A club?" I ask, having a strong feeling he didn't mean the normal clubs you can go to.
"A sex club. We could fuck each other while everyone else watches. If that sounds like something you would want to do?"
My nipples hardening and wetness pooling from between my legs serve as my initial response, but I have questions. "I don't want anyone else touching me. Or you."
Declan's jaw clenches at the thought. "Hard agree. We may be trying to live a new life, but I have no problems killing anyone who touches what is mine. We'd go into a section of the club where it's clear we only want to be watched. Nothing more. But only if you want to."
"I want to. That sounds incredible," I moan, rubbing my thighs together. "But not nearly as incredible as the thought of you sliding your cock inside me now," I beg, spreading my legs.
Declan's eyes lock on me, mesmerized, but he shakes his head. "Only good girls get to come on my cock. And you were very naughty, stripping naked when I wasn't around. Which means you need to be punished."
He slides off the chair and extends a hand, which I gleefully take. All of Declan's punishments involve me having multiple orgasms and him continuously checking in about my safe word so I felt in full control. He pulls us into the room, depositing me on our bed
"We'll have to head out to dinner soon, so I'll leave you to get ready in a second. But first, why don't you bend that cute ass over my dresser?" Declan orders before walking into his closet.
I follow his orders, feeling exposed but also excited. When he returns to our bedroom, he has a wicked smile on his face, and a small metal ball and a pair of my panties in his hand. He drags the ball up and down my core before sliding it inside and helping me step into my underwear.
"Stand up, Zahra," he instructs and I do as I’m told, expecting to struggle, but feeling pretty normal. "You're going to keep that inside you the entire time we're in the restaurant until we get back home. You can always use your safe word, though, understood?"
I nod, taking a few steps around the room as I adjust to the feeling. "Is this it? Seems pretty tame."
He raises an eyebrow. "Let's see if you'll be saying that by the end of the night, my wife."
I'm not sure if Declan was lying in hopes that the anticipation would be enough to get me aroused or if he highly overestimated how much I would like this toy, but so far, I've essentially forgotten it's there.
We'd just been seated in a secluded booth, its round shape allowing for additional privacy, in the Michelin-star restaurant.
This place apparently has served a lot of big-name clientele that appreciate anonymity, so orders are all placed on a tablet.
Each table is connected to the kitchen downstairs and the food basically takes its own elevator ride up to our table that opens in the middle for us to take our plates.
The idea is futuristic and overly pretentious, but Declan insisted the food was some of the best he's had.
I’m scrolling through the menu when I freeze.
The ball buried deep inside my core starts to vibrate, making me squeeze my thighs together.
The movement causes the toy inside of me to brush up against my G-spot, and I moan so loud that Declan clamps a hand around my mouth.
"Quiet love, just because these booths obscure us from any wandering eyes doesn't mean they don't have ears. "
The vibrator inside me must have a mind of its own because it quickens in pace, causing my core to clench, and my hips to buck under the table.
I can feel my wetness pool down my thighs and I send out a silent thank you to the universe that I decided to wear a long dress that ends right above my ankles.
My eyes shut close as my pussy continues to be tormented and I feel Declan's lips at my ear. "You can come, sweet wife, you just have to promise to keep quiet, alright? I can't have all these people here know what a dirty little thing you are."
Whether it's Declan's words or the reminder that we're in a room filled with people that sets me over the edge, I can't be sure.
I lean my head against the soft velvet of the booth, locking eyes with Declan, his large hand still covering my mouth as I come so hard I feel the aftershock building immediately after it, and I fall over twice in less than a minute.
The buzzing stops immediately and Declan lifts his hand so he can bring a glass of ice water to my lips. "I don't think a toy has ever made you come that hard before. Or maybe it wasn't the toy. Maybe it's the fact that we're in public."
I'm too spent to respond so instead I drink the water and rest my cheek on his chest as he orders some food for us. "Does it have a timer?" I ask, leaning into his touch as he strokes my scalp.
Declan shakes his head. "No. It's remote-operated." He removes his hand from his pocket to reveal a small remote inside.
I swallow hard. "I'm in for a long night, aren't I?"