Epilogue Full Circle
Matt
When Jessica accepted my free-use deal, I foolishly figured she would ease her way into it. Instead, she has thrown herself so eagerly into the situation that I fear I may have to put some rules and regs in place.
I can't tell if she's just insatiable or trying to prove a point, though, honestly, I have no idea what that point might be other than I have the stamina of someone a decade younger than me.
I'm not sure how long I can keep that up, but for the most part, I'm willing to accept the challenge.
One thing I can say is that she's certainly doing her best to take my mind off my problems.
We haven't heard anything further from Darius, and we still have no idea on the fate of Antoinette. I know these questions weigh heavily on everyone, and there are some days I'd just rather not do anything.
Luckily, things are already beginning to pick up with Power PR Management, and I know that once it's up and running completely, I'll be busier than ever. That also means that I will likely be doing a fair amount of travel, and with Jessica based in the Los Angeles area, this may prove to be a problem for her.
Not that I want to be separated from her for long, but a lot of her business is still hands-on and requires her to be in the building. Maybe it's her knowing this that has her so amped up to have me on every surface of her office and our home.
Recently, she ended up moving her office to a different part of the building. She hadn't planned on it, but one day, when I was visiting her there, she seemed out of sorts, so I mentioned it.
Most of the time she wasn't consciously aware that she was having any type of reaction to being back in that room. But I could see, looking from the outside, the nuances she had blocked from her own mind.
She had her things moved that same day, and by the end of the week, she seemed to be a different person.
Her new office is bigger and on the top floor. It has an en-suite bathroom and a nice sitting area, and I'm a bit confused about why she didn't move sooner.
And today, our standing weekly plan to meet for lunch, I walk into her office completely unprepared for what I'm going to find.
It takes me a moment to truly comprehend what I'm seeing, and then I immediately turn, closing the door and locking it. Turning back to face her desk, I cock my head, my eyebrows raise, and my eyes open wide. “Did you need something, sugar?”
She smiles as I close the distance between us, stopping beside her and peering down. “I take it that you are to be my lunch?”
She nods, her smile widening as she says, “This is fun, right?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “While I didn't expect to come in here and find you in this position, I'm not unhappy about it.”
I step back a few feet, taking in the picture she makes. She's bent over her desk, arms out in front of her with her wrists tied to the corners. I walk behind the desk taking in the sight of her ass in the air, her feet forced apart with a spreader bar that appears to be slightly uncomfortable. I walk behind her, pressing my front against her ass. “Dare I ask who helped put you in this position?”
She giggles, pressing herself back against me. “I think you know the answer to that.”
“Do I?” I ask playfully. “It appears you've become rather close to everyone I know.”
She giggles again, her breath picking up as she continues to rub herself against me. “Sure, but I wouldn't let anyone see me in this position who hasn't already seen me naked.”
“So, you're saying if any of them ever see you naked, then it's fair game?”
“Oh, does this fair use game extend to group stuff?”
I move my hands to her hips, pulling her back against my hard cock, thrusting rhythmically. “Maybe. I mean, technically, that's up to you. I am just here to serve at your will.”
I step back a pace, putting some distance between us. She groans in frustration. “I take it you want me to be in charge for lunch?”
She nods emphatically, her ass wagging in front of me as she pants. “Yes. I need it.”
I place a hand on her lower back, my other hand stroking and kneading her ass cheek before placing a swift slap on it. She gasps, then moans again, and I repeat the process, this time the crack of my palm on her soft skin sounding through the room.
“I do think you've earned some punishment. You've certainly been going out of your way to test me.”
“Test you?”
“Yes. All this jumping on my dick at every turn. It's almost like you're trying to get me to refuse.”
“Why would I want you to do that?”
“So, you can gloat. Maybe that's like winning?”
“Hell, no. I've been winning every time I get to have you.”
I smile, kneeling behind her and massaging both ass cheeks with my hands. I rub my nose along each side, slowly working my way into the middle, where I blow little puffs of air on her clit. Her legs tremble, her breath catching as she tries to shove herself back onto my face. I quickly pull away, tsking her. “Patience, sugar, or I'll make you wait.”
“You wouldn't dare.”
I laugh, flicking her clit a couple of times with my tongue before responding, “Oh, I sure as fuck would.”
She moans again, muttering under her breath, and I inch closer, stopping a hair's breadth from where I know she wants me. She freezes and holds her breath, and I wait a handful of seconds before asking, “Tell me what you want, sugar.”
“Please. Please.”
“Please, what? Tell me what you want.”
“Eat me. Lick me. Suck me.”
I bump her clit with my nose. Then, I press my lips against it, chuckling so she'll feel the vibrations.
She moans wildly, undulating her hips in an attempt to get more friction. I let her have her way for a moment, helping her out by laying the flat of my tongue against her. I remain firm against her, letting her rub against me at will until she's panting and moaning, begging me to stay there and not to move.
And then I move.
She shrieks in frustration, fisted hands banging on the desk, even with what little leeway the restraints provide.
Excitement builds in my chest, my cock hardening even further in my pants at the thrill of torturing her. I may enjoy the time I spend being a good boy, but that doesn't mean I don't also enjoy flipping the tables, making her curse and scream.
I rise to my feet, moving to the lower right-hand drawer of her desk and sliding it open. She cranes her head around, trying to see what I'm doing, and I slap her ass again. “Mind your business, sugar.”
At first, she ignores me, trying harder to see, so I slap her again. “Do as you're told, or I'll make you wait longer.”
She chokes out a curse but eventually faces forward again, her feet shifting back and forth anxiously. I turn my focus back to the drawer, reaching all the way in the back, beneath a bunch of papers, I pull out the small bag I have hidden there.
I move back behind her, opening the bag and dumping its contents in my hand. She attempts to look again, and I give her one more slap. She glares at me before turning forward again.
I open my hand, looking down at the small bottle of lube and the butt plug, smiling proudly. We haven't done a lot of anal play, so the plug I got is small, just a little tease to spice things up. I pocket the butt plug, open the lube, and dribble it down between her ass cheeks. She tenses, a gasp falling from her lips as I smear the warming liquid around, focusing on her asshole.
I smear the liquid around, adding a little more as I probe her asshole, slowly sinking my finger in further and further. Once she's prepped appropriately, I remove the plug from my pocket, adding more lube to the end of it before pressing it against her back hole.
At first, she tenses up, then I use my free hand to rub her lower back and massage her hip, moving over to her ass cheek and pulling it aside, squeezing rhythmically.
After a while, she relaxes, her breath and gasps increasing rapidly as she begins to push back. She forces the toy to slowly penetrate and then slides easily up to the base, the bulbous end staying in place.
“Holy shit,” she moans. Her body is trembling. She looks back at me, blatant want on her face, and I look between her eyes and the toy in her ass, one hand stroking her hip while the other goes to my belt. “Do you like that, sugar?”
She replies breathlessly, “Yes. I love it.”
“You want more?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Tell me what you want, sugar.”
“I want your cock.”
“Want it where?”
“In my pussy. In my mouth. Anywhere. Everywhere.”
I smile, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, pushing my boxers down enough to free my cock. I consider moving around the front, shoving my cock down her throat. But one glance at her glistening pussy changes my mind.
I dribble lube along my cock, cap the bottle, then toss it on the desk. I rub the tip of my dick along her pussy, tapping her clit a few times before shoving inside a few inches. I slide in a little more, pushing against the toy in her ass, enjoying her choked sounds of pleasure.
I slide in all the way until my pelvis is pushed up against her ass cheeks, then I pull out, shoving in sharply and enjoying the slap of my balls against her clit.
Reaching my hand around her front, I press my slick fingers against her swollen clit, thrusting in and out of her slowly, methodically, as my fingers stroke and pinch her sensitive flesh.
I work her up to a frenzy and then immediately withdraw, taking great pleasure in her frustration. I do it again and again until she's a sweating, drooling mess bent over her desk.
And then I stand there stroking my dick, watching her as she curses me.
She's on a roll, calling me every name in the book, a rather vicious verbal attack if I do say so. Nonchalantly, I stroll up to the front of the desk, pulling the quick release on one of her wrists before grabbing her by the hair at the nape of her neck, my other hand gripping her chin. “I think that's just about enough of that.”
She opens her mouth, likely to send another volley of insults at me, but I take this for the opportunity it is, pushing the tip of my dick between her lips.
I shove in all the way to the back of her throat, cutting off her air and her words, knowing that with one of her hands free, she can stop me at any time.
Her hand touches my hip, and I pause, waiting to see what she'll do. When she doesn't pinch me, I continue.
I don't go easy on her. I shove into her throat over and over, intermittently remaining pushed inside until she chokes and gags around me. Then I pull out, allowing her to take one gasping inhalation, drool flying everywhere, before thrusting back in, over and over again.
Tears and mascara streak her face, and the warmth in my chest explodes. Knowing I'm the only one she'll take it from. Knowing she becomes this needy, desperate version of herself only for me.
Just like she's the only one who gets the good boy in me.
I slide back into her throat, pushing deep until I feel her hand on my hip again. I consider waiting, consider forcing her to give up. But then, at the last second, I pull out and step away from her.
Her head hangs down, drool, snot, and tears falling on the floor, and I smile in satisfaction. Then I move to the wrist that's still bound, pulling the quick release.
I walk around the desk, bending and releasing her ankles from the restraints and bar. Then I stroke my hands up her back, moving to her shoulders as I urge her to sit up. She does so slowly, using her hands on the desk to push herself upward until she's standing precariously.
I scoop her up into my arms and walk around the desk. She says, “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you.”
She stiffens in my arms, pushing against my chest halfheartedly. “But I want—”
“Don't worry, sugar,” I interrupt in a soothing tone. “You will.”
She smiles tiredly, relaxing into my arms as I walk across the room to the sitting area.
I move to set her on the sofa, but she wraps her arms around my neck and shakes her head. Smiling fondly, knowing exactly what she wants, I instead bypass the sofa, moving to the chair in the corner where I fall back into it with her in my lap.
She lies there for a moment, cuddled close, and I wish I had taken the time to remove my shirt.
As if she can read my mind, she moves back, yanking at my dress shirt, so I sit up, unbuttoning the top two buttons, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side.
She comes back close, rubbing her cheek against the skin of my pectoral muscle, and I wrap my arms around her, my hand resting on the curve of her ass. I give her a moment to relax and then slide my hand over, my middle finger tap, tap, tapping the toy still in her ass.
She moans a quiet gasp of pleasure and then squirms.
I move both my hands to her hips, nudging her until she sits up, shifting around so she's straddling me. She moves off enough to yank my clothes out of the way and grips my dick in one hand, lining herself up and sinking down slowly.
I inhale sharply, pressing my hips up, enjoying her clinging walls gripping me tightly. She sits fully, rocking her hips so she's rubbing her clit against my pubic bone. I move both of my hands to her ass, playing with the butt plug as she rocks over me.
Her hands move to my shoulders, and she straightens, expanding her range of motion to slide and down a few inches. One of her hands starts to slide down my chest, but knowing what she's going to do, I move one of my hands between us, my fingers stroking her clit, pinching and teasing as she rides me.
She smiles, her head falling back on a moan, and I rest my head on the back of the chair, my eyes closing as I focus on the feel of her, the sounds she's making, and the smell of her.
“Look at me.”
My eyes open immediately at her words, meeting hers, normally a soft green, now darkened by desire. Her hands move to the hair at the back of my head, tugging gently before moving around to cup my cheeks. She leans in, feathering a kiss on my lips, then kissing a line down along my jaw to my neck, where she sinks her teeth in.
I shudder, my hips bucking up erratically, and she leans in closer, trapping my hand between us. She grinds against me, my dick pushed all the way inside her, her clit rubbing against my knuckles.
She works her way back up until she's at my lips again, and her hands move down to my neck, feathering lightly and then stroking more firmly. Pleasure overflows in me, and I know I'm done for, so I grit out, “Do it. Fucking choke me already.”
Her lips curve up. Her eyes are feral as her hands slide back so her fingertips grip the back of my neck, her thumbs squeezing the sides and along my throat. She leans in, and the grip strength exercises she's been doing are obviously paying off as she immediately restricts my breath and blood flow.
I choke and gasp on a broken sob, my hips pumping up into her rapidly, my hands gripping her, pulling her into me as I shove up inside. She grinds against me, losing all rhythm as she presses her lips against mine, eating the choked noises falling from my lips.
She pulls back slightly. “Look at me. Fucking look at me.”
My eyes open halfway, and I stare up at her, a half-choked sob falling from my mouth into hers. She tilts her head back briefly then her head rolls forward and her eyes meet mine again, “That's right. Come for me. Give me my prize.”
My grip on her ass tightens, and I shift so my foot is braced on the floor, using the leverage to rod up inside her like a fucking animal. She sobs with pleasure, her body shaking as she starts to come apart.
White hot euphoria shoots down my spine, right into my balls. My dick throbs and pulses in her pussy, erupting inside her as the pressure reaches a peak and shatters, just as her hands suddenly release my neck. I take in a loud, ragged breath, and pleasure boomerangs inside me. I can't tell if I come again or I'm just still coming.
I thrust up into her until her sobs ebb, and she's a boneless, quivering mess in my lap. She leans heavily against my chest, her hands tucked between us. I stop moving, relaxing into the chair, my arms coming up and wrapping around her snugly. I press my head against the back of the chair, craning around to look at her face, and then I mirror the small smile on her lips, the sigh that falls between us.
We remain like that, pressed tightly against each other, as that gentle silence echoes around us.
After a while, she stirs in my arms, and they tighten, my head falling forward so I can press a kiss against her forehead. “Not yet. Just stay.”
She settles immediately and then giggles quietly as the mess between us increases. I ignore it completely, unconcerned while also grateful for the shower in her en-suite bathroom.
More time passes, both of us quietly lost in our own thoughts, but then she shifts again, rolling back so she can look up at me. “What do we do now?”
It's a question we've both asked many times over the last few weeks. While things have started to change, I have come to accept that none of this will ever be easy. And I don't mean our relationship; I mean this whole new dynamic within our extended family.
In the beginning, we all attempted to pretend that things weren't different, that the void in the room had no bearing on our everyday existence. But it didn't take us long to realize this exact mentality was what was destroying us all.
So, we've been working to change our mindset, adjusting our goals, putting in place new processes and procedures in the hopes that we'll be better prepared in the future for whatever may be thrown our way.
Jessica pushes her finger into my chest, getting my attention, and when I meet her gaze, she says, “Have you heard from Kaian lately?”
I laugh and nod. “Yeah. Apparently, Cami is giving him a hard time.”
Her eyes widen comically, and she giggles. “Well, that sounds like a good time.”
I laugh and nod because I would love to be a fly on the wall for when those two are forced into facing their real feelings for each other.
“I'm sure when she gets back from whatever weird assignment she's on, we'll find out exactly how entertaining it's going to be.”
She laughs again and then falls silent, cuddling back into me, and then her breath catches, and I squeeze her even more tightly. “What is it?”
She presses her hand against my chest, her fingers flexing rhythmically. “Do you feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“That magnetic pull. The tangle of electricity.”
I smile, the warmth like an inferno in my chest. “What does it mean?”
“I have no fucking idea.”
“Should we be worried?”
Her lips curve up, her eyes glowing with emotion. “Probably.”
“Will that stop us?”
“Fuck, no.”
I smile, allowing myself this brief reprieve from the chaos that usually chases us. She leans into me once more, her hands tucking in, and I wrap my arms around her snugly, pressing my face into her neck.
And then, for the first time in a very long time, I breathe.
THE END