Bonus Epilogue
fifty-one
Payton
“Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?” I say, as I walk into the loft and look at my gorgeous wife, taking what feels like my first full breath in days. She’s curled in her favorite spot in front of the fireplace with a book, wearing a silky, light pink cami and shorts set.
Her golden hair flutters around her shoulders as she snaps the book closed and looks up with a coy smile.
I drop my travel bag and walk toward her slowly, taking in my fill of my gorgeous girl now that I’m home.
“About time you’re back,” she chastises playfully.
“I thought I’d lost you to New York forever.
” She hops up from the couch and runs the short distance to me, throwing herself into my open arms. I haul her up my body, her legs wrapping around my waist as I take her eager mouth in a kiss I’ve been dreaming about for days.
Our tongues tangle and lips press fiercely, trying to make up for lost time we couldn’t see each other.
She tastes like peach candy, telling me she’s gotten into my stash of the Sour Patch that is supposed to be for playtime.
I pull back with soft kisses to her sweet mouth.
“I hate being away from you, too, Princess. Have you been behaving yourself or getting into trouble without me?” I’m already walking down the hall to our bedroom, keeping her body wrapped around mine as she peppers kisses along my neck and face.
“Always no good, you know that. I found a crime ring to investigate, ingratiated myself with the boss by learning all the gossip of his competitors and sharing it with him, so now I’m his second in command, and managed to irritate Harlowe by not liking her latest food posts.”
“Are we playing two lies and a truth now?” I ask as I lay her on the bed and begin kissing down her neck to the exposed skin of her chest, and push the straps of her tank down her arms.
She breathes out shakily as I trace my tongue across the swell of her breasts and pull the silky material of her top down with my teeth.
“Just making sure you're listening to me since you seemed set on a different mission that involved getting to the bedroom as fast as possible instead of catching up after a week apart.”
I pause with my mouth just below her ribs and look up as her chest rises below me.
"This is catching up, Princess. I missed you and want us to reconnect in every way as soon as possible. So while I make you come, I want you to tell me what you’ve really been up to.
But don’t stop talking or I’ll stop what I’m doing and edge you until you’re a shaking mess for me, my beautiful little fucktoy.
" I circle her rosy pink nipple with my tongue and draw the tight bud into my mouth, sucking until she bucks under me.
She squirms and lets out an unsteady breath. “That’s not fair.” She doesn’t sound too unhappy about it despite the pouty words. I chuckle against her nipple before looking at her again.
“Is it not? You get to come on my mouth and fingers, and I get to hear about everything you’ve been up to this week without me. Then, if you’re a very good girl, I’ll fuck you until you’re a drooling puddle and words fail you, anyway.”
She sighs contentedly and digs her fingers into my hair as I continue my path down her body, intent on my mission, ready to taste her again.
I make quick work of removing her silky shorts and the tank that matches, finally having her naked beneath me and trembling as I let my lips and tongue continue to explore every inch of her skin before I reach my final destination and nestle between her legs.
One swipe of my tongue through her center has me groaning, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips and pulling her tighter against me.
This is as much for me as it is for her.
I feast, burying my mouth and tongue in her pussy and lapping up the exquisite taste of my beautiful, sexy wife who writhes under my ministrations.
But she’s too quiet. The only sounds she’s making are those of pleasure, not the storytelling variety.
I pull my lips away from her clit and lift onto my elbows.
“I want your words, Princess. Tell me about your week,” I demand, my cock hard and pressing into the bed below me, ready to sink into her silky center as soon as I’ve made her come like this.
“You’re such a tyrant,” she complains, her words breathy and not nearly as snarky as she’d like, as she wiggles her hips to get back into position for me to go down on her again.
I smile and lick her slowly, reveling in the shudder this simple action causes.
I love her reactions to me, even years into our relationship.
She’s so responsive, giving me everything I could ask for in a partner.
“I took a new story on Midtown development and a group that’s making waves here in Atlanta,” she says when I pause again.
“Should I be worried about competition?” I ask before settling once more between her thighs and pulling her ass closer to my face so I can give her attention everywhere.
She sighs out her pleasure and rolls her hips against my face, chasing the friction and my lips as I move around her clit. I sink my fingers into her dripping cunt and get a shuddering breath before she can answer.
“It’s your friend Octavius Rex and his company, Rex Omnia.
He’s been buying up tracts of land and old buildings along Peach Tree and making plans for new retail development.
” Her breath hitches as I pump my fingers inside her, pressing hard against the spot she loves so much.
“I h-hear he’s planning an entertainment d-district that will rival what you have around Olympus Arena,” she stutters as I once again suck her clit.
“The sneaky bastard has been awfully quiet about his endeavors, despite being on the Olympus Board of Directors and working closely with us. I’ll have to make a note to dig into his plans and get the full story,” I say as I leisurely stroke her walls with my fingers, letting my thumb circle her clit while I speak.
Rex may be a partner with Olympus in many ways, but he’s still a competitor when it comes to his business moves.
I shouldn’t be surprised by this, yet here I am, letting the news blindside me when I’ve been focused elsewhere.
I should put in more time behind my computer, digging into those closest to my family and our business, to ensure I know their motives and moves well before they’re made.
“There are a few clubs planned, and from the looks of it, one is set to be members-only and very discreet. It’ll be something for a select clientele of discerning individuals, is what the PR people were willing to say.
If I’m reading between the lines, I think it has something to do with sex, like a new kink club or something.
I thought maybe you'd be interested in that,” she finishes.
I pause again from my hungry exploration of her sweet cunt and lift an eyebrow.
“Does my little cum slut want to play in public, now?” I ask with a slow smile raising my lips.
“It that’s so, I'd happily spank this gorgeous ass and show a roomful of strangers how pretty you are when you come for me as I turn your skin the prettiest shade of red. Would you like that, my gorgeous little cockwhore? To know strangers are watching you and wanting this body, wanting to be the one with their hands on it when it’s all for me? ”
“Oh my God,” she mumbles unsteadily. She’s shaking as she closes in on the orgasm I’m wringing from her with my fingers that haven’t stopped pumping, my thumb pressing hard against her clit.
“Would you like your mouth stuffed with a stranger’s cock as I fucked you into them so you’re full on both ends? You’re so good with that mouth, I bet everyone would want their turn to fill you up.” She moans and clenches around my fingers.
The idea of sharing Ainsley is new, but if I’m gauging her reaction correctly, she’s not adverse to it, and might just want to be worshiped by and serve two men at the same time.
A rosy flush is spreading across her chest, her nipples tight and her breathing going ragged as she closes in on her release.
“You would be such a good set of holes for Daddy, letting us use you for our pleasure, wouldn’t you, Princess?
You'd love to be filled with cum from both ends, dripping with it like the perfect little cum slut you are.” I drop my mouth back to her clit and suck hard as I press my fingers against the front wall of her pussy and massage her spot.
She cries out, body locking up as her release barrels through her on a wave of my dirty words and the images I’ve painted. She likes the idea as much as I do, it seems. “Yes, Daddy, oh my God,” she mumbles unintelligibly, hips rolling against me, thighs clenching around my shoulders.
I coax her through her orgasm and lap up the sweet taste of her release as she floods my fingers that move softly in her clenching pussy.
When her legs go limp and she relaxes back against the bed, her moans fading into contented whimpers, I finally raise my head and pull my fingers from her delicious cunt.
“Baby girl, if I knew you’d like to be fucked in public and shared, I would have taken you to a club a long time ago,” I say, kissing her hip bones and across her belly.
“I didn't know it was something I’d want,” she answers dreamily, still recovering after dropping out of orbit from her orgasm.
“You’ve always been pretty open to ideas, my perfect little plaything,” I say, massaging her tits in my hands as I grind my erection into the bed.
I look down at her as another idea hits me.
We could try a different type of power exchange tonight and see how she feels about that. “I want you to fuck me, baby.”
“Always, yes,” she murmurs, stroking her fingers through my hair and rubbing my temple with her thumb.
“No, Ainsley, I want you to fuck me,” I say with more emphasis. “With a strap-on.”