Epilogue - Quaid
Waiting for them to appear in the doorway of my room is agony, but I force myself to be patient. Which is not typically one of my strong suits, but the reward I’m going to get is worth the effort.
A door opens somewhere else in the house. I’m not sure where they’re at right now—his room or hers—all I know is that they’re coming to me.
Both of them. Star and Declan.
Because it’s my day.
When Star and I approached Declan to see if he would like to get on our little game, I did expect him to agree. Eventually. But I didn’t expect him to embrace it.
But he has.
I almost can’t believe it. He absolutely gets off on me telling him how to fuck Star.
She gets off, I get off, we all get off. There’s so much getting off, I’m almost expecting Aric to get jealous of all the getting off we’re getting and ask to join in.
But he won’t. And that’s OK. This little fantasy of mine with Declan and Star has just started and I won’t be bored with it any time soon.
There’s whispering down the hallway now. Declan giving Star some last-minute instructions, I bet. I gave him a very specific scenario this week. A scenario that involves a leash, a collar, and a master, slave, pet relationship.
I grin just picturing it in my mind and I’m so eager to see how they pull it off, my cock is already hard.
I’m holding my breath when Star appears in the doorway to my room. She’s on her hands and knees, naked. Her head is lifted, her eyes locked on mine, and her back is nice and arched so her tits are pushed forward.
She wearing a collar. Not the one I put on her back in the Labyrinth—that fell off when we passed through the portal to Paradise—but a new one that Aric made. It was a nice gift. He presented it to me last week when it was my day. Just a way for him to show he cared.
That’s why it’s part of my fantasy this week. He doesn’t join in, but he’s still here, isn’t he?
It means something to me.
Once I told him my fantasy with the collar and what I was going to make Declan do, he made me a leash to match. So that collar that Star is wearing it connected to Declan by this very leash.
She crawls through the door and Declan comes up behind her. He’s naked too. His dick so hard, and thick, and ready for what I will make him do to Star, my own cocks jumps inside my tight jeans.
I beckon Declan with a finger. “Come here, slave. Show me how well you’ve trained my pet.”
That’s our scenario. He’s my slave and he trains my pets. Today he is presenting this pet to me in order to showcase her obedience.
It could go one of two ways—Star gives in and does everything she’s told. Which is going to be quite the experience for her and us. So if she is compliant, we’re all gonna have fun.
But she could choose to disobey Declan. In which case, I get to punish them both.
Which would also be fun for all involved because when it comes down to it, I’m really just a pleasure man.
I just like to control how it happens. So there is no possible way any of us leave this room less than satisfied.
Declan snaps the leash, making it crack against Star’s bare back. But he’s got a little whip too, and he smacks her bare ass just for the hell of it.
Star crawls forward on her hands and knees, her eyes still locked with mine. She winks at me, breaking character, then licks her lips, absolutely disobeying because she knows this is against the rules.
So… defiant Star it is.
I force myself to hide my grin, and my pleasure at her choice—because it’s always her choice how these scenarios play out—and wait as she finally finishes crossing the room and places her chin between my legs.
I hold absolutely still as Star’s mouth comes into contact with my cock. Her look up at me when she sticks her tongue out and begins to lick it through my jeans.
Declan cracks the whip across her bottom, making her squeal. And when I look up at him, he’s pulling one of those half-smiling, half-wincing expressions. Like he’s not sure if he crossed a line or not.
Star moans and begins wriggling her ass, taunting him.
Declan, in response, grits his teeth and mouths the word, “Fuck!” at me, because he’s so turned on right now, he might explode.
This is the first time we’ve done the whole master, slave, pet scenario—which must be his thing because I’ve never seen him so worked up.
But he pulls himself together, barks a few orders at Star—lick me, suck my dick through my jeans, crawl up my chest and kiss me—and every now and then cracks her ass with that whip, even though she’s mostly complying.
We’re not gonna make it much further, we’re all too worked up and horny. So I simply give in and point to Declan. “Fuck her.”
He pumps a fist, mouths the word, “Yes!” as he looks skyward, and then kneels behind Star’s ass, spreads her cheeks, and thrusts his cock into her pussy.
She jolts forward, into my chest to the rhythm of his fucking and I just watch, daring either of them to come before I tell them they can.
They hold out for a couple of minutes, but I know it’s too much. We’re all too excited to care about the authenticity of the scenario—we’ll worry about that next time.
But for now, I open my pants, pull out my cock, and then grab Star by the hair and push her mouth down over my tip.
Then I let Declan fuck me with Star’s mouth as he thrusts his cock in and out of her pussy, and I wonder which god I need to pledge my undying loyalty to for sending me to Paradise.