29. Epilogue
The Handcuffs
Omar
W e roll into Vendeuvre-sur-Barse just before five. The sky has been grey ever since we left Little Hadlow and it made for a stormy crossing to Calais. My family rushes out to greet us the minute the car stops just like last time, and Bri gets a big, affectionate hug from Aurélie.
I lean into Bri and translate, “She’s thrilled to see you again.”
Bri grins back at Aurélie. “And I’m thrilled to see her.”
The evening is the usual chaos. Little kids darting around like they’ve just been given a lifetime’s supply of sweets, and the house alive with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Bri fits right back in despite the language barrier, especially with me by her side.
Bri and I decided to escape the Valentine’s madness in London and instead spend a week with my relatives as it is aunt Thérésa’s seventieth birthday tomorrow. Zucca and Bella are having a sleepover with Smutty, although that black furball was not too pleased when two cats invaded his kingdom.
The birthday party planned for tomorrow has not stopped the family from putting on a big dinner tonight in our honour.
“I’m so full again,” Bri moans next to me, gently rubbing her tummy.
“Maybe a workout will help with the digestion,” I wink at her and she knows exactly what I’m hinting on. After our Christmas together we started to date in earnest which turned into me spending most evenings at her house. Frankly at the moment I’m paying a lot of rent just to keep my spare clothes safe, but I’m worried that it’s too soon to suggest a different living arrangement.
Aurélie insists on showing us to our bedroom after a long day of festive mayhem. She leads us across the courtyard with a steady tap of her cane to a small cottage. The cottage is so quaint and old-fashioned, it feels like stepping back in time even though my cousin Khalid has made sure it has all modern amenities. Aurélie leads us through a small living room to the back of the building overlooking the fields. She pushes open the door to the master bedroom with a flourish, revealing a lovely, inviting space with a big, comfy bed and floral wallpaper.
“This was her and her husband’s cottage,” I translate for Bri who just nods and looks around. I try to convince Aurélie that she doesn’t need to give up her home for us but she assures me that she sleeps in the main building nowadays anyway so that people are around if she needs help.
Aurélie beams as she wishes us goodnight and heads towards the door. Bri moves her suitcase out of the way and it falls over with a crash. The impact dislodges something in the small pocket at the top of the suitcase and the item clatters to the floor with a soft metallic thud.
I look down.
Handcuffs.
Everything freezes for a second. Bri’s face turns bright red and I can’t help but try to suppress a laugh. Aurélie, looks at me and then at Bri before a big grin exposes her wonky teeth.
“Montre-lui qui est le patron, ma fille!” she giggles.
“She told you to show me who the boss is,” I laugh which causes Bri to go even redder than I thought was possible.
Aurélie giggles like a schoolgirl as she hobbles from the room and closes the door behind her.
“What did you have planned for this weekend?” I wink and pick up the handcuffs. I let them dangle from one of my fingers.
“They’re bush-dick’s,” she hisses with embarrassment before snatching them from me and zipping them back up in the little pocket.
“This is so embarrassing,” she groans and hides her face in her hands.
“Snaily you’ve just given Aurélie an amazing story to tell everyone.” I pull her into my arms and gently rub her back. “Why do you still have them?”
“I forgot I put them in there in Italy,” she shrugs. “I'm sorry."
I smile and kiss her forehead. "Don't be sorry. I think it could be incredibly sexy."
Her cheeks flush pink. "You do?"
I nod. "Definitely."
"Would you like to…” she blushes. We’ve had some incredible sex but there hasn’t been anything crazy. Well aside the outdoor fun we had in San Marino, that is.
“If you’re interested, sure,” I shrug. She takes the cuffs from the suitcase again and looks at them.
“But what if it's too much?" she asks, worry etched on her face.
I take her hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll always communicate, Bri. If anything feels like too much, we'll stop."
A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she looks into my eyes, and I see the trust there.
"Then yes," she giggles.
“You want me to tie you up in my crazy family’s home and fuck you,” I groan. My dick is hard just from thinking about it.
“I… should we wait until we’re back home?” She looks at me with big eyes. I lean down and capture her lips with mine in a slow, passionate kiss. Our bodies press against each other, the heat between us building.
"Fuck no," I whisper against her lips.
Her eyes sparkle with desire as she nods eagerly.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun," I growl. "But first take off your clothes and get on the bed on all fours." I switch on the two small bedside lamps and turn off the main light. The room is immediately cosier and more romantic.
Bri shivers at my words but does as instructed without hesitation. First her shirt drops on the floor, followed by her jeans and underwear. She crawls onto the middle of the bed and presents herself to me so beautifully.
Fuck, she's gorgeous.
My need for her intensifies as I drink in the sight before me—her perfect arse in the air, legs spread displaying glistening folds begging to be touched and tasted.
"How's that feel?" I ask as my fingers trail lightly over her exposed skin.
"S-So good," she moans breathlessly.
"That's just the beginning," I promise.
I kneel behind her, my eyes roaming over her body and taking in every inch of her perfection. The sight of her on all fours is a vision that sends my desire soaring. I can't wait to make love to her.
"You're so beautiful. I could spend hours just admiring your body." My voice is rough, my desire evident in the way I sound. I lean forward, my breath ghosting over her skin, making her shudder. "But I want more than just a look. I want to feel you, taste you, and make you mine."
Bri's breath catches in her throat and she lets out a soft whimper. "I-I want that too," she stammers, her voice a mix of nervousness and anticipation. I tease her with my fingers, running them up and down her thighs before finally pushing two into her warm pussy.
"You're so tight," I murmur, my voice low and intimate. "So ready for me." I add another finger, stretching her further, my fingers gliding easily now as she relaxes around them. "That's it, baby. Open up for me."
Bri's moans fill the room, her body trembling with each thrust of my fingers.
"Oh God, Omar," she pants, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. "I can't believe how much this turns me on. I want more."
"You'll get more, I promise." I remove my fingers. "Now, I want you to lay your head on the pillow and put your hands behind your back.
As she obeys her arse naturally pushes higher. I click the handcuffs in place around each wrist and the sight makes my dick twitch.
“Legs further apart,” I tell her. I support her at the hips as she spreads her legs revealing her glistening folds, her clit swollen and begging for attention. My gaze locks onto her, my desire burning brighter with each passing second.
"So beautiful," I whisper, my voice thick with lust. "I could spend an eternity worshipping this body of yours." I lean forward, my tongue flicking over her sensitive bud. Bri arches her back, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
"Oh fuck, Omar!" she gasps, desperately moving her hands but the cuffs hold her in place. "That feels incredible! Don't stop, please!"
I oblige, my tongue swirling over her clit, my fingers dipping into her wetness and teasing her g-spot. Bri’s moans fill the room, her body writhing beneath me as she rides the waves of pleasure.
"I'm so close," she pants, her voice hoarse. "Omar, I'm gonna—I'm gonna—"
"Come for me baby," I urge, my mouth never leaving her clit. "Let go, surrender to the pleasure."
And with that, Bridget's body tenses, a cry tearing from her throat as she comes undone.
"Fuck that was incredible," she manages, her voice weak. "Having no control, it was…"
I smile against her skin, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. I kiss her softly between her shoulder blades, my fingers trailing down her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "We’re not done."
Bri’s eyes sparkle with desire as she turns her head and locks her gaze to mine. "I'm all yours," she whispers, a hint of challenge in her voice. "Do with me as you please."
I smirk. "Oh, I intend to my love. I intend to." I roll on a condom and position myself at her entrance, my cock hard and ready. "Are you ready for me Bri?" I grab onto the link holding the handcuffs and pull, lifting Bri’s upper body from the pillow.
She nods, “Please!”
I thrust forward, my cock sliding easily into her wet heat. I pause to let her adjust to the invasion, my hands resting on her hips, holding her in place. "You feel so good," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. "So tight, so hot. Perfect."
A soft moan escapes her lips. "Oh God, yes," she pants.
I begin to move, my thrusts slow and deliberate at first, building in intensity as I keep control of her body. Bridget's moans fill the room and she moves her body in perfect sync with mine.
"Oh fuck yes!" she cries. "Harder, Omar! Faster!"
I oblige, my thrusts becoming more aggressive, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I pound into her.
"I'm gonna come again!" she warns, her voice hoarse. "Oh God, Omar, I can't—I can't hold back!"
"Come for me, baby," I urge, my voice rough with desire. "Let go."
And with that, her body tenses, a cry tearing from her throat as she comes undone once more. Her orgasm rocks her with a powerful wave of ecstasy, her body shaking as she rides it out.
I continue to thrust, my own orgasm building, my cock pulsating inside her. I let go, my body convulsing as I explode. We collapse onto the bed, our bodies spent, our breath coming in ragged gasps. I kiss her softly before freeing her from the handcuffs and getting rid of the condom.
“Well fuck, this is not where I saw this weekend going,” I laugh as she curls up in my arms.
“Me neither, but I wouldn’t mind if we occasionally revisit these,” she nods towards the handcuffs on the bedside table.
“Anytime,” I reply and nuzzle against her neck where I place small kisses.
“Shower?” she asks and is about to jump from my arms but I pull her back.
“No, wait just a second.”
She looks at me concerned, “What is it?”
“Bri, I… I love you.”
“I love you too!” she replies and we melt into another kiss.
“That’s good. In which case, how would you feel if I moved in with you?” My heart starts racing. Not sure why I’m nervous. She’s hardly going to say no given that we basically live together already. But making it official makes it so… official.
“You want to move in?”
“Well, me and Zucca,” I grin.
“Hm, look at us, not long ago we were hardcore relationship deniers, and here we are planning to live together,” she giggles.
“I think we’ve concluded that we were just waiting for the right person to start a relationship with.” Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her passionately. “I need to hear it, Snaily.”
“Yes, yes of course you can move in,” she laughs. “Did you really think I’d say no?”
“I wasn’t one hundred percent sure,” I grin.
“Omar you crazy man.” She shakes her head and is about to kiss me again when I pull away.
“And as we’re already moving in with each other I think we should also get married.” My heart beats ten times faster and there are a thousand butterflies in my stomach.
“What,” Bri breathes and sits up to look into my eyes properly. “We’ve only been dating for a bit over a year if you count Italy.”
I know she's right and I hadn’t planned on proposing but now it’s said I don’t want to take it back.
“Bri, you’re my best friend, my lover, my Snaily, my happy place and my travel companion. I’d love to explore the rest of the world with you and have adventures together. But what I want most is to wake up every morning knowing you are my happily-ever-after. Will you please marry me?”
A small tear rolls over her cheek and drops onto her chest where it moistens her nipple. I want to lick it away and taste her again but first I need to hear her answer.
“It’s crazy but… I think I… yes, I want you to be my happily-ever-after as well,” she finally says.
And just like that we’re officially no longer love hermits.