Epilogue 2 Henry
“You look perfect, darling. Although I’ll admit I’m not pleased at other men seeing you so scantily dressed,” I say, trying to soothe Katarina’s nerves.
She’s more excited than nervous, but I can tell she’s feeling a bit out of her element as we drive toward my brothers’ club, Rendezvous, in the city.
Tonight’s party is themed to “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, and she looks divine in a minidress of her signature periwinkle, with flowers woven into the braid down her back.
“I’m excited, more anticipatory than nervous, I think.
I just can’t imagine your brothers or their wives in a sexual context at all, so I hope it’s not weird,” she explains, and I understand the sentiment.
Anyone’s first time at a sex club is going to be daunting, and more so if you’re there with family who are also the owners.
Squeezing my hand on her thigh as I pull the car in and park at the back of the club, I’m more thankful than ever that I drive almost exclusively automatic vehicles these days.
Shifting was forcing me to remove my hands too often, and keeping one hand on her at all times while driving is a much better alternative.
“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
Ledger and Jack have outdone themselves with this place, and we’ll move from the bar area gradually into the more explicit areas.
But I have to tell you, darling. We might run into women from my past in here tonight,” I say, absolutely hating that I didn’t think to have Ledger ensure there were no tickets available for any of my past partners.
“You own my heart and my soul, and I don’t even remember their names now that you’re in my life. You’ve completely erased anyone who came before you, Katarina,” I finish softly, looking at her so she can see the truth in my gaze.
She smiles sweetly back at me, squeezing my hand. I search for any hint of discomfort, but I don’t find any.
“Thank you. But I think I’ll be okay. I knew it was a possibility once you asked me if I wanted to come, and while I would obviously rather never see those women, it’s bound to happen.
I actually discussed my jealousy with Dr. Benedict, and she thinks it’s rooted in the disparity between our experience levels as well as the number of partners.
She actually suggested it might be healthy to explore more partners for me to be able to… ”
“She what?” I yell, feeling the steering wheel crack in my grip as I squeeze as hard as I can to try to dispel some energy.
“Gotcha,” Katarina says with a wink before continuing. “You’re very easy to rile. But I did talk it over with her, and I think I’ll be okay.”
She leans over the console to give me a soft kiss, and I blink, my heart rate barely coming down as my rage subsides a bit.
I crack my neck back and forth and get out of the car, moving around to the passenger side to open her door.
My little wife has a pleased expression on her face, looking far too happy about her joke.
She won’t be happy when her ass is so raw she can’t sit for a week.
I remind myself we aren’t here to play, necessarily, and we both agree that’s something we need to talk about after she’s experienced the club and had time to digest. We’re going to start with drinks in the VIP area with the family, then perhaps indulge the girls with time on the dance floor.
When I lead Katarina through the private back entrance straight into VIP, we see Margot and Sloane sitting in a large semicircular half booth, facing the dance floor but set back enough from the balcony railing that we aren’t easily seen by patrons.
It’s nice to see both of them out and looking well rested, considering they both have babies at home.
I give Katarina a kiss on the temple and a smack on the ass, letting her know it’s fine for her to leave me and go join the girls.
They squeal when they see her and hop up to envelop her in a hug and squeeze her between them, immediately including her in whatever discussion they’re engrossed in.
I walk past them to take the stairs down to the bar, hearing Sloane say, “I swear! I did! I rode him right there in the middle, in front of everyone…I know! But it was really…”
Her voice fades as I shake my head, letting the security guard know that I’ve added additional men to the perimeter for the night and making sure he has the updated plans.
Although the immediate threat to my wife’s life was eliminated, her family’s…
unique activities led me to hire additional security staff full-time.
She hasn’t outright said it, but I know their around-the-clock presence at the estate makes her feel more secure.
Finding my brothers at the bar, I see I’m just in time to say hello before following them back up to VIP.
“Big bro!” Jack cries, wrapping me immediately in a bear hug. Ledger joins in, ensuring that all eyes are on us as we have a way-too-long group embrace.
“I’m glad you made it out tonight, brother,” Ledger says, wiping a tear.
He’s been very emotional since his daughter was born, and has been prioritizing family life over everything else.
I’ve seen more of him and Jack since our mystery was solved than I have in the past twenty years at least, and I can honestly say I’ve never been happier.
Game nights, cookouts, family vacation planning…
it’s been a family-centered whirlwind in the Sinclair household lately.
Following the server carrying our champagne bucket upstairs, I look around at the throngs of people clearly having a great time before taking part in any debauchery this evening.
It feels so different to be here with Katarina.
My wife. Whether this ends up being something she’s interested in or not, I couldn’t care less.
Our life together, largely consisting of being homebodies while fucking all around the estate, fulfills me in ways I never expected.
If we never cross the threshold of a club again, that’s fine with me.
Especially with the play we have planned for the first time this weekend…
Finally making our way back after being briefly waylaid by a business associate of Jack’s from New York, the girls’ animated discussion falls silent as we approach the booth. Scooping Katarina into my lap, I bury my face in her neck, inhaling deeply before biting down hard.
She lets out a hiss of displeasure, squirming in my lap and making my already half-hard cock come to life even more.
“Do I even want to know what you three were talking about?” I murmur into her ear as I trace light circles on her thigh. A glance to the other side of the booth reveals my brothers similarly bewitched with their own wives, nobody paying attention to anyone else.
“You really don’t,” she whispers in reply, then giggles. “Although, let me just say…you measure up very well.” I can’t control my exasperated sigh, and she laughs even harder, drawing the attention of the group.
“Did you convince him to let you play tonight?” Sloane asks, as Ledger looks ready to drag her out of VIP and into the exhibition hall that I’ve yet to show Katarina.
Jack pipes up, “Sloane, you know it all has to do with how many eggs the chickens laid today! Does that mean it was less than five eggs, Henry? I can never remember the cutoff…”
“Have you ever seen a single chicken at the estate, Jack?” Margot asks, giving him a bemused look as she sips champagne.
Ledger’s brows furrow in confusion as he chimes in. “Well, no, but…I mean. Chicken coops aren’t big. They could be anywhere. Where is the coop on the estate, Henry?”
After a few beats of pregnant silence, everyone but Ledger and Jack bursts into laughter.
I finally regain my composure.
“There have never been chickens at the estate, to my knowledge. At least not since Mother moved out. The two of you were just starting out planning your club, and you would not stop badgering me about my lifestyle. I had to say something outlandish to get you off my back, but instead of putting you off, it just made you ask more questions! The legend grew from there,” I explain, sipping my champagne.
Jack looks at me like I’ve just shown him his favorite superhero is just an actor, and drains his champagne, mumbling about how he doesn’t believe me about the chickens. Ledger laughs it off and starts to drag Sloane to the exhibition hall before Margot speaks up, asking about Sasha’s whereabouts.
“So, Kat, where is Sasha? Ledger, wasn’t Sasha spending a decent amount of time here in the past few months since he moved down full-time?
He was helping Blanche with the programming while you looked for another full-time manager, right?
” Margot asks, and I give my brother a very subtle shake of my head.
“I’m not sure,” Katarina says. “I think since Ledger finally hired someone, he’s been helping Blanche with other business things, and not spending as much time at the club. I won’t see him before we leave for our honeymoon next week.”
Ledger clears his throat before answering Margot himself.
“Yeah, he was here for a couple of months helping Mom ensure everything ran smoothly. I think they figured out that they work pretty well as a team. You know she loves directing people to do her bidding. But once we hired Brad to join the floor management team, she took a step back and took Sasha with her. Angel,” he says, thankfully changing the subject and looking at Sloane. “Want to come explore?”
Sloane beams up at him and takes his hand before he whisks her away.
“Princess?” Jack asks Margot with a waggle of his eyebrows, and with a wave, they’re also gone.
“Well, Kitten, what do you think of the place so far?” I ask as she sips her champagne and resumes squirming on my lap.
It’s a little uncomfortable, considering this is one of the longest stretches that I’ve gone without being inside her in the past few months.
Both of us have been insatiable, enjoying our honeymoon period and feeling like true newlyweds after our ceremony.
Especially with the threats over and that monkey off our back.
“It’s a lot more beautiful here than I expected,” she says apologetically. “I kind of thought it would feel seedy in some way. I should have known that Jack and Ledger would never.”
“Hmm, yes,” I agree, kissing her neck to try to rile her up the same way she’s torturing me with her wiggling. “Some members come for the ambiance of the bar and the dancing without even going to the hall each time they visit. But what do you think? Want to go take a look around?”
She’s a little flushed, and I’m not sure she’ll make it much longer without being fucked. But I do really want her to get a little taste since we’re here. I think it’ll make her absolutely feral for me tonight and potentially open her up to playing in new ways.
“How about this, little girl,” I say, letting her know that I’m serious. She perks up to sit primly on my lap.
“Yes, Daddy?” she asks sweetly, and fuck me. It’s almost impossible to remind myself why I’m trying to avoid taking her into Ledger’s office and fucking her on his desk. After a few deep breaths, I offer her a choice.
“You have two options. One is that we can go home right now and start our weekend as we discussed,” I explain, and her eyes immediately brighten. “Yes, that’s right. Instead of tomorrow morning, we’ll begin as soon as we arrive on the property.”
She opens her mouth to say she wants option one, but there’s a catch.
“But,” I warn, “There will be no touching on the way home. Not even my hand on your thigh. No crossing your legs, either. I know all your tricks. You’ll have to control yourself all the way home.”
A whine escapes her sweet little mouth. “What’s option two, Daddy?”
“Option two is that we spend thirty minutes walking the exhibition hall for you to see some of the things people are presenting tonight. Then I’ll fuck you before we leave to go home.
But when we get home, Katarina, you’re taking a bath like a good girl and going to sleep.
No more once we’re at home. You’ll need your rest for tomorrow. ”
She tries to hide her smirk, but I see it and smile. My kitten knows she’s getting fucked at home regardless of which option she chooses. But I am curious if she’ll try to please me by being patient and seeing the sights while we’re here.
“Option two please, Daddy,” she says sweetly, and I stand so she can wrap her legs around my waist. I don’t see any reason for her to walk tonight. By the end of the night, she won’t be able to anyway.
“A wonderful choice, my love,” I say, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.
We wander toward the hall, both knowing we won’t last thirty minutes.
I’m ready to get my wife home and start our weekend activities that we’ve been discussing for a little while now.
An entire weekend together to play, no interruptions.
She shivers in my arms, and I see that she’s caught sight of the first room.
Oh, Kitten. Just you wait.