Epilogue
Belle
T his had better not be some sort of anti-monarchy plot,” Julian teases .
He’s walking ahead of me down a private hall at the palace, blindfolded. It’s behind several locked doors that only we have the keys to — and it’s a good thing, because all I’ve got on is strategically painted liquid latex, nipple clamps swaying between my breasts .
“Yes, I’m playing the long con,” I tease right back. “I married you and had your child just so I could push you off a ledge while wearing almost nothing .”
“Tell me more about what you’re wearing,” he growls .
I lean in, on my tiptoes, until my lips are at the back of his neck .
“Not much,” I whisper .
My husband just growls in response, and I push him lightly between the shoulder blades, my wedding and engagement ring sparkling in the light .
I lead him down the hall to a door, take a deep breath, and open it, pulling him through. Inside is a dungeon twice the size of the one he had, filled with everything I could possibly think of and a few things I’d never imagined .
All discreetly purchased, of course. I know full well that the future king and queen of Griskold can’t be known for being a couple of perverts, but Mrs. Agnes Schmidt of Loverness — my invented identity — is on every dirty mailing list in Europe .
There’s an enormous bed with latex sheets, of course. Two different spanking benches, stocks, harnesses, something simply called a ‘fucking chair,’ a sex swing, and the ceiling is crisscrossed with metal bars so he can chain me up anywhere he wants .
Plus, there’s plenty of room for improvement — anything else that might strike his fancy .
I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. I didn’t tell him anything about this, didn’t even mention this birthday present to him, and now I’m a little nervous .
What if none of this is what he wants? What if he would have wanted to put his own dungeon together instead ?
Before we came, I lit the whole space with hundreds of flickering candles, mostly white, and they cast an eerie ambience into the room .
We stop in the center, surrounded by BDSM equipment, my heart beating hard .
I turn to face him .
“Belle,” he says, just a hint of a smile in his voice. “Where are we ?”
“Well, it used to be a storage room,” I demure. “I had lots of old carpets moved out of here .”
“And what is it now?” he asks .
I have a feeling that he already suspects the answer. Already I can see the faint outline of his cock through his pants, hardening with every moment .
I get on my knees in front of him, pussy already drooling with anticipation. Now I’m eye level with his cock, and just like always, it’s nearly all I can think about .
I reach forward, unzip his suit pants softly. Julian growls, one hand on my head, his fingers locking in my hair as I reach into his boxers and his magnificent cock springs out, rock-hard and thick .
“Take your blindfold off,” I whisper, and it flutters to the ground next to me just as I slide the head of his cock into my mouth, savoring the droplet of salty-sweet gathering at the tip .
Julian groans, fingers tight in my hair .
“Jesus, Belle,” he murmurs. “This is fucking perfect .”
I slide my lips down his cock slowly, my tongue working against the underside until he hits the back of my mouth .
“ You’re fucking perfect,” he growls .
His breathing quickens slightly and he shifts a little, like he’s looking around. I slide my lips back, teasing, fighting lightly against the hand in my hair .
“I don’t even know what to use first,” he says, breathing rough. “I could put you on the St. Andrew’s cross, spread your legs, watch your honey drip down your thighs while I whip you. Would you like that ?”
I suck hard on the tip of his cock, lavishing it with my tongue .
“Or I could tie you up on that fuck chair,” he says. “I’d tie you up, put a vibrator in your pretty little pussy, and then sit back and watch while I edged you for as long as I liked .”
I whimper against his cock, pushing my mouth back down. This time his hand is firm in my hair, and when he hits the back of my mouth I swallow, opening my throat, and look up at him even as the tears gather in my eyes .
Julian’s breathing hard, his thick chest puffing in and out as my lips hit the fabric of his jeans, his enormous cock completely down my throat, his hand holding me there, powerless .
“Or I could bend you over that bench, tie you down and fuck you in every hole,” he murmurs. “You deserve a reward for this beautiful room, Belle .”
I swallow again, the muscles of my throat moving against his stiff cock, and he groans again .
“I love you,” he says, pulling back on my hair .
His cock is out of my mouth so fast that I cough, but then he’s on his knees too, right in front of me. He wipes a tear from my face with his thumb, and I look into his good eye .
“I love you,” he whispers, kissing me even though I know I taste like him. “I love that you’re my wife. I love that you’re a wonderful mother to my child. I love that you let me share my life with you .”
I put one hand on his shoulder, surprised at this sudden gentle moment .
“I love you too,” I whisper. Normally this happens after a sex, when I’m still coming down from my high, out of subspace, when my body is still twitching after coming five times in a row .
“You know what else I love?” he asks, his hand still tender on my face .
“That I love getting spanked as much as you love spanking me?” I tease .
Julian smiles .
“You do know,” he says, reaching between my legs with one hand, drawing his fingers from my wet pussy to my clit, making me inhale sharply .
“Show me,” I whisper. “Please, sir, show me how much you love me .”
He does .
The End