Epilogue
Being with Matt and living with him are two very different things, I’m learning.
While he’s hands down the biggest supporter of my streaming, he’s also so obsessed with me that watching from the sidelines feels like a form of torture for him.
I catch him hovering in the doorway, jaw tight, green eyes flicking between me and the camera, like he’s trying to memorise every twitch, every glance, every tiny reaction.
“Matt,” I sigh, swatting at his arm, “I’m not going to fall off the couch or set the laptop on fire. You can breathe.”
“I am breathing,” he grumbles, though the slight quiver in his jaw as he takes in the still from last night’s stream says otherwise. “It’s just… seeing you like this—it’s maddening. I wish you’d let me join every stream.”
I tilt my head, smiling, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Maddening? Really? Because it looks like you’re loving every second. And we’ve been through this. Special guest? Absolutely. Regular co-star? Not happening.”
He groans, pressing his forehead to mine, voice low, teasing, and a little unhinged. “I hate you. And yes. I love you. But mostly I hate you.”
“Good. That’s the emotional spectrum I like my boyfriend to cover,” I tease. “You’ll need to be on your toes if you’re joining me next time, though. I have… ideas.”
Matt freezes, eyebrows shooting up. “Ideas?”
“Oh, yes,” I purr, leaning closer so my lips brush the shell of his ear. “Very naughty ideas. But also… a little humiliating for you. Don’t get too cocky.”
He growls, grabbing my wrist, holding my hand against his chest. “You are literally impossible.”
“And you love it,” I whisper, smirking. “Every torturous second of.”
He huffs, shaking his head, but I can feel the heat of his laugh against me. “Maybe. But only because I know at the end of the day, you’re mine.”
I press my forehead to his, smiling, heart full. “Good. Because I plan to be here a long, long time. Streaming, laughing, making you suffer… forever.”
“And I’ll be right here, ready to suffer for you.” He rasps, voice low with need and adoration. “Always.”
I shift in front of the mirror, tugging the sleek leather of my bodysuit into place, the way it hugs every curve making me feel dangerous, untouchable, and completely, utterly me.
The cutouts where my breasts spill over and the slit between my legs just add to the steady pulse of need building inside me.
The cat mask settles over my eyes, and suddenly the reflection staring back at me isn’t just Lily—it’s the woman behind Lily’s Loves, a little wicked, and in full control.
Matt’s behind me, shirtless, leather trousers tight, a blindfold covering his eyes. I can see his hands flexing at his sides as if he’s already anticipating every move I might make.
“Turn around,” I murmur, voice low, teasing, and my fingers trail down the zipper of my bodysuit for effect.
He doesn’t move. Instead, he growls, low and rough, the sound sliding straight down my spine and making my pulse jump.
“I’m not going to cheat and peek, Lil’. Not a chance,” he says. “You know it’d ruin the surprise.”
I laugh softly, turning on my heel to face him. “I haven’t even started yet,” I murmur. “Your surprise is far more than just this. As much as having you blindfolded, dressed in leather and very, very exposed is a nice treat.”
Matt swallows hard. I see it in the flex of his jaw, hear it in the hitch of his breath. He’s fighting to stay composed, but I know him too well. Between the blindfold and the fact that his Points tattoo is on full display, there’s nowhere for him to hide.
He’s tense, on edge as he waits.
And knowing I did that to him—knowing how undone he already is—is delicious.
“You’re terrible,” he groans.
“Terrible?” I step closer, letting the tips of my fingers brush over his chest, skimming the line of his abs. “I prefer enticing. Or irresistible, dangerous even. After all, you’re about to learn exactly how it feels to be at my mercy.”
He groans, and I can feel him shiver even through the leather and blindfold. “Lil’…”
“Yes?” I whisper, tilting my head, eyes glinting behind the cat mask. “Are you ready to play? Because I have so many ideas.”
Matt doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, I hear him shift, flex, the faintest growl leaving his chest. “Always,” he breathes. “Always ready for you.”
I smirk, circling him like a predator. “Good. Because tonight, this isn’t about streaming. Tonight, it’s just us. Masks, leather… and a little bit of pain. You’re going to love it. And tomorrow, when you see the video? You’ll want to do it all over again, I promise.”
His hands reach out instinctively, searching for me, brushing along the curve of my hip. “Lil’, I—”
“You’ll learn,” I whisper, stepping so close he can feel my heat against him. “I’ll teach you everything… and you won’t be able to resist a thing.”
Stepping away, I turn on my camera, checking the lighting and angle before walking back over to my blindfolded boyfriend. He might tower over me, wield a gun seven days a week, and be the son of a Mafia enforcer, but tonight he’s at my mercy.
I press a soft kiss to his chest, smiling under my mask. “Let’s play, Matt. Just you and me.”
He exhales sharply, voice rough, low, full of need. “Lead the way.”
“First I have a little… present for you. Be a good boy and unzip for me.” I stroke his chest, feeling the rise and fall of it under my palm as he hurries to comply. Reaching for the little box on our bed, I slip free my new toy, holding it up to the camera with a conspiring look.
Reaching for his dick, I quickly slip the ring on before he gets hard. It fits snugly behind his balls and makes slipping the metal cage over his dick that much easier.
“Is that a cock cage?” he asks, shock coating his words as he reaches down to feel his trapped dick, letting out a whimper when he realises just what kind of night I have planned for us.
“It sure is. I need to trust you can be a good boy for me tonight. And how can I expect you to be good with this silly thing ruling you?” I taunt him, walking behind him, and reaching around to tweak his nipples. He lets out a curse, but doesn't stop me; if anything, he leans back into my hold.
“Now. The first thing I need from you is for you to kneel, think you can do that?” He dips his chin, folding to his knees like it’s second nature. As if lowering himself for me is as easy as breathing.
“Such a good boy. Doesn't he look so handsome on his knees?” I muse, walking around him and running my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly to get a reaction out of him. Standing in front of him, I tip his chin up, running my finger over his bottom lip.
“I think it’s about time we put this mouth to good use.” Threading my fingers through his hair, I guide his face closer to my core. With a groan, he wraps his hands around my hips before darting his tongue out to wet his lower lip.
“Please let me have a taste,” he begs, running his nose along my inner thigh, nudging my legs further apart with his shoulders to make room for himself. Using my hold on him, I pull him back, looking down at him, so utterly wrecked, and we haven’t even begun.
“Stick your tongue out,” I demand, and when he does, I wink at the camera before spitting on his tongue. “Now swallow.”
He does as he’s told, sticking his tongue out for more with a greedy little whimper.
“Now you can taste me.” The second the words pass my lips, he’s on me like a starving man. I let out a yelp as his mouth closes in on my clit, sucking hard with a hungry groan.
“Bite my clit,” I moan.
“What?” he rasps, trying to pull back.
“I said. Bite. My. Fucking. Clit.” I demand, letting out a gasp when, with a groan, he does just that. The sensation is almost too much; my vision goes white around the edges as my back arches, my body trying desperately to drive me closer to him.
“Oh my God, Matt,” I cry out, letting go of him, to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers. “More. Give me more.”
He hums against me, the vibrations doing sinful things to my already sensitive clit as he uses his mouth to bring me more pleasure than I ever thought possible.
“Right there,” I beg, as he plunges two fingers inside, curling them just so as my body spins out of control.
“How does it feel? Knowing I’m about to come all over your face and you can’t even get hard right now,” I taunt him, and in return, he digs his blunt nails into my hips hard enough to add a fresh spark of pain, just enough to send me hurtling into pleasure as it quakes through me from my head to my toes.
I love this man.
And not just because he’s letting me cage up his cock, dressing up in leather, and letting me dominate him on camera.
Not even simply because he makes me come harder than I ever have before.
No, I love him for all the quiet ways he supports me.
Loves me. And the way he’s so assured in his masculinity that doing something like this doesn't even faze him.
Using my grip on his hair, I guide him to his feet, so he’s standing in front of me. Even with our height difference, there’s no doubting who’s in control tonight as I reach between us to palm his cock.
“Please, I want to feel you,” he whimpers, cock giving a feeble twitch between us.
“Hmm. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet,” I tease him, giving his balls one last squeeze before dropping them. Turning to look at the camera, I cock my head to the side and ask the future audience, “What do you think? Should I free him? Or should he crawl first?”
Before the words are even out of my lips, there’s a soft thud behind me as Matt drops to his knees. Looking back at him, blindfolded, clad in leather with his cock locked away, I’m tempted to say fuck it. But the idea of having him crawling to me recorded is to fucking hot to pass up.
Padding over to the bed, I take a seat at the edge.