Epilogue
T he space buzzed with anticipation as our fourth annual fundraiser began.
The tradition that began with Jardel and Solange’s idea had grown into a yearly affair.
Every member was spruced up in their best kinky black tie attire, beautiful gowns with nods to their particular kinks and sharp tuxes.
Tonight was a night of celebration. The theme was Black Excellence, with black table linens and touches of silver and white shining in the space.
We had grown so large, we had to move the event to a hotel this year.
“Welcome all to our fourth annual fundraiser! Tonight we’re raising funds for the Grace Collective Foundation, which will be feeding two thousand children in our county who rely on school lunches during the week and don’t have an alternative over the weekends.
The foundation is also working on a new affordable daycare center for the community.
Everything we raise today will be going to their worthy causes. ”
Gisele stood resplendent in a showstopping black satin gown that clung to her curves like a dream.
The fabric shimmered with a subtle sheen, ghosting over her hips and cascading to the floor in a dramatic, fluid silhouette.
Wide shoulder straps framed her bare back, where the dress dipped daringly low to reveal smooth mahogany skin.
But it was the over-sized bow at the base of her spine—structured, sensual, and unapologetically bold—that stole my breath when she came down the stairs of our home.
With long trailing sashes that swept behind her like a regal train, she elegantly proclaimed herself the queen of Q’s Space and of my heart.
“Now without further ado, my wonderful husband, Master, and most importantly my best friend, Master Jo?o!
I pressed my palm to my chest, slow and deliberate. Her gaze caught it mid-breath, and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just us. Her lashes dipped—barely—but it was enough. She felt it. She always did.
To this day, she was the only one to call me that; to everyone else, I was Master Q. But with Gisele, I had reconnected with myself. With the man that loved this lifestyle, that built community in the face of adversity, who was always looking for that twin soul to walk the path with me.
Our fingers interlocked and in front of the bright lights and all our guests, I dipped Gisele, gaining a surprised gasp from her.
Oh, how I fucking loved surprising her still after all these years.
My lips tasted her sweet, lush mouth and I savored her tongue against mine.
The hubbub of the crowd became distant as I lost myself in paradise.
“Oh my God…” Gisele whispered once our lips separated.
“Nah, it’s just me, Paraiso. It’s just me.”