Epilogue
Killian
Six months Later
T he Red Room was packed tonight. I stared down at Willa’s blonde head as she stood in front of me, waiting for her friend to arrive. My arms wrapped around her slim waist, unable to tolerate physical distance between us if we were in the same place. I always had to have a hand on her wherever we were. She thought it was barbaric, but I didn’t care, and I knew it turned her on.
With her standing in front of me, I could smell the scent of her shampoo and feel her sexy body pressed against me. I glided my fingertips across the exposed flesh of her lower belly, putting me at ease. Having her in my arms served two purposes. It allowed me to have my hands on her, which I always craved, and it also sent a very clear signal to all the other swinging dicks in here that she was absolutely off limits.
She looked fucking hot tonight. So hot that we almost never made it here. She was wearing a short, plaid skirt and a white button-down shirt tied at her waist and her hair in a cute little ponytail. Classic schoolgirl shit.
The minute I saw her, I flipped her over the bed and spanked her, accusing her of trying to give every guy in the club a hard-on. Then I fucked her. Hard. As I pounded into her, I made her promise she was mine over and over again. The only reason I still let her wear it is because she was practically still dripping in my come.
“Who’s coming again?” I buried my face in her neck as I waited for her to answer. I already knew it was her friend Vanessa, but I loved teasing her and watching her chest heave in aggravation.
She whirled in my arms, hands on her curvy hips, her sky-blue eyes narrowed, and her chest heaving pleasingly. Gorgeous. “You know who it is.”
I shot her a smirk and pulled her against me. “Yes, it’s your friend. Veronica.” I was a little concerned that Willa’s friend being here would interfere with my plans for her tonight. A clingy, nervous friend was a real boner killer.
She slapped my arm and smiled. “Vanessa. You need to be nice to her, she’s going through a hard time right now. As I told you before, her ex, Jeff, was a total asshole to her throughout their whole relationship, then had the nerve to cheat on her. I knew he was bad news. Remember when I said he was bad news?”
“Yes, I remember,” I said indulgently, enjoying watching her get so animated over something so trivial.
“He was always so mean.”
I cocked my head. “Was he ever mean to you?” Anger started to build at the idea of some college asshole being a dick to my girl. Nobody got to be mean to her. Except me, but she liked my kind of mean.
“Oh, no. Not really. He was sort of a jerk, in general, not to me specifically. I never knew what she saw in him.” She was quick to pacify me. She knew what I’d been thinking.
An unwilling smile crossed my lips. “Some girls like mean guys. In fact, I remember a certain girl who had a man kidnap and whip her, then she spread her sexy legs for him and let him fuck her sweet, tight pussy.”
She gasped, her cheeks flooding with color. I loved shocking her with dirty talk. It always made her blush. “Killian, Jesus Christ, you don’t have to say it like that! And that was a case of mistaken identity! Remember? It doesn’t count.”
I grinned. Fuck yes, I remember. Something in my chest kicked at her impassioned defense of my indefensible behavior. One day, this girl was going to realize I was a motherfucker. Hopefully it wouldn’t be for a long, long time. “Maybe tonight we can recreate the day we met. I can strap you to the cross, flog this sexy ass, then maybe fuck it.”
Her cheeks continued to redden, but she fucking loved every suggestion. Craved every depraved thing I did to her sexy little body. Her hand started to slide down my chest, obviously making its way to my cock, when a voice chirped behind her.
“Hi, Will!”
Fucking Vanessa.
Willa whirled around. “Vanessa! I’m so glad you’re here.” Willa pulled her in for a tight hug. “You look amazing! Doesn’t she look amazing, Killian?”
Vanessa was a very pretty girl. She’d have no problem picking someone up with her long, dark brown hair and wide, blue-violet, eyes. Her skin was pale, making her almost look like a doll, but her full mouth almost pushed her closer to the blow-up variety. Her body was being well-displayed in a crimson, velvet corset top with straps over her shoulders and a short, tight black skirt.
Yeah, I’d have plenty of time to fuck Willa with her friend wearing that outfit.
“She looks great,” I said dutifully.
Willa graced me with a bright smile, making me want to drag her away to my room downstairs. Would I ever tire of this girl? I’d just fucked her before coming here and I was already desperate to have her again. I didn’t think this need for her would ever diminish. Some days, I found myself astonished how my life had changed. I always thought relationships were a trap, a shackle, a hassle, a headache. Drama and bitching and demands.
But Willa wasn’t like that. She was sweet and funny and fun to be with. She was smart and creative, filling our space with hundreds of pictures. No moment of our lives went undocumented by her camera. I converted an extra bedroom in my apartment into a studio space with a dark room. I still smile when I remember how she thanked me for that. She was also fucking sexy and adventurous, allowing me to do any number of unspeakable things to her body for my pleasure, and hers.
Willa whirled back around to Vanessa. “See?” Vanessa shot me a grateful smile. Did she really not think she was attractive? Had her ex brainwashed her that much?
“Well, if it isn’t Will and Kill,” Cullen’s voice came from behind us, using the stupid nicknames he always called us.
Ever since he explained his guilt about Mac, he had made peace with Willa. At first, they only had an uneasy truce, with her being jumpy and anxious when he was around. I could tell that he felt like shit that he’d scared her so much at the beginning, so he made a real effort to befriend her.
Of course, Willa being about the nicest person alive, couldn’t hold a grudge for shit. It was a good fucking thing, too, because his efforts to win her over had been starting to bug the shit out of me. Now they were like brother and sister.
“Hey, Cullen, this is my friend, Vanessa.”
Vanessa stared at Cullen, her mouth nearly dropping open. I could see why she was staring. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of tight, faded jeans. Cullen’s broad, muscled chest was a tapestry of tattoos and, quite frankly, bullet and knife wounds. Women went fucking crazy for him. I didn’t mind Vanessa staring, but Willa’s appreciative gaze was starting to grate.
He shot Vanessa a charming grin. “Hey, Vanessa. Nice to meet you.”
“Where the fuck is your shirt?” I asked.
“Jealous, bro?” I rolled my eyes. “Ophelia needed help moving bottles of liquor and one of them opened and spilled on me. I couldn’t stay in a wet shirt.”
“Whatever.” I put my hand over Willa’s eyes to block her view, but she just laughed and pulled my hand away.
Logan hired a female manager, Ophelia Buck. Ophelia was super weird, into all that hippy, new age shit. But she was a hell of a manager and had an MBA from Booth School of Business at the University of Chicago. They argued a lot but seemed to respect each other. I gave it about a month before Logan fucked her. Or at least tried.
Logan was still pissed about what happened with Martin, even though, with Willa’s help, he got his money back. I still remember the incredulous look on the face of the young family who lived in Willa’s old house when we told them we needed to dig in the backyard for Martin’s journal. They may have given more pushback if Logan’s glowering presence hadn't been there.
Martin was now sitting in prison on numerous charges ranging from murder to embezzlement. Cara had gotten a reduced sentence for testifying against Martin. She had a rich daddy to bail her out. After everything got sorted, we found out that Martin had been keeping tabs on our investigation through Logan and Cara. After Martin told Lily we were staking out her apartment, it was just a matter of her luring Willa there and getting her to stay long enough for one of our guys to contact me and Cullen. We were infuriated that our grief had made us so careless, but as I looked down at my beautiful Willa, how could I stay angry?
“Cullen, it’s Vanessa’s first time here. Why don’t you show her around?”
Cullen’s eyes brightened with predatory heat. Oh, he wanted to fuck Willa’s friend. Vanessa’s face held a look that was a cross between excitement and terror. “My pleasure. Vanessa?”
He held out a hand to her and she nervously took it.
“Go on, he won’t bite,” Willa innocently encouraged.
“Well, actually…” Cullen started.
Vanessa gave a little chuckle and allowed him to escort her to the other areas of the club.
“You know he’s going to hit on her, right?”
Willa gave a mischievous little smile that had my dick straining to get at her. “Of course. She’s super hot and he’s a dog. I figured she might like a little no strings attached fun. I know Cullen doesn’t want a relationship and Vanessa has sworn them off for at least six months.”
I shook my head at her meddling. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
She gave me an impish smile. “Of course, I do.”
Fuck, I loved her. She was so fucking adorable and sexy I could barely stand it.
“Come on,” I said, roughly and pulled her toward one of the more private play nooks. I’d still never played publicly with Willa. I didn’t want all those lecherous assholes to see her sweet pussy, hear her moans, watch her come.
No. Fuck no.
“What are you doing?”
I flashed her a heated smile. “Kidnapping you.”
Her laughter was like wind chimes as it floated up to me. “You can’t kidnap the willing.”
I turned and gave her a dark stare. “You’re supposed to be pretending, Willa.”
She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. She was horrible at role play. I jokingly play acted with her all the time—marauding pirate, lusty boss, punishing headmaster—but it always ended with her gales of laughter, then her moans of surrender. Her little schoolgirl outfit tonight was in deference to one of those joking scenes. And had nearly given me cardiac arrest.
“Right, sorry. Oh my god, I’m being kidnapped,” she said without much inflection.
I shot her a deadpan look and she shrugged. “I’m a bad actor.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart, you’re good at a lot of other things.”
She flushed and shot me an adorably pleased smile. Fuck, she was hot. “Take off your shirt,” I ordered, and she eagerly complied. Fuck, her body was beautiful—smooth, soft and pale. Her skin took impact beautifully and sometimes I’d spend long minutes just staring at the marks I’d left on her body.
I grabbed her and strapped her to the St. Andrew’s Cross while she put up the paltriest of resistance. “Oh no, help me.”
I gave her two heavy swats on the ass. “Stop your terrible acting, captive, it’s distracting me.”
She wasn’t laughing anymore. She was groaning in pain. “Damn, you hit hard.”
“I know.”
All shackled up and looking sexy as hell, she stared back at me over her shoulder, true worry blossoming on her gorgeous face. “What are you going to do?” She looked as fearful as a true captive and it turned my dick to stone.
I leaned and whispered in her ear. “Everything I did to you before, minus the bull whip. We don’t have the space to wield it.” Not that I’d had any intention to use it. It was way too much for Willa. She didn’t have the tolerance for the bullwhip and wouldn’t enjoy that kind of pain.
She relaxed for a moment, but then tensed again. “Caning?”
“Definitely caning.”
She gave me an exaggerated pout which earned her another two spanks.
“Ow,” she squealed. “Are we starting with the flogger?” she asked with eagerness. She’d gotten more familiar with the impact toys since we’d been together, the flogger being a particular favorite of hers.
I didn’t answer, just let the tassels of the flogger trail against the pinkened skin of her ass. She tensed slightly as the leather stroked her sensitive skin. I watched her closely and the minute she relaxed, I landed the first strike.
She jumped and groaned, but as I landed blow after blow, her ocean blue eyes became glassy and limpid. I made sure to rub her soaking wet pussy frequently enough that she was practically flying by the time I finished, a small smile on her beautiful mouth, her ass glowing red hot.
“You like that, beautiful?” I rubbed her scorched skin, knowing my rough hands added to the sensation, the confusing and captivating intertwining of pleasure and pain. She hadn’t come, but she was beautifully blissed out.
“Mhm,” she said, as I tugged her head back by the ponytail, kissing her deeply. I kissed her constantly, as though the years I’d deprived myself needed to be made up for. Our tongues twined as she groaned and squirmed, her need for orgasm starting to build.
I grabbed the cane. Even though I knew it hurt like hell, I fucking loved cane marks on her ass. I rubbed my hand against her ass, then slid my fingers inside her, then rubbed her clit until she was on the verge of coming. She writhed and twisted, trying to get my fingers to finish what they started. I spanked her twice for her trouble.
“Please, Killian,” she moaned.
She was ready for the cane.
I lifted my arm and slammed the cane down on her ass, landing one neat, blazing red stripe on her bottom.
Willa howled, and I hastily slid my fingers to her clit, circling it and pinching it lightly. Her body relaxed, once again confused by the clash of agony and bliss storming her system. God, I couldn’t wait to sink my cock in her.
I landed another strike that brought her to her toes, pulling her out of her cocoon of pleasure, but repeated the same process, this time shoving my fingers inside her, rubbing heavily against her g-spot.
“One more strike Willa, and it’s going to be my cock in there,” I whispered hotly in her ear.
She groaned, but I couldn’t tell if it was out of dread for the last hit with the cane or desire for my dick. Maybe both.
I stared at the two precise lines I’d already made, my cock swelling behind my zipper, and I raised my arm, landing the last strike. Willa let loose a wail of distress while I hastily unzipped and pulled out my weeping cock.
I grabbed her hips, pulling them back far enough to get access to her pussy and slammed my cock inside, my fingers sliding around her front to bracket her clit. Her cries of agony descended into moans of pleasure as I pounded inside her, my eyes glued to my marks on her ass, possessiveness screaming through my veins like a banshee.
I could feel her muscles start to tighten, her pussy strangling my cock like a vice. I slid my hands up to her nipples, pulling and pinching. Maybe I should have her get her nipples pierced. They took a while to heal, but fuck, they’d look sexy. My dick gave an enthusiastic jerk inside her in support of the idea.
Fuck, I needed her to come.
The fingers of one hand stayed clamped on her nipple while the other hand slid back down her between her legs. I gave her clit a vicious pinch and started pounding inside of her. Within moments, Willa was going off like a bottle rocket.
“Oh my god,” she screamed, her head dropping forward, her body spasming as ecstasy ribboned through her body. The rippling of her pussy quickly had my balls tightening as pleasure surged from the base of my spine.
“Fuck, little girl, going to fill you with my come,” I gritted out, thrusting deep and unloading jet after jet inside her as I sank my teeth into the juncture of her shoulder and neck. My hips moved as my hands roamed her body, needing to put my touch on her everywhere.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered and dropped my head on her shoulder, feeling completely wiped out. I carefully pulled out, disturbingly gratified to see drops of my come clinging to her pussy.
Sometimes, I thought I was really fucking crazy for how possessive I acted with Willa, the pleasure I received from seeing all the ways I marked her as my territory. But it filled me with such a bone deep satisfaction, I ended up not giving a fuck.
I quickly released her from the restraints and grabbed a towel to clean her up. She fell against me, her slight body practically dead weight as I sat with her in my lap. I grabbed the nearby blanket and draped it on her, knowing her body needed it as it came down off the high it was on.
She lifted her head and gave me a sleepy smile of appreciation that had my heart squeezing in my chest. How did I ever con this beautiful, amazing woman to be with me?
“You feeling good, baby?” I murmured, rubbing her cheek.
“Mhm,” she replied dreamily.
I couldn’t help but take her mouth, that sexy pouting mouth. I kissed her for several long minutes, my tongue swirling and diving to the deepest recesses of her mouth.
I released her sexy mouth, overcome with affection for her. “I love you, Willa. You have no idea how much.” I’d said it to her before, but saying it still sounded strange to my ears.
She gave me a joyful smile. Her hand came up to touch my cheek. “I love you, too. I’m so glad you accidentally kidnapped me.”
I had no idea all those months ago that when I kidnapped Willa, I was never going to let her go. But that’s exactly what happened. This little slip of a girl, who had a talent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, had wormed her way inside my skin so deep, I was never going to get her out. And I didn’t want to.
The End