Epilogue
Ryan
With the Anubis mask fixed in place, I slinked past the glass door of Raven’s business.
My boots thudded down the hall to the room at the end, and I slowly turned the knob.
The door swung open to reveal a dark, empty office, the only light coming from the glow of the city beyond the windows.
Confusion swirled as I stepped inside and looked around.
I was right on time, but she wasn’t here.
My eyes landed on the spot that had been soaked in my father’s blood six months ago.
Good fucking riddance. In the six months since the motherfucker had been dead, I had worked through things with my mom.
All of the hurt hadn’t been erased, but we talked every now and then.
Without his controlling hand, Mom was free to show her love for me.
Something she hadn’t ever been able to do.
It would take time on my end, but I was trying.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out to see a voice message from Raven, a rare occurrence.
I was the one who typically sent voice messages because she loved my voice so much.
I knew immediately she’d gone rogue from the plan we never got to enact on Halloween.
Of course she did. She loved surprising me and being in charge when I was the one who was supposed to be in control.
Smirking, I tapped play.
“Hello darling,” her seductive voice came through the speaker. “Small change of plans. Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to come find me, and when you do, you can have me. You can have me anyway you like. Oh and baby, here’s some motivation.”
Raven’s moans filled the room, and I could hear the sounds of her fingers in her pussy. Goddamn, this woman is getting me at my own game. I had always been attracted to her voice, but she’d never voice-kinked me like this before.
I was already aroused, but as soon as I heard her sweet moans I was fucking steel. I hurried back to the elevator, smiling at the fact that I paid attention to everything this woman said. I knew exactly where she was.
She’d mentioned a few months ago that she wanted to be fucked in other parts of her building after we thoroughly wore out every surface in her office. I jammed the button for the basement.
When the doors opened to the dim loading dock, it took my eyes a second to adjust to the darkness from the bright elevator.
I walked into the large area, surveying for any nook she could be hiding in.
Most of the basement was an open concrete floor, but to the right there were dozens of pallets at least twelve feet tall.
I walked through the maze of plastic wrapped towers until I came to the end of the basement. I rounded the corner of the last pallet beside the concrete wall and was greeted with a sight that almost brought me to my knees.
Raven was perched on a small table that looked like it came from her office.
It definitely didn’t belong in this dingy basement.
She wore a black masquerade mask over her eyes and nose, her hair a stream of obsidian over her shoulders.
Legs spread wide and heels propped on the table, she’d pulled her black lace lingerie to the side and was rubbing her fingers up and down her pussy.
Suddenly thankful for the tiny sliver of light streaming from the other side of the room, I crossed my arms over my chest, my rolled-up cuffs stretching over my forearms.
“What do we have here?” I asked in the Zander voice I knew would make her the wettest. “This wasn’t part of the plan, baby. I was supposed to find you working in your office like a good girl, but here you are being exceptionally bad.”
A corner of her mouth turned up into a mischievous grin. “You love it when I’m bad for you. I have to admit that was fast. I didn’t expect you so soon,” she hurled at me.
My laugh sounded eerie in the large space. “What you failed to remember, Ms. Lovelace, is that I listen and take note of everything you say.”
I lunged for her, only to be speared in the stomach with her heel. I let out a growl and grabbed her ankle.
“He’s so eager.” She yanked free from my grasp and set her foot back on the table and brought her soaked fingers up in offering. “Clean my fingers, baby.”
Without a thought I seized her wrist and drew her middle and ring fingers into my mouth. The mere taste of her had my cock trying to burst from my slacks. I devoured her fingers like it was the last time I would get to savor her.
She pulled her hand away and ripped open my shirt, buttons flying and scattering on the table and floor. Reaching for my pants, she undid my belt and jerked down the zipper. She thought she had taken control of this interaction, but I wasn’t in the mood to be her obedient boy tonight.
I reached out, wrapping my hand around her throat and bringing my face so close the mask brushed her skin.
Her eyes went wide in surprise, and I dropped my voice to the lowest register I could manage.
“I’m in charge tonight. I’m going to use you for what you are, a pussy to fuck.
Your body is for my pleasure, and I’m going to enjoy every second of ruining you. Understood?”
She nodded, but that didn’t satisfy me.
“I’ve told you countless times to use your fucking words.”
“Yes. I understand,” she said, breathless as my fingers dug into the sides of her throat.
I dipped my head to the side, bringing the mask next to her ear. “Say my name, baby. Say you’re mine to use how I please.”
She whimpered at my words. “I’m yours, Zander. Use me. Take what you need,” she panted.
With that she freed the beast inside me that I didn’t let out often. I released her neck and whipped my belt from my jeans. “Put your wrists together,” I commanded.
She didn’t hesitate, and I wound the belt around her outstretched hands, securing the buckle tight enough she couldn’t escape the bind. I pushed my pants and boxers down my thighs, my cock springing free. She tracked every movement and looked at me hungrily, my tip already dripping for her.
I grabbed her hands and slammed them into the wall above her head with one hand as I fisted my cock with the other.
I rubbed the head up and down her soaked pussy before positioning myself at her entrance.
I looked into her heavy-lidded eyes as I rammed into her, losing myself in her sweet body as I had so many times before.
It would never be enough. No matter how many times I had her, it wouldn’t satiate the fire always burning inside me for the perfect woman beneath me. I thrusted fast, picking up a rhythm as she cried out.
“Fuck, Zander…” she moaned. “Can I? I need to, please,” she moaned as my own release built on the horizon.
Her begging was never something I could withstand.
When she begged, I always gave in. I reached down between us and circled her clit with my thumb as I picked up my pace.
Pressure built at the base of my spine as she came undone, screaming so loudly I let her wrists go and slipped my hand over her mouth.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” I moaned as she clenched around me. I spilled inside her as her pussy fluttered, claiming her with every drop.
I ripped off the mask and set it beside her on the table, then unbuckled her wrists. Dropping my forehead down to hers, I reached up and cupped her cheek with my hand. When our breathing returned to normal, I dropped a kiss on her lips.
“I love you,” I said, wiping her damp hair out of her face.
She smiled up at me. “I love you, too,” she answered as her face grew mischievous. “So is this a good time to ask you to move in?”
I threw my head back and laughed. “You can ask me anything, anytime, and I’ll probably say yes.”
Kissing her once more as she giggled, I slid out of her and buttoned myself back up. I scooped her off the table and led her to the elevator. We stepped on, and she nestled herself into my arms and looked up at me, her emerald eyes shining against the black mask.
“You had your fun tonight, but the next time you’re going to have to be a good boy and beg for it.”
I pulled her closer. “Anything for you, baby.”
THE END