Epilogue
“Baldo,” Brook cries out.
She arches her back, goosebumps peppering her silky skin. God, she’s so responsive. My cock is painfully hard, but I’m not turning this into a quick fuck.
Holding the ice cube between my teeth, I trace her torso inch by inch. She tenses, straining against the soft ropes on her wrists and ankles.
Tied to our bed, she’s blindfolded, and her face is flushed after the two orgasms I teased out of her already.
A film of sweat covers her body, but the ice cube contrasts the hot sensation, driving her crazy by the way she is thrashing. Trying to escape my touch while seeking it at the same time.
“Just feel, baby, let me take care of you.” I circle her nipple with the fast-melting cube.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I’m feeling frustration, mostly.” But a moan eats her snarl when I drop the cube between her folds. She pants. “Please, please, oh God.”
“I’ll continue until your only vocabulary is my name.”
“But—” This time my lips swallow her protest.
How I stayed away from kissing her for so long is beyond me. But the idea of Brook being the only woman I’ve ever kissed, and the only woman I will ever kiss, makes me swell with love, and unhealthy pride.
She was mine then.
She’s mine now.
And she’ll be mine forever.
“Would you like to come, wife?” I caress my cheeks against her, ready to blow just from the scent of her. The feel of her. The sound of her.
“Yes, yes,” she says greedily, thrashing again.
“Shh, baby. Stop it before you hurt yourself.” I run my hand up her arm to check that the restraint isn’t digging too deep.
She whimpers, but stills.
“Good girl. And now tell me if you want to come all over my fingers, my face, or my cock.”
She swallows. “For fuck’s sake, Baldo, fuck me.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” I spank her pussy.
She gasps and bucks. “On your cock. I want to come on your cock.”
I capture her lips, quickly untie her legs, yank them over my shoulders and bury myself deep inside her.
“Fuck,” we cry out in unison.
I pull out and slide right back in. My eyes drop to the vision of the woman beneath me. And suddenly it’s not enough.
As much as my dick weeps in protest, I leave the heat of her. Brook groans and kicks with her leg, surely trying to hit me.
I make a quick work of her hand ties and pull away her blindfold. She blinks a few times while I lower myself back to her entrance.
This time I watch her as I plunge in, our eyes locked. I move with love, with all the adoration I feel for this woman.
With awe.
With reverence.
With commitment.
Grateful that my years-long obsession is now more. Mine.
* * *
Opening night starts with a line two blocks long in front of my new and first American club.
Celebrities and media fill the VIP area. The dance floor is teeming with moving bodies, the liquor flows.
“Congratulations, boss. What a fucking success.” Chloe fist punches my biceps playfully.
“It’s teamwork. If you didn’t step in with Europe and Asia, it wouldn’t have happened.”
“Does that mean you’re staying here permanently?”
“We agreed to travel back and forth, spending months in Lisbon and parts of the year here.”
“It makes sense, especially with the Miami location on the horizon.”
“Busy times, Chloe.”
“So much fun.” She claps her hands. “So where is Brook?”
I asked my wife to come later, when I won’t be too busy putting out all the fires of the night like this, but my eyes have been scanning for her for the past hour. “She should be here any minute.”
“Oh, there she is.”
Brook and her friends step down the stairs leading to the main room, and I swear the music stops for a moment as everyone looks their way.
The three of them are certainly showstoppers, but my eyes remain on my wife, who’s wearing a white dress à la Marilyn Monroe. My jaw tenses.
As if we’re somehow connected, she spots me immediately among the hundreds of people. It helps that I’m at the mezzanine, looking down.
She smiles and says something to her friends before she makes her way to me.
She only needs to walk up a flight of stairs, but with people roaming around, she progresses slowly. But not for a second does she break our eye contact.
My cock loves that dress.
Me not so much.
“What are you wearing?” I growl when she reaches me.
She rolls her eyes and laughs. “Your face…” She looks at my crotch. “And your dick say you love the dress.” She cups my nape and pulls me to her. Her breath hot by my ear, she whispers, “Every time someone admires me tonight, just remember you’re the only man in the room who knows I’m not wearing panties, and the only man who takes this dress off later.”
“Can’t be soon enough,” I grumble, and she laughs, unfazed by my caveman spiel.
“Congratulations, love. The place is spectacular, which I already knew, but it’s fucking packed.” She tugs me down for a kiss.
“It is fucking packed.”
“I’m proud of you.”
God, this woman. “I love you.”
“Will you dance with me?”
“Maybe later. Do you want to come and schmooze the VIPs with me?”
“Sure. Lead the way.”
“Before we go, I’ve got something for you.” I take her hand and lead her to one of the bars, where I retrieve a little box I’ve hidden there.
“What is it?”
I pull out a delicate golden cuff bracelet I got on my way to the club today. After our vigorous session of sex this morning, I discovered rope marks on her right wrist. She laughed it off, but I couldn’t shake it.
I clasp it around her wrist. “I hope you used the lotion I left for you.”
“After you applied it like a hundred times? Yes, I did.” She rolls her eyes, and then admires the bracelet. “I love it. Thank you.”
I kiss her, and we spend another four hours schmoozing, drinking, and even some dancing. I don’t think I’ve ever danced in my own club. Or any club, for that matter.
Handing Brook a drink, I lean in to kiss her neck. “Where are your friends?”
“I’m here” Saar appears by our side.
“Hey.” Brook hugs her, both women wiggling to the music. “Where is Celeste?”
Saar nods at the bar, where Celeste is in an animated conversation with a familiar dude.
“Is that your brother?” Brook sounds excited.
“Yeah, the dinner before I went to Europe was a bust, but I thought I’d nudge them a bit before she really leaves.”
“They look like they are arguing.”
“I know, but Cal has been on this strange mission to correct as many of our father’s mistakes as possible, and he thinks helping Celeste after Dad fucked her over might be good for both of them.”
“What did your father do to her?” I frown, lost in the conversation.
Brook turns to me. “Saar’s father wanted to hurt Paris, and Celeste was one of the casualties of their feud. I’ll explain later, but she can’t get a job in the city and is about to lose her visa.”
“Not sure she wants your brother”s help,” I say as Celeste throws her drink into his face and walks away.
“Oh, what happened, I missed it.” Saar cranes her neck.
Brook squeezes my hand but looks sideways at her friend. “Are you okay? You’ve been distracted all night.”
Saar purses her lips into a straight line. “Some work issues, but nothing to worry about. I’ll be okay.” She turns to me. “Great job, Baldo, congratulations. I almost regret I didn’t agree to get involved.”
“You still can.” Corm’s voice comes from behind me.
Saar’s nostrils flare. “On second thought, I’m glad I stayed away. I better go find Celeste.”
“She really hates me,” Corm mutters and follows her.
“This night was eventful without all this. I’m calling an emergency breakfast meeting for tomorrow.” Brook chuckles.
“Do you want to go and check on Celeste?”
“No need, she’s dancing already. I’ll get the scoop tomorrow, but I’ll check on them both before we leave.”
I lean in and kiss her. Yeah, I’m never going to grow tired of that. She tastes like everything I’ve ever desired and more.
“I was thinking we could leave now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Why do you think I flew Chloe over?”
She gasps. “You’re a tyrant,” she admonishes, but bites her lips, her eyes shining with heat. “I think you want to get rid of this dress.”
* * *
We arrive home tired, but elated by the success of the night. We haven’t moved from the suite I rented upon our return from Lisbon.
We wanted to look for our own place. But once we decided to live between New York and Lisbon, and with all my additional travel, we agreed we’ll find a house when we have a family.
Which might happen sooner than later, as we are dedicating so much time to our bedroom activities.
I walk to the bar in the corner. “Do you want a drink?”
“Sure. Mix me one. I’ll be right back.”
I mix a gin and tonic for Brook and pour myself an inch of whiskey. She returns before I sit down.
“I got something for you.” She hands me a black box.
“Thank you.” I open the box and find a sleek black bottle with gold text. I frown. “You got me a bottle of lube?”
She bites her lower lip. “Us.”
“Baby, I love the gift, but we have a drawer full of them. Including the flavored ones.”
“They are edible? I didn’t know that?”
I smirk. “It’s because you’re busy taking my dick when we use them.”
She rolls her eyes. “Anyway, do you remember what you asked me after the fire in Lisbon, when we were in bed?”
“Baby, since you’ve made me into your sex slave, all the action is a blur.”
She groans. “You’re such an ass—”
I yank her to me, kissing her senseless. “I love the gift. What did I ask you after the fire?”
She bites her lip. “Permission.”
I frown, and then it dawns on me. She said she’d give me access to her ass when our marriage was real.
I smile, my dick stirring at the idea, and there is an asshole in me that wants to throw her over my shoulder and act on her offer immediately.
What she’s offering has a bigger meaning. The trust.
“Are you sure?”
She chuckles nervously. “God, no, but if I’m the only woman you ever kissed…”
“I’m the only man who got you to climax.”
She kisses me. “That’s true, and I plan for you to be the only man for every new adventure for the rest of our lives.”
“For better or worse. In sickness and health.” I grin.
“For richer… and richer.” She chuckles.
“To love and cherish.”
“Till death do us part.”
Thank you for reading Baldo and Brook’s story.
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