Epilogue
MATEO
One Year Later
Ican’t fucking believe she let me do this.
That she trusts me enough to do this, even after a year of marriage and everything that happened with her sister.
I knew that one of my savage girl’s hard limits was exhibitionism.
And that’s fine with me. We have fun at Rapture regularly, and I don’t need to fuck her in front of other people to get off.
Christ, all I need is her to get off.
But she suggested that I tie her up in a voyeur room and play with her, and I wasn’t going to say no to that. Not ever.
“You’re sure?” I ask for the hundredth time since we walked in the building. Her hand is in mine, and I’m leading her back to a room that has a window. The occupants of said room get to decide if they pull the curtain so others can watch or if they stay private.
“I’m not saying salmon,” she replies with a smug grin. She’s wearing that black dress, the one she wore that first night with the open back. I fucking love this dress. “I trust you. If this is your thing, let’s try it.”
“But to be clear, it’s not your thing.”
I lead her inside, keeping the curtain firmly closed, and see her visibly relax.
Over the past year, Violet has become more curious about what happens in the club. She likes to watch the ropes, she enjoys when others are tied up, but my girl is no exhibitionist.
She shrugs and looks nervous when she glances to the bed and sees that I have it set up with restraints in each corner of the mattress. She loves it when I tie her up like this at home.
“It’s fine,” she whispers.
“Baby, we don’t have to be here. I’ll happily take you home and do this in our bed.”
“I want to like it,” she admits and looks me right in the eyes, which earns her my fingers in her hair, because I know she loves that. “I really do because I know you used to be into it, and—”
“Wait. How do you know that?”
She frowns, and now she wants to look away, but I keep her chin up.
“No, look at me. How do you know that, Savage?”
“Because you told me. That time you brought me here to punish me, you told me you fucked Beth in front of the whole room, and—”
“Jesus.”
“—if that’s what you enjoy, then I’ll try.”
“No. Fuck that, Violet. It’s not about that. I never should have told you that.”
She shakes her head. “It’s fine. I got over it a while ago. Well, sort of. I don’t want to know anyone else you ever banged. I don’t want that living in my head. Because Beth is tiny and petite, and she likes public—”
“Enough.” I pick her up and take her to the bed, where I stretch out over her and cage her in.
“Listen to me right the fuck now. You won’t ever fucking compare yourself to Beth or anyone else.
Because you’re the one I’m so fucking crazy about, all you have to do is exist and I’m hard as fuck. I love you.”
“I know.” She drags her fingers down my cheek. “I love you too. Before you, I never brought emotions into sex. It was just . . . sex. And it was fun, but it’s so different with you.”
I nip at her lips and drag one hand above her head so I can get to work shackling her, and she pulls in a quick breath.
“I don’t think I’ll tie your feet,” I tell her as I drag my lips down her jawline. “I want these gorgeous fucking legs wrapped around me.”
“I like wrapping them around you,” she says and brushes her cheek against mine.
Once her arms are both tied above her head, I drag my hands down her torso.
“You didn’t even get me out of this dress.”
“I fucking love this dress,” I reply, kissing her cleavage. “Fucking you in it isn’t a hardship, Savage.”
She smirks and then sighs when I pull the skirt up and brush my fingers over her bare pussy.
“What a good girl. You did what you were told and left the panties at home.”
“I take direction well.”
I grin and nibble my way up to her neck.
“I’m going to blindfold you.”
She sucks in a breath and fists her hands above her.
“Okay.”
Leaving her on the bed, I shuck out of my clothes but pull the blindfold out of the pocket of my slacks and kiss my way back up her delectable body.
“Close your eyes, baby.”
“Okay.”
She licks her lips, and I brush my nose over hers. “What’s your safe word, Violet?”
“Salmon.”
“Just remember that. You say it at any time, and this all stops. You’re in control.”
She gives me a little nod, and then I cover her eyes and secure the blindfold. I pepper kisses on her cheeks, her nose, and her sweet lips and then pull her dress down, showing off her amazing breasts and the metal in them.
“Every fucking inch of you is a turn-on, but fuck if I don’t love your tits, baby.”
She grins and bites her lower lip. “I know.”
“You like that they make me lose my fucking mind?”
“Of course I do.”
I nuzzle them, lick and bite them, and then slip my fingers right inside her tight little pussy.
“Shit, that’s good,” she whimpers in that way that I fucking love so much.
“You’re so pretty, spread out for me.”
“Are people watching?” she asks.
She must think that I opened the curtain.
I won’t be opening that fucking curtain.
“I don’t want you to think about that. If you can think about that, I’m not doing my fucking job, baby.” I push her legs open wide and lean down to drag my tongue through her wetness. “Mm, so fucking wet for me. Do you like it when I tie you up?”
“You know I do.”
“Why?”
Her mouth opens, but she doesn’t say anything, so I slap her pussy, making her squirm.
“Answer my fucking question, wife.”
“I just . . . do.”
I slap her again, a little harder this time. “Not good enough.”
“Just fuck me already.”
I pause and then climb over her, hovering above her, my mouth a mere inch away from hers.
“Are you under the impression that you’re in charge here, beautiful girl?”
“Mateo,” she whispers and pulls on her restraints. “Please fuck me.”
“Fuck, you beg so nicely.”
“I need your cock,” she says and turns her head so I have better access to her neck, while I nibble my way up to her ear. “I need it.”
“I know you do,” I whisper next to her earlobe. “And I’m going to give it to you, baby. But I want you on your hands and knees for that, and you have to come before I flip you over.”
She lets out a huff, and I grin against her skin. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“I’m sexually frustrated.”
“Oh, baby. Why didn’t you say so?”
My fingers plunge inside her again, making her gasp, and I drag my fingertips over that rough patch, slide my thumb over her clit, and work her hard and fast, until she’s a mewling, twisting mess beneath me.
“You’d better fucking come for me, Savage. Make a mess of this fucking bed.”
Her back bows, and then she’s falling apart, soaking the sheets spectacularly, and I cover her mouth with mine, breathing in her moans and cries.
“That’s my good girl,” I growl against her lips before I flip her over, grip her hips, and pull her back, and with her ass in the air and her dress around her waist, I lick her again, right through her slit.
“Oh my God.”
“You want this cock?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
I slam inside her, and I don’t pause. I fuck the shit out of my woman, my hips piston back and forth, and fuck if she doesn’t already have me on the edge.
“Mateo,” she cries out as her hands, still bound, fist in the sheets. “Oh, babe, yes.”
I don’t go easy on her. With one hand fisted in her nape and one planted on her hip, I fuck her hard, and when she starts to shiver around my cock, I can feel my own climax building.
“Let go, baby. Go over for me.”
“Oh shit.”
She pushes back, and then she’s lost to another orgasm, and I let her pull me with her, rocking into her, spilling myself inside her. I reach above her and unshackle her wrists, then pull her into my arms and remove the blindfold.
Her eyes immediately shift to the still-covered window, and she looks up at me in surprise.
“No one ever gets to see you like this but me, Violet. Never. The only reason I was okay with fucking other women in front of the others was because they didn’t mean jack shit to me. You’re everything. The beginning and the end. I won’t share that with anyone.”
Her eyes fill with tears, and she buries her face in my neck.
“Good because I didn’t care if people saw me, but I didn’t want them to see you. Your crazy big, pierced dick is only for me.”
With a laugh I roll onto my back, taking her with me.
“Only yours,” I agree, and kiss the top of her head.