Epilogue
—6 months later?—
“You look stunning in red, love.”
I trail my fingertips across Lex’s calf, lingering over the small indentations where the wide ribbon bites into her skin. Her body bows as she tries to get closer to me, desperate for my touch. She attempts to shift, her ankles straining against her binds.
“Declan,” she whines, sweat beading between her breasts and trickling down her stomach to darken the swath of ribbon across her torso. “Please, sir. Touch me.”
“Hm. I do love it when you beg for me.”
I want her vocal, and she knows it. Linc likes to push her in the bedroom, challenge her in ways she struggles to obey so he can exact the punishment they both crave. Shane demands nothing less than her complete submission, wanting her putty in his hands so he can wring every drop of pleasure from her. Me? I want her mindless, love her babbling, won’t stop until she screams.
As much as I love sharing her with them, revel in the pleasure of breaking her apart together, I live for the moments I get our queen all to myself.
Lex is stretched out on my bed, bound from wrists to ankles in silky red ribbon. I stole it for just this purpose from the pile of gift wrapping supplies she stuffed under our bed. The moment I saw it, I couldn’t strike the vision of her wearing nothing else from my mind. It’s even better than I imagined.
She pulls on her wrist bindings, trying to twist her hips and thrust them toward where she felt me last. I’d tripled the ribbon over her eyes, needing to hear the little gasping sounds she makes when my mouth descends on a new part of her without warning. It’s been twenty minutes since I wrapped her up like my own Christmas gift and started toying with her, stirring her up.
“What do you want, hm?”
I kneel between her spread legs. She keens when she feels the bed dip, lifting her hips toward me.
“Fuck me, sir, please,” she pants. “Need you.”
“You need me?” My lips press to the inside of her ankle, then trail up her inner calf.
“Yes, sir,” she breathes.
My cock is rock hard beneath me, pinned against the sheets. It twitches every time she calls me ‘sir’, every time she submits willingly. What I want most, though, is for her to be desperate enough to forget the honorific.
“Where?”
When I get to the curve of her inner thigh, I suck hard, making her cry out at the sting. I soothe it with my tongue, kneading the same spot on the opposite side with my hand. She tries to squirm, her muscles trembling, as I kiss, lick, and nip my way toward her glistening pussy.
She’s dripping, a wet spot already spreading beneath her. I groan at the sight, pressing my face against her to languidly lap up her cum. Pleading, almost babbling, above me, her hips jerk as she tries to get the leverage to push herself against me.
I’d avoided her pussy until that moment, had kissed and teased every other inch of her. She almost sags in relief when I stroke her entrance with two fingers, a ragged sob tearing from her throat.
“Shhhh,” I croon. “It’s almost seven.”
“Declan, please,” Lex gasps. “I need to come, sir, please. Don’t let me…don’t leave me…fuck…”
Her voice trails off as I slide two fingers inside her and circle her clit with my tongue. I know what she’s worried about. We’re hosting a holiday party soon, and several of our guests are known to be chronically early. As punishment last week, Linc had wound her up until she was nearly in tears, then left her tied up for an hour. Even though she’d come so hard she passed out when he was done with her, she wasn’t ready to go through that torture again.
“I won’t leave you wanting, love,” I murmur against her flesh, licking long stripes up her pussy lips. “Don’t worry.”
Burying my face back against her, I suck her clit into my mouth, pulling it gently between my teeth. I roll it with my tongue, sucking lightly before releasing it. She’s gushing, her cum all over me as her body trembles.
I hook my fingers against the spot at the top of her channel, pressing and stroking in short bursts. Her body stiffens, a telltale sign she’s close, and I smirk.
She yells in frustration when I pull away completely, dragging my fingers slowly out of her.
“No, Declan, don’t, please, don’t do that, not again,” she pleads, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The ribbon over her eyes is almost completely darkened by her tears, her mouth open in anguish as she gasps.
“There you are,” I hum, stroking my hands along her thighs to her sides, then up to her nipples. I tweak them both, then trail my fingers back down across her lower belly.
She jerks and shivers, oversensitive and ticklish, her lower lip starting to quiver as her chest heaves with sobs.
“My desperate, needy little whore.”
I push my hand against her opening right as she whimpers in response, her arousal leaking through my fingers as I work them inside.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
“God, yes, please, I need you, need your cock. Fuck me, Declan, please. No more–”
I still. “No more?”
“No! Nonononononono, please no, don’t–”
Shushing her again, I lean over her, bracing on my elbow, to tease the head of my cock against her tender, reddened flesh. The moment it slides against her, she moans, straining against her binds to try to curl toward me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, burying my face against her neck as I thrust against her at a leisurely pace.
My cockhead catches against her for a moment, then pops free and slides forward. Her chest heaves against me as she groans, trying to thrash her head from side to side. Turning her jaw with one hand, I crush my lips to hers, stealing a harsh kiss before I push back to my knees.
“I think you’re ready, love.”
“Yes, please, yes,” she chants mindlessly, licking her lips.
Getting off the bed, I unhook the spreader bar her ankles are tied to from the fastener on the footboard. Lex whimpers as some of the tension keeping her in place is released. I hold the bar as I climb back up to kneel before her wide open pussy, the cool metal across my chest keeping her ankles suspended in the air.
“I’ve got you, Lex. Deep breath, okay?”
She obeys immediately, breathing sharply through her nose as I curl an arm under the bar, holding it in the crook of my elbow. With my other hand, I line my cock up with her entrance, barely pushing in.
“Give me another,” I command.
As she follows my order, breathing deep into her belly, I thread my other arm through the bar. The position gives me the leverage to pull her up and toward me with every thrust, hitting the deepest parts of her. Lex begins to exhale, and I yank the bar, snapping my hips toward her at the same time. Her greedy pussy sucks me in and clamps down so hard I curse, closing my eyes against the pleasure rushing through me.
Her scream as I bottom out, hips smacking against her ass roughly, is fucking music to my ears.
“That’s it, little whore,” I pant, jerking the bar in time with my hips, bringing us together forcefully with each aggressive thrust. “You know what I want.”
“Oh god, Declan,” Lex gasps, voice hoarse. “You’re so deep, fuck.”
I shift, changing the angle of the bar slightly, and she cries out. Brow furrowing in concentration, I hold her in that position, pounding relentlessly into her G-spot as she starts to tremble. The walls of her pussy tighten around me, the slick sound of us coming together nearly overwhelming.
“I’m so close,” she pants, core clenching. “Fuck, don’t stop, Declan, please…”
Reaching down with one hand, I swirl my thumb roughly against her clit as she starts to come. She screams as her body contracts, cunt tightening fiercely as she rides out wave after wave. I pump through it, sweat beading as I fight to hold my own orgasm at bay.
As she melts back into the bed, I slip the bar over my head. It braces against my shoulders as I lean forward to drive her into the mattress. Mewling, body still trembling with aftershocks, Lex tries to meet me thrust for thrust.
“That’s it,” I grit out, my orgasm building in the base of my spine. “Fucking love your tight little cunt, Lex.”
Dipping down, I kiss her savagely, all teeth and tongue. She moans, kissing me back, as her pussy tries to drag my orgasm from me.
“Fuck,” I groan, hips stuttering.
Leaning my head against her neck, I lazily work us both through the aftershocks. Lex is hypersensitive, her breath catching with each slow press of my body against her where we’re joined.
“I fucking love you, boss,” I mutter, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat.
She gasps a laugh, boneless and sated. “I fucking love you, Wilde.”
“And while I fucking love you both, you need to hurry the fuck up.”
I push to my knees and look over my shoulder at Linc. Leaning up against the open doorway in black slacks and a pale green button up, he’s already dressed for the party.
“Fine,” I huff, reaching up to release Lex from the ankle cuffs on the bar. “How long were you standing there?”
“Walked up around the time Lex started to come.”
“You asshole. You heard her getting close, didn’t you?”
He chuckles as I climb off the bed and grab my boxer briefs, pulling them on. His eyes drift behind me, his pupils blowing as he catches sight of my handiwork.
“Holy fuck, you actually did it.”
My naughty Christmas ribbon fantasy may have come up once or twice in the last few weeks.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Lex calls, her voice rough.
“Hey, gorgeous. You look…goddamn. We’re buying a metric fuck ton of ribbon this weekend, okay?”
She giggles, breathy and soft, as I untie her wrists. Wincing slightly as she draws her arms down, she bites her lip and groans as I massage her reddened skin with my thumbs.
“Don’t just stand there, asshole. Come help.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Linc quips.
He pulls the door closed and goes to the other side of the bed, working on her other wrist. As he does, his eyes rake over our lover, his gaze lingering on the wet mess between her thighs and the purpling marks on her breasts.
“Shane’s gonna skin you alive for not leaving enough time for proper aftercare,” he mutters, glancing at me sideways. “You two might need to be fashionably late.”
“Was already planning on it, Linc.”
“That’s enough, you two,” Lex sighs, her lips tipping into a smile. “I would like to see your faces now, though.”
“Oh, shit.” Linc reaches for the ribbon on her head.
“I got it.” I wave him off, pulling the end of the bow on the side of her neck.
Linc watches as I unwind the ribbon from her face, his brows raised. “I gotta admit, man, this shit is impressive. I didn’t know you were some kind of…rope master.”
Lex grins up at me as I release her, reaching out to cup my cheek in her hand. “Love you.”
Smirking, I peck a quick kiss to her lips. “Love you.”
She turns to Linc as she slowly sits, the ribbon loosening and sliding away the more she moves. Linc’s gaze turns hungry as he watches her free herself.
“As much as I love seeing you like this, gorgeous, your brother will be here any minute.”
Lex’s eyes widen. “Shit, what time is it?”
“Almost half past.”
“Seven?” she shrieks, scrambling off the bed. “Declan!”
“Don’t yell at me, woman. You came so hard I have to change the fucking mattress protector.”
Lex flushes, her scowl morphing into a mischievous grin. “You owe me for making me late.”
“Oh, I owe you, do I?” I launch toward her.
She squeals, turning tail and running toward the ensuite, trailing ribbon in her wake. I take off after her as Linc laughs behind us.
“Twenty minutes, you two!” he calls.
I ignore him, intent on wringing one more epic orgasm out of Lex before she gets into her party dress.
“Oh, you better run!”
“I hear you’re negotiating a new contract with the State,” Van Costa says, stepping up to join me and Parker.
His arm is slung around his wife, Cami, who has a tiny sleeping baby somehow strapped to her chest with a colorful piece of cloth. It looks complicated as fuck.
“We are,” I answer, clasping Van’s extended hand before taking Cami’s for a brief squeeze. “It’s good to see you, Cami. How’s Bea?”
Cami beams, peering down at her daughter. “Conked out two minutes after we got here!” she laughs, rubbing the infant’s back through the intricate wrap.
I gesture toward the stairs. “You’re welcome to take her up to one of the rooms if you want to try and lay her down.”
“Nah,” Cami shakes her head. “Thanks, Declan, that’s sweet, but she’ll sleep better like this anyway.”
“Alright, well. You let us know if you need anything, okay?” My lips thin as I watch her sway from side to side. The woman is constantly in motion. Looks exhausting.
She touches my arm, her smile warm. “Thank you, really. Oh! There they are.” I follow her gaze, spying Parker’s fiancé and twin by the bar. “I’ll find you in a bit, Gio.”
After his wife kissed him and walked away, still swaying, Van gives me a nod. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” As Parker launches into an explanation of Solum’s latest government bid, I take a long swallow of my drink and let my eyes scan the crowd. Our house has never been so full.
Lex settled into our space like it was made for her. She brightened it and made it cozier at the same time, filling gaps I didn’t even know we had before her. Little touches of hers are everywhere, from the sofa she refused to give up to the luxe blankets tucked in hiding places in every room.
When she told us about her annual holiday party tradition, Linc lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He went out and bought a massive live tree at the earliest opportunity, setting it up in the living room. It swallows a good third of the space, but it makes him happy and none of us have the heart to deny him.
Linc and Nate walk up to join us, easy laughter between them fading as Nate and Van regard each other.
“Van.” Nate inclines his head, tipping his glass toward him.
“Nathaniel.” Van responds coolly as Nate’s jaw clenches.
Linc smiles good-naturedly as he claps Van’s shoulder, eyes bright with mischief. “Nate here was just telling me about Jax’s latest escapades. Something about your coffee machine?”
With a long-suffering sigh, Van launches into the story I’ve heard eight different ways over the last month. My attention wanders, finding the culprit of the drama across the room. He’s chatting with Lex and her friends, Cass and Ruby, probably telling the same story if their expressions are any indication.
As Cass laughs with abandon, Ruby chuckles and slowly shakes her head, eyeing Jax out of the corner of her eye. He smiles at her, appearing to launch into another story. Lex catches my eye as I start to pull my attention back, her lips quirking into a knowing smile.
She’s wearing red, a simple silk shift I’ve tried to ignore all night. The mere sight of it reminds me of where we were just two hours ago, a similar silky red material leaving marks on her skin.
As though she can read my mind, Lex’s lips part, her tongue darting out. Eyes on me, she takes Cass’s hand and points toward us. The other woman nods, then they both turn and say farewell to Ruby and Jax. I’m vaguely aware of them continuing the conversation before my attention is stolen by the vixen working her way toward me.
“There she is,” Shane mutters, coming up on my other side.
Linc turns to watch, leaving Parker and Van to chuckle at the lot of us. As men in love, they understand the command Lex holds over us. Nate shifts, chatting easily with Parker while Van refuses to engage. I suspect Van won’t ever forgive Nate for his past choices and their impact on the woman I love. But if Lex is willing to try with Nate, I’m certainly not going to make it any harder for her.
“Nate, I’m glad we finally caught you.” Lex leans up and kisses his cheek, squeezing his arm. “I wanted to introduce you to my good friend, Cassandra Thompson.”
“Cass,” the redhead insists, smiling warmly at Nate.
“Nate.” He takes her hand, shaking it firmly. “You’re the reporter.”
“Yes, that’s me. I’ll be honest, I asked Lex to introduce us. I was hoping to run an idea by you, if you don’t mind.”
He inclines his head as she beams.
“Great. Shall we?”
As Nate follows her to a quiet corner of the room, Lex slips her arm around my waist. I press a kiss into her hair, draping an arm around her. Shane steps up behind her to rest his chin on her opposite shoulder. Van and Parker turn and filter back through the crowd, no doubt looking for their women.
“If we’re having a standing snuggle fest, I demand to be included,” Linc announces, stepping in front of her and closing our small circle.
He cups her face in his hands as she hums a sigh, melting into all of us.
“When can we make our escape?” Shane murmurs, lips against her neck.
She frowns, but Linc smirks and smooths it with a finger.
“He just wants you naked, beautiful,” he whispers. “We’re all enjoying the party.”
Shane and I make noises of agreement, putting her concerns to rest. She presses up on her tiptoes and kisses Linc, slow and sweet, then smiles.
“Soon.” She glances at me over her shoulder. “Maybe we can recreate earlier.”
My cock stirs at the thought, Linc’s eyes darkening. Lex smirks as Shane looks askance between us.
“Poor Shane missed it,” she murmurs, kissing him lightly. “Don’t worry, sir. We’ll give you an encore.”
Shane’s eyes flash at the honorific, his fingers digging into her waist before she slips away with a mischievous look over her shoulder. Linc groans as she goes, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“I could cut the power,” Shane offers, nonchalant, eyes on Lex.
“No need,” I mutter. “Keep your distance, but don’t take your eyes off her. She’ll clear the place out when she’s ready to succumb.”
Lex turns to us as she reaches Ruby once more, lips parting as she takes in our hungry gazes. She flushes, turning to her friend. I smirk.
I never knew life could be so full.