Epilogue
Chamber – (One Year Later)~
“Fuck, I can’t believe I have you like this,” Hayes muttered, his voice low and dark. “I’m getting a head rush just looking at you.”
I’d laugh if he didn’t look and sound so damn serious.
A year later, The Fantasy Factory was still going strong, and to celebrate our one-year anniversary of dating, I had decided to book Room Two for the night, and even though I was the one tied to the bed right now, Hayes had promised to return the favor later.
Now, not only was my relationship with Hayes secure enough that I’d let the man tie me up to do whatever he wanted to me, but we were also living together, and I was lucky that everything had turned out okay.
Not only did our children get along, but Ben and Hayes also had this quiet respect between them, which definitely helped.
Of course, it wasn’t like we all hung out together or anything like that, but it was nice to be able to run into Ben at Eric’s or Evan’s without any awkwardness.
As for Hayes’ ex-wife, Ellen, I’d had the pleasure of meeting her soon after meeting his son, River, and things were always so much easier when the ex-spouse was clearly happy in their own relationship.
Plus, Ellen Vandy had also been very supportive of The Fantasy Factory, which had made me feel a lot better about meeting her.
All in all, I had no complaints, and even Hayes still working for Carlie Incorporated wasn’t an issue.
True to her word, Deandra Carlie had conducted a full and thorough investigation into the claims of fraud, and by all accounts, Lyle Simmons had been acting on his own, and even Stuart Carlie hadn’t stepped up to save him.
Publicly, he had denied all claims of an affair, but according to Hayes, privately, he’d been placed on administrative probation, and the entire rest of the Carlie family was fine with firing him if he ever got out of line again.
So, the second chapter of my life was turning out to be worth the wait, and Hayes had definitely been worth the risk.
Not only did he worship me like every woman hoped from the man that she loved, but he really was a solid person, one whose integrity I’d never have to question again.
Plus, to this day, he still buttered my toast like heart disease didn’t exist.
There were also those damn dimples still...
“Lingerie really is the devil’s tool,” he sighed as he took in my black lace bra and matching panties. “I mean, how’s a man supposed to stand a chance?”
“Are you complaining, Mr. Rainier?” I teased.
“No,” he chuckled. “I’m just making it clear that you dressed like that will always bring me to my knees.”
Looking into those fiery blue eyes of his, I said, “I hope you always look at me the way that you’re looking at me now.”
Hayes smirked as he set his belt next to my thigh before getting comfortable between my legs. “Like I’m out-of-my-mind in love with you? Because I am...you know, just in case you weren’t aware.”
My lips twitched at that. “While that declaration means more to me than you can possibly know, I was referring to how you look like you might die if you can’t taste me.”
“Baby, that’s a given,” he replied wolfishly as he hooked his arms around my thighs. “Say the word, and I’ll start a site where the only content is me eating your sweet pussy.”
I let out a moan as Hayes bit the inside of my thigh, and being tied up really did add a decadent feeling to the entire situation. Unless I said no, Hayes had free reign to do whatever he wanted to do to me, and that was sexy as hell.
Determined to drive me out of my mind, Hayes’ warm breath hit the lace of my panties as he said, “Truth be told, I have no idea where to start. I want to do every-fucking-thing to you, baby.”
“I’m okay with that...” I panted as my wrists tugged on the bindings. “Hayes, please...”
“I do so love it when you beg,” he chuckled darkly. “It makes my dick so fucking hard.”
“Hayes...”
Finally putting me out of my misery, I felt Hayes move to hook my panties to the side, and when he spit on my pussy, my eyes rolled in the back of my head with how dirty he liked to be. We were never going to become missionary-with-our-socks-on, and what more could a girl ask for?
Nothing.
The End.