Epilogue
Nate
One year later
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” AJ asks, and I can hear the concern in his voice.
“I told you like a hundred times, yes,” I remind him. “We’ve been over this. I know my safe word, and yours—”
“You remember the number scale? For discomfort, pain—”
I sigh. “Yes Master August,” I reiterate, trying to give him the push I know he needs.
After all, I only use his dominant title when I am playing the role of his submissive. When I’m playing dominant, he’s just AJ. And I’m just Sir, because Sir Nathaniel sounds like an old Arthurian knight or something. And not in the sexy way.
“I’m just doing my job. As your dom, I—”
“Are you okay?” I ask, turning to check on him. He looks back at me with a steady gaze.
“I mean, we don’t have to do this, you know. If it’s too much. We can just go back to the party, and—”
“I want to,” he says, running his fingers over my knuckles lovingly.
“I want to do this with you.”
I nod, letting out a deep breath. “Okay, so… how do we start the scene here?”
AJ grins as he lets me go and walks over towards the rig.
“Just like we practiced.”
Right. Practice.
Carefully, I remove my clothes while he works on checking the rope strength, the clamps, and the rig itself. I assume my position—I kneel with my hands on my thighs, back straight, and head held high and wait until he is satisfied with his work.
“Come,” he orders, and I don’t hesitate to do so. I stand before him, the cool air kissing my skin as he unravels his rope, looking me over with warmth and awe. Even when we play these games, he can’t hide how he feels. And neither can I.
“I love you,” I whisper as he carefully lifts my arm and places it behind my back. He gently ties my wrists back, then fixes the ropes to the rig.
“How’s that?” he asks.
“Good.”
“Nothing going numb?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
We’ve done this enough times that I know the safety protocols by heart, because we never skip them. It’s part of the prep for the scene, but it’s also something AJ likes to do to draw out the whole experience. He’s far more patient than me when it comes to this sort of thing.
Though, if I’m patient, I’ll get exactly what I want—what we both want—so I focus on my breathing. I think about what’s to come, and how good it’s going to feel later.
AJ carefully pulls on my strings like a marionette, putting me into a myriad of positions, each one more intricate than the last. By the time we get to the end of the scene, I’m so tightly wound from his touch, from the ropes digging into my skin, that I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Master August, please…” I cry, my dick aching to be stroked, sucked, something…
I can’t move, not without help, so there’s no way I could even reach my dick in this position.
“Please what?” he asks, his voice smooth and strong.
I love that voice. I know when I hear it everything is going to be okay.
“Please fuck me already,” I gripe.
He twists his lips.
“Are you close?”
“Yes,” I say. It’s not a lie.
AJ was right—waiting does make the orgasm more intense, but he’s been edging me for weeks, and I’m pretty sure if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I will murder him and haunt our house—well my house slash bed and breakfast—so he never forgets it.
AJ adjusts my suspension so that I can lift my legs, but my arms and wrists remain bound. The pink rope marks on my thighs stand out against my pale skin, and AJ wastes no time pulling my legs around his hips.
“Open,” he orders, and I open my mouth. AJ slips two fingers into my mouth.
“Suck. Get them nice and wet.”
I do as he asks, laving my tongue around his thick fingers.
“Good boy,” he whispers, as he takes them out of my mouth.
The minute he slips his fingers inside me, I shudder. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to hold off for him.
“Master…” I cry.
“What do you need?” he asks, two fingers slowly pumping in and out of my sensitive hole.
“You,” I whine.
He hums contentedly as he removes his fingers, and I swear it feels like forever that he makes me wait.
But as soon as he finds his home inside of me, I relax.
AJ’s thrusts are slow and deliberate, and I lose myself in each thrust as he gives me what I crave.
His hands release my wrists and then my arms, and I don’t hesitate to wrap them around his neck. He picks me up, his lips turning into a smile as he carries me to the bed, laying me down gently.
“Now give me that pretty little ass.” He smacks my ass, and I yelp, feeling another flush in my cheeks.
“Princess.”
I roll my eyes, hoping he sees it.
I get onto my hands and knees, just like he likes, and when I feel him enter me; this time, hard and fast, I know he knows.
“You are such a fucking brat, you know that?”
“Yes,” I say as I bite my lip, looking at him over my shoulder.
His gaze meets mine, and I don’t miss the sparkle of wonder there.
“But that’s why you love me,” I say petulantly.
AJ pulls me back into his lap, his dick hitting me so deep I think he’s found my fucking soul.
His voice softens, and all pretenses, all scripts, practices, go out the window.
August disappears into the shadows from where he came.
“Damn right it is, Bright Eyes.” AJ says as he takes my lips the way he takes everything else—like a wild fire.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way,
The End