Epilogue

Joy

Eight years later…

Since Steven and I started our little family, I haven't had much time for myself. I'm certainly not complaining, though. I love being at home with our kids, Tommy and Skyler. Since Tommy started kindergarten two years ago, it's normally just Skyler and I during the day. Today, however, she's spending the day with her grandpa.

I settle into my chair with the newest book I checked out at the library. Since resigning from my position to be a stay-at-home mom – whose main source of fun outside of her children is showing her car at car shows – I've realized how much I enjoyed the position. Sure, my boss didn't like me, but aside from her, the job was great. After a few conversations with Steven, I've made up my mind to go to school to get my degree in library science when Skyler starts school. I'd love to be a children's librarian and that's the first step to making that dream a reality.

As I flip through the pages, I get absorbed in the story, a thrilling romance between two enemies who somehow know each other better than anyone else in the world. I'm so entrenched in the world that I don't notice the front door opening. It isn't until my handsome husband clears his throat that I look away from the story in front of me.

"You're home early," I say, marking my place and rising from my place on my reading chair to kiss him.

"The guys have everything handled at the shop," he says dismissively, leaning in to kiss me again.

"So you thought that you'd interrupt my day to myself," I ask without any heat in my voice. I'm always happy to get time alone with him. It's so hard to come by now that we have the kids.

"Well, I was thinking I could make it worth your while," he says, as he squeezes my hips.

"And how's that?"

"Since we have a few hours, I thought we might try that thing you've been talking about," he says, smirking at me.

I'm silent for a moment, wracking my brain as I try to pinpoint what he's referring to. When it hits me, the corners of my mouth twitch upward. "You want to tie me up?"

"And have my way with you," he confirms, shifting his grip to my ass and squeezing. Then, he lets me go, saying, "How about you go wait for me in the bedroom? Be undressed when I get there."

"Okay," I say, my heart beating faster as anticipation thrums through my body.

I hurry into our shared bedroom, leaving the door open as I strip off my clothing. Once I'm completely naked, I lie on the bed. As I wait for Steven to come back to me, I feel dampness start to collect between my legs. I'm sure the wait is part of the foreplay, getting me all keyed up without even being in the room.

By the time he appears in the doorway, I'm aching for some friction. I've refrained from touching myself, though. Even though he hasn't explicitly told me not to, it was implied. The whole point of this is that he's entirely in control.

"I'll never get tired of seeing you like this," he murmurs, unraveling a length of silk rope he must have retrieved from his car. "You're absolutely beautiful."

I let out a shaky giggle, blood rushing in my ears as he crosses the room. Slowly, he gathers my wrists above my head and ties them together. The feeling of the restraints against my skin is enthralling, sending tendrils of arousal through my body.

"Now," he murmurs, taking a step back to admire me lying back against the comforter. "What should I do with you?"

"Anything you want," I breathe.

Steven chuckles darkly, sliding his finger along my bare thigh, raising goosebumps in its wake. I stare at his hand, watching as he touches me thoughtfully. I wonder if he knows what he's doing to me as he's considering his next move.

"Perhaps I'll touch you here," he murmurs, sliding his hand down to my inner thigh. Then, as he slowly drags his fingers upward, he says, "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Before I'm able to answer, he swipes the pad of his finger through my wetness. I gasp, canting my hips up in an attempt to get more. He uses his free hand to hold me down, tutting disapprovingly, a silent instruction to lie here and take whatever he decides to give me.

I still my hips with great effort, and Steven continues his teasing. Gently, he slips a finger inside my opening. It's not enough, but I know better than to ask for more. After a few seconds, my silence is rewarded with another one of his large digits being pressed inside me.

"Oh," I moan, struggling to keep my eyes on him as he fingers me.

"I thought you'd like this," he says, pleased with himself.

He continues fucking me with his fingers, using his free hand to stimulate my clit. It's more than I could have hoped for. With all of my senses heightened from the wait and being restrained, I can already feel my orgasm starting to creep up on me.

Steven seems to sense this as well, removing his hand. Before I'm able to do anything more than make a noise of protest, he lowers himself over me and attaches his mouth to the bundle of nerves. I cry out in pleasure, feeling all the muscles in my body tighten at the contact.

Almost unexpectedly, my orgasm overtakes me. I gasp, my back coming up off the mattress. My wrists strain against the rope. I want to reach down and grab onto him, but that's not part of the game. The fact that I cannot touch him makes my climax even more intense.

"You're sensitive today," he says as he removes his mouth from my sex, amused by how quickly he was able to get me off. "You must really like this, huh?"

"Yeah," I whisper, watching him as he tosses his shirt off and makes quick work of his pants.

As soon as he's undressed, I only get a few seconds to admire his hard length before he's flipping me over. I struggle to get my bearings, but I don't need to. He grabs onto my waist, pulling my hips up and running a hand appreciatively over my ass.

"God, I can't wait to get inside you," he groans as he lines himself up with my sensitive opening.

Without any other words, he plunges inside of me, not giving me a chance to adjust to the intrusion. He just starts a steady roll of his hips, getting up to a punishing pace quickly. If it weren't for him holding me up, I'd be nothing more than a lump on the bed.

"I can't believe how fucking wet you are," he says, his thrusts already bruising as he targets my g-spot. He's chasing his own release while trying to push me toward my second climax. "Your body was made for me, baby."

I whine, balling my hands into fists. My nails dig into the soft skin of my palms. As I get closer to my second orgasm, I press my fingers even harder into the flesh. I wouldn't be surprised if I were to draw blood.

"You getting close again already, sweetheart?" he asks darkly, a cross between a chuckle and a growl coming out of his mouth.

"Mmm," I moan, unable to say anything coherent. He's always been able to make me brainless, and that hasn't changed in all the years we've been together.

"Let me help you out, then," Steven murmurs in my ear, moving one hand under me to circle his finger around my clit.

The effect is instantaneous. My body immediately tenses, and I feel my second climax starting in the soles of my feet. It doesn't take much longer for it to spread through the rest of my being. Then, I feel myself getting even fuller as Steven grunts and spills his hot seed inside of me. I feel like I might burst.

"Fuck, Joy," he murmurs as he pulls out and flips me over.

He captures my lips in a heated kiss. I sigh into his mouth, satisfied with what just transpired. When he backs away, his hands expertly undo the knot restraining my hands. With my newfound freedom, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again.

"How was that?" he asks, resting our foreheads against each other.

"Perfect," I say sleepily.

"I'm glad," he says, giving me another soft kiss. Then, he slides his arms underneath me and stands up, taking me with him. "What do you say about a bath before we have to go get the kids?"

"I'd love that," I reply, smiling as he carries me out of the room.

~The End

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