Epilogue Part 1

"That guy working security seemed to know you pretty well," Reed said loudly enough to be heard over the music. Jealousy poured off him in waves so thick it was practically a scent, one that drove me wild.

"Don't worry. I only fucked him one time," I said, then patted his shoulder. I dragged my fingertips down to pluck at his left nipple and he scowled. "Oh, I think that's Cillian Shaughnessy!" I said, laughing on the inside as I squinted through the smoky air of Club Bellissimo's BDSM playroom, catching sight of a familiar profile. The low thumping music had my palms tingling. I'd been ready to get Reed in front of a crowd for my pleasure, but there was always time in my night to go rile up an Irishman.

Dragging Reed across the room by the leash hooked to his dashing green collar, I grinned. My beast looked magnificent. Shirtless, in a pair of jeans that accented all the goods in just the right way. I caught a flash of his impressive back muscles and the angel wings tattoo in one of the free-standing mirrors that dotted the intentionally dim room. The club was all about atmosphere. It was made to radiate sex. The black walls turned every corner into a potential spot for a semisecret rendezvous. In fact, a man was getting railed in the nearest one right now. I really loved it here, and I'd seen plenty of clubs around the world, but there was no place like home.

"Stop," Reed muttered close to my ear, but I wouldn't be having any of that tonight. He was mine to control and play with here. Even if I'd slowly started allowing him to have more self-direction at home, he would obey now.

I kept moving until I came up behind Cillian in time to hear "I would never hurt ye more than ye'd enjoy. I promise. It's not my style." The cute dirty blond with him wasn't really his usual type, but then a memory clicked in my mind, and I had to laugh. I'd heard Cillian was sharing a man right now, and that was an interesting development for him because he was one of the most selfish people I'd ever met. It was kind of nice to see Cillian panting after a sweet little man, who clearly had him wrapped around his finger. Cillian didn't hold people the way he was this man, yet I got the impression he would drop everything, if the blond pouted hard enough, and carry him home in his arms.

"I object to that statement," I said, loud enough to be annoying.

Reed shifted uncomfortably beside me, but thankfully the fear that had been in his eyes the first time we'd run across Cillian didn't show up, just a vague uneasiness, and honestly, that was only smart. This was a dangerous man.

"It depends on who you are and who you've pissed off." I forced a wide smile.

Cillian swung around with his man snug at his side, almost as if he was worried someone else might snatch him. If I didn't have Reed with me, I might've made a game of trying to lure him away, just to be annoying, but that wasn't something I was interested in anymore.

Reed glanced between me and Cillian, toying with his collar. I supposed his agitation was only natural since he'd never been in a club like this, but hopefully by the end of the night he would be more comfortable in his own skin. I yanked on the leash to get Reed to focus on me, the only person who should matter to him, and he stopped fiddling with the collar.

"Have a new pet, do ye?" Cillian asked, smirking at Reed in a way I didn't love. He glanced down at the bandages decorating Reed's lower chest, and I wanted to sigh. We'd gotten slightly torn up last night while we were going over a fence while pulling off a job—I now had a five-million-dollar painting to auction off, though. It was fun to see who showed up to those sorts of events. There were always quite a few people who pretended not to be criminals, though they were at heart.

Reed glared at Cillian, and something about the way he looked as if he wanted to rip Cillian's head off made me glow inside and out, like standing next to a bonfire.

"Well, you know me," I said with a laugh. "I don't usually enjoy being in charge when it comes to these situations, but I do enjoy a challenge."

Cillian's cutie cleared his throat, and I was glad he seemed confident enough to order Cillian around a bit, otherwise he'd get eaten alive. Dr. Mifflin. The one who'd had a hit out on him. The cutie's name resurfaced in my mind in a rush.

Cillian tucked his boyfriend closer. "Bug, this is Oisín and Reed. Oisín's one of us, and Reed used to be until the buck eejit stole from Mr. Killough."

Dr. Mifflin's mouth popped open, and by the way Cillian gawked at those plush lips, I knew exactly what he wanted to do with them. "How are you still alive?" he asked, staring at Reed in awe.

I couldn't help it, I belted out a laugh and dragged Reed forward until he was closer to me. I didn't like thinking about all the times he could've died before he became mine. Reed bared his teeth, so maybe he didn't appreciate the proximity to Cillian.

"I saved his life," I said simply.

"I wouldn't call it saving," Reed hissed, but he pinched my ass to let me know he didn't mean it—much.

I snorted and held up my phone, then tapped the button. The collar beeped, something I'd added to the settings as a reminder. I didn't like shocking him all the time, and adding in the warning left him wondering when the eventual punishment—or pleasure, depending on how you looked at things—might come. "Be a good boy or you'll be punished."

"I didn't realize ye were this way, Oisín." Cillian shook his head.

Reed trembled at my side, his muscles quivering just enough to be noticeable.

Yes, that was enough bullshit. "I have to tame the beast," I said with a wink at Cillian's boyfriend. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I'm going to take Reed on a tour of the club and parade him around like the wild animal he is."

Reed scowled, and I thought maybe he'd caught that little wink I'd given Dr. Mifflin, so of course I had to keep going. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Dr. Mifflin. I wanted to see the man who'd caught the attention of four of our men. You're...." I gave him a once-over, purely to rile up my beast. "Definitely living up to the hype. You're gorgeous. Have a good night."

As soon as I was done laying the bait for the trap I'd set for my beast, I turned and dragged him away in the opposite direction.

Reed leaned close and rolled his lip, nearly snarling, and I basked in the warmth that flowed through me as he stared directly into my face. He didn't stumble while he walked because he let me lead him along. Heat slithered through my veins. God, he was magnificent when he was jealous.

"What is it, Beastie?" I asked, tugging on his collar.

"You like Cillian's doctor." I could feel him tremble a little more violently, probably from being so close to Cillian. The mind was strange and created all sorts of physical reactions in the body when it remembered torture—and that had my green-eyed monster roaring to life. Reed was mine, and I hated that Cillian had put the fear of God in him. That was for me alone to do.

Flashing a smile, I kissed the corner of Reed's mouth, and his expression evened out. "You can admit that Dr. Mifflin is pretty. It's nice to compliment other people's belongings." I gave his leash a hefty tug, then drew him down with it so it was easier to speak in his ear. "Are you okay?" I asked, then nipped his earlobe.

He leaned back to glare. All right, if he didn't want to talk about it, that was fine.

I yanked on the leash again. "You're mine, so if, for some reason, you weren't totally okay, please know that I would slit his throat before I let him touch you again."

Reed grunted and blinked as I released the leash. He glanced up at the ceiling and nodded, and I figured that was about enough emotional crap because we'd reached the spot I was hoping to find unoccupied. Manacles and thin chains dangled from the wall. The restraints were probably enough to truly confine a small man, but they would serve more as a reminder to my beast to control himself. He stared around, gaze landing on a nearby blue leather couch. When he drifted that direction, I yanked on the leash.

"No. Bad Beastie. Wait for commands," I said, then gave him the smallest zap the collar was capable of delivering.

His eyes widened, and I snickered as a couple drifted closer, two men dressed in suits. Maybe they were day traders because they were wrapped up in clothes that cost more money than most people could afford. But they also seemed like they were brand new to the club because they were busy staring at everyone else fucking instead of doing anything with their own hard cocks. They were the best kind of audience. I shoved Reed back against the wall toward the manacles, and he bared his teeth and struggled.

I loved this, and I thought he did, too, as I shocked him again. His cock pushed out firmly against the front of his skin-tight jeans, and I grabbed it. He moaned, rocking into my grip.

"Put your hands up so I can shackle you like the beast you are."

He stared down at where I gripped him, then back into my eyes, and the heat there almost brought me to my knees—literally. Shit, he always tasted good in my mouth; however, a quick blowjob wasn't what I wanted from this scene. Sometime last week I'd noticed that he'd started tucking his hands into his pockets, hiding his scars when he could. I wanted my beast to be proud of his body, and I only wanted him to care about me and my opinions. The general public could kindly go fuck themselves.

He was mine.

Reed raised his hands, and I quickly buckled the padded leather manacles around his wrists. He gave the chains an experimental tug, then smirked, and I zapped him again without mercy. He threw his head back, body arching like a rainbow. His cock was on display even though it was still covered by a layer of cloth.

"What's happening to him?" one of the men in suits called.

I held up my phone and grinned. "Oh, just your standard shock collar. Fun for everyone. Tops, bottoms, switches."

The shorter man in the suit gasped, and the other one with red hair held him close, but I could see the interested gleam in his eyes, and I winked at his timid partner. Did the redhead want to be handled this way or did he want to shock his partner? When I glanced back at Reed, he had his teeth bared. Maybe he'd thought I was flirting because his muscles strained.

Fuck, he was perfect. I licked along his pecs, avoiding a bandage, and bit his nipples, all the while delivering small shocks that I kept amplifying until he was struggling hard. I began to worry about the chains, since they seemed close to snapping.

"Are you my beast?" I asked, then bit his pec with gusto.

He shouted, "Yes, Master!"

"Hmm, then show me how much you're mine. Come for me and all these wonderful people." I opened his pants and wasted no time shoving them down his thighs. His cock sprang free. Oh, what a delicious beast. I hummed with happiness.

"No underwear. You're a wild creature, so I suppose that's fine." I winked at him and slipped a lube packet out of my pocket. I gave him a few light shocks while I coated his hot, throbbing cock, then started the real torture.

I looked out across the crowd instead of at my beast while I toyed with him. Teased. Gave the softest caresses. I circled his cockhead with one finger. Carefully used a light grip to torment his shaft. Never a chance at satisfaction. And the entire time I met the hungry gazes of the small crowd that had gathered around us. Displayed my beast. Showed them what they wouldn't be getting fucked with. No, he was only for me. He would destroy my ass and force cum out of my balls, and all they could do was watch and salivate.

One couple broke away from the rest and went over to the nearby couch. A tall man who looked familiar—probably from seeing him here in the past—used a rainbow jock strap to guide his even taller lover's ass onto his cock. They both kept their eyes glued to me stroking off Reed, and my head swam with excitement I couldn't quite articulate.

"Master," Reed murmured.

I glanced at him and gave him a light shock that had his cock jerking in my grip.

He gasped, twisting in place, trying to force his hips forward. Begging.

"You're my beast, not the other way around. I can look at anything I want." I grinned at him and gave his cock a sweet, slow squeeze. He darted forward as far as the chains would allow, clearly going for a kiss, and I stepped out of the way, still taunting him with a slick grip that would never get him off.

"Did I say you could do that?" I shocked him, much worse than I'd been doing, and he moaned, cock twitching in my hand. Maybe my slow jerk-off session wouldn't make him come, but if I kept shocking him, he would be spraying spunk everywhere.

I glanced back over the crowd again as someone brave shuffled closer. He was younger than me by a couple of years and cute, with brown curls and deep brown eyes. Every piece of his outfit was red leather, including the vest stretched across his slim chest. He reminded me of Guisseppe, the man on security upstairs. Were they related? He flashed a gentle grin.

"Can I be next?" He widened those eyes at me and grabbed his hard cock through his leather pants. "I promise I'll do anything you say. Anything at all."

I laughed, in part because I wasn't interested, but also in amusement because he had absolutely no idea what he was asking for. "Don't make offers like that to men you don't know. You'll get your pretty little head cut off. Maybe both of them. New York City isn't safe."

He reached out and touched my hand. "Please, Sir."

There was a noise that took me by surprise, and true fear slipped through me as Reed heaved his hands away from the wall. In a flash, he reached for the idiot who'd intruded on our scene. I went from a sex buzz—my cock was trying to dig a hole through my pants—to panicking, which did amazing and bizarre things to the carnal energy careening through my body. It took all my strength to stop Reed from ripping the pretty boy's head off.

"See, what did I tell you?" I shouted while shoving hard at Reed's chest.

Then, I realized my mistake. I was wrapped in Reed's strong arms. I might as well be confined by bands of steel. I struggled, adrenaline sizzling through my blood, but really, the effort was halfhearted because I wanted that thick cock I'd been holding deep in my ass.

He tossed me over the arm of the leather couch, and I tried to crawl away, but he grabbed my belt. Just about the time I realized my phone was missing, probably on the floor somewhere, someone tossed it to me. The phone landed on the cushion in front of my face, but the screen was locked. I fumbled, opening it. With a sharp inhale of breath, I shocked Reed, but it did nothing—absolutely nothing—except make him rip my pants down to my knees. He reached forward and knocked my phone away, and seconds later he slammed his lubed cock directly into my ass.

Oh fuck.Pain and pleasure speared into me as he slid deep. My muscles spasmed, tried to force him out, but he stayed planted in my body. I slowly adjusted to him, my heart going wild while my cock pulsed against the cool leather where my body was trapped.

Reed roared like a bear, and I did nothing because my body was in shock. The sensations were almost too much. He pulled out, dragging the tip against my rim. His big hand found the back of my neck as he rammed my body with his. Pure electricity pulsed through my cock. The other couple that had been fucking on the couch picked up pace, but I barely registered their existence. All my focus was on the strength Reed was using to hold me down and fuck me. I squeezed around his thick cock, letting him know he wasn't in control of this. I was the one who wanted him to fuck me, use me, abuse me.

"Harder, Beastie," I shouted over my shoulder.

He yanked me back toward himself with a vicious hand on my hip and pounded me like his life depended on it. He let out another shout and heat washed through my abused insides. His cum. I whimpered because I was so close to finishing already, but he pulled out.

My head was spinning when he flipped me over. My lower back ached because it was arched at such a severe angle on the arm of the couch. The position was awkward, but it put my cock high in the air for him, and he closed his mouth over me in a single scalding slide of full, soft lips and tongue. My breath froze as he sucked me to the root. It was like a knife sliced through me, too much all at once. My muscles tensed and joy smashed through my stomach, nearly breaking me. I shuddered and pumped cum down his throat as I writhed, barely able to withstand the ecstasy tearing me apart.

After a few seconds, I began to laugh.

He slid his lips off my softening cock and carefully pulled me up into his solid arms. I rested my forehead on his collarbone, and he cradled me close.

"Looks like you found yourself a real stray, there, Oisín," someone called. "He's all fucked up. What's up with his hands?" There was a light ruffle of laughter—along with some sharp words from someone in the crowd who didn't appreciate the comment. I thought maybe one of the guys in suits.

I swung around, finding the dead man. He was tall and had thick muscles and bright blue eyes. Actually, I might've hit on him in the past. If that was the case, he was so fucking boring I couldn't even remember his name. As soon as I determined he wasn't from the Killough Company, I dragged up my pants. With a grin, I stepped away from Reed and planted my fist in his stupid fucking face.

After that all hell broke loose.

Dick swinging and pants hindering him, Reed tried to drag me off the asshole, and the guy was attempting to crawl away. I saw Cillian Shaughnessy laughing his ass off from across the room—he looked like maybe he'd taken a trip to the restroom and had caught the show on his way back.

Finally, it was Guisseppe who broke up the fight. The sight of the large man who worked security brought me back to my right mind—I couldn't kill someone in public—and Reed finally dragged me to my feet. He helped me zip and buckle while I did my best to memorize the face of the man I was going to hunt down and kill later. His friends took him up the stairs and out of the play area, dripping blood the whole way.

"You have to go for the night," Guisseppe said with a frown. He was a big Italian motherfucker, and usually we got along just fine, but tonight I'd pissed in his pool. "You don't wanna make me work, Oisín. What the hell?" He ran his hand over what was left of his missing ear and shook his head at me.

"He was a little, dickless prick, and next time he's getting a knife in the eye. No one talks shit about my beast and lives," I snapped.

Guisseppe laughed and just pointed toward the stairs. I passed him a couple hundred for the trouble I'd caused, then went up to the dance party above with rage still tingling across my skin in the form of goose bumps. As Reed took my hand, my heart was going wild. The thumping music washed over me and settled into my chest, making me want to fuck all over again.

"Should we go home?" Reed asked in my ear, his low voice a soothing comfort.

I pulled him down for a kiss. "No. We do what we want." I winked at him and dragged him out to the middle of the dance floor, where he held me close for the rest of the night.