Epilogue

EPILOGUE

ASHLEY

L ong distance sucked.

It had been the right choice for me, but as the months had passed, the time away from Bobby grew more difficult.

I wanted more.

Bobby sat at his workbench, cutting leather strips, while I nursed the coffee he'd made for me on the couch.

As was often the case, at his house, I wore nothing but my collar and cuffs, under the agreement I was free for his use. I had expected his zealous passion for me to wane as the months passed, but with each visit, it only increased.

Lamp light glistened over the roped muscles of his forearms, still one of my favourite parts of his body. I loved the way I turned to putty in his arms. Whether it was manipulating my body to yield to him until I lost all sense, or the way he'd scoop me up so tenderly to tell me he'd missed me.

At my house, he was the perfect boyfriend by day, charming my sister and her family, and treating me like an absolute princess. Only by night did his inner creep come out.

There was a level of apprehension about upsetting the delicate balance we had. But where I'd at first craved my independence, over the months I craved the stability he gave me. I enjoyed being his pet and his princess and grew loathful of the emptiness of my bed without him.

‘Bobby,' I said, sidling up beside him and using my hand to still his. ‘Can we talk about something?'

Without hesitation, he downed tools and pulled me onto his lap. ‘Always.'

‘I wish we didn't have to be apart so often.'

His fingers travelled the length of my spine with a tenderness that made me weak.

‘Are you asking to move in with me?' His eyes glittered at the thought.

‘I don't know. I don't want to be long distance, but I also don't want to give up everything again. I did it once, and I hated it. There's no room at my place for your workshop, and I don't want to move this far from my sister.' Nerves made my stomach roil. With Jerry, he'd demanded I drop everything for his career. It's what a good girlfriend did. Would Bobby expect the same?

‘Darlin', I'd work out of a garden shed if it meant being with you every day.'

My muscles relaxed, and I looped my arms around his neck. ‘You would?'

‘I love you Ashley. You crawled into my life and leashed me good and proper. I'd follow you across the world for one more glance at that fine ass of yours.'

I laughed, endorphins buzzing through me.

‘Do you mean that? That you love me?'

Reaching into my hair, he grasped the strands and tipped my mouth to his, his lips brushing mine as he spoke.

‘I fucking love every single part of you, Ashley. I love it when you wake me in the morning to tell me every detail of the wild dream you've had, or watching the sun stripe your paint speckled cheeks as you work. I love the quiet moments where you whimper in my lap as I play with your hair. I love it when you crawl for me, and when I can still humiliate you even after we know one another so well. I love that you gift me with your submission and take my depravity with such fervour.'

‘I love being yours,' I whispered back. ‘I love that you can bring me to my knees in the most heinous way, but that you don't view me as lesser when you cherish me. I love that you're my very own creep.'

‘You'll never get rid of me,' he groaned between harried kisses. ‘You're mine .'

Bobby stood, leaving me pouting at his sudden departure.

‘I have something for you, something I've been meaning to give you,' he said, sounding somewhat shy. A side of him I wasn't used to.

‘A gift?' I squirmed upright and smiled.

The box in his hand was small, velvety and black. My eyebrows shot up.

‘Don't get your panties in a twist. It's not a ring. You've made it clear that if we go down that route, you want to be steering the ship.' Bobby laughed at the relief that must have washed over my face. ‘Open it.'

Taking the box, I lifted the lid. A golden disc nestled against the soft interior. Words were inscribed on it.

PET

Property of Bobby

It flushed me with heightened pleasure. A dog tag for my collar.

‘Turn it over pet.'

I did. Heat filled my face at the rear inscription.

Cunt and mouth only

With eyes like saucers, I glanced at him.

‘I think it's time we let my friends see why I'm so head over heels for you, my love.'

T he car tyres crunched, the track bumpy beneath us.

The A/C blasted, making my skin goose-pimple. Returning to Bobby's cabin for the summer had been a joy, but the sticky heat made me so uncomfortable. Still, the air conditioning was too cold. I'd have reached out and reduced its icy blast, but with my cuffs attached and the blindfold obscuring my vision, there was little I could do.

A gag stopped any conversation, drool dripping onto my naked chest and wetting the seatbelt which held me captive.

Bobby had said he'd wanted me to meet some of his friends.

I had expected lunch, not to be trussed up and thrown in the car with my bare ass on show. At least it was dark out.

I really, really hoped a cop didn't pull us over. I envisioned it, a police officer finding me like this. A dark part of me preened at the thought. Maybe Bobby would offer me for the officer's pleasure to get out of a ticket…

Clenching my thighs, I let the fantasy play out in my mind; the seat growing slick beneath me.

‘Here we are, Pet. I hope you're going to be a good girl for me.'

Bobby's deep voice reassured me as my seatbelt clicked open.

‘Remember what I told you? I will keep you safe. You can let me know if it all gets too much. Otherwise, obey and you'll be rewarded.'

He had me practically panting with need by the time he'd lifted me out of the car. Still hot tarmac met my feet despite the outside temperature finally beginning to dip with the oncoming night.

Suddenly, Bobby pressed me over the hood of the car, the warm metal meeting my naked flesh. Fingers taunted my pussy from behind, his chest pressing to my back.

‘This is mine. Don't forget it. I may let others use it tonight, if you're a very good pet, but it will always belong to me.'

I tried to garble out a Yes, Sir , but the gag restricted my ability to do anything other than melt under his divine touch.

Then we were on the move again. Noise met me, along with the smell of alcohol and cigar smoke, as we stepped inside a building. I wished I could see. Knowing that people surrounded us, that people were looking at me collared and naked, and I couldn't see who they were sent fear and desire into me.

By the time Bobby had forced me to my knees at his feet, I was already halfway to subspace, my mind foggy with need. He unclipped my cuffs, setting my hands free.

Greetings passed over my head, other men conversing easily with Bobby while I sat there gagged and ignored.

Why was it so hot?

‘This is Ashley,' he said, finally referring to me. ‘My sweet pet.'

‘About time you took her to meet us. She's a fine-looking lass from where I'm sitting.' A Scottish accented man said from behind me.

‘Is she well behaved?' another asked.

‘Ashley,' Bobby said. Instantly I perked up. He took off my blindfold. The room beyond him was dimly lit. Luxurious furnishings interspersed with people, mostly men but some women, wearing smart clothing. Primly dressed servers moved between couches, topping up drinks. It was far from the seedy dive bar I'd thought we'd land in. ‘Fuck my shoe, darlin'.'

Panic filled my stomach as I glanced at the group of men surrounding us, all seated casually and drinking whisky. So many people watched me. Seeing me not as a fully fledged successful human, but as a sex toy. A pleasure slave.

Bobby waited, his warm eyes focused on my face. He was waiting to see if I'd back out. If this level of degradation was too much for me.

Stares burned into me, searing me with a heightened awareness. I shifted, sliding my thighs open and pressing myself to the polished leather of his shoe.

‘Such a good girl,' he crooned as I rocked my hips.

My cheeks flamed as a man chuckled behind me.

‘She's got a fine ass, that's for sure,' a voice said.

Their comments and laughter spurred me on, adding to the delicious deviance of the act. Never would I have thought I'd be surrounded by a group of men watching me pleasure myself, far less against my boyfriend's shoe. Tension coiled at the wrongness of it. At the rightness.

I whimpered as I slid against him, desperation driving each thrust of my hips.

Before I could come, Bobby dragged me onto his lap, laughing as I begged him to let me finish. But he wanted me to know who watched us. Hiding my face in his lap while I humped at his leg wasn't enough.

‘Show them, Pet,' he said, turning me to face his friends. They watched me with idle fascination as I spread myself for them, my wet cunt on display.

‘Damn, she's a filthy one.'

‘Do we get to share?'

‘Can she swallow that monster cock of yours?'

The conversation was hard to follow, but before I'd had time to process it, one man was walking over to us, unbuckling his belt. He slid on a condom, stroking his shaft as he approached.

‘Bobby,' I moaned, needing him to okay it.

‘I want to watch you take him. Make up for all those years Jerry denied you, my love. These are my friends and I enjoy sharing with them. I want you to be used like you deserve. You'll take them for me, won't you?' The words rumbled against my ear, and I nodded.

Bobby's hand slid to my throat, pinning me in place while his friend knelt in front of us.

‘Damn, you're a pretty thing,' he said, stroking his dick through my wet folds. ‘Look at you, trying to get me inside. What a perfect slut for your owner.'

Reaching out, he turned over the golden tag that hung from my collar, reading the read inscription. With a nod at Bobby, he trained his eyes on mine as he pushed inside me, my thighs trembling over Bobby's.

‘How does she feel?' Someone called.

‘Like a needy slut,' he groaned, pulling out and pressing back into me. Bobby's fingers tightened on my throat, reducing my breathing to shallow pants as his friend fucked me. His other hand dipped between my legs, teasing me. He didn't seem to care that his friend's pelvis smacked against his hand as his thrusts grew more erratic. From the increasingly large bulge against my ass, he was as turned on as I.

Being taken by complete strangers while my boyfriend held me for them had me reaching new heights. When an orgasm washed over me, I moaned lustily, giving in entirely to the moment. The man came when my pussy tightened around him, whispering dirty nothings to me as my metal tag jungled with each thrust.

‘Thank you,' I whimpered as he slid out of me, leaving me gaping for the world to see.

Bobby shifted beneath me, unleashing his dick and covering it in lube from a bottle he'd had in his pocket. He'd come prepared.

Grasping me around the waist, he pressed against my ass. I gripped his arms, my nails clawing at him as he forced his way into my ass. I caught sight of us in a mirrored pillar beyond the couches. Seeing myself there, with the pink collar set on, my hair a mess and sweat clinging to my naked skin, made me horny all over again. I loved being Bobby's girlfriend. Being pampered and looked after. But I needed his depravity. My depravity. And I counted my lucky stars that no matter what, I trusted he'd forever foster my need for sex. For dirty, despicable sex.

With my chest heaving, he seated me fully on his cock, my vision blurring at the intensity of it. Another man approached, pressing his sheathed cock to my lips and making me swallow him down. There was no kindness in his touch, and that only made me want to please him all the more.

He withdrew his drool covered dick and knelt, pushing it into me. The tightness was overwhelming. Between him and Bobby, I was sure I was going to burst open like an overripe fruit.

‘Fucking hell,' the man mumbled, twisting my nipples until I cried. With a stroke of his tongue, he gathered my tears, consuming them.

My stomach lurched, yet my cunt flooded.

‘I'm so proud of you,' Bobby grunted in my ear. ‘Pleasing my friends for me. What a perfect little cock-whore you are.'

Their cocks rubbed inside me, only separated by a swathe of delicate flesh. I lost myself to their touches. Bobby's soft praise mingling with the other man's rough treatment.

‘Look at this dirty little cunt swallowing me up,' the man growled, before forcing two fingers inside me alongside his cock, curling them up to my g-spot. I lost any last semblance of control. The stretch was painfully delightful, causing my body to quake.

With the fullness of the cocks, and the dirtiness of their words, I came hard, squirting all over the man's dick, my face reddening at the mess. Pleasure overtook my body, and I didn't have time to recover before another man took his place.

All the while, Bobby was there, holding me. Claiming me. Reassuring me. Loving me.

In the way I needed.