Epilogue

Grace carefully stepped forward, her feet touching the ground and her hand in Ford's grasp the only tethers to the environment around her. She couldn't see a thing for the black silk fabric covering her eyes.

"How much longer?" she asked and heard Ford's satisfied chuckle. He was enjoying himself.

"A few more seconds."

He had been working on the room in their attic for weeks, not letting Grace inside under any circumstances. He even kept the keys on him at all times.

The door creaked and a gentle nudge to the small of her back propelled her into the room. With a swift tug, the fabric fell away, and she blinked, adjusting to the light. As her eyes focused, she couldn't suppress a gasp.

The room before her was a sensual palace. Leather straps adorned the walls, their purpose unmistakable. A sturdy sex swing hung from the ceiling, promising delightful adventures. And there, in a place of honor, stood the love-chair Grace had invented.

Her gaze darted around, taking in the array of other "accessories" artfully arranged throughout the space. Each item held the potential for pleasure, for exploration.

Ford's voice broke through her awe. "Whenever you come up with new prototypes, we can test them here first."

She turned to him, seeing the mixture of pride and desire in his eyes. A slow smile spread across her face as she imagined the possibilities this room held for them. She also felt warmth in her chest knowing how long he'd spent to set it up just to make her happy. When she first met him, she couldn't have imagined that the proper and righteous thief-taker would love all the accessories within her brothel.

"Thank you," Grace said, struggling between tears of joy and happy laughter.

"You don't have to thank me," Ford said. "I love you. I want to make you the happiest woman on earth. In bed and out of it," he added with a mischievous grin.

Grace's own lips widened as she reached for him. "Shall we begin the testing now?"

Without a word, Ford captured her lips in a searing kiss that left her breathless. His mouth moved hungrily against hers, igniting a fire deep within her core. Grace's fingers tangled in his hair as she responded with equal fervor, their tongues locked in a sensual dance.

Ford's hands began to wander, exploring every inch of her body with a reverence that made her heart race. Grace arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as he traced a path down her neck, eliciting a delicious ache between her thighs.

Before going further, Ford pulled away, a teasing smile on his lips. "I thought we might try something new today."

She raised a brow. "What would you like to try?"

He walked to one of the shelves on the wall and picked up a little cone-shaped stone attached to a metal handle. He turned to her and raised a brow.

Grace licked her lips. "You first."

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TW: slightly racier scene than usual. Proceed with caution.

Ford quickly undressed, standing completely naked before her. His cock to grew and swell rapidly under her admiring gaze. He walked to the wall, pressed his palms against it, and spread his feet, preparing for the new experience. His heart drummed violently in his chest, as butterflies roamed around in his belly. He couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as he watched her take great care in slathering it with her herbal oils.

Then she walked toward him and kissed his back. Her finger drew a line on his back as she traced his skin, sending shivers all over his body. She teased the crease of his buttocks with her fingers, caressing him gently.

Ford groaned at the sensation.

Then he felt it, the gentle touch of the stone against his bottom. Grace's touch was gentle and deliberate as she teased him with stone.

Ford's hands gripped the wall, bracing himself for what was to come.

Grace leaned in and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then his back, before her hand snaked around to cup his sack. A low groan escaped Ford's lips at the sensation, and he felt himself growing harder under her touch.

Grace continued to trace her way up his cock, sending jolts of pleasure through him.

With her other hand, she pushed the stone into him, eliciting another groan. Finally, it was seated fully inside him, teasing at the sensitive spot he never knew existed. Ford turned toward her and took her mouth in a passionate kiss. He whirled her around and pressed her back to the wall, every movement adding to the pleasure from his backside and spreading throughout his body. His cock hardened even more, posting at her hot, wet center.

"Ford," she moaned and kissed him deeply, causing shivers to run down his skin.

With one thrust he seated inside her molten core, the sensation from both sides driving him wild. He clenched, as he drove himself into her again and again, causing heat to travel through his veins. A tingle developed low in his belly, then spread low onto his back, until it was all he felt.

He pressed his finger against her swollen nub to accelerate her pleasure. She moaned and whimpered, her hips moving in rhythm with his thrust. Her nails dug into his back as she screamed his name and shuddered around him.

His own climax followed swift and hard.

As their breaths slowed down, sweat drying off their skin, Grace raised her head and looked deeply into his eyes. "My turn."