Epilogue

EPILOGUE

HUDSON

“ T o the coolest World Series champion I’ve ever known,” Seamus cheers as we click the necks of our beer bottles together.

We’re celebrating at Afterburn, because what better way to celebrate than at the place my wife literally created?

After turning down the position in New York, Corbin decided he didn’t want to miss the chance of having her be a part of the project he envisioned for the New York club. So, both he and Christian offered her an Assistant Director position where she oversees the management of Afterburn and its growth, along with taking the lead on the project in New York, with her and Cruz flying in between. I’ve gone with her a few times since the start of the offseason, and the entire situation couldn’t have worked out better.

She gets her dream job, and I get my girl. Win, win.

The Afterburn bar is open nightly, but only for meet and greets. Since the opening of the club, the XConnect - Unleashed platform has skyrocketed, and it drives a ton of business to the bar almost every night .

The theme rooms are also open nightly, and Ember and I have taken to visiting often, during and after business hours.

There are shows on the weekends and special events nights a couple times a month.

Which is the reason Seamus told me he was moving here. Because the venue needed to contract high-level security on the special event nights and weekends. Ember asked Seamus if he and his team were interested.

I told her he would never agree, and like a total dick, he proved me wrong. Agreeing almost instantly when she asked.

“So, what’s the real reason you’re moving here?” I ask, calling him out on moving here so drastically.

“Your wife drives a tough bargain.” His reply is simple, but I call bullshit.

“Bullshit. You wouldn’t move here unless it was calculated, purposeful, and you had the entire thing mapped out in your head. What’s really going on?”

“I don’t need to work and only take jobs when I feel like it. This is one of those times.” He shrugs, sipping his beer, looking around the venue and not at me.

“Double bullshit,” I say again. He’s never been an emotional guy, nor has he ever needed to be around us guys. So, as much as I would like to say it’s about Jake or me and his freedom to move anywhere at his leisure…

It’s not.

He’s like a hermit crab, in almost everything, and doesn’t need to be around anyone, so I know his ass isn’t moving here for us.

“Does it have anything to do with that woman in white?” I side eye him over my beer to test his reaction because, let’s be real, the guy is an ex-SEAL and a government-trained killer.

He didn’t expect me to say that, and I can tell when a small, almost insignificant, twitch happens between his brows and his Adam’s apple bobs, but he quickly takes a swig of his drink to cover it up.

“What woman?” he replies, with zero intonation and zilch in the eye contact area, too.

I laugh and shake my head.

“Nevermind. I’m glad you’re here, brother.” I might have three biological brothers, but he doesn’t have any, and he might as well be my fourth.

I pat his shoulder right as my phone buzzes on my side of the table. Glancing at it, a message from Ember pops up.

Little Red: Room 2 - now.

“I gotta run. What time does the moving truck get here tomorrow?” I told Seamus I’d help him move his stuff in. He got a place about five minutes away from me and Ember.

“About ten. I’ll text you, fucker. Now go get laid or whatever kinky shit you’re going to do in room two.” I want to bitch slap the smug look off his face.

Instead, I smile and salute him with my middle finger.

And since I enjoy being married to my wife, my legs roadrunner straight to room two to avoid keeping her waiting. The door is cracked open, and I peek in before opening the door all the way and stepping in.

I close and lock it, then I flinch as something covers my eyes and the sensation of fabric hugs against my temple and the back of my head. Reaching up to touch it, it’s a satin blindfold, and I’m completely in the dark. I tilt my head back to peek through the bottom, but even with that, there’s no light coming through.

“Ember. I can’t see anything.” I reach my arms out and hands wrap around my wrists, guiding me forward in a rush. I feel myself panic, stumbling forward as I try to use all my other senses to take in my surroundings.

I get spun around and pushed back against a wall, and like an idiot, I try to look over my shoulder like I can actually see something. One hand gets pulled to one side, something cold hugs my wrist, and the sound of metal on metal zips through the room. The same happens too quickly on the other side, and now I’m strapped to what I know to be a bondage cross, with both arms completely immobilized.

I pull on the restraints, which is futile, because I’m definitely not going anywhere.

“Ember,” I call out, because I can’t sense her anywhere around me. The silence in the room is uncomfortable, and I hate that I haven’t even heard her voice.

A soft sweep of air grazes the exposed skin of my face, and I can feel her close. Fingertips trail the front of my shirt, and a slight cool breeze brushes past my chest and abs as the shirt is splayed open.

Her hands continue to my belt, unlatching the buckle and unbuttoning my pants, then she tugs the denim down, taking my shoes and socks with it.

My already hard cock tents behind my boxers and I’m fully exposed. It’s nothing new, how fast she can turn me on, but the uncertainty of my surroundings has me on edge.

“Ember, baby. I need to hear your voice.” Because what if I walked into the wrong fucking room? It was door number two, right? Now I’m second guessing myself. “Ember, say something.” Uncertainty laces the tone of my voice.

Fingers curl into the waistband of my boxers, which get pulled down, and my cock bounces out as I feel the fabric pool at my feet.

“Ember, seriously, fucking say something.” I’m pulling on the cuffs, trying to pull myself away from the board I’m currently chained to, revisiting every moment since I stepped through the door.

Hot breath coats the crown of my cock, as a hand wraps around the base, and I stall. Panic surges through my body, but before I can say anything more, hot wet lips wrap around the tip and both hands move around to grip my ass, pushing my cock all the way to the back of her throat.

“Ah, fuck!” I throw my head back, drowning in the pleasure of her mouth. I know it’s hers. Because it’s fucking incredible, it’s always incredible. But no matter how sure I am, I’m still running on pure apprehension and fear.

Her head bobs back and forth, using her hands to pull my hips closer as she fucks her face with my cock.

She’s relentless tonight. And completely unstoppable in my current status, being chained to the wall. She continues, her pace flawless, taking me all the way down to the back of her throat, gagging slightly before releasing, just to repeat over and over again.

“Jesus, Ember, please,” I plead, because I need confirmation. I need to hear her. “Say something.” My voice is unsteady as I attempt to prevent myself from coming, begging, downright begging.

She pops off the tip, and I shudder at the loss. Fuck, I was so close. I could have come if I wasn’t holding back from the stress of the unknown and my anxiety getting the best of me.

Lips suck in my bottom lip that’s slacked, as I try to catch my breath, and she kisses me, pulling my head down to meet hers. Her tropical and citrus scent wafts over me, and I instantly feel at ease.

She pulls away gently and smiles over my mouth.

“You are never doing that again. I feel like I’m having a heart attack.” I huff out a breath and my head hits the backboard, relieved. But only a little, because I’m still restrained and completely at the mercy of my currently psychotic wife .

“What if it wasn’t me? You didn’t even try to kick me away,” she asks, as she walks away, opening a drawer, tsking.

The dominant Ember, that comes out of her when she’s feeling strong and confident, is a fucking sight to be seen. I wish I could see her right now.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I reply. “Take off my blindfold.”

“No.”

The sound of a plastic snap grabs my attention, and I naturally turn my head in that direction, but I’m not even certain where it came from until fingers graze past my balls and cold liquid is brushed between my cheeks.

“What the fuck!” My hips jerk forward. “Ember, what are you doing?”

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” I hear her self-satisfied smile.

She’s Satan. My wife is Satan.

Just then, Satan steps between my legs, presses a cold tip to my back hole, and pushes in slowly. She wraps her hand around the base of my cock and tugs forward, granting me both pleasure and pain, and she continues to push what feels like a goddamn light post in me.

“Emb—” I’m interrupted by my own moaning as my ass swallows the plug to the base.

She continues to stroke my cock, moving my hips slightly and making the plug move just enough to make me mewl at the sensation.

I move and attempt to shift my stance, but quickly realize it just prods at my prostate and sends uncontrollable shockwaves to my cock, pushing pre-cum out of the tip.

I feel completely out of control.

And just when I think I can’t drown anymore, she wraps her lips around my cock and takes me down her throat again.

“Fuck, fuckkk…” My voice is cavernous and desperate .

I was close before, but now—now I’m on the precipice of shooting myself into another galaxy.

Her pace is perfect, her mouth is hot and wet, and with every bob of her neck and shift in my legs, the plug rubs against my prostate, careening me closer to an orgasm.

“I’m so close… I’m gonna come.”

She fucking stops. Everything.

I grunt, pushing my hips forward, asking for more.

“Ember,” I’m begging again. “Please don’t fucking stop.”

She snaps something on my left wrist, and it falls to my side, then does the same with the right. My arms tingle from the position change, but I lift them to my face. Pulling the blindfold back over my head, and it falls to the floor.

The room is dimmed, but it still takes my eyes a moment to adjust as I squint and glance around.

Ember’s standing a few feet away, taking slow and calculated steps backward, biting her lip with that smile I could hear through my blindfold.

“You can fuck me. But you have to leave that in.” She dips her chin and eyes my ass. “And if you don’t make me come first, I get thirty-two hours of whatever I want to do to you.”

Oh, this little hellion.

I step forward in her direction, and instantly regret it when the plug rubs my prostate and stops me in my tracks. My jaw drops, and I have to huff out a steady breath.

She’s already sitting on the bed, with her legs spread open, just fucking waiting for me, and I’m standing here trying to prevent pre-ejaculation from just walking.

I grab my cock and squeeze hard as I take another slow step, then another. Feeding myself enough pain to get through the pleasure of walking.

I have no idea how I’m going to get through fucking her long enough to make her come before me. But she did say I could fuck her, not that I had to .

So, I drop to my knees in front of her and palm her sternum, pushing her back against the bed, and swipe my tongue through her slit.

Her moaning makes me clench, and again, a stab to the prostate, and pre-cum leaks out of my cock.

“Goddammit, woman. You are going to be the death of me,” I say, between licking and sucking her clit as I glance up, and she’s pinching her nipples.

Her red hair is splayed out over the bed, and her strawberry lips are as flush as her cheeks as she groans and chants my name.

I begin to hear the trembling in her voice and her legs share the same demise, shaking under my hands.

Staying as still as possible, I lick and suck while holding her arms down at her sides. She’s writhing underneath me as her moans get louder and louder.

I want her as wretched as I am.

Sitting up from my kneeling position, I line myself up, tapping the crown of my cock on her clit and rubbing it through her pussy. She’s fucking soaking and so ready.

“Beg me. Beg me for my cock.” I press the tip at her entrance and wait.

Her head lifts off the bed, and her gorgeous emerald eyes, as dark as the deepest parts of the ocean, meet mine. A smirk tips the corner of her lips, and I realize immediately how much of a fool I am to think she’d give in to me tonight.

She wraps her legs around my waist, pressing her heels into my ass pulling me into her, giving herself what she needs and giving that evil plug a deeper nudge.

I bite my lip, and one hand falls to the bed. Holding myself up with it, I piston into her, while thumbing her clit with the other, clinging on to as much determination as I can.

Her determination is on full display, not giving me a hint of how close she could be .

“Fuck.” My whisper is defeated. She’s hell bent on winning that goddamn thirty-two hours, and I’m taking the losing train to Orgasmville.

I’m about to give in, but her pussy flutters around me, and she finally moans so loud it comes from the depths of her chest as she throws her head back against the bed. This little minx was holding out, trying to stay quiet on me. I thrust into her harder as she comes around my cock, and the faster movement rubs the plug in perfect rhythm, and I fucking explode.

Everything around me goes dark and my vision blurs. Bits of fluorescents flash behind my eyelids and all over the room as I blink them open to watch Ember ride out her high.

I catch my breath and reach down to pull out the plug that doesn’t feel nearly as good coming out as it does going in. I throw it on the ground, because, well, I’m mad at it. For the amount of control it had over me.

Then look over at the woman that will never cease to amaze me. The woman who caught my attention from the moment I laid eyes on her, and the woman she’s becoming. I love every single experience we’ve been through together, and after the stunt she pulled tonight, I have no doubt she’ll keep me on my toes—and probably cuffed to a chair.