Epilogue

Amy

The entire evening had been perfect—almost too perfect.

Which was why I couldn’t resist shaking things up just a little .

As the elevator doors opened directly into his living room, I stepped inside, kicking off my heels and stretching my arms over my head. The night skyline sparkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city below alive with its usual hum of activity.

But up here, in his penthouse, it was just us.

And I liked it that way.

“I can’t believe you pulled off all of that without me suspecting a thing,” I said, glancing over my shoulder as Aleksei followed me inside, already shrugging off his jacket.

He smirked, tossing the jacket onto a nearby chair. “It wasn’t easy. You’re not exactly subtle when you’re suspicious.”

I rolled my eyes, walking toward the sleek kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. “Well, you got me. It was… perfect. Better than perfect.”

“Good,” he said, his voice low and warm as he moved closer. “Because I wasn’t going to settle for anything less.”

I turned, leaning against the counter as I sipped my wine, letting my gaze sweep over him. His tie was loose, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hint of his chest. He looked relaxed, smug, and completely in control—exactly the way he always did.

And it was maddeningly attractive.

“What?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he caught the look on my face.

“Nothing,” I said, a slow smile spreading across my lips. “Just… thinking.”

“About what?” he pressed, stepping closer until he was right in front of me, his presence overwhelming in the best way.

“Oh, you know,” I said airily, setting the glass down on the counter. “How you’ve spent all this time being the one in charge, always calling the shots…”

His smirk widened, his hands settling on either side of me, caging me in.

“That’s because Daddy is the one in charge, baby girl. Don’t tell me you’re about to challenge that.”

“Maybe,” I said, tilting my head, my voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Unless you’re afraid to let me.”

His dark eyes flashed with amusement, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m not afraid of anything, my Amy.”

“Prove it,” I said, my heart racing as the words left my lips.

He pulled back slightly, studying me with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. “And how exactly do you propose I do that?”

I grinned, slipping out from under his arms and grabbing his hand, tugging him toward the bedroom. “Trust me,” I said, my voice light and teasing. “You’ll see.”

By the time we reached his massive bed, I could feel the anticipation crackling between us. The sheets were freshly made, the sleek black comforter smooth and inviting. I turned to face him, biting my lip as I gestured for him to sit.

“Amy,” he said warningly.

“Just sit,” I insisted, my smile widening. “You said you trusted me, remember?”

He raised an eyebrow but complied, sitting on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders relaxed as he watched me. I moved to the nightstand, pulling out the silk ties he kept there, his gaze narrowing slightly as he realized what I was holding.

“Amy,” he repeated, this time with a hint of suspicion.

I stepped closer, looping one of the ties around his wrist, my fingers brushing against his skin.

“Relax,” I said, my voice soft. “You’re always the one in control. Just… let me, just this once.”

He tilted his head, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t stop me as I gently guided his arms back, securing his wrists to the headboard.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he murmured, sounding amused as I tightened the knots.

“A little,” I admitted, my cheeks flushing as I leaned in, my lips brushing against his. “But mostly, I’m just proving a point.”

“And what point is that?” he asked in a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.

“That even you,” I whispered with a mischievous smile, “can be bested sometimes.”

His laugh was deep and genuine, though his eyes glinted with a promise that made my heart skip a beat. “Careful, baby girl. You might not like what happens when I get free.”

I leaned back, my smile turning smug. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

I stood back for a moment, letting the sight of Aleksei tied to the headboard really sink in. His wrists were bound with soft silk, the muscles in his arms taut but relaxed. His expression challenged me, but there was also a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” he said, his voice low and filled with that all too familiar confidence.

“Oh, I am,” I replied, stepping closer, my fingers brushing against the first button of his shirt. “More than you can imagine.”

His dark eyes locked onto mine as I slowly undid the top button. The fabric parted slightly, revealing the strong lines of his collarbone and the faint scar that cut across his skin.

I traced the edge of the scar lightly with my fingertips, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. “You never told me how you got this,” I said, my voice soft.

“It’s a long story,” he said, his lips curving into a faint smile.

“I’ve got time,” I answered, undoing the next button, my hands steady despite the heat pooling in my stomach.

He smirked, his gaze dropping to my hands as they worked.

“Careful, baby girl. You might start thinking you’re in control.”

“Oh, I know I am,” I teased, letting the words hang in the air as I tugged open the fabric of his shirt, exposing the expanse of his chest and revealing every inch of his perfectly sculpted torso.

My breath hitched slightly, my fingers skimming over his skin as I drank him in. He was strong, lean, and undeniably gorgeous, every line and curve of his body so perfect that he could be carved out of marble.

“You like what you see,” he said, his voice teasing but low with a hint of something darker.

“I like a lot of things about you,” I admitted. “But right now, I’m enjoying this view.”

He chuckled, the sound rich and velvety, sending shivers racing down my spine. “Keep going, baby girl. Let’s see how far you’re willing to take this.”

I smirked, stepping back slightly to unbuckle his belt, the metallic click loud in the quiet room. His gaze didn’t waver, his eyes burning into mine as I tugged the belt free and dropped it to the floor.

“You’re so cocky,” I said, unbuttoning his pants and slowly sliding down the zipper.

“And you love it,” he replied, his voice a soft rumble that sent heat coursing through me.

I didn’t answer, but the flush on my cheeks probably said more than words ever could. His confidence was infuriating, intoxicating, and completely irresistible.

As I slid his pants down, revealing more of his perfect body, I couldn’t help but smile. He might be tied up now, but the look in his eyes made it clear—he was still the one in charge.

Or at least, he wanted me to think so.

I took a step back, letting my hands drift to the hem of my dress. His gaze darkened as I slowly slid it up, revealing more of my thighs, and the black lace of my panties.

“Keep going,” he urged, his voice low and rough, like gravel smoothed by velvet.

I tugged the dress higher, savoring the way his eyes tracked every inch of exposed skin. The dress slipped over my hips, then my waist, until I pulled it over my head. I tossed it aside, standing before him in just my lingerie.

His jaw tightened, his eyes roaming over my body like he was memorizing every curve, every detail. The air between us crackled, the tension palpable and electric.

For the first time, his hands pulled against the silk ties, his muscles flexing as he tested their strength.

I smiled, my fingers working the clasp of my bra loose. The straps slid down my shoulders, the fabric falling away to the floor. His breath hitched, barely audible, but the way his gaze lingered on me sent a thrill racing through my veins.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, the words a stark contrast to the raw hunger in his eyes.

I stepped closer, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down, the lace brushing against my skin before joining the pile of clothes at my feet. I stood there, completely bare, my heart pounding as I watched him take me in.

His wrists pulled against the silk ties again, harder this time. But he couldn’t get free. I’d tied him up tight.

“Untie me, Amy,” he said, his voice rough, almost pleading.

“No,” I said, smirking as I climbed up on the bed and straddled him, my hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “Not yet.”

His eyes blazed, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl.”

“Maybe,” I whispered, leaning in so our lips were barely an inch apart. “But I think we both know who’s really winning right now.”

His laugh was dark, filled with promise.

“Oh, baby girl,” he said, his voice a low purr. “Enjoy this moment while it lasts. Because when I’m free, you’re going to pay for every second of it.”

I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “We’ll see about that, Daddy.”

“I mean it, little girl,” he promised, but I quieted him with a single roll of my hips, pressing my bare pussy against his cock. His piercing slid against my clit and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

He was hard. Probably unbearably so.

“I know, Daddy. You’ll take me over your knee, redden my ass with your belt, and then fuck me until I scream and writhe and come for you, won’t you?” I mused, rolling my hips again, teasing and taunting him with my body.

He growled, the sound a bit lower, a bit more unhinged with desire.

It was driving me wild.

“You might fuck my pussy, but…” I began.

“Baby girl,” he warned.

“But you’ll probably punish my asshole with your big fat cock,” I continued, all while dragging my wet pussy up and down his shaft. I could feel him twitching beneath me and I smirked a little at my victory.

“I’ll fuck that pretty little ass as hard as you need it to be fucked,” he threatened, and my pussy clenched tight.

“I’m sure you will, Daddy,” I teased him and then I lifted my hips and adjusted his cock so that it was perfectly lined up with my entrance. “I’m sure that my spanking will sting and your cock inside my bottom will hurt, but you’re still kind of tied up here, at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Baby girl…” His voice was guttural, deep and commanding, the sound vibrating through me as I straddled him, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over his bare chest.

“Let me hear you beg for me, Daddy,” I pressed, just hovering over his cock. He tried to press his hips upward, but I was prepared for that and lifted my hips just a bit higher.

“Let me go,” he demanded, and I shook my head, lowering myself just enough so that just the head of his pierced cock pushed inside me before I pulled back.

“Wait until I get a hold of my belt, little girl,” he growled.

“I know, Daddy,” I teased. He tugged at the bonds once more, but I’d tied them tight, and he wasn’t about to get free.

“You won’t be able to sit for a week after I’m through with you, baby girl,” he warned.

The promise in his voice sent a shiver racing through me, but I didn’t falter. This was my moment, my chance to turn the tables, and I wasn’t going to let him take it from me—not yet.

I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear.

“Maybe I like living dangerously,” I whispered, my voice trembling just enough to betray the thrill racing through me.

“You’re playing with fire,” he said, his breath warm against my skin.

“I want to see if you burn,” I replied, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “Now beg for me, Daddy.”

His growl was low and feral, his wrists pulling harder against the silk ties.

I allowed myself to sink down a single inch, taking the head of his big, pierced cock inside me.

“Oh, God, you feel so good, baby girl,” he groaned.

I sank down another inch, and another, until he was fully seated inside of me, but I didn’t move.

I simply clenched my pussy around his cock.

“Ride me, baby. Be a good girl for Daddy,” he tried.

“That’s not the kind of begging I want, Daddy,” I countered with a smirk, and I tightened around him once more. I leaned downward, letting my breath ghost over his lips before pressing mine against his for a soft kiss.

I started grinding against him, the friction making my legs tremble, but the satisfaction of feeling his hands pull at the silk ties made it worth it.

And then, the words finally left his mouth.

It was a single word. A single syllable, really, that held so much power, and as soon as I heard it, I knew that I had won.

“ Please , baby girl.”

It was the last shred of his control, the final vestige of his pride, and I had finally ripped it away.

I smiled, my heart hammering in my chest. Because, just this once, I had gotten what I wanted.

I had bested him.

I didn’t gloat. I didn’t rub it in. I simply smiled and rolled my hips with a soft moan.

“Come on, baby girl. Ride Daddy’s cock.”

I started riding his cock, taking him in further with each roll of my hips. His piercing hit my G-spot just right and I gasped out loud.

“My pleasure, Daddy,” I whispered, moving my hips faster and faster.

It didn’t take long for the pressure to start building in my core. I rode him like a wild filly, taking him deeper with every movement until all at once, my orgasm exploded over me like a firework.

I moaned, clinging to him as the waves of pleasure crashed through me, stealing the breath from my lungs, and leaving me panting.

He growled, his hips thrusting upward, burying himself inside me, and I moaned, the sensation sending me careening toward another orgasm.

I came again, the sensation more intense than anything I had ever felt before. My whole body shook, and I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls of his penthouse.

I rode him through several more orgasms before I had my fill, my sweat-slickened body trembling from the intensity of each one.

When I finally collapsed on his chest, completely spent and thoroughly satisfied, I could still feel the tension in his muscles.

He hadn’t come yet.

The urge to release him was strong, but the sight of him tied up, his skin glistening with sweat, his hair mussed, and his eyes filled with hunger…

It was an image that would stay with me for the rest of my life.

I didn’t make him stay that way for too long. Eventually, I reached over his head and untied the bonds, all while he was staring up at me with a dark look on his face.

I was about to pay for this.

Dearly .

And I couldn’t wait.

“Climb off Daddy’s cock, now, baby girl,” he dictated, and I nodded, obeying him without question.

He swung his legs over to the side of the bed and stalked to where I’d thrown his belt, only to grab it and turn back to me, his eyes glinting with dangerous arousal, his cock still hard and jutting up between his legs, glistening with my cum all over it.

It was another moment that would stay with me for the rest of my life.

“Daddy won’t need rope to pin you face down so he can deal with that tight little ass tonight, baby girl. What comes next is going to hurt,” he growled.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, Daddy,” I sassed.

And even as I watched him stalk toward me with the belt in his hand, knowing soon I was going to be pinned to the bed, belted hard, and fucked even harder, I knew that we were both winners tonight.

Because there was nothing quite as satisfying as a game well-played.