Masked Indulgence Extended Epilogue
Nixon
With our two-year-old, Maximus and our eight-month-old, Serenity at home with my parents, I scooped up Katana, running away with her for the night. Our third Christmas together and third wedding anniversary had me taking her on a little adventure.
Blindfolded and handcuffed, Katana sat in the passenger seat of my Maserati. “I know I can’t see anything, but I can feel how fast you’re going, Nix. What’s the rush?”
“Baby, this is one fast machine. One does not drive a masterpiece like this little beauty slowly.” I reached over and patted her on the leg. Her fishnet stockings took me back to the first night we met.
I’d dolled her up in an outfit similar to the one she wore that fateful night, a little teddy made out of satin and lace. After covering her daring attire with a trench coat, I smuggled the mother of our two gorgeous children out while Mom and Dad had the kids on the deck feeding seagulls. If the kids saw us leave, they’d throw fits to get to go with us. And we couldn’t have that. Not on this night.
Aiming to recreate that passion we’d felt that night, I wanted everything to be perfect. So I’d borrowed a friend’s little love nest, complete with fun toys for our combined pleasure.
Pulling into the long drive that would take us to the secluded home that sat on the edge of a cliff, looking out over the Pacific Ocean, I found my cock already growing with anticipation. Easy boy, we have a ways to go yet.
“You’re slowing down, we must be there,” Katana said with an eagerness to her sweet voice that did nothing to help the state of arousal I was trying to control.
“We’re here. And now it’s time for you and me to take on our roles. It’s Master from here on out, my little slave girl.” I parked the car in the garage and got out to retrieve my wife.
After carrying her inside, I took in the small place my friend called his love shack. The kitchen wasn’t anything special, a regular old white fridge, a small stove that matched and nothing else. White and black tiles made the kitchen look dated. But I supposed that wasn’t what my friend wanted to put his money into with the place he used exclusively for playing with women who liked the same things he did.
Venturing on, I carried Katana through the kitchen and into the living area. Done in reds and blacks, the place looked like a Satanist must live there. Which thankfully wasn’t true. Spending the night in some haunted place wasn’t what I was shooting for.
Oh, I did want to hear some screams, groans, and growls but I would prefer them to come from Katana and myself, rather than angry demonic spirits. It was Christmas, not Halloween after all.
Without any lights on, the room could only be seen in shadows. When I found a light switch, I flipped it up, and the room became bathed in red light. “Spooky,” I found myself mumbling.
“Spooky?” Katana asked. “Can I see?”
I put her down and took the blindfold away from her eyes. She blinked a few times as she looked around. “See,” I said, “spooky.”
With a nod, she agreed. “I like it.” Pointing up at the ceiling, she asked, “And what are those tracks for, Nix, I mean, Master?”
Running my eyes along the tracks, I found they ended in chains that hung against the walls. “Ah! Look, I can cuff you to those chains and lift you up into the air and move you all over the place.” I winked at her. “Sound like fun, my little slave?”
She eyed the tracks once more. “Hmm. I guess we’ll have to find out if it’s fun or not, won’t we, Master?”
“Well, see,” I said then looked around some more. “Jack said his box of toys was in the closet that’s in here.” I found three doors came off the living room.
We headed to the closest one and found that was a small bathroom. The next door led to a small bedroom with nothing more than a bed in it. There were two doors off it that I guessed went to another bathroom and a closet. The last door was the closet he’d told me about, and as I opened it, I found it heavy and the sounds of chains rattled as he had several of them hung on hooks on the back of the door.
Katana gasped at the things we found after she flipped the light switch that illuminated the inside of the large walk-in closet. “Oh, my!”
“Well, we won’t use all of these, but we’ll make a decent dent in them,” I said as I ran my hand over a very nice leather strap. “I’ll grab this.”
Katana pointed to what looked like a ping pong paddle. “How about that too?” She giggled. “I’m feeling very naughty, Master.”
“Good, so am I,” I turned to her and grabbed one of her Double D tits with a rough grasp. Giving it a good squeeze that made her yelp, I added, “I can’t wait to tie you up and give you what you’ve got coming to you, you naughty wench.”
Her sexy smile told me she was up for anything and that’s exactly what she’d get. Anything I wanted.
She looked away, her eyes landing on a tall, slender chest of drawers. “What do you think is in there, Master?”
“Only one way to find that out,” I said, then pulled open the top drawer.
Blue velvet lined the bottom of the shallow drawer that held an assortment of nipple clamps, butt plugs, and some other things I had no idea what were.
Katana pointed out a silver set of nipple clamps. “Those things go on the nipples huh?”
“They do. Wanna give them a try?” I asked her. She nodded, so I got them out and felt a little thrill run through me. I had the best wife ever.
She opened the next drawer, and in that one, we found an assortment of dildos. “Oh, look at that pink one.” She pointed at the one in the middle. “It’s got a little hook thingy. I bet it hits the clit while simultaneously vibrating inside. Wanna do me with it?”
“Um, yeah,” I said with a sarcastic tone to my voice. “I wanna do you with all of them.”
There were seven of them, and I found her shaking her head. “Not all of them.” She pointed at a really fat black one. “Def, not that one. It’ll stretch me all out, I bet.”
“We can’t have that.” I chuckled and opened the next drawer. “And here we have cuffs and blindfolds.” I opened the next one. “And here’s a bunch of different gags. Wanna…”
She cut me off. “No way. I want to be able to say the safe word. No gags for me.”
Ah, she did have a line. I had begun to wonder about that. “No gags. Got it.”
So with the assortment of goodies, I closed the closet, and we turned around to assess what we had before us and plan our little session. “So, I’m thinking we use the chains and tracks first,” Katana said. “What do you think about that?”
After putting the things on the small table at the side of the room, I turned back to my mouthy slave. “I think you’ve forgotten that I am in charge. And for that, you shall be punished.” I sat in a wooden chair that had no cushion and tapped my knee. “Come, get your spanking, you naughty girl.”
A wicked smile curved my wife’s black stained lips as she came toward me. She stopped right in front of me then took her trench coat off, slow and seductively. The red light illuminated the black garment and her skin, making her appear almost like an apparition from hell.
She lay her body on my lap. I felt the warmth of her pussy as it pressed against my cock. Closing my eyes, I had to concentrate on not getting any harder than I already was. The night was supposed to be a long one for us. That meant controlling my needs until I could no longer do it.
The teddy covered her ass completely. My hand ran over the satin material that covered her round ass. I gave her one good smack, and she yelped. Then I gave her another and another. “You will be quiet, slave.” I gave her another smack. “You will do as I say, slave.” One more smack. “And in turn, I will give you more pleasure than you’ve ever had.” I gave her one more for good measure.
She moaned. “Oh, Master. I’ll be good. No more, please.”
I gave one more. “Hush now.”
Moving my hands over her ass, I felt how the spanking had heated her skin. I lifted her up off me, my cock kind of hating me for taking her warm pussy away. Then I stood and took off my jacket then my shirt, stripping all the way down to my tight black boxer briefs. “To the chains, slave.”
Katana turned to go to the wall. Her ass shook as she walked in the high heels, making me salivate over her gorgeous ass. But I had to keep myself under control at all times.
When she got to the wall, she stopped, facing the wall, waiting for me the way a good slave should. I took her hands that were still cuffed and released them only to cuff them to the chain. I found the crank on the wall and used it to move her up until her feet were just off the ground.
Taking the blindfold, I tied it back on, covering her eyes. “You can moan, groan, and scream, but no talking, slave.”
She nodded. I pulled her body, making the chain move in one of the tracks as I pulled her to the middle of the room. Something glistened to the right of me, making me look in that direction. On the floor, I found another chain and this one had cuffs already on it. When I looked to the other side, I saw another just like it.
I went to pick one up and found the small key in the lock and opened it then walked with it and found it came nearly all the way to where I had Katana. So I wrapped the cuff around one ankle and then I did the same with the other. She was spread open now and locked into place.
“Cool,” I said as I looked at her, finding her as helpless as a kitten. “Time to get to work.” I went to grab a knife and came back to her, running the cold blade over the tops of her breasts. They spilled over the top of the negligee. Cutting the material, so her boobs were freed, I kissed them both before going to get the nipple clamps.
Putting the first one on, I flinched when Katana screamed, “Ow! Fuck!”
“Should I take it off?” I asked as I felt a pang of guilt over hurting her.
She took a deep breath. “No. No, I’m okay now. It’s kind of pulsing and burning, but I can handle it.”
“Should I put the other one on?” I asked as I wasn’t sure she could take it.
“Um, let’s wait on that please, Master,” she said, and I went to put the other one back on the table. I picked up the pink dildo and turned it on to make sure it had batteries. It started right up, so I turned it off and took it back to her.
Using my knife once more, I split her teddy right down the middle, exposing more of her taut body, all the way down to her bare pussy. I’d sent her to the spa where she got the full treatment. A complete body wax, part of that exquisite treatment.
I checked her, inserting one finger into her and found she wasn’t wet enough yet. So I went to get the leather strap. I hit her thighs, making her moan. Over and over, I hit first one then the other. Red whelps raised her creamy skin before I stopped. When I checked her this time, I found her wet and ready.
Covering the dildo in some warming gel, I pushed it into her and started it up. Moving it slowly, I let it stay inside of her, the little hook thing vibrating on her clit. I made little pumps so the thing could stay in contact with her clit.
Watching her little nub blossom with the attention mesmerized me. I saw it growing, yearning for more as it moved, covering the little hook, taking it in. And as I watched, my cock thumped inside my underwear, wanting to feel more too.
I moved to get on my knees, taking in the essence her body gave off. Her sexual arousal hung heavy in the air, and I yearned to breathe it all in. She began to make little moans and whispered, “Oh, Master, I’m about to come.”
My mouth watered as I hungered to taste what she’d soon set free. “Do it, slave. Come for your Master.”
Her cries were high pitched as her body shook. I pulled the dildo out, holding the tip of it on her clit as I plunged my tongue into her, eating her delicious cunt. I felt her canal squeezing my tongue as her climax went on.
She was screaming with the intensity of the orgasm. I turned off the vibrator and pulled it away from her clit, but continued to tongue fuck her sweet pussy until she was finished.
Then I moved around her body, her ass in my face. I took the knife and split the material down her back until I had it completely cut open. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, I licked her butthole until I felt she was ready for me to put my tongue into it.
She made a fabulous groan when I pushed my tongue into her ass, tongue fucking her from behind. When I had her nice and wet back there, I got up and pushed the elastic waistband of my underwear down, letting my erect cock free.
Gripping her by the waist, I held her body still then pushed my cock into her ass. I moved her body back and forth, stroking my cock with her asshole. It was so tight around me I could barely contain my orgasm. But I didn’t want to go too fast. It felt too good, and I wasn’t hurrying up one bit.
I moved my hands from her waist, moving them around to finger fuck her with one of them and play with her clit with the other as I made deep pumps into her ass. I was breathing hard and so was she as I filled both of her holes.
When I felt her climaxing on my fingers, I couldn’t help it; I had to come too. So I shot my load into her asshole and groaned loudly as I did it. “Fuck me!”
Her body was quivering as my dick jerked and shot more cum into her. Once my climax ended, I found myself hungering for her even more. I pulled my dick out of her ass and went to my knees behind her, licking up the come that leaked out of her ass.
With a flat tongue, I licked up the cream that came out of her until she was all cleaned up then I moved to the front of her and licked her pussy clean too.
Kissing my way up her body, I ended on her lips, shoving my tongue through hers to let her taste our combination. She moaned as she ran her tongue over mine. As I kissed her, I found my cock arousing again and pushed it into her cunt. It was soaked, and I moved myself back and forth with ease, fucking her as she was chained and helpless to stop me.
My fingers dug into her ass cheeks as I held her still so I could go in deep and hard. I moved at a savage pace that had me bursting inside of her once more.
Both spent, I pulled out of her as I tried to catch my breath. Unlocking her legs, I set them free then moved her back to the wall. I turned the crank to put her feet back on the floor and saw that her legs were weak. So I put her over my shoulder, holding her while I uncuffed her. Once she was freed, I took her to the sofa and laid her down on it.
I had regained my breath, but she hadn’t. Rubbing her shoulders, I tried to make sure she was relaxed. Then I rubbed her legs and thighs to make sure they wouldn’t cramp up.
Lastly, I took off the blindfold and found her gazing at me. There was no doubt about it; the woman loved me. I could see it all there in her gorgeous blue eyes.
“Did I satisfy my little slave?” I asked her as I caressed her cheek.
She nodded and put her hand over mine, holding it to her face. “I love you, Nixon Slaughter. You’re a dream come true.”
“Breaking character,” I chided her. But I loved it when she talked this way to me. I kissed her lips then looked at her. “I love you too, Katana Slaughter. You’ve made my life a thing I didn’t know it could be.”
Three years had passed far too quickly. I found it odd how time seemed to have sped up after I met Katana.
The pregnancy went by like molasses for her, but for me, one minute she’d told me we were having a baby and the next moment he was coming into the world, screaming and red-faced.
It seemed like only a few days had passed then he wasn’t a newborn anymore, and he was this chubby little baby boy. And then his mother told me we’d gotten ourselves pregnant again. Maximus was all of six months old, and Katana was as scared as she could be.
I did my best to help her get over the fear of going through another delivery so soon after her first one. And that day came before either of us were ready for it. At midnight on a Tuesday, Serenity came slipping and sliding into this world. She didn’t come out red-faced and crying the way her older brother had. She came out with a sweet smile on her pretty little face.
We were going to name her Maxine up until we met our baby girl. Her calm demeanor had me calling her Serenity right from the start, and Katana loved the name, so it stuck. We kept Maxine, using it as her middle name.
She and I weren’t done having kids. But we were going to slow down a bit. Spitting them out like rabbits wasn’t good for my wife’s body. Mom gave her an idea about using a birth control method she’d used. It was easy to stop using it when you made the decision to have another child.
And I hated the fact that every time I looked at my wife as she glowed after an orgasm I wanted to see her belly round with my child inside of her once again.
I couldn’t help it, I adored being a father, and I loved being her husband. If anyone would’ve told me that just a little over three years ago, I’d have told them they were insane. But it had happened to me.
I met a woman who’d changed me without even trying to. I met a woman who fit me like a glove. I counted myself as the luckiest man in the world.
If I lost every dime I had, and that was a shit-ton of them, I wouldn’t care as long as I had my wife and our children. They were all I’d ever need.
Don’t get me wrong; the money made it damn easy to take care of them all. It made it so that my wife and I could enjoy taking time with our children, instead of both of us working our asses off just to put a roof over their heads and food in their little tummies.
I was thankful for everything I had, including the money that I did work hard for. But not so hard it took me away from my family for more than a few hours each day.
With the wife and kids, I took on a couple of assistants and spread my workload out so that I’d only have to give my attention to things half as much as I’d had to before I hired them. Hell, I was even thankful for those guys who helped me be the husband and father I strove to be.
“Nix, is something wrong with me?” Katana asked me.
“There’s not a damn thing wrong with you, baby,” I said then kissed her lips. “Why would you even ask that?”
She ran her hand through my hair. “Because I have these little nagging worries. Worries about how things are so perfect and how that can’t possibly last.”
Frowning, I said, “I think that’s normal, baby. And I know life will throw a few curve balls at us from time to time. We’re lucky nothing has been tossed our way yet, but things will happen. Life can’t be perfect forever. And you’ve already lived a pretty imperfect life as it is. Before I came along and pulled you into my protective arms.”
She smiled. “You sure did that, Nix. I had no idea life could be this good. I suppose my past is exactly why I have fears of things going wrong. This all seems too good to be true. Our kids were born healthy.”
“And cute as bugs in rugs,” I added. “Don’t forget that. Serenity has your eyes and Maximus has your big heart.”
She laughed and added, “Maximus also has your nose and Serenity has your hair.” Then her eyes went soft as she looked into mine. “And I want a dozen more of those little cherubs, Nix. Does that make me crazy?”
“Yep,” I said then laughed. “But I guess I’m crazy too because I’d like half a dozen more myself.”
“The doctor said to give my body a year then we can try for another. I want to do just that, do you?” she asked with wide eyes.
I had to admit something to her and now would be the best time to do that. “I want to wait two years, baby. It makes more sense. I want to have time with each child. You see, I’m the oldest of my large family. I know how lost a kid can get in a large family. The first three of us were back to back. The last ones were spaced out two years apart. I noticed things about them that are different from us older ones. They each have a special bond with our parents. Like they had some real time with them that the first three of us didn’t.”
“So you regret that we had Serenity so close to Maximus?” she asked, looking a bit regretful herself.
Shaking my head, I ran my hand through her dark hair. “Regret? No. She came to us just as quickly as Maximus did. But now that we have an idea of how to put space between our kids, we can plan them, instead of them surprising us with their presence.”
She laughed. “Yeah, they did kind of make the decisions for us, didn’t they?”
I peeled the remainders of her negligee off her body, leaving her naked and got rid of my underwear. Lying down next to her, I cradled her in my arms as she faced me.
Nothing felt better than holding my wife in my arms. If I could do it twenty-four-seven, I definitely would. But life doesn’t work that way. And with the arrival of our babies, she and I could get lost taking care of them.
I kissed her cheek. “We have to make more times like these for ourselves.”
She ran her hand down my arm, resting it on my bicep, a thing she liked to do as she told me my biceps were one of her most favorite things in the whole world. Odd, I know, but Katana was one easy woman to please. “We should do a date night once a month. Shanna could come over and spend the night with the kids. She’d love that.”
The woman who had been my best friend gladly gave up that spot so Katana could fill it. But Shanna wasn’t left out in the cold. She took the second best friend position in stride. And she had my sisters jealous of her close proximity to our kids and had coveted the role of their absolute favorite aunt. Katana was right, Shanna would love to give us one night a month off.
“Perhaps we should build our own little private love shack,” I said and found her lighting up.
“We should, Nix! That’s a great idea. I’d like one of the stockade thingies, and the motif could be dungeon style. That would be so cool.” She wiggled in my arms and squealed. “You’ve got me so excited now. Ah! We get to make our own playhouse.”
“Playhouse?” I asked with furrowed brows. “I’m the master, I get to name the place, and I like love shack.”
“Love shack it is then, Master.” Katana settled in my arms, her hand running up and down my arm as I watched her wheels begin to spin.
Giving Katana a project was always a good idea. She loved to get going on something new and interesting. That’s what made her a great book cover designer; she loved the challenge of every project she took on.
I found she and I were a lot alike in that respect. She’d be a third of the way through with one book cover when she’d start thinking about the next one. So when I began talking about a new project I was into before the other one was finished, she understood completely and actually found that to be a quality she admired in me.
Hard to imagine that she and I met as strangers with what we assumed was only one thing in common, the BDSM world. We found out we had similar interests, similar ways to deal with things, and both of us were ready for marriage and kids yet neither of us had ever realized that before we met each other.
I’d heard it said before that everyone has a soulmate. I had to admit; I hadn’t believed that when I heard it. I thought those couples were all liars. No one was put on this Earth with their destiny set in stone. There couldn’t be just one person meant for anyone.
But after I found how easily Katana and I clicked, I put that disbelief away for good. I knew it was true then.
Katana and I came from extremely different backgrounds. She had it far rougher than I did. Not that I had it that hard, but I sure as hell didn’t have it as easy as my kids would.
We didn’t have much money. We lived in a three-bedroom house. Bunk beds stacked high in two of those rooms to accommodate me and my siblings. My kids would all have their own bedrooms, even if that meant finding us another place to live.
I knew we’d find a bigger home sometime in the near future. I’d keep the beach house, because come on, who lets go of a perfectly good Malibu beach house?
But I knew we’d need more room eventually, and the kids would need a yard to play in. If Katana was this excited over finding a small house for us to convert into a love shack, then she’d be over the moon when I told her it was time for us to search for a new home.
I bet she’d never thought about shopping for a mansion on a large estate before. Growing up first in a home with a neglectful mother and no father at all, then moving into an orphanage until a foster family was found who’d take her in, Katana was sure to have never even dreamt of one day finding such a grand home for her and her family.
As I held her close and felt her breathing slow, knowing she was falling asleep right in my arms, I found myself thinking about leaving it all up to her. Letting her pick out everything.
Giving her things she’d never thought she’d ever get was a thing that made me happier than just about anything. Almost as happy as I got when I saw smiles on my babies faces. That had to be my all-time favorite thing, making my kids smile.
I’d been a rich man before I met my wife. I’d been a happy guy with no worries. I didn’t feel as if I was missing a thing in my life.
But I’d been dead wrong.
Without Katana, I’d be nothing. I don’t know how a person can come into your life and make herself a part of you the way it happened with Katana and me.
I’d heard the term, my better half, a lot, but I didn’t ever understand it completely, thinking it just a nice term married people used. But now that I’d found that with Katana, I understood it completely.
Katana was part of me, and she always would be. My kids were too, but they were blood, I’d always assumed I’d have a natural bond with my offspring. But a woman? No, I never saw that coming.
As I held my wife that night, falling asleep with her, I knew I could count my blessings and knew we’d found our happily ever after.
The End.