Epilogue

Alex

 

After Jane’s father leaves us, and we shut and lock the front door, I immediately ask Jane to show me to her bedroom.

She does, practically dragging me with her. It’s upstairs in what is basically an entire living space all to herself, not just a bedroom. There is a kitchen and living room the moment you get up the stairs. But Jane takes me to the door with her name on it near one corner of the big living area.

She opens it, and I’m immediately overwhelmed by the scent of strawberry. Of creamy, sugary shampoo and lotion. Her bedroom is as big and beautiful as she is. A princess’ mini Castle in her father’s larger estate.

“My dad said for you to take care of me,” she says seriously. “So how exactly do you want to do that?” She twirls around with these words, the serious lines in her face a new kind of beauty to her already-gorgeous face.

At first, I’m not sure what I want her to do. All I know is that I want her naked, and I want her under my complete control again. Then I see the large canopy bed with four tall and sturdy posts. Yes, I think, eyeing the fluffy comforters and sea of pillows, this will all work nicely.

I bring my eyes back to Jane. “I want you to masturbate for me. Right on your obnoxiously-big bed.” I smile, watching flames of desire climb up from her throat to her cheeks. “And then I’m going to tie you to that obnoxiously-big bed and give you a good fucking.”

Jane waits eagerly for me to give her the command to strip.

I do, but I tell her to do it on the bed, not on the floor.

As fast as her legs can carry her, Jane climbs onto her bed and climbs out of her clothes.

When she’s naked on her bed, I ask her to kneel for me.

She does, and that’s when I give her the command to masturbate. “Put your fingers down there and get to work,” I say. “I want you nice and wet before I put my cock in you.”

Sexily, Jane brings a hand down past her flat stomach, curvy hips, and to her pussy. Once there, she immediately begins to finger herself. Touch and stroke her clit, lips, and hood. I watch her, completely transfixed for a few moments.

It’s only when she starts to moan, and I hear the telltale “sloshing” sound of her juices flowing, that I tell her exactly what I’m going to do to her. “I’m going to put your nipples in something again. Maybe those hairclips,” I say, bringing her eyes to the surface of her vanity, where I can see a few hairclips and barrettes.

Jane wiggles her fingers a little quicker, staring at the clips. I give her permission to pinch her nipples, and she does.

A beautifully sharp moan follows, and I tell her the next thing I have planned. “I’m gonna use those silk ribbons to tie you to the bed posts,” I say, bringing her attention to the ribbons she has stuffed behind the pull-away mirror on the vanity. “And then I might just decide to use that hairbrush as a paddle,” I add, seeing how much harder she’s rubbing now. Breathless pants spill for her lips.

“Are you going to spank me hard?” Jane’s voice is breezy. Barely there.

“I will if you come before I say you can,” I warn. “Do you want a spanking?”

When she touches for one second too long, I stroll over to her vanity and grab the hairbrush. It’s got a nice wide rectangular back. Perfect for punishments. I make my way over to the bed, and turn her over, before she can even get her hand all the way out of her pussy.

I swat her very hard once on her smooth, snowy-white ass. She cries out, but I can tell she likes it. The cry is almost too happy. It should deserve another swat, but I let it slide. Her hand is out of her pussy, so she’s back to behaving.

“Just for that, you’re gonna get tied up right now,” I say, flipping her over. I then bring her up to the pillow and headboard, before leaving to grab my ribbons of justice from her vanity. “And then you’re gonna get fucked in that greedy pussy of yours.” Saying these words, I’ve begun to tie her wrists to one post, then the other. I wander away from her again, grabbing the handful of hairpins I plan to use on her. “And you won’t get to come until I’m good and finished.” I choose the biggest, most flexible hairpins, and pin them on to her nipples.

Jane yips at the sensation but doesn’t pull away. I caress the bulged-out pink tips softly. “Good.” I then return to my job of tying her feet to the remaining two posts. Something I do quickly and efficiently, before unzipping the fly on my pants and revealing my hot and ready cock.

I climb up onto the mattress using the foot of the bed. I walk toward her on my knees, fishing for another condom. Thankfully, I find one more in the same back pocket I had the other. I take it out of its wrapping and put it on. I then slap her pussy and thighs with my rubber-coated dick.

Jane moans under this attention.

“Oh, you like that, do you, baby girl?” I ask, sliding two fingers in my mouth and loading them with saliva, “well, then you’re really going to love this.” I stick my fingers straight in her ass and pump. Jiggling as hard and fast as I can.

Jane gasps. Giggles with surprise and pleasure. And that’s when I reward her with another mouthful of goodness. Without pausing, or any plans to go slowly, I stick the length of my cock in her. It slides in like butter on a hot bagel. The silky heat of it, of her lips as they grip the base of me, is enough to make me gasp. And I never gasp.

“I’m gonna feed your pussy,” I say, covering up my gasp with some vigorous thrusts of my rod, “I’m gonna feed your pussy until you’re stuffed.” I press Jane’s feet into my sides, coming up closer to her so I can pound her more. Faster. Harder. So that my balls slap her right on her ass.

Jane growls. Groans. Grunts.  Like I’ve just awakened a wild animal. “I love it when you stuff my pussy, Sir,” she says, looking right at me. Fiercely. Challenging. “Feed my greedy little pussy.” She squeals as I reach my fingers deeper into her ass, and then add a third and fourth finger. It’s more than I did before, but she seems to take it well. She just growls again and tosses her head back.

“Teach it good manners, Sir,” she adds, her voice like a streak of burning smoke.

“Oh, you bet I will,” I say.

I ramp up my speed even more, taking a moment to pinch and fondle a nipple with my free hand. She reacts to it, but she’s so taken by the rhythmic bouncing of her body, that she doesn’t realize where I’m touching. Just that I’m overwhelming her again.

And that’s the way I always want it. For us to overwhelm each other. To suffocate and drown in each other’s bodies and minds. As I think these thoughts, I feel fluids stirring. My balls contracting. In seconds, I feel a rush of warmth pooling at the base of my cock and sprinting for my head.

I press my free hand into Jane’s belly, and say, “Come, baby girl.” The moment I say “come,” I do

Wildly, and in a burst of color and warmth. I’ve had a lot of orgasms in my life, but never one like this. It literally takes my breath away. I’m left gasping and wheezing, the same as Jane, who’s just twisted herself up in some hot ribbons of pleasure.

I don’t know how long we float together in that space, but it doesn’t matter. All I’m aware of after point is her body underneath mine. The sweet sweat and musk marking my face from her intense orgasm.

When we finally come out of our sex daze enough to think and function, I remember I have something else for her in my other back pocket. I pull it out for her, just as I finish untying her from the bed, and help her sit up.

“You said you never wanted to be without me ever again,” I say, allowing my voice to shake. I know there’s no way for me to hide it anyway. “You said you didn’t want to live life without me.”

Jane nods, eyeing the box, and before I’ve even opened it, I see tears waiting to fall.

“Well, then, Miss Jane,” I say, hoping I sound and look like a gentleman from a bygone era, “will you do me the honors” — I open the little velvet box to reveal a giant, shiny engagement ring — “will you make me the proudest, luckiest man alive by becoming my wife?”

“Yes!” Jane actually sobs this. “Yes, I will!”’

She jumps on top of me, smothering me with kisses before I can say or do anything else. Somehow though, I manage to get the ring on her finger. When she finally needs to come up for air after all that kissing, my new bride-to-be finally gets a good look at her new piece of jewelry.

“It’s beautiful,” she says, visibly shaking as she gazes at it.

“Well, a one-of-a-kind woman deserves a one-of-a-kind diamond, and that certainly is,” I say and lay down to cuddle with her. As I kiss her. Nuzzle myself into the crook of her neck, I know I can’t stay forever. But I want to make it last all the same.

 

 

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Jane stands at the front door looking lonely already. And I haven’t even left yet. “I know you’ll probably be lonely, since your dad’s not going to be back until morning,” I say, feeling guilty, “but you have my number now.” I lean in to kiss her. “So, you can call me if you get lonely later tonight. Or you just want to chat.”

She gives me a brilliant smile, but it’s not enough to dim the sadness in her eyes. “Yeah.”

“I wish I could stay longer too, baby girl,” I say, walking carefully down the steps and toward the car I’ve parked haphazardly to one side of the roundabout, “but I don’t think your dad would take very well to coming home to me in your bed.”

Jane smiles nervously. “No,” she says, “he wouldn’t.”

I walk closer to my car, careful not to slip on the freshly fallen snow. “I promise we will go to the ski resort before they close for spring.” I open my car door and slip inside the driver’s seat, all without breaking eye contact. “And while we’re there, I promise we’ll be able to take our time. Spend as much time with each other as we like. We’ll do it properly, with all my fun little black bags to help out.” I waggle my eyebrows at her, knowing this will help take the sting out of our separation.

It does, as she finally looks like she’s not going to break down when I leave. Or come running after me.

I close the door on my car and buckle up. But I quickly put the keys in the ignition and roll down the window as she runs up to say something. “It’d better be in time for Valentine’s Day,” she says. “Now that I have a boyfriend, I want to celebrate not being single.”

I laugh, giving her a kiss on the cheek through the window. “We’ll see,” I say, and take my foot off the brake.

From there, I make my way carefully around the circular driveway, and out onto the street. In the rearview mirror, I see Jane waving. Blowing me kisses.

God, am I glad I went on that skiing trip. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have her to spend the rest of my life with.

 

 

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