Epilogue

Six months later

Elizabeth

We left the hotel and walked down the cobbled streets until we reached Café Artois. We took a table outside even though it was the middle of winter. I looked at the river and saw the final traces of steam as it rose from the water. The church bells rang, and the streets filled with the smells of fresh bread and freshly grounded coffee.

“Bonjour, madam,” the waitress said. “May I take your order?”

“Bonjour. Two coffees and croissants,” I said. “Merci beaucoup.”

“So, what do you think of France?” Charles asked as he tugged on the collar of his jacket.

“France is awesome, but it’s so damned cold.”

“You need warming up,” Charles said with a chuckle.

“I do. I need something strong and hot inside me,” I said with a laugh.

“Here you go, your coffee and your croissants,” the waitress said.

“Thank you,” Charles said.

“I suppose the coffee will have to do for now,” I said to Charles as I giggled. “Did you enjoy the wedding?” I sipped my coffee.

“Of course. I’m the happiest man on the planet. What could have been better?”

“I know it was small and not one I had envisaged. I had always thought of carriages and horses and all that bullshit. That was until you appeared, and then I realized I had no real interest in materialistic things,” I said.

“Same here. It may not have been me, yet I’m sure everyone around me would have expected a much bigger event. I certainly could have afforded it. But why would I want a thousand people to attend when they are not close to either you or me?” Charles said.

“Yep. I’ve been to weddings like that, and no one really appreciates the day. They just see it as a free bar and dinner.”

“Well, we just have the future in front of us now, and we have each other,” Charles said as he raised his cup. “Salut.”

“Salut, and here’s to us,” I replied as we touched cups and drank.

We had just had a small wedding with around twenty guests. Many had been close associates of Charles. On my side, I had not invited any family except Chip and only a couple of friends from college. It had been a glorious day, and I had worn an ivory dress by Vera Wang. It was a limited edition with lace and short sleeves. It was very thoughtfully detailed and yet not over the top and brash. It also had corded lace and fine, delicate organza flowers as part of the detailing. Although it had a small trail, it fit me like a glove and showed off my curves. Damn, I’d looked hot.

Charles had worn an elegant navy checked suit from the United Kingdom that had been made by a well-known designer. It was a simple yet elegant suit, and it showed how rugged and manly he was. Yet I knew he was a beast underneath it all.

Charles had decided that the best location was on the island, as everything had started there for two occasions, first our relationship that could have so easily finished at that point and then our engagement. We made it three out of three and held the wedding there. It had been a glorious event, and the house and guest houses had been crammed with staff, guests, flowers, and a few gifts. We could have had a much bigger event, but we wanted to keep it under wraps to avoid too much attention. Enough of that would come later.

I remembered how we had looked at each other as we’d made our vows. Then the both of us had glanced at the cocktail bar in the ocean where we had our first encounter. We had kissed under the sunset, and we had, at that moment, become one.

“What are you thinking?” Charles asked as he broke off a piece of his croissant.

“Ah, nothing. I was just thinking back to the wedding,” I said.

“You have a lifetime to relive that, you know. No need to waste your honeymoon on it,” he said with a laugh.

I scrunched my face up at him. “It’s a woman’s prerogative. I can think about it if I like!”

“Well, you ready for a brisk walk around town?” He pulled out some bills, left them on the table, and stood, pulling his jacket tighter around him.

“Oui, monsieur,” I said with a giggle.

“Ah, parlez-vous francais?” Charles asked.

“Fuck no. I’ve just seen it movies,” I replied, laughing. “My mind is like a sponge when it comes to useless information.”

“Same here. That is as much as I know. I have been to France a few times on business but have never had the inclination to learn French. Maybe I’ve been ignorant, expecting everyone in the business world to speak English.”

We left the café, and I linked my arm through Charles’s and pulled him closer to me. The sun had risen, yet we could still see the icy chill on our breath as we strolled around the streets of Paris. We strolled down the river Seine and visited Notre Dame Cathedral. It was truly elegant but very cold with all that stone.

Then we ventured up the Eiffel Tower and looked out over the skyline of Paris, the city of lovers—and that was how I felt. We looked like any other couple on the outside, yet, underneath, we were two different beasts altogether.

The wind had blown a gale, and the sky was white with what could later be snow, or at best another frosty night.

“Shit, it’s cold up here. Is there nowhere warmer? God, my nipples are rock hard,” I said to Charles as he laughed.

He glanced at the tourist guide, who had the perfect place for us to get some warmth back into our bodies. We quickly traveled to the Louvre Art Museum, and it was indeed enough to free our bodies from the icy chill. We strolled around and looked at some of the classic paintings that you usually just heard about on TV. In real life, they did look magnificent.

As we strolled around looking at all the paintings from the past and the present, by famous people and future big names, my mind wandered. I had thoughts of where our relationship had come from and where it was now. I thought of Chip, my beloved brother, who did accept my relationship with Charles.

It was true, we had some dark sides in our relationship, yet these little fantasies allowed us to be honest and truthful with each other and with ourselves. We found ourselves being fully open with each other as we explored our own fantasies and the fantasies of each other.

I stood and looked at paintings of the most recent artists who had grabbed the art world by storm, and I thought about my future. I had just one year left in school, and after speaking to Charles about being a business psychologist, he said he would help me achieve that. I had already structured my classes to follow this direction, and Charles had said I could have a position at his company, as it was about time some of his financial workers had a kick up the ass. They had problems, and as Charles had pointed out, my dad had been one of them.

We found a spot to have lunch and embraced the atmosphere of the local market. The fresh produce looked bright and colorful as it filled the market stalls that lined the cobbled streets. The air was full of the scent of flowers, fruit, and fresh fish, and it all wafted over us as we ate our lunch of chicken roulade and a nice bottle of white wine that Charles had chosen.

“Hang on, Charles. I want to look at these,” I said as I stopped by some antique jewelry.

“Okay. I’ll be back in a moment. I’m just looking over there. Wait for me here,” he said before he vanished into the crowd.

I looked at the antiques, and they were so elegant with the fine carvings and the way the metal had been shaped and formed. It was not like the modern stuff you got by any means. This jewelry had all been crafted by age-old men who had spent a lifetime honing their skills.

I looked around and saw Charles as he made his way through the crowd. He had a glint in his eyes as he approached me, and he held his hands behind his back.

“What have you been up to?” I asked as I looked at him sternly.

“Excuse me?” he said with a chuckle.

“Your back. What are you hiding?” I said as I tried to look behind him.

“For you. Accept these with all my love,” Charles said as he handed me a large bunch of red roses.

“Ah, they are lovely, but I suffer from hay fever,” I said.

“Really? I didn’t know. Oh no.”

“Gotcha. Only kidding. They are beautiful,” I replied as I kissed him on the cheek.

“We should try to find our way back to the hotel. We have walked all afternoon,” Charles said as he took my arm.

“You bet. It will be getting cold again soon.”

We headed off in the direction of the hotel, avoiding the tourist spots. It had taken us ages to reach this far, so we walked across the country so to speak and went through the back streets. It was like a maze. Streets headed in every direction, and we soon became lost.

We headed down a back alleyway and came to a call box. Charles opened the door and dragged me inside. It was a cramped that forced us close together. Charles ran his hands down my hips and lifted my skirt.

“Oh, Charles,” I replied as I placed my bare foot against the glass of the phone booth.

Charles ran his fingers down my belly and inside the elastic of my panties. His strong fingers brushed over my bald pussy. I leaned my head back and rested my head on his shoulder as he parted my pussy lips. His finger found my clit, and he started to rub me gently.

Our breath filled the phone booth and soon condensed on the glass. We could not see out, and the world could not see in. I pulled his hand closer to me as he slid his fingers deep into my pussy. I could feel the heat of my pussy in the coldness of the air around us. Charles slid his fingers in deep as he rubbed my clit with his thumb, and my legs weakened at his touch.

“I said you needed something to warm you up,” Charles whispered into my ear.

“God, yes. This is just the thing,” I said as his hand moved faster and his fingers entered me deeper.

Warmth flooded from my pussy as my heart beat faster and faster. The animal inside Charles had risen to the surface, and my pussy had become his prey. He thrust harder and faster as he bit into my neck. He slipped his hand inside my jacket and caressed my breasts. My nipples were already hard from the nipple rings I had worn.

I pushed my foot hard against the glass and forced my back into the comfort of Charles. He gripped me tightly and squeezed. I felt the strength in his arms as he supported my weight. My pussy throbbed as his fingers rammed into me. The phone booth shook as my body finally started to release a flood of sensations. My clit ignited the flame of passion deep within my pussy, and the fire spread to the bottom of my stomach. My legs began to tremble, and a warm feeling shot up the length of my spine. I bowed my head and rested my hands on the glass as my body released itself.

“Oh, Charles, I’m coming,” I squealed as I grabbed his hand.

“This is not over, once being never enough,” he growled into my ear.

We exited the phone booth and headed back to the hotel. I hung onto Charles’s arm, as my body had weakened by my orgasm and his animal instincts. Night had started to fall, and the narrow streets had been lit by the dim glow of the street lights. We could see our own breath, as the temperature outside had started to fall, yet the temperature inside us had hit a boiling point. We were hungry for each other and wanted to get back as quickly as we could.

We made it back to the hotel and headed up to the room. Charles opened the door, entered, and turned toward me. I pushed him into the room and closed the door with the heel of my foot. I quickly removed my jacket and threw my arms around his neck. Charles pushed me back against the wall and kissed me as I pulled open his jacket and slid it off his shoulders. I felt the warmth of his breath as he ran his tongue over my neck and ripped open my cardigan. His hands cupped my breasts, and my nipple rings pushed against my bra and the fabric of my dress.

I raised his sweater, and Charles lifted his arms over his head so I could pull it off. I ran my hands over his chest and placed my mouth against his skin. I took his nipple between my teeth and nibbled until he yelped. I pushed him away from me and shoved him against the bed. I quickly slipped out of my dress and stood before him in my black bra and panties.

I looked at Charles as he loosened his belt and slid his pants down to his ankles. His shorts bulged from the huge cock they had inside. I tugged at the clasp on my bra and let it drop to the floor. I teased my diamond nipple rings as Charles remove his shorts. His cock laid perfectly on his belly, and he grabbed it with his hand and started to stroke himself as he watched me caress my breasts.

I gazed into his eyes as I bit my bottom lip and leaned my body forward to slip off my moist panties. I threw them toward Charles. He placed them against his face and sniffed the deep musk of my orgasm. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke.

“Mmm, you smell nice,” he said as his cock reached a full erection.

“It must be the roses,” I replied as I ran my hands up his legs.

My breasts hung below me and pushed against his thighs. I slowly ran my tongue over his balls. Charles removed his hand from his cock, and I held it against his belly. My tongue glided up the length of his shaft and teased and tantalized him. His cock twitched under the pressure of my hand. His blood flowed and his veins pulsed under my tongue.

“Yeah, that feels good,” he said as he grabbed the bedsheets.

I let go of his cock, and it stood upright. I took the head and sucked hard as my teeth dug into his skin.

“Yow,” he said as he sat up.

I pushed him back onto the bed and tickled the slit in his cock with the tip of my tongue. His body trembled as his cock sent shockwaves of lust flooding throughout his body. I widened my mouth and let his cock feel my warm and inviting mouth as I slid my head down his huge shaft. I cupped his balls and caressed them softly. I felt the power of his balls in my hands, yet I knew that if I squeezed, I could have control over him.

“We have no toys,” Charles said in a slight panic.

“Don’t worry. Tonight is about us. We need no toys to take control of each other’s body,” I replied as I squeezed his balls slightly.

“Fuck. I see what you mean,” he said with a grin as his body tensed.

I took a hold of his cock and started to stroke him gently. It throbbed as my hand glided up and down.

“Pull my hair,” I said as I wrapped my mouth around his huge cock and lowered my head.

Charles grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and held me tight. I thrust his cock deeper into my mouth and felt his grip tighten on me. I removed his cock from my mouth, and he loosened his grip on my hair. I threw my leg over his body and placed my hands on his firm chest. I lifted my ass, and Charles guided his cock into my wet pussy. I slowly lowered myself onto his hard cock.

His cock stretched my pussy and rubbed against my clit. I rocked my hips against his body as I grabbed his chest and dug my nails into his skin. Charles groaned as my fingers sank into his skin and he thrust his hips harder into me.

I closed my eyes and felt Charles caress my breasts. I leaned toward him, and he flicked his tongue against my nipple rings. Spasms of enjoyment flew through my body as he licked the diamond-encrusted rings. My nipples pushed against the rings as they got harder and tightened against the rings. The pleasure of permanently hard nipples felt good and always made me want Charles whenever he had the urge.

My body writhed against Charles’s. His cock filled my hot pussy as I raised and lowered my hips, my pussy gripping his cock as it pulled and stretched his manhood, which filled me completely.

Charles placed his finger on my mouth, and I opened my eyes. “I want to taste you,” he said.

I raised my hips and slid his cock out of my pussy. I moved my body over him and knelt above his face. My hands gripped the headboard as his tongue ran over my velvety skin.

Charles ran his tongue the length of my pussy lips, and I felt my juices as they filled up inside me. He slid his tongue between my lips and guided it into my throbbing pussy. I rocked my hips as his tongue pleasured me, and I gripped the bed harder. My hips thrust harder, and I felt his tongue slide into my pussy and lick at the juices that flooded out of me. My clitoris throbbed, and Charles sucked on it hard. I could feel it swell under the touch of his mouth.

“Yee-ha,” I squealed as Charles nibbled on my clit and sent a shudder down my spine.

I could not take his tongue anymore, as I felt I would come, and I did not want to come yet.

“Time to fuck me, Charles. Make me feel helpless with your cock,” I said as I lifted myself.

“How do you want me to fuck you, princess?” he asked.

“Doggy first.”

I got on all fours and rested my head on a pillow. Charles got behind me, and I felt him guide his cock into my pussy. I gripped the bedsheets as Charles gripped my hips and started the slow, rhythmic movements of his body. He thrust himself slow and hard, and I felt every nerve being stimulated by his huge cock.

I sighed as my face was pushed into the pillow and Charles dug his hands into the cheeks of my ass. I pushed my hips back as his cock filled my pussy. I was stretched to the limit and felt like I wanted to come. I ignored the feeling and just focused on Charles as his body thrust quicker and my pussy began to ache. He was the perfect man of my dreams, fulfilling all my fantasies.

I reached behind me with one hand and rubbed my clit. I groaned as my clit sent tiny fires shooting throughout my body while Charles’s hard cock brushed against my hand. I frantically rubbed my clit as Charles raised his hand and slapped my ass. Pain shot through me as warmth flooded the point on my soft skin that his hand had hit.

“Ouch,” I squealed as I shoved my ass back toward his thrusting body. “Do it again. Hit me, Sir,” I snarled in a playful voice.

Charles raised his hand higher and cupped his hand. He brought it down and slapped my ass. The noise echoed around the room, and we both giggled.

“Fuck knows what the neighbors will think!” Charles said as he slapped my ass again.

“They will only be jealous,” I replied as I rocked my hips in toward Charles as his cock rammed deep inside me.

“Let’s slow it down a bit,” I said to Charles. “I don’t want to come just yet.”

My pussy ached, and I felt like I was ready to explode at any moment. I rolled onto my side, and Charles lay on his back.

“You want a Lizzy special?” I asked as I winked at him and caressed his washboard stomach.

“Hell yes. That feels so good and is a sure way to control me,” he said.

I grabbed a hold of his cock and could feel that my juices had soaked his manhood. I stroked his cock slowly at first, then increasing the speed.

“Tell me when you want to come,” I whispered into his ear.

My hand moved faster and faster, and his cock throbbed harder and harder.

“I’m going to come,” he said as his eyes rolled up.

I removed my hand and gripped him under the head of his cock and squeezed. His body wriggled and went through the motion of coming, yet then it subsided. I let him relax and then again grabbed his cock. My juices had dried on it, so I dribbled saliva on the head of his cock and spread it around with my hand. Again, my hand stroked him slowly to start and then increased in speed, and I saw Charles tense his body as he fought the urge to come, his hands gripping the bedsheets as he bit his bottom lip.

“Hmm,” Charles murmured through his clenched mouth. I gripped his cock under his head and squeezed.

His cock twitched violently in my hand, his body pulsating as if he were coming. I looked at him as he closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and relaxed his body.

“Again. Do it again,” Charles said.

I had only done it twice before, and Charles had come loads then and his body had collapsed in a full-body orgasm. Now he wanted me to edge him for a third time. I had no idea how his body would react.

I spat into my hand and took his cock for the last time. I started to stroke again. My hand rose and fell on his huge cock as Charles grabbed my breasts and flicked the nipple rings with his fingers. I winced in pleasurable pain as I thrust my hand up and down faster and faster. His cock was rock hard in my grasp, and I could see the concentration on his face. My hand thrust faster and faster, and Charles again closed his eyes, his hips raised. I could see from the look on his face that he was fighting it. He grabbed my arm and squeezed.

“Lizzy,” he mumbled.

I squeezed under the head of his cock for the third time. His body writhed and wriggled as he fought off his natural instinct to come. He relaxed for a couple of minutes and got his breath back, and his urge to come had subsided.

“You ready?” he whispered to me.

“Of course. I’m always ready,” I said.

I lay on my back and spread my legs and my pussy. Charles knelt before me and slapped my clit with the tip of his cock. He then slowly slid his cock inside my pussy lips and thrust his hips forward. I looked up as he leaned over me and thrust himself harder into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled on his shoulders. I wanted to look into his eyes when he finally came inside me for the first time as husband and wife.

I gripped his muscular arms as he thrust his huge cock into my wet pussy. My body started to feel hot, and I could feel my pussy soaking his cock. Charles thrust faster and faster. His body would soon release, and then his come would flood inside me.

My body got hotter and hotter, and my stomach warmed from the fire that was spreading from my pussy. My legs started to shake as I felt my clit begin to explode. I gripped tighter onto Charles and pulled his cock harder inside me. My legs locked firmly around his waist as I squeezed him harder, his cock sliding faster and faster deep inside me. His body was close to exploding, his many juices building up inside him. I had edged him three times, so his orgasm would flood his whole body and he would be a quivering wreck.

Still, he thrust harder and faster like a beast. He fought back his urge until I was ready. My hips shook, my legs trembled, and my stomach burst into flames and butterflies. My body released itself, and I dug my nails deep into his back.

“Agh, Charles, I’m coming,” I whispered into his ear.

“Come, baby. Come for me. Come for me,” he whispered back.

Charles’s body tensed and his arms locked. His rhythm had reached a fever pitch, and his cock had started to pulse. I could feel his ass tighten as his balls let forth his seed and his body fell into short spasms.

“Come for me, Charles!” I whispered as I held him close to me.

Our bodies were entwined as we looked into each other’s eyes. We had traveled a strange journey together and yet had still ended up as one. Charles held me tightly and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Mrs. Dillon, that was fantastic!” he said.

We relaxed for a few moments and then showered. When I exited the bathroom, Charles stood out on the balcony. The cool, fresh air of winter flooded into the room and cleared the scent of our lovemaking and our animal passion.

I wrapped my robe tightly against me and headed out to the balcony. I leaned against it and cast my eyes over the nighttime skyline of Paris. It really was the city of lovers.

Charles wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.

“What do think the rest of the world will do when they find out we are married?” I asked. “You know, the business world, the press, all the people who are against it?”

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn,” he said.

“Charles, be serious,” I said as I dug my elbow into his stomach. “I know that line is from Casablanca.”

“In all honesty, that line is true. But in a more modern way of putting it, I don’t really give a shit what anyone thinks of us being married. Fuck that.”

“Haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!” I laughed as hard as I could.

Charles looked into my eyes and smiled as he held up his hand. “That’s strike one, kitten.”

I laughed so hard I thought I was going to burst. I knew he liked to be in control, but hey, this was a whole new generation. Women could control lots of things too. Especially me, and especially in the bedroom… Maybe in the boardroom as well. This was going to be a long and worthwhile ride being married to him. My perfect man.

I looked at him and laughed. “Shake it off, shake it off!”

“Elizabeth!”

“Yes, dear?”

“Strike two…”

Yes. Almost there.

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