Page 57 of Black Hearts

Epilogue

Celeste

4 years later

“Please, sir,”I whimpered, desperately struggling against my bonds. My wrists were tied behind me, and I was bent over the edge of the bed. “It’s not fair. I don’t deserve this.”

Alex’s commanding voice snapped through the room like a whip. His riding crop snapped across my tender ass at the same time, stirring my craving into a frenzy. “Stop lying. You know I can always tell. You need punishment, and you know why. You know what you did.”

“I’m sorry,” I moaned. As I spoke, Alex clicked something, and the vibrating thong he’d made me put on switched off, leaving me desperate and begging. He’d been doing this for half an hour now. Enough to get me to the edge, but never enough to push me over. Sweet, hot torment. “Oh, please, it’s not fair….” I begged.

“If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have denied it.” There was another crack of the crop across my delicate skin. “You deserve this, and you need to admit it, or it won’t stop.”

I cried out. My whole body was on fire, quivering with the intensity of my desire. I ached for a release, but if I kept defying Alex, he would rob me of that. “You’re right. I need this,” I sobbed.

“Yes, you do.” The vibration switched on again.

I squirmed and moaned, so fucking desperate to come. I was desperate to come earlier too, and so I’d broken today’s rule—no touching myself or climaxing when Alex wasn’t around.

He’d suspected something the second he stepped through the door. My flushed cheeks gave it away, and when he bent me over the kitchen counter and pulled my soaked panties down, he knew for sure. This was my punishment.

“I’ll never do it again,” I said breathlessly. “I won’t break any more rules.”

Alex chuckled darkly. “Why don’t I believe you?”

He was right. I defied his rules all the time, just so he’d be forced to punish me. It was all part of our game, all part of our dance of passion. I loved the mixture of pain and pleasure, and he loved giving it to me.

It wasn’t always like this, of course. We made love as often as we fucked like animals. It just so happened that today, we were both in a mood for the darker side of sex. Tomorrow, we just might want to touch each other tenderly and gaze into each other’s eyes while making sweet, slow, gentle love by the glowing fireplace.

But not today. Oh no… today, I wanted it hard and deep and dirty as hell.

“What am I supposed to do with you, Celeste?” Alex said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

“Please fuck me,” I said shakily, knowing how much it turned him on when I begged. “Please, sir, please! I need it….”

He tore the thong off me, and his fingers probed between my legs, coming away wet. Finally, mercifully, he pushed his thick cock inside me, and I closed my eyes and groaned, feeling myself open like a flower, still so needful for him after all these years.

He fucked me hard, fast, just like I wanted. A climax was quickly building, but I never wanted it to end. This always happened. Alex would get me so hot that I’d beg to come, but as soon as I was actually about to, I no longer wanted to. I wanted to draw the pleasure out as long as possible instead, feeling every inch of his perfect cock for hours.

I came anyway, my body quivering and my breaths coming out in harsh whimpers. My toes curled, and my clenching pussy made Alex growl. I gripped him tighter, squeezing my muscles around him, and he let out a groan of pure pleasure, still pumping in and out of me like a man possessed.

I finally came again, gasping and moaning as he slammed into me, and then he tipped over the edge too, slapping my ass hard as he coated my insides with his sticky seed.

When he pulled out, he untied my wrists and ran a soft hand over my stinging ass cheeks. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.

I smiled. “Only the way I like it.”

I knew Alex would never go too far. He’d never hurt me badly; only as much as I begged him to. He wasn’t a cruel man, and he never had been. When I met him, he’d been in a dark place for many years, but together, we pushed through the bad times, and now we were blissfully happy.

He hadn’t killed anyone since that fateful night at the Circle mansion five years ago. That was another life for him, another story, and the only people he sliced into these days were patients on the operating table.

I was about to ask him what he wanted for dinner when the monitor on the left bedside table began to make cooing, gurgling sounds before filling the room with an earsplitting cry.

“She’s finally awake,” I said. “I’m surprised she slept that long.”

Alex grinned. “She must’ve known mommy and daddy needed a bit of private time.” He stood. “I’ll get her. You get dressed.”

He winked and left the room, returning five minutes later with our beautiful baby girl, Harper Evangeline Magnusson. She had her father’s eyes, a deep shade of blue filled with curiosity and intelligence. As soon as she was old enough to walk and talk, we were probably in for a lot of trouble. The thought made me giggle.

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