Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"Hey, Bronx? Walk faster."
He laughs, planting his foot on the bottom step. "Hold on tight, Dilemma. I've got a bossy little brat to satisfy."
"I'm not bossy, little, or a brat."
"You're whatever the fuck I say you are."
"I'm in love with you."
"Fuck." He stops walking with one foot on the bottom step and the other on the second step. His lips touch mine in a soft kiss, his hand gripping my ass tight. "I'm in love with you too, Gemma. Madly."
"Yeah?" I whisper against his lips. "Then I guess that makes me the luckiest woman in the world."
"No. It makes me the luckiest man."
Epilogue
Bronx
Five Years Later
Long lengths of rope crisscross Gemma's body, keeping her arms bound to her side and her legs spread wide. She's splayed across the swing in our room, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed. She looks beautiful, like a little virgin sacrifice all tied up and ready for the taking.
There's nothing innocent about this sacrifice, though. I fucked that out of her years ago. Or maybe she fucked it out of me. Either way, my wife is a filthy little brat.
I step up in front of her, grasping the swing to pull it closer. My cock glides through her folds.
"Bronx," she moans, already writhing in ecstasy. She should be. She's been coming for the last hour. "Please."
"Please, what, Gemma?"
"Please," she whispers. She doesn't ask me to fuck her. She knows what'll happen if she does. Anywhere else, I give my wife exactly what she wants, whenever she wants. But in this room, she begs for it. Anything less, and she pays in ways that keep her trembling on the edge until she can't take it any longer.
I never promised to play fair when she was in my ropes. I just promised that she'd fucking love it. And she does. For the last five years, she's been happier than she's ever been. She tells me every single day that I'm the best thing that ever happened to her. She's wrong about that. She's the best thing that ever happened to me.
She is my world. It's richer, brighter, and fuller with her in it. It has been every day for the last five years. The club isn't just a job anymore. She turned it into a second home. The people there are family in a way. They still aren't allowed to speak to my wife in certain areas of the club. They certainly aren't allowed to touch her. But in other areas, we sit and talk.
She was worried that Silver Spoon Falls would change when people found out about the filthy things she loves so much. In a way, it did. It became her safe space. If people judge her, she doesn't notice. She's too busy living her life. If they stare at her, she doesn't see it. And if they envy her, well, who can blame them?
She glows like the brightest star in the sky.
But most people still don't have a clue. Aside from the occasional whisper, the membership list at the club remains a secret. Only those who have been there know who they can find inside. And they have every reason to keep their mouths shut. They're just as much a part of the community as we are. We protect the community almost as fiercely as I protect my wife.
I bounce my cock against her clit, watching her expression as her pleasure grows again. She's been on the edge for a while now, desperate to go over. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, trying to stifle her cries.
I readjust. Instead of bouncing my dick against her clit, this time, I yank on the swing. It slams forward, driving her down on my cock. We both shout as I impale her on me all the way to the hilt.
"Goddamn," I growl. "That greedy fucking cunt is already trying to milk the cum from my balls, Dilemma."
"B-because it's mine!" she cries.
"Yeah? Why is that?"
"B-because I own you."
I pull my hips back and then yank the swing forward again, making her bounce on my cock. "Want to try that again?"
"Because I'm your good little cumslut," she moans, her head thrown back. "Bronx, please. Oh, my god."
My dick throbs. Maybe I shouldn't find it so fucking hot when she says shit like that, but I do. Because I know how much pleasure she takes from it. My wife is a filthy little thing who loves being degraded and praised and tied up and fucked within an inch of her life. And there isn't a goddamn thing wrong with any of that.
I fuck her hard now, using the swing to yank her onto my cock and then pull her back off. She sobs every time she lands, begging me to go harder and deeper. My legs burn as I give her what she needs, fucking her until she's screaming.