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Six months.

Six months is all it took for Sadie and Jagger to go from friends to lovers to living together.

The Serpent Pit was bringing in quite a crowd as of late, and the Dregs have yet to be around to bother anyone. They are likely too embarrassed to show their faces since they got their asses handed to them. Jagger's dad, Warren, has officially left the bar to him in his absence but has promised to visit for Christmas. He has also pledged to dole out any other odd jobs to Lethal Lenny and leave Jagger out of it. Jagger got two final roses added to the sleeve on his arm after that call, and when Sadie asked him again what they meant, he told her the truth - that they were in remembrance of the people he had killed when he ran jobs for the Rebels.

Jagger had collapsed into the chair beside his bed with his head in his hands after his confession and waited for her to leave. Sadie simply crawled into his lap and held him until he believed she'd stay.

Sadie continued to bartend on the weekends, seeing as how her boyfriend has to manage the bar anyway, so she might as well help out. During the week, she works full time with her mom and has been enjoying the new freedom of running it herself. Her mother, Karen, decided after a massive fight with her daughter that it was best she take a smaller role in helping with the paper and moved closer to her other daughter, Fiona, to help and spend more time with her grandchildren. The fight had been a necessity; Sadie spoke of how much Karen pressured her to be perfect and that it was causing her to make bad choices for herself to make her happy. Bad decisions like Travis. Karen tried to convince her that she was making a terrible mistake being with "trash from the Southside of Central," but seeing how that "trash" was her best friend and now boyfriend, Karen finally got that slap in the face she deserved. It snapped her out of her controlling haze and made her realize how unfair she had been, which inevitably caused a new chain of events in their lives.

Karen plans to host Christmas for everyone this year since she’s still living in the area.

With their past and parents out of the way, it's been a whirlwind as Jagger and Sadie get used to these new dynamics. But they have enjoyed the learning curve - and curves of each other's bodies while they figure it out.

Jagger has a meeting with a publishing house in New York next week about the novel he's been working on since college, and they are counting on their blessings to have made it this far. Sadie gave up the lease on her apartment a month after she and Jagger started seeing each other and moved in above the bar with him. Jagger tried to convince her that they should find a different place together, but she insisted that this would be better until they were more financially stable and could afford a place to move their playroom. She made it very clear that the playroom was as vital to her as it was to him, and he reluctantly agreed to stay at the Serpent Pit until they had some more money saved up or things worked out for his book.

And now, Jagger has some good news to share.

And good news like this calls for a celebration, so he is more than eager to clear out the bar this Sunday evening and spend some much-needed time in his playroom with his live-in girlfriend.

"Everyone out?" Sadie asked, a grin playing on her lips as she finished wiping off the last liquor bottles behind the bar.

Jagger slipped the large bolt in place on the front doors and turned to grin at her. He took long strides to get to her behind the bar, looking very eager as he picked her up from behind, causing her to let out a sound of surprise as she dropped her dishcloth on the ground.

"All clear," he whispered in her ear as he hugged her from behind after setting her back down so her feet were on the ground again.

Sadie turned in his arms and pressed a hard kiss to his mouth before pushing against his chest and backing out of his arms. She reached for a bottle of Jameson Whiskey, poured a four-count into her mouth, and pushed Jagger onto his knees before her. Jagger tilted his head back and let Sadie open his mouth by hooking her thumb over his bottom teeth. Jagger was known to be the dominant in their relationship, but fuck did he love when she did shit like this.

Leaning forward, Sadie let the whiskey drip from her lips into his awaiting mouth, eliciting a dark moan from his chest. After swallowing, Jagger reached out to grab her, but she stepped away again. She lifted her tight white Serpent Pit crop top shirt over her head as she walked backward toward the office and tossed it to the floor before his feet.

"So, that means I can finally get out of these clothes? It's been such a long, hard day." Sadie winked as her hands went to work unbuttoning her tight jean shorts.

Jagger audibly groaned as his left hand shot out to grip the bar top, and he got to his feet. His eyes were glued to her shapely legs as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and shorts before pushing them to the ground and stepping out of them. "Jesus, baby."

With just her red lace bra left, she paused to bend over to take off her motorcycle boots, aware that her breasts threatened to spill out of her cups as she did so.

"Leave them on!" Jagger yelled as he grabbed something Sadie couldn't see from under the bar top. He shoved it in his pocket and made his way toward her. His eyes were lustful, and Sadie's breath caught in her throat as she straightened. She could only imagine what was hidden in his pocket and what pleasure it would bring forth during their play.

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

Sadie knew he was beyond ready to have his way with her, but she wanted to continue teasing him for as long as possible. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and when he was a few feet in front of her, she whipped it at his head and laughed as he struggled to unwrap it from his head. She could hear him cursing as she ran into the office.

"Sadie! You're going to regret that!" He shouted as she heard his heavy footsteps on the wood floors making their way to the office. He stopped at the office doorway and casually leaned against the frame. His eyes locked with hers as she pressed her back against the door to their playroom. Their playroom. God, that had such a good ring to it.

Casually, Jagger dangled the red lacy bra from his index finger.

"You think you're funny?"

Sadie's voice shook with desire and excitement when she drawled, "Hi- larious."

Jagger chuckled and dropped the bra to the floor. He retrieved the key from his desk and planted himself before her. He was close enough that she could feel the heat of his chest against her own, and she arched her back off the door to push her breasts against him. She let out a small gasp as his left hand braced against the door, and he leaned down to tug on her bottom lip with his teeth.

"You better behave, darling," he mumbled against her mouth before trailing kisses down her jaw.

Sadie could hear the critical jingle against the lock as his right hand blindly tried to unlock the door.

"Or what, tough guy?" She teased and arched into him again, pulling a low growl from his throat that tickled the skin of her neck.

"Or you won't be able to walk for a week," he said as she heard the lock click open behind her.

She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him again, their tongues coming together in a familiar dance. This time, it was slow and sensual, her tongue then tracing along his lower lip. "Promises, promises."

In one swift movement, he moved her to the side so he could swing the door open and bit her shoulder. Hard.

Sadie yelled at the sudden pain and whimpered as he licked the mark with his tongue.

"Get over to the table. Bend over, grab the ropes, and get ready for me. We will start with your lashings."

Sadie hurried over to the long black leather-bound table in the center of the room and stretched her torso along its length, extending her arms across the expanse to grab the two rope handles bolted to the sides. She made sure to spread her legs as she gazed over her shoulder at him, aware of how her folds were slick already with want as the air hit her center and forced a shiver through her body.

Jagger was stripping his black T-shirt off as he moved along the room, eyes taking in his many choices. She watched as he picked up a black and red leather cat-o-nine tails from the rack behind her. It was a new addition, something that reminded him of the time she danced at the club in her red dress.

They had been so busy that they hadn't played and couldn't try it out yet. They were waiting for a special occasion.

Sadie quickly looked down at the table and took a deep breath. She had had plenty of spankings before, but they were usually with his hand, sometimes a tiny paddle or a riding crop. But she was anxious to try this one. She was always anxious to try anything with him.

"So, I take it we are celebrating because your phone call with the publisher went well the other day?" she whispered against the table, her chin resting on it lightly.

Suddenly, Sadie felt his finger run down the length of her spine, and she sighed at his presence behind her.

"Very," Jagger replied and continued trailing his fingers down the cleft of her ass and down through her nether lips.

Sadie drew in a sharp breath and made a sound of protest when he pulled his finger away.

"I warned you that you would regret teasing me earlier."

She could feel the warmth of his breath against her as his lips began following the trail of his finger just moments ago. His hands gripped her waist tightly, and she could feel the leather-bound tails tickling her side from where they dangled from his right palm against her while he held it. When he had to drop onto his knees to continue his exploration, she couldn't stop trembling when he spoke again.

"Safe word?" He asked as his mouth hovered against her slit.

Sadie's hands tightened on the ropes as she grinned.

"Bianca."

Jagger let out a dark chuckle, "Good girl."

And before she could even brace herself, he was sucking hard on her clit, the tip of his tongue running along it as the blood rushed to the area and pulled a shout from her throat. He only lingered for a few seconds before pulling away and standing again, the hilt of the cat-o-nine tails gripped tight in his right hand.

"Jaggie," Sadie whined and wiggled her ass in his direction.

"If you stopped being a brat for two minutes, I wouldn't have to punish you so much," he laughed and lightly kicked one of her boots with his own.

Sadie looked over her shoulder at him, a sly smile on her lips. "If you didn't have reasons to punish me, though, we'd have no reason to use the sex dungeon, babe."

His eyes narrowed at her. "True. I like all the things your mouth does. Seems like it's driving me crazy whether you're speaking or sucking me off with it."

Sadie winked at him for good measure, and his left hand gently grabbed the back of her head and forced her to turn it forward.

"Face forward. You know the rules. Don't make me get the blindfold already." Jagger instructed before releasing his hold on her. He smoothed her long hair over her shoulder so it hung over the side of the table and out of the way before stepping back.

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl." Jagger brought his left hand back to her left hip as he dragged the tails against her lower back. "How many months have we been fucking now?"

"Six," she chirped happily.

"Goddamn right, it's six. The best six months of my life. I'll lash you six times, and you'll count each time, or I start from the beginning. Understood?"

"Mmm, yes." Sadie moaned, the thought making her wild already.

"Yes, what?" Jagger demanded as he brought his left hand down upon her ass sharply.

"Yes, sir!" She gasped.

" Fuck. Okay."

Sadie heard him shuffle slightly behind her and knew he was running a hand through his hair the way he always did when flustered.

"Here goes, baby. Tell me if it's too much."

Crack.

The ropes creaked as Sadie pulled against them while she groaned out, "One." The sting of the tails against her ass shot through her like lightning, sparking her nerves with the new sensation.

Crack.

"Shit!" Sadie cried and bit her bottom lip. "Two."

The ends of a few tails managed to hit her center, causing an intense pleasure to pool between her thighs.

Crack.

"Th- three !" She gasped, swallowing hard and trying to compose herself.

"You're so good for me, my sweet, sweet girl. Hang in there; you're doing a beautiful job."

Sadie preened at his praise and raised onto the balls of her feet, lifting her bottom up to him by a few inches more, inviting him to continue. Instead, she felt his tongue graze over the red welts that were already forming on her backside.

"I feel like I'm the one being punished right now. You're fucking dripping onto the floor, and all I want is to grab your hair and screw your perfect pussy." Jagger's voice sounded strained, and Sadie could tell he couldn't wait until he lost it.

Jagger moved his left hand down the swell of her hip and in between her folds, where he quickly slipped two fingers inside her. The feeling of his fingertips against her G-spot was exquisite, but it was the feeling of the tails being brought down again with his other hand mixed with his ministrations that had her choking on her own oxygen.

Crack.

"Four," she sobbed and rested her forehead against the table. Sadie felt him crook his fingers against her walls, and she whispered his name. She could feel herself tightening around his digits as an orgasm already threatened to tear through her body.

" So close , baby. You're so close; I can feel it. Hold on a little longer, and I'll give you what you want. Don't cum yet." His voice was lower now, and Sadie tried to pull herself back from the edge as best as possible.

Jagger waited until he saw her nod her head 'yes' against the table before drawing his arm back along with the fingers he had inside her and bringing the tails against her red ass again.

Crack.

Right when she arched her back from the bite of the lash, he plunged the fingers in deep and started pumping them quick and hard inside her; the sound of her juices flooding around his hand and falling onto the floor would have embarrassed her if she could think about anything else besides chasing an earth-shattering release.

"Please," Sadie panted and twisted the ropes in her palms, knuckling white. "Wilder, fuck !"

"What number are we on, Sadie? Don't stop counting, or I will make you go back to the beginning," Jagger warned but didn't lose momentum with his fingers.

"Jesus, Jag. I'm trying." Sadie bit out. "You're kind of distracting me. Five."

"Good girl. Now, I want you to tell me right when you're about to cum. Then I'll give you your final lashing." She could hear the way he was out of breath, just like her, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that threatened to spill from the intensity of it all. Her ass was on fire, but it only heightened the pleasure as flames of another kind swept through her core as she rocked back onto his fingers while he pumped them frantically inside her.

"Oh, shit! Right there , Jag. I'm-I'm going to - "

Crack.

Sadie swore she left her body as the tails came into contact between her thighs. She had been anticipating them on her backside once more, but Jagger had swiped the tails up between her legs to clash against her clit, and she was done for.

"Six!" Sadie screamed as the pain and pleasure mixed together in an orchestrated moment of climax, the waves crashing harder with each push of his fingers against her pulsating walls.

"Come on, Sweets. Let go. Let it all go for me."

Rather than slow down his movements while she cursed under her breath and writhed on the table, Jagger only moved deeper and faster, slapping his drenched palm against her as she gushed more than ever before, his fingers rough and rugged inside her.

"Oh my, God . Jagger. Jagger. Jagger . FUCK. Jag!" She sobbed his name as the splash of her insane orgasm slowed to a trickle down her legs and pooled down into her drenched boots. After a few final thrusts of his fingers, he gingerly pulled them out, and she could hear him sucking on them behind her.

Sadie's eyes met his over her shoulder as she regarded the filthy scene and felt a new wave of need pool in her belly.

"My favorite flavor," he grinned at her even as she rolled her eyes at him.

Carefully and slowly, she released the ropes as she braced herself on the table. When she winced as she straightened, Jagger was fast to check her over. He quickly grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge at the corner of the room and a fresh white rag from on top. Pouring half the bottle of cold water onto the rag, he carefully held it to the swollen globes of her ass.

Sadie sighed as the cold compress took the sting out, and her shoulders relaxed. She made a face as the boots made a 'squishing' noise when she adjusted, and he chuckled as she unzipped and kicked them off her feet.

"Thank you," she whispered, placing her hand over his as it lightly swept over her skin. As she tried to look behind her, she could see only welts and no bruising. The skin was all intact, and there was no bleeding, so the aftercare was pretty minimal, at least.

Which was great, considering they were far from done.

Sadie smiled up at him, her mouth pink and supple, and Jagger couldn't resist the urge to kiss it after he finished securing the wrist restraints to the wall above the red chaise lounge she had brought home after a fantastic weekend of tips at the bar last week.

"How did you even get that here?" He asked incredulously as he gestured to the piece of furniture. The red velvet lounger looked way too upscale, sitting in the middle of the Serpent Pit early on a Sunday morning.

"The guy I bought it from was nice enough to drive it over for me," Sadie smirked.

Jagger sighed, "I'm sure he was more than eager to help you."

"Yep! That's why when I thanked him, I told him how excited I was to have my boyfriend fuck me on it as soon as possible," she said cheekily as she sat on it and made a sexy pose as she stretched on top of it.

"Paint me like one of your French girls, Jack."

Jagger rolled his eyes, but he couldn't keep the grin that spread across his lips. "I'd like to do much more than paint you on that thing."

Sadie slipped a hand into the front pocket of her jeans and raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, yeah? Tell me all about it."

Jagger glanced at the clock and knew they had exactly twenty minutes to open the bar. Plenty of time to get her off and drag the new addition to the playroom.

He dropped to his knees behind her on the bar's hardwood floor and pressed his lips to the skin above the waistband of her jeans.

"You got it, Rose."

"I knew it would fit perfectly here in the corner. How are the new links holding up?" Sadie cocked her head back and yanked on her wrist cuffs that were hooked into the comprehensive 'O' links that Jagger bracketed to the wall above it earlier that week.

Jagger reached above her head and jangled them a bit, staring down at her. "Seems fine, but we should test them out to be sure."

Sadie nodded eagerly, eyes bright. "Absolutely."

Jagger trailed his hands down the length of her arms as he sat beside her form that was lying on the couch and deftly started tickling her underarms, eliciting a shriek as she started jerking around in laughter.

"They seem pretty good. We might not need to do any more testing," he teased, but he did pull his hands back and allow her to collapse against the cushions, her flushed face complementing the red velvet beneath her.

"You're the worst," she said breathlessly, but her glare wasn't convincing, and her laughter was still bubbling in her chest.

Jagger kissed the bridge of her nose lightly. "And yet, you tell me I'm the best you've ever had."

He barely stood up in time to miss the swift kick of her leg and let out a chuckle. "So feisty tonight."

"If you don't come over here and fuck me, I promise 'feisty' will be an understatement," Sadie growled, and he sidestepped her leg, swinging towards him again.

"Watch it, you minx," he growled and grabbed her ankle before it could connect with his crotch. "I'm gonna need that for later."

"Jagger!" Sadie snapped impatiently.

He placed her leg back onto the lounger and grabbed a plain black satin blindfold off the wall beside him. He gazed down into her eyes as he started slipping the elastic around her head's crown.

"See you on the other side," Jagger whispered before settling the blindfold above her cheekbones.

With her vision officially compromised for the time being, Jagger allowed himself a moment to collect himself. He'd been rock hard since he'd chased her into the office an hour ago, and his erection was pressing painfully against his zipper. But it wasn't just his lust that was causing him to be anxious.

God, I hope this goes okay.

He quickly went about the room, gathered the other few items he wanted to use that night, and dug something out of his pocket from earlier to place beside them. Jagger was lost in thought, looking at a set of nipple clamps in his hands, when her voice broke through his haze.

"Are you okay?" Sadie asked sincerely. He normally didn't hesitate with her in the room, but the silence was making her nervous.

Jagger released a sharp breath and straightened his shoulders, ready to continue.

"Perfect. Just daydreaming about you," he replied, walking back towards her.

"Why are you daydreaming? I'm right here," she said as she smiled and moved her head in the direction of his steps.

"I was thinking about how good you would look in these."

Her gasp filled the room as he settled the silver clamps to fit tight over the buds of her breasts.

Jagger loved all the different noises he could get her to make. When he reached beside him to grab the matchbox and light the little red candle he had brought over, her shuddering moan at the sound was like hearing his favorite song on the radio in the middle of the night.

"Really?" She squealed as she bent her knees on the chaise lounge and planted her feet. Whether for comfort or to steel herself for what was coming next, who knew?

"You said you wanted to try it. I thought tonight could be filled with a few firsts."

Jagger picked up the candle and moved himself to settle beside her. He kept his clothes on to force himself to get her to cum at least one more time before he plunged into her. The candle hovered above her stomach, and he grabbed the silver chain that dangled between her breasts from the clamps on her nipples with his free hand. As he watched her chest rise and fall with her shallow breaths, he slowly began dripping the wax above her navel.

"Mmmff!" Sadie cried as she sucked in a breath.

Jagger tugged on the clamps and pulled another luscious noise from her throat. "Too much?"

Sadie shook her head, " No. "

Jagger grew a little bolder and drizzled the wax up her sternum and across her left breast, and she squirmed beneath him. She felt something cold against her lips when he tugged on her chain.

"Bite it," Jagger commanded, sliding the chain between her teeth. Her nipples were pulled taut along with her breasts, and she had to drop her chin to her chest so she could keep it from being pulled out of her mouth.

"I want to fuck you so bad, baby. You know that, don't you?" His voice was heavy with need, and it was a miracle he could still continue with their game.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

More red wax painted itself across her breasts until she thrust her hips in his direction, desperate for him.

He smirked down at her, an absolute sight stretched out for him. The red wax was hardening against her skin, and he brought the candle lower until he could drip some across the apex of her thighs, right above her glistening folds.

"Damn, I love it, Jag," Sadie praised him, and the chain fell from her lips to settle between her breasts again as he set the candle down on the table beside them once more. "My whole cunt is aching for you. Can you tell?"

Jagger swallowed hard, her words causing him to lose himself, but he still took the time to delicately peel off the wax from her skin before quickly grabbing something off the table. Then he was kneeling between her legs and gripping the inside of her thighs roughly. He lifted her legs over his shoulder and kissed the soft skin right above her slit.

"Tell me how bad you want my tongue on you."

"So bad," Sadie whispered as she shivered in anticipation.

Jagger slapped the length of his fingers across her clit, and she arched off the couch with a gasp.

"Speak up."

"Holy shit. I want your tongue on my clit.. I want you to make me cum with your sexy fucking mouth," she practically yelled, and he slapped her pussy again.

"Good girl."

And then his mouth was on her heat, licking languidly up and down her glistening slit. She twisted in her shackles and panted his name, pressing her hips into his face. Jagger moved his hands under her to grip her ass as he devoured her like a man starved. He sucked her clit between his lips and began flicking the tip of his tongue along it rapidly, knowing it would drive her crazy.

"Too much! It's too - ungh!" Sadie cried and tried to pull back, but she was powerless against him. Just when she was about to cum, he pulled his mouth away and grabbed the large vibrating wand he quickly plugged into the wall.

"Where did you go?" She whined and pouted.

"I'm right here, baby," he whispered as he held the head of the wand to her clit.

"Jag?" Sadie questioned when she felt the cool object against her center.

Jagger repositioned himself between her legs and darted his tongue inside her pussy, pressing into her opening.

"Damn, this pussy tastes so fucking good. I can never get enough of you on my tongue. Now be my good fucking girl, and cum all over my face."

Sadie's mouth dropped from shock at his words, but she absolutely loved it.

Jagger flipped on the vibrations to the highest setting, not giving her a chance to warm up as he hungrily pushed his tongue inside her, licking at her walls and drinking in her arousal each time.

Sadie was screaming from the intensity of his attention. The vibrator worked against her clit thoroughly, and his tongue moved in tandem to bring her to an earth-shattering finish. When she started to bear down on his tongue, he withdrew it and sat up to watch her face as he pressed the wand harder against her center. When Jagger heard her gasp his name and her head reel back, he grabbed the chain and yanked the clamps off her nipples. The sudden pinch as the clamps popped off threw her over the edge, and she frantically grinded against the vibrator as the shocks of her orgasm tore through her.

Unable to resist, Jagger stared at her as her breathing slowed before he turned off the wand and laid it gently on the floor beside them. He quietly picked up the small red box next to his hip on the couch before taking out something small and leaning over her. He pressed a deep kiss to her mouth, their tongues massaging one another through her haze, and he gingerly slipped something onto one of her fingers above her head.

Sadie was so overcome with her orgasm and the way he was kissing her that she almost didn't notice him slipping something onto her finger.

Almost.

"Take my blindfold off."

"Sweets- "

"Now."

Jagger sighed as he slipped the blindfold off and panicked a little, wondering if he should have done this differently. Take her out to a nice dinner. Waited until the holidays when their families were together. Anything.

Sadie blinked up at him and tried to get her eyes to adjust to the lights, even though they were dim. She looked calm but still shaken from her recent orgasm, and she was wringing her fingers together, trying to feel the object that now adorned one of them.

"The cuffs, too," she whispered.

Still holding her gaze, he reached up, took out her right hand, and gently released her left.

Sadie rushed to sit up and stared at the large diamond ring on her finger. It was beautiful, with at least a carat in the middle of the princess cut and dozens of smaller ones around it in a halo around the band.

"Oh, my god," Sadie breathed, holding it up to her face.

"I know this was probably not the best time to do this, but I didn't want to wait anymore," Jagger confessed, the words rushing quickly from his lips as he grabbed her hands in his.

"It's beautiful. And huge. Like, how can we afford this 'huge'?"

Jagger allowed himself a small smile at how she had said 'we'.

"I wasn't entirely honest when I told you about the meeting with the publishing house. They weren't thinking about taking on my book. They already bought it. They sent my advance this week, and I went right out and bought this ring."

"Jagger, that's incredible! You worked so hard on that manuscript. I'm so proud of you. And mad! How did you not tell me until now?" Sadie was clutching onto Jagger's hands as she leaned forward. She was still naked, he still fully clothed in his signature jeans and a black t-shirt.

"I wanted to get through tonight first," he grinned.

Sadie looked down at the hand where her ring sparkled on her finger. "Oh."

"I know it seems a little fast, but we've known each other for years. We've both been friends, worked together, lived together, have incredible sex, and accept each other for who we really are." Jagger paused to rest his forehead against hers as he looked down at her hand with her.

"You make the world around me feel calm. You make the world stop spinning and breathe air into my lungs whenever I see you enter a room. I can't imagine this life without your smart mouth, beauty, and support. Please say yes."

Sadie looked up at him through her lashes, now wet with tears. Her voice was innocent when she spoke next, "If I say 'yes', are you finally gonna have sex with me tonight?"

Jagger's mouth hung open as he stared back at her. "What?"

Sadie laughed and pressed her mouth to his in a sweet kiss. She loved it when she could render him speechless, and this was still as good a time as any.

After a few more kisses, she pulled away and whispered, "Yes, sir."

"Thank god, baby." Jagger couldn't hold back anymore; the emotion of the evening coursing through him, and in a flash, he was out of his clothes and kneeling between her thighs on the lounge.

"Jag?" Sadie whispered, her eyes still glistening with moisture. "I love you."

Jagger's hands tensed on her hips as the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.

"I love you, too. So much. Let me show you."

Sadie nodded her head and pulled him down for a searing kiss as he pushed inside her. He wanted to take it slow, but the warm velvet of her pussy had him pounding into her in seconds.

"How the fuck are you so tight all the time?" He groaned before dropping his head to rest in the crook of her neck. "Fuck, Sweets."

"Because my body was made for you, Wilder." She growled back and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.

"I'm not gonna last long at all. I've been on the edge since I strapped you on here," Jagger admitted as his hands carded through Sadie's hair while his teeth nipped at her throat.

"It's okay; you have our whole lives to make it up to me." She moaned and scratched her nails down his back, trying to pull him even closer to her.

"Fuck, yes, I do," he groaned as he pulled his head up to look at her. "You're mine. Say it."

"I'm yours," Sadie cried, her walls tightening around his shaft as he hit that spot deep inside of her over and over again. "I've always been yours."

Sadie grabbed his left hand and placed it around her throat, her subtle gesture granting him permission to apply pressure. They both knew that the slight restriction of oxygen helped her over the edge, and he was more than happy to oblige.

When she convulsed around him, her pussy fluttering around his cock, he spilled into her with a groan that sounded like it had been yanked from his core. While he throbbed inside her, emptying everything he had, she held him close. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room until Sadie started giggling beneath him.

"What's so funny?" Jagger mumbled against her breast, his eyes still closed as he tried to catch his breath.

Sadie stroked her fingers through his hair a few times before she answered. "You know we'll have to make up an engagement story. People will ask how you did it, and I don't think we can tell them."

I did not think this through.

"We can tell Camille." Jagger offered lamely.

"True, but I'm not telling this story to our parents at Christmas," Sadie said in exasperation.

"Fine." Jagger grinned. "We can tell them I did it at a nice restaurant. Music, roses, a crowd of strangers staring at us. You know, shit that Karen would love."

"Oh, god," Sadie laughed, "You're right; she'd love it." Completely sated and spent, she yawned and hugged Jagger tighter. When he went to remove himself from her, she groaned in protest. They always cleaned up and went to bed after playing, but tonight, Sadie just wanted to bask in their evening together.

"Stay," Sadie whispered. "Let's stay here tonight. I don't want to move."

Jagger gathered her in his arms and kissed her temple. "Alright, let's stay."

Sadie nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and relaxed against him, quickly falling prey to sleep.

Jagger looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him and watched her rest momentarily before slowly pulling out of her and walking across the room to retrieve a blanket from the black armoire by the door. He cleaned up their mess from the evening's festivities and grabbed his cigarettes from his jeans on the floor. He used the red candle’s flame that was on the table beside them to light his cigarette and took a seat against the wall on the ground next to Sadie.

As he inhaled slowly, he let the nicotine calm his nerves.

Released the tension in his shoulders.

Smiled.

She was going to marry him.

Jagger reached into his jeans pocket one more time to grab his phone, and within seconds, he was in the SecretScape app. They still use it from time to time. Sadie flirts with him through a post, or Jagger uses anonymous ones for ideas for his new novel, which eventually becomes a bestseller.

But tonight, the message he was posting would be nothing short of loving. He glanced over at her and felt his heart tug inside his chest at how fucking lucky he was to have her in his life. He would never, ever allow himself to forget it.

Jagger quickly finished his cigarette, submitted his post, and got under the blanket to hold his soon-to-be-wife close. He breathed in her scent and started to fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat.

Absolutely ruined , was his last thought as he smiled against her hair.

RebelWearsLeather:

She said yes.