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RYLEE

EPILOGUE ONE

Months Later

S pinning on his tiptoes with his wrists chained to the ceiling, I watch Nathaniel hanging naked and vulnerable with a black blindfold on, all from the dark corner of my dungeon. Looking around the dimly lit space, with red walls and black accessories lining the small room, it has everything from toys to tables, mirrors to my beautiful saltire cross and my beautiful black leather chair that I am sitting in now.

My legs are crossed, my black latex-covered foot swings as I take in everything around me. Pride fills my chest.

I pull on my high pony to stop any tears from welling in my eyes. Because I recognize how lucky I am to be me, free to express myself in ways that are true to my being. Many are not and it kills me inside.

Fuck. I shake my head of all outside thoughts, focusing back on the fine specimen before me.

Nathaniel kept his word and hired a construction crew the week following the events in the church. And I, out of respect to my very new relationship, only see three of my long-term clients a couple times a month, and I am never intimate with them myself, I only assist in feeding their needs and cravings. To be clear, Nathaniel never petitioned me to do this, it’s something I wanted, to set the boundary in order to see where this went or is going.

Gingerly I rise while watching myself in the mirror, with black lace panties to match my black latex knee-high boots and black latex bra that has tiny gold chain’s dripping over my midriff.

Next to me, I take the ball gag off the wall and slowly walk toward my prey, allowing the suspense to build. Reaching out, I admire my silver claw glove Rain gave me. I like wearing it during our sessions occasionally.

Nathaniel’s been hanging for ten minutes already, waiting in anticipation with a hard cock and precum glistening. Standing behind him, I hush in his ear to soothe him while placing the ball in his mouth. My breath tickles him because I can feel tiny goosebumps rising on his skin, followed by the sound of his teeth clamping around the ball as I buckle it at the back of his head.

Using the sharp claw, I start dragging it down from the base of his skull, down his spine, applying more pressure the farther down I go. He shivers and moans, completely giving in to me.

“My good fucking boy. Aren’t you?” He nods eagerly to please. I take my other hand and rake my fingers through his thick white hair then grip it at the base, pulling his head back toward me.

“Are you going to let me play with you? Do anything I fucking want to you?” I toy.

He tries to nod, but groans instead, letting me know he’s ready. Before we started, I made him repeat our safe word to me. Devil. And if he can’t speak, he knows to moan three times in quick succession and I will stop.

My nail reaches his bottom, his cheeks clench and his body rolls as I tickle that sensitive spot. Smirking with my black-painted lips, I step back with my heels clicking on the hard cement floor. Walking to the wall, I unhook my black paddle with silver spikes and brush my fingers overtop of it. At the same time, a fun idea comes to mind. Reaching up, I also take our bejeweled plug off the shelf. I only use this on him, it's special to us.

Stepping forward, I spit on the silver plug and waste no time inserting it into his rectum. Who would have suspected, Nathaniel is a man who loves ass play. He cannot get enough of it now that he’s had it once. Once the plug is secure, I swiftly swing the paddle in one fluid motion and spank my good boy.

“Count with me,” I hiss, and he obeys. Muffled numbers are shouted with each one. The wood cracks against his skin as the metal spikes add another layer of pleasure, heightening this experience for him. I continue to watch his cheeks clench around the plug. The tighter he grips it, the more it rubs against his sensitive taint.

We get to, “Four.” Crack. “Five.” Crack. Before switching cheeks and doing the same amount on the other side.

I see his body trembling. “You will not come until I say you are allowed,” I hiss at him, holding the paddle just barely above his skin. “I will stop if you do,” I threaten.

His body rotates in protest, soft hisses escaping him as the chains nip at his skin.

Yanking at his hair, I praise, “Good. Now stay still, we aren’t done.”

“Yes, Ms. Vandenberg,” is mumbled through the gag, which pleases me.

I finish the other side and drop the paddle to the floor, the loud smack making him jump. I’ve taken his sight therefore the other senses are working overtime.

Next I take a single piece of red rope, and spin him so he is hanging in front of me. His cock throbs, I take my gloved hand and move the sharp nail from base to tip. His stomach muscles flex; I take the rope and begin tying it around him, doing figure eights around and over the piercings before wrapping it tightly at his base and knotting it. Circulation is being cut off, and his cock turns beautiful shades of blue and purple. Nathaniel’s body wiggles, the sensation is overwhelming, the buildup grows and the need for release increases.

Whimpers follow, muffled pleads and begging. “Please, please, Ms. Vandenberg.”

Silly boy. Not yet, I’m still having fun.

Gripping his jaw, I squeeze, pinching his skin with my fingers. “The greatest gift is you at my mercy, begging at my feet and worshipping the ground I walk on. Now, shut up and let me play,” I snap, teasing.

Fuck, I can feel my pussy dripping down my leg. And I am still learning that with him, it’s okay to feel such desire.

Taking my mind off it, I lean forward and place his hard nipple between my teeth, teasing and pinching, as my tongue laps it. Nathaniel’s body continues to quiver, I love edging him to the brink. Biting once more, I then pull back and trace his endless ink with my eyes, admiring his beauty.

Looking down, I see his toes flexing, and reaching behind I rotate the plug inside of him, and continue to watch his body language. Cries of need follow, I have him right where I want him. Chuckling to myself, I stop and grip the ribbed dildo next. Squirting lube on it, I pull out the plug, replacing it with the dildo. Slowly I inch it inside of him. Nathaniel’s breathing becomes heavier and I can hear his heart racing. I get it halfway in before pulling it out. He moans in agony from the lost connection. I do this a few more times, teasing, edging, while each getting louder and louder reactions.

Edging the tip back in, I slowly insert it inside of him, working his taint by grinding it back and forth. His body reacts, riding the dildo in return and chasing his building release.

His legs tremble, his orgasm is building, and his head moves from side to side. But he knows better than to come without permission; the last time he disobeyed, I edged him three times a day for a week.

Looking down, I see distinct red marks coloring his skin where the spikes spanked him, and I smile in satisfaction knowing that it’s my mark he wears.

More teeth chattering can be heard on top of the intense panting. The room is getting warmer and my own skin is beginning to become moist.

I move the cock faster inside of him, building and edging his release.

Wrapping one of my legs around his, I push the sharp heel of my boot into calf muscle then whisper, “Come,” while reaching for his swollen aching cock. I undo my tie and the rope releases the building pressure. Ribbons of cum shoot out of his tip, and a loud roar erupts from deep within his chest. White lines from the tie adorn his skin, around his swollen cock.

Nathaniel continues to ride the rubber cock in his ass, as his body trembles violently. I keep my leg wrapped around his and I can feel his muscles convulsing under me. His hips buck with each shot of release falling to the ground. My thumb tickles his tip as I gather his release and bring some to his lips. I trace along them, leaving a trail of himself on me, for him to taste once his mouth is freed. As his body calms, I take the dildo out and toss it to the chair. Undoing the blindfold and gag, I drop them to the ground.

My eyes watch with need, as Nathaniel licks his lips, he moans in satisfaction while he enjoys the taste of himself.

“You did so good, baby,” I praise, and he smiles with heavy-lidded eyes.

I release my leg from his. Bending down in front of him, and I grab ahold of his cock, bringing the tip to my lips and kiss him. We never break eye contact. “Would you like to take a bath?” I ask in a soothing tone, and his head nods in response.

I lick his cum off my lips, savoring every drop, and rise to unlatch his hands from the chains. His arms immediately fall limp on top of my shoulders, which is to be expected as most of the blood is likely drained from them hanging up for so long.

Holding him close, he puts most of his weight on me as he recovers, and I whisper words of praise and gratitude into his ear. Aftercare is the most important part.

I tickle the back of his neck with my nails, and softly whisper, “Let’s go, baby, we’ll take a warm bath with salts then sleep. How does that sound? And maybe later, I’ll let you drive the Aston, as a treat.”

His deep voice graces my ears, panting, “Perfect, Puppet,”