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“Ooohhh, yes. Oh God yes.” She moans, her head lolling back against the bark, her eyes rolling back and closing.
She follows my climax with her own, but it’s not the earth breaking, cum squirting kind. Instead she relaxes in my hold, her back melting into the tree, her arms falling limply at her sides as the juices pour out of her like a faucet. I can feel it rolling through her, the sensations milking her empty, her body draining around me.
It’s peaceful and stunning watching her become jelly, her entire being giving in to me and what I can and will do to her. She trusts me, her body knows I will never hurt her and by the way she looks at me when she finally opens those pretty green eyes, I know her heart knows it too. She’s mine, and I am hers.
It took a crazy scenario to bring us here, with so much pain and destruction. We both still wear the bruises and scars of the traumas we’ve inflicted upon each other, and because of each other. We both have the emotional regrets and guilts, but together we are overcoming them. We are building a life together just like the contractors are building my house again, making it better than it was before.
This may all have been some fucked up few weeks, but if it means that I end up with the little rabbit I found eating out of my trash and became obsessed with, then I’m all for it, and wouldn’t take it any other way.
“I love you too.” She whispers.
“Forever?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Epilogue
People seem to move out of our way as we walk down the main hall in Kelly’s. It’s been a little over 10 days since we’ve been here, and the holidays have come and gone, having mostly been missed with all the goings on. But the club feels festive and bright.
The air is different, lighter, more relaxed as I pull out Millie’s stool for her at the bar, smiling at how the green sequins, that match her eyes, on her dress shimmer under the bar’s lighting.
“Welcome back you two.” Max says from his place behind the bar, his hands holding his customary white terry towel as he wipes down glasses and puts them away. “How are you doing my dear?” He asks Millie, setting down his work to take her hands in his, kissing her knuckles softly.
“I’m good Max. Thank you.” She says, her cheeks blushing, her memories most likely filled with the images of him cleaning her gently and fixing her wounds while she was naked and laid out before him.
She’s not shy, in fact she likes to be watched when fucked. But to have someone you see as a friend see you that way is a huge difference.
Reading her mind he gives her a wink and leans in, whispering to her. “I didn’t see or do anything. Nothing happened for you to thank me for.”
“Thank you anyways.”
“For your drink? Absolutely.” He says with a broad smile and slides a wine glass in front of her. “White tonight?”
“Whatever you wanna serve me, Max.” She laughs daintily and I can’t help but think about the carnal noises she made hours ago while impaled on my cock.
“You two playing tonight? Or just drinking?”
“Oh, we’re playing.” I say, wrapping my arm around her and puling her into my side. “In a viewing room.”
“Enjoy.” Max says, then quietly walks away to tend to others that eagerly await his skills.
I give him a salute as he looks back at me, and he nods. Our relationship is no longer just patron and bar keep. He’s a friend, someone I now trust, and someone who was there for me when I needed help, which isn’t very often. That bond is irreplaceable, and I know he’s always going to have my back now, just as I have his.
Turning to Millie, watching her sip her glass of wine, I kiss her cheek softly. “You sure you want to do this?”
“Absolutely.”
“That’s my good girl. I love it, and I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“It’s my turn for a surprise.” I tell her, tapping the pocket of my leather pants and the little box that sits snuggly inside it.
“I hate surprises.” She says, rolling her eyes, taking a big gulp of her wine.
“You’ll love this one. I promise. Ready?”
“Let’s do this.”
