Epilogue

 

 

 

Rowan sat up in bed, propped against a pile of pillows, Lorcan’s computer open in his lap. Lorcan emerged from the bathroom, toweling his hair and sending a spray of droplets everywhere. Rowan treated himself to a blatant examination of his Dom’s naked form. He licked his lips. Lorcan’s lean muscles and well-defined abs were an inspiration and, if it hadn’t been for the fact that Lorcan had already taken him twice that morning, he would definitely have been hard. As it was, Rowan’s dick barely managed to twitch. He shifted, grateful for the well-sprung mattress cushioning his behind. Lorcan had been particularly enthusiastic about delivering his morning discipline. It had been a treat to stay in bed while Lorcan went to the gym, though he had made a trip to the bathroom. After scrubbing his sticky skin, he’d changed the bed and luxuriated in the scent of clean sheets until Lorcan returned.

“Are you looking at those property details again?”

“Yes, Sir. I can’t believe they accepted your offer so quickly.”

“It will still be a few weeks before we can move in, but we will make another visit soon to measure up and start ordering some furniture. The cellar will make the most amazing dungeon.”

“Considering how much time we spent in the one here over the last few days, you should have plenty of ideas.”

“It was inspiring.” Lorcan stretched out on the bed, hands behind his head. “I can’t believe my four weeks here ends today. The Retreat has come to feel like home.”

“The time’s gone so fast. I’m a little scared about re-joining the real world, Sir.” Rowan closed the computer and put it to one side. He snuggled close to Lorcan and was rewarded with a kiss and hug.

“You have absolutely nothing to be afraid of because you will be with me.” Lorcan grinned. “And I won’t be letting you out of my sight.”

“Mr. Hoffman’s flat is really close to The Underground. We are so lucky that one of his properties became available just at the time we needed it.”

“Fate. Just like you and me. It was meant to be.”

Lorcan patted his arse, making Rowan giggle.

“And we’ll definitely be paying regular visits to the club. It’s about time I got my money’s worth out of my membership.”

“I met some other subs when I was there for my interview. It will be good to have friends to talk to.”

“You can always talk to me… Or Bilbo.” Lorcan chuckled.

“Don’t tease me, Sir. You weren’t meant to find out about him.”

“I’ll let you into a secret. I have a partly chewed plush bunny back in San Francisco.”

“You do?”

“I do. So I’m in no position to make fun of you. And I think it will be great if you have friends at the club, so long as they don’t lead you astray.”

Rowan pictured Olly in his head. “I’ll be good, Sir. I promise.”

“I almost hope you won’t be. Punishments are fun.”

“For you, Sir.” Rowan rolled his eyes then gasped as Lorcan gripped his dick with a warm hand, stroking him to hardness. When Lorcan let go and slipped out of bed, Rowan pouted, but he didn’t have to wait long for Lorcan to return carrying three strips of worn leather.

“I’ve had this collar and cuffs for a long time. They are worn because I used to put them on myself. For years after what happened, I had to train myself to tolerate the touch of leather on my skin. They used their belts, you see. I couldn’t let them win, so at home, in private I wore these all the time hoping that one day I’d be able to put them on someone else.”

He buckled the supple leather cuffs around Rowan’s wrists before slipping the collar around his neck and once it was fastened, his attention returned to Rowan’s rigid shaft.

“It’s an honor that you wear them for me.”

Rowan had no words. His eyes filled with tears. He pushed into Lorcan’s fist, desperate for friction. When he came, the dam of his emotions broke and he sobbed, overcome by the joy of the moment.

“It’s my honor to serve you, Sir.”

“And mine to be served. You gave me back the future, Rowan. And I can’t wait for us to explore it together.” Lorcan nudged his knees apart. “And before we have to face our farewell breakfast, I feel the need to explore your body a bit more.”

“I don’t think there’s a single inch left for you to discover, Sir.”

“Best to be sure, though.” Lorcan thrust inside him in one smooth movement, claiming him. Coherent thought was no longer a possibility. Rowan focused on his body, on sensation, and let his Master take control.