Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
The corner of her lip curls upward.
“If there is anything else about my past you or your family would like to know, Zel, simply ask. You have a right to access information about the man who loves you.”
Joy fills her gaze, and, for the first time since she left, it feels like I can breathe again.
“However, if another altercation does arise with your brother, I won’t spare his life twice.” Harshness is presented for what I hope is the last time. “Understood?”
She frantically nods prior to brushing away a fallen tear.
“Now, I have a four o’clock with Vegas, but…,” I cockily lean back in my seat and steeple my fingers together, “still have a bit of time left to play with you.” The smirk that crosses my lips is so wolfish she whimpers. “Come here, little doll, and kneel for me.”
Zel doesn’t hesitate to abandon her seat to fulfill my request.
Seeing her so eager further dissipates the lingering worry.
This woman is no longer in my life because of a debt that needs to be paid.
She’s here out of love.
Loyalty to her feelings.
To me.
Zel Pierson is much more than a long-haired doll in need of a firm hand.
She’s the woman I know I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.
Epilogue
About three years later…
Elias
Zel tightens her grip on the soaking wet strands that are coiled around the base of my cock at the same time her throat constricts. Choking sounds echo throughout the mid-afternoon air alongside water splashing out of the on deck hot tub. She sucks and suctions, spit slipping past her swollen lips and into the very territory she’s using to assist in making me come. Thoughts of washing out the mess I’m going to make cause my shaft to swell and her gagging to increase. I roughly grab a handful of hair from the back of her head which receives a squeak out of my fiancée. The vibrations drown my dick in additional ecstasy that gets my nuts clamping up in anticipation of busting. Yanking her completely away is impossible due to the lock around my cock, yet the distance I manage to grab is more than enough to watch cum ruthlessly splash her tongue. Slide down her chin. Drip onto her tits that have gotten a little bigger. I suck in a breath through gritted teeth and possessively growl at the sight of her toying with the thick, white contents.
My little doll is perfect.
She’s polished and poised at galas.
Focused and dedicated when it comes to her job as a nurse at a private care facility for the elderly.
Stern with her family when they won’t respect our boundaries – like her Dad and Tomas trying to invite themselves to our engagement-moon to indulge in a free vacation – and forgiving to me when I get too busy to remember an anniversary.
Over our years together, she’s grown in so many beautiful ways. Her confidence levels have soared. She’s no longer afraid to put her foot down. She’s not afraid of my wrath or hurting other people’s feelings the way she once was. She holds her head high among those that attempt to look down on her for having a career and shamelessly struts around in any outfit she puts on. Yellow is still my preferred color to see her in, yet her closet now possesses other shades.
Black has grown on me for her.
And gray.
Our playtime isn’t as constant as it once was, a little fact that irks me; however, I am doing all that I can be to understanding. I run a multi-billion-dollar business and choose a life with a woman who wants her career. That is the drawback. We do what we can to keep our connection to that portion of our lifestyle alive and well -- by scheduling baths and lunch breaks that include her own hair being used as a gag to keep Dietrich from hearing her scream while he’s cleaning right outside the door.
One of the best parts of being on this boat in the middle of the water not too far from Tahiti is that there’s no need to muffle those sounds.
Zel gingerly untangles her hair from my softening cock, doing her best not to get cum in it. Drops still end up in the dark strands and the vision ignites a pleased rumble in my chest.
She happily giggles and prepares to get out of the water. “You wanna wash my hair again now, don’t you?”
“I’m going to, little doll.”
“Can we eat first?”
“No.” Rather than tuck my dick back into my swim trunks, I carelessly abandon them all together on the side of the boat. “Properly getting dried cum out of your hair is not how I want to spend the next few days of our vacation.”
She smirks, rolls her light brown eyes, and begins to saunter her yellow bikini bottom-covered ass the direction of our bedroom, yellow diamond engagement ring catching a ray of sunlight.