Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Epilogue Two

EPI LOGUE TWO KASH TON

EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER Bringing the car to a stop, I get out, grabbing the items off the pas‐ senger seat. En tering our house, I place the bouquet of flowers in the cen ter of the kitchen is land while I fill the vase with water.

I get my wife fresh flowers once a week. It’s some thing that she once hated but now loves.

Placing them in the vase, I put it on the din ing room ta ble. The cur‐ tains are open, giving the room ample sun for them.

“MOM?” Kennedy hollers rushing into the kitchen.

“She’s in the bedroom,” I inform our daughter.

She huffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I need to borrow her heels for tonight.”

“Where are you going?” Kaidyn questions his sister, throw ing his backpack onto the counter.

“I’m not telling you.” She bites a piece off her banana. “Be cause you’re not invited.”

He snorts. “If there’s a party, I’ll be invited.”

Rolling her eyes, she places her cell on the kitchen island.

“Did some one yell for me?” my wife asks, entering the kitchen.

She’s got her hair up in a messy bun and is wearing one of my T- shirts that hangs off one shoulder. The lack of bra makes my mouth water. My eyes drop to her tan legs, and she clears her throat to get my atten tion. I quickly glance at her neck to see if I left bruises last night. I smile when there’s nothing there other than the necklace I gave her last year for our anniver sary. “The flowers are beau tiful.

Thank you.” She gives me a bright smile.

“You’re welcome, angel.” I kiss her cheek.

“I did.” Kennedy turns to face her mother, answering her pre vious question. “Can I still borrow your heels? The red ones that appear to lace up the back?” She puts her hands in a praying position and

sticks out her bottom lip.

“Of course. Whatever you want.”

“Thank you. Thank you.”

“You know she’s just going to ruin them,” Kai dyn tells his mother.

“Why do you want Mom’s anyway? You have an entire closet full of your own.”

Kennedy ignores her brother, and he snatches a piece of her ba‐ nana. “Hey. Get your own.”

“See how that works?” he points out, and she shoves him.

I tune them out and fo cus on my wife. “Good morn ing, angel.” I pull her into me and lower my lips to her neck, kissing her soft skin while my hands squeeze her ass. Her cell starts to ring, and I allow her to step back.

“Hello?” she answers and walks away. “Yes. We’ll be there.” Eve nods to herself. “Would you like me to bring you anything? I’ll stop on my way…perfect. See you soon.” Hanging up, she puts her cell on

the counter.

“Who was that?” I ask.

Her eyes slide to our kids and then back to me before she checks her watch. “You two are going to be late for school.”

“You’re not riding with me,” Kai dyn informs his sister.

“What?” She stomps her foot. “Why? I have to fin ish my makeup on the way.”

“Be cause they’re going to send you home. Your skirt is too short.”

He looks at Eve. “Tell her, Mom. There’s a reason we wear uniforms.”

“I just rolled it up a couple of times,” Kennedy argues.

“I don’t care. I’m not leaving school when they send you home,”

Kai dyn informs her.

“If they send me home, I can drive your car,” she says in aduh voice. “And just go back and pick you up at the end of the day.”

He shakes his head. “No. Last time you drove it, you blew two tires.”

“That…was not my fault,” she argues. Her phone beeps on the is‐ land.

Kai dyn looks down at it. “Why is Halston sending you a picture of his wiener?”

“What?” I bark, pushing off the counter.

Her eyes narrow on her brother, and she snatches her cell to hold it in my face. “It’s Penny. Their dachs hund. She had her pup pies last week, re member? He sent me a pic of them.” She rolls her eyes at her brother. “Don’t go through my phone.”

“I didn’t,” he points at it. “You left it on the ta ble with the mes sage open.”

“You guys are going to be late,” Eve re minds them and adds, “Kennedy, unroll your skirt. You can’t afford another dress code vio‐ la tion be fore gradu ation.”

“Fine.” She shoots dag gers at her brother as if her mother wouldn’t have noticed had he not said anything.

Both walk over to Eve, giving her a kiss and hug goodbye before Kennedy gives me one as well. Kai dyn reaches out his fist, and I bump it with mine. “Have a great day at school,” I call out.

“Be nice and make new friends,” Eve adds with an encouraging smile.

Kai dyn snorts and Kennedy just smiles. It’s the same thing Eve al‐ ways tells them. In a world full of monsters, we’ve raised our kids to be kind and caring.

They hurry out the door, argu ing, and I turn to my wife. “Where were we?” I ask, pulling her into me.

“That was Elli on the phone.” She looks up at me, answer ing my pre vious question now that the kids are gone. “Calling to see if we’re

coming in today.”

“Of course,” I assure her.

Elling ton fin ished school and became a licensed sex therapist years ago. My wife was her first patient and has been seeing her ever

since.

“If you can’t make it…”

“I’ll be there.” I’ve never missed a single appointment.

Elling ton knows every intimate detail about our mar riage. She’s helped my wife a lot over the years.

It was rough when Eve first started seeing Elli. The more Everett talked about her past, the more she began to re member. My wife went so long denying herself pleasure due to years of be ing raped and abused. But she also craves physical intimacy. To know that not only do I love her, but I’m also sexu ally attracted to her. And there’s nothing sexier than her on her knees begging me to fuck her. But that doesn’t mean it was or still is easy for her. I may treat her like my dirty angel, but I show her all day every day that I love her.

My cell goes off, and she pulls away so I can re move it from my pocket. She glances at it and arches a brow when I hit Ignore. “I’ll call him back.”

She eyes me skeptically and I kiss her fore head. “Go get ready for

me.”

“Kash—”

“I’m going to play with you, angel.” I inform her and watch her pretty eyes go heavy. “Go get ready for me,” I re peat and slap her ass when she turns, exiting the kitchen.

Everett spent every day at Carnage with Laura throughout the pregnancy. At the same time, she was studying. Be fore our kids were born, she got her GED. I was so proud of her. Eve worked so hard and came so far. She didn’t need it, but it was some thing she wanted for herself. I surprised her with a party at Janice’s. I had never seen her happier to spend the night cel e brat ing with her friends and family.

I exit the kitchen and walk down the hallway to our primary suite, passing all the photos that she’s hung on the wall over the years.

Our kids know that their mommy didn’t carry them in her belly, but that doesn’t make her any less of a mother. It wasn’t easy, and there were times we weren’t sure we’d get to become parents. We might have two kids, but we’ve got a big family.

My wife has helped plan birthday parties, holiday din ners, and fam‐ ily vacations over the years with people that have al ways been there for us. Saint and I agreed a long time ago to never leave Ashtyn and Eve in a room alone. For the most part, they get along, but my wife

still has her temper, and Ashtyn is just Ashtyn. Better safe than sorry.

We have din ner with Haidyn and Charlotte at least once a week, but of course we see them every day since we live right next door to one another. I still make sure that she gets one-on-one time with her brother. They’re very close, and I couldn’t be more at ease knowing she has him in case something was to happen to me tomorrow.

I enter our bed room and see Mini lying on the bed. She hisses as I walk by. Haidyn, being the nice big brother he is, got my wife an F1 Savannah cat. At first, I thought it was cute. Then it just continued to grow. Now I’m feeding it raw meat and watching my back when I get near it. I swear the thing is big enough to suffo cate me while I sleep. It even has a leash for when we take it for walks. I re mind Haidyn every day of how much I don’t like him. And he re minds me that it’s as close to a dog as you can get with a cat—it’s trainable.

The bathroom door opens and my wife steps into the doorway, placing her hands on the trim, showing me what’s mine.

She’s fuck ing stun ning.

She’s dressed in nothing more than black thigh-high fishnets and a pair of designer heels. Her faint scars are a re minder of what I al‐ most lost. “Come here,” I order and she drops her arms, strutting to‐ ward me—one red bottom in front of the other, swaying her hips.

She’s teas ing me, knowing I’m going to take my belt to her ass. The naughty smile on her face tells me she knows exactly what she’s do‐ ing.

Coming to a stop, I brush her hair off her shoulder so I can see her breasts. Dropping my hand, I run my tatted knuckles over her hard nip ples, and she pushes her chest into me, letting out a moan.

“I’m go ing to make you beg for it, angel.”

She whimpers, her lashes falling to her cheeks. “Please?”

“Just like that,” I as sure her. Grabbing her hand, I walk her back through the bathroom and into our closet.

Going over to the far wall, I press in a code, and a se cret door opens. Eve needed a place to be my dirty angel. With kids, we knew our sex life would be limited, but my wife isn’t the kind of woman

who wants to make love. We’ve done it before, but she re quires more than that. She needs to be owned. Used.

So while building this house, we added a basement. One that only we can access. A place where we can work on her training. Therapy helps, but my wife needs more than that.

The door pops open, and I hold it for her to enter first. I follow her down the stairs and flip the light on. We’ve accumulated a lot of de‐ vices over the years. I do my best to stay cre ative for her. There have been a few things that triggered her, but for the most part, she begs for more and lets me have my way with her.

She trusts me with her life, and Eve knows that I’d never risk that.

I walk over to the dresser that sits in the center of the room and open the top drawer. Belts of var ious sizes and lengths lie across the black felt. Picking one up, I face her. “Turn around. Hands behind your back.”

Doing as she’s told, I make her wait a few seconds while I look over her heels, fishnet-covered legs, and bubble ass. She stands per‐ fectly still, waiting to be played with, and my mouth waters, wanting to put my lips all over her.

I lift the belt over her head and line it up with her breasts, making sure it covers her hard nip ples, and then bring it around her arms.

Sliding the leather through the buckle, I pull it tight and fas ten it in place.

She whimpers, and I turn her to face me. “How does it feel?” I ask, pressing on the leather. They’re made to be inside out due to the

spikes that are pressing into her skin.

“Good.” She licks her lips.

“I’m going to leave bruises on you, angel. I want you to re member who owns you.”

She moans, leaning into me, wanting a kiss, but I turn and walk away. I told her she’d be begging. That is, if I allow her the courtesy of speaking. Going back to the dresser, I open the second drawer and grab the heavy collar, and her green eyes get heavier. I can’t wait to see her on her knees and crying for me.

I wrap the cold metal around her neck and then sweep her hair out of the way before I lock it in place. It’s thick and re strictive, allowing

very little move ment. “On your knees, ass up in the air,” I order, stepping back.

Very slowly, she gets to her shaking knees and bends over, placing her cheek to the cold concrete floor and spreading her legs wide for me. I begin to undo my belt while I slowly circle her trembling body.

“Your cunt is soaked, angel. Ready for me to play with you?”

“Yes.” She moans, wiggling it back and forth.

I smile and slap my belt across it. Her cry of surprise fills the large space, and I do it again. She tries to wiggle away, and I slap her up‐ per thighs in warning. “Don’t make it harder on your self, Eve.”

Her hands fist and her tied arms fight the belt. I know the angle is forc ing the rubber spikes to dig into her skin. That’s the point—to cause my girl pain.

I walk over to the dresser and pull out the lube along with two vi‐ brators. Then I’m kneeling between her reddened thighs, hold ing her legs wide open with my knees.

Pour ing it over her ass and cunt, I watch it drop to the floor. Then I coat the two toys. I hold the vibrator to her cunt and order, “Slide it in. Come on, angel. Rock back and forth. Fuck it. You know you want it.”

She moans, her body softly rocking back and forth because she doesn’t have much leverage. But she manages to do as she’s told, slowly taking a little at a time. “Look how greedy you are. Taking it like a desperate whore.” I give it a soft shove and watch it disappear into her pussy. “Good girl, angel. That’s my good girl.”

She’s trembling, body now covered in a thin sheen of sweat while she fights the position she’s in. “One more.”

“Kash,” she gasps. “Please?”

I gently rub the red welts on her ass while I run the butt plug through the lube that covers her soft skin. Coating my fin gers with it, I start fuck ing her ass with one and quickly add two when she whimpers. “You’re doing great, an gel. Take it like a good girl.”

“Ye-yes,” she agrees pushing back against me and I smile.

I pick up my pace, fuck ing her ass with two fin gers until she’s pant‐ ing. When I re move them, she slumps to the concrete, and I re place

them with the vibrat ing butt plug. She tenses, hold ing her breath as I watch it stretch her tight ass.

“Breathe, Eve. Nice and steady,” I command, giving it more pres‐ sure.

She cries out, body shaking uncontrollably when I push it far ther.

“Almost there. You’re doing great.” I watch her ass close around the base once it’s in. “Good girl.” I tap her ass, and she flinches.

I stand up and grab her upper arms, care fully pulling her to a kneeling position. “I’m going to stand you up,” I inform her, and she nods once.

Helping her to her shaking legs, I walk my wife over to the wall and order, “Kneel. Legs underneath you with your knees touching.”

One leg at a time, she gets to her knees, gasping at the vibrators that fill her cunt and ass. “Sit up straight. Push your chest out.” I walk behind her and pick up the chain that’s bolted to the wall and connect it to her collar, making sure it’s where I want it. She’s not al‐ lowed much slack.

It forces her head up and arches her back. Getting the last couple of items, I kneel in front of her and slide the spiked-lined belt under‐ neath her legs, securing it tight, holding her thighs together.

I reach up and run my thumb over her trembling lips. She parts them to suck it into her mouth. I pull it out. “Getting ahead of your‐ self. Don’t worry, angel, I’m go ing to be fuck ing that pretty face soon enough.”

She closes her eyes and her shoulders shake.

Standing, I let the gag hang from my hand. Her heavy eyes notice it and then lift to meet mine. They’re beg ging me for it. She leans forward, pulling the chain connected to the collar, and parts her lips.

“Such a desperate toy,” I say as she patiently waits for me to fill her mouth with the rubber. I gently slide the gag into her mouth, making sure not to pinch her lips. Then fas ten it behind her head. Stepping back, I pull my cell from my pocket and pull up the app. I turn on the vi brator in her cunt, and she cries out through the gag.

“That’s one.”

She mumbles nonsense around it as drool al ready starts to drip onto her tied thighs. Then I do the same with the butt plug.

Her small body strug gles in the belts, her eyes wide and her mouth clenching the gag. “That’s two.” I look her over and smile. “Per fect.”

I run my hand over her chin, smear ing the drool over her cheeks and racing pulse. “Now sit there and look pretty while I re turn a phone call. Once I’m done, I’ll re move the gag and let you beg me to fuck your mouth like the dirty angel you are.”

THE END