The End.
Epilogue
Three years later
Kitlyn
"That's it, Mrs. Dimitri Petrov. Crawl to me like a good girl." I didn't hesitate. My knees sank into the cool tile of our playroom, the one we had designed together after coming home from Mexico, a space that belonged to no one but us. Three years later, I was stronger, healed, whole, and Atlas’s wife.
I crawled toward him on all fours, naked, my palms flat against the floor, my body buzzing with anticipation. My king was waiting, sprawled in the black leather chair, thighs spread wide, his cock hard and ready. Those eyes, dark and unrelenting, followed my every move until I knelt at his feet, looking up at him through my lashes.
"You know why we're here, right, pet?" His voice was sharp, controlled, but I heard the thread of amusement underneath.
"Yes, Atlas."
"Tell me why, Kitten."
I swallowed, my mouth dry. "Because I was late coming back from Becca and Jacob's this morning."
His gaze hardened, penetrating through me.
"What did I tell you would happen if you weren’t back on time?"
My hands twisted nervously at my sides, the heat rising in my chest, my heart thumping wildly.
"You told me I would get the paddle across my ass, and I wouldn't be allowed to cum if I was even one minute late."
"And how late were you, pet?"
I cleared my throat before answering.
"An hour."
"That's right. A fucking hour." His jaw clenched, his cock twitching against his thigh. "Stand up. Bring me the paddle hanging on the wall. The thickest one we have."
My pulse hammered in my throat, fear and excitement twisting together, the way only he could make it happen. I crossed the room, my legs trembling, and pulled the four-inch thick weapon from its hook. The handle felt solid in my hand. I carried it back and offered it to him, my fingers brushing his as I placed it in his palm.
"Get into position, young lady."
I froze, chewing my lip. "But Atlas, I had to help Becca with some of the wedding details,and—"
His hand shot up, silencing me.
The air shifted, sharp as a knife.
"I understand everyone is excited for her and Jacob, but you didn't even fucking text me an explanation. You tossed me aside, Kitten. That doesn't happen. Now—lie across my lap. I won't say it again."
Sweat broke out on my forehead.
My body shook, but not from fear.
This was ours:
Our ritual.
Our intimacy.
Our power.
