Chapter 47: 47. Epilogue

Two Years Later

"I think I've changed my mind about him. He's not that bad. Tara loves him, he's actually good with her better than that gold-digging bitch, Phoebe. And I've never seen our son so happy..."

I couldn't believe what I'm hearing when I unintentionally passed through the family lounge when I was about to inform Jasper's mom that lunch is served. Jasper, Tara, and I were at his mom's for our weekly Sunday brunch at his family home. It was the only time we spend time at his mom nowadays, though she would go to our house and play with Tara or pick her up from preschool then spend the whole afternoon with her.

Last year I had finally adopted her, we have been a real family with her legally as my daughter and she calls me daddy Ben. I have been involved in her preschool activities, and be the perfect house husband for Jasper during the day and his collared lover at night. We have progressed to handcuffs, ankle restraints, and blindfolds. Sex had never felt so good for me, the loving feeling that I have for him intensifies our intimacy ten folds.

And today, overhearing his mom, I quickly wiped my tear and cleared my throat before knocking on the wooden door frame to the family lounge. The older woman smiled at me warmly, she has been getting friendlier as the years passed by and in the last couple of months, things were much much better.

Especially when she got sick, and almost the whole household staff contracted the same flu virus and there's no one to take care of her and she never did like going to the hospital. I ended up taking care of her, while Allie takes care of Tara during the day and Jasper was with her during the night. I was by his mom's side for a whole week before Peggy finally got better and relieved me of my son-in-law's duties.

Today was also the day we were leaving Tara with her mom. Jasper insisted that we spend our anniversary just the two of us. Because last year when we took Tara, we ended up going to Disneyland and staying there for one whole week. It was a strange kind of anniversary, I didn't complain. I was actually enjoying spending time together, Tara gave us her widest smile and I swooned whenever she runs into me from all the excitement or tugged my hand calling me daddy Ben.

"So are you excited for the trip?" his mom asked as she put her hand on the crook of my arm. She sounded genuine and so I told her the truth. "I'm still a bit restless about leaving Tara for a whole week. I know she will love her sleepover with you, but still..." I shrugged and she patted my arm telling me that everything will be fine, she will be spoiled by herself, Peggy, and also Allie.

"Allie told me that she had arranged a playdate where Tara's friend from preschool will play here, they will probably have fun in baby the pool." She continues as we walk to the family dining area, "I have to thank Peggy for introducing both of you to Allie, that woman is very good at her job." I nodded and we were ambushed by Tara's voice, screaming and giggling when I saw Jasper was playfully trying to catch her.

Life kept giving me everything and I've never felt as fulfilled as of this moment. Two years ago, Jasper was true to his words when he accompanied me to my appointment with my psychiatrist. Dr. Sheridan thanked him for coming, telling him that his support will mean so much more to me. And she was right, I was seeing her less and less and she had stopped my prescription when I was better and mentally healthy.

I was actually nervous about our anniversary getaway, I got a tattoo for him. He played around about wanting to mark me, it had been possessively sexy, and all I could think about was how to make my body his, cause he knows he had my heart already.

It was dark when we reached his family cottage, I didn't want to go too far from Tara and a secluded family cabin deep in the woods was the perfect option for our sexy trip.

"Jasper," he pushed me against the front door the second we arrived at the cottage. The man had been busy for the last couple of days, we haven't fuck since he decided to compact his meetings so that he can take a full week off with me.

He growled the moment his hands felt it and practically ripped open my shirt to see what I wore underneath it. "Shit, baby you're killing with this chest strap."

"Yeah? I thought you might like it." I had worn the black leather chest strap as a surprise, just in case he hated the tattoo I also got for him. But I was stripped naked before we even reached for the master bedroom. The house was big, I've been here a couple of times already and I know we won't make it up the stairs, not with his sexual appetite.

He sucked me off in the kitchen, I strip him naked and returned the favor on the stairs, by the time we reach the bedroom I was wearing nothing but my chest strap. He didn't even bother with my collar when he saw the tattoo of his name on my left ass cheek. I had it done yesterday, it was his name intricately designed to decorate quite a blank space on my left cheek. I don't do tattoos, but this one is for him and it was worth the pain when I saw his reaction seeing it for the first time.

"Damn it, Benji, you're too fucking perfect for me." He kissed my tat and fucked me from behind, his hand was holding onto my straps while his other hand slithered down to stroke me and made me come for the second time that night. He finishes off by filling me his cum, his hand moving to caress his name on my ass while his cum slowly trails down the inside of my thigh.

"Don't move I'm not done with you," I was spent but I know he can easily get it up for me when he hasn't been fucking for a couple of days. So I stayed there and let him take me to the center of the bed, my ass was still full of his cum. I heard the water running from the bathroom, then he was back with a towel wrapped low just under his waist. The dark trail of hair leading to his cock always made me gaze at him. And he smirked at me knowing where my filthy mind was going when he slipped out of the room and back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. We drank, though I was already a bit intoxicated from the dinner we had on our way here as I finished off his drink cause he was driving.

One glass later he was towel free, straddling my chest while he was fucking my mouth and my cock throbbed from the lack of touch. He tells me to stay still and let him deep throat me. It was one of our best nights, his load decorated my body until he decided that he had spent enough time to stare at my cum smeared body like a pervert.

I was still high from too many orgasms when he let me rest to his chest when we soak in the large bathtub. My ass was deliciously sore, my chest was a bit pained from the lots of tugging and frictions but the soothing bathwater and his sweet little touches slowly make it all better.

"I can't wait to play with you all week long." He whispered, pulling me closer for a slow sensual kiss.

"Aww... I love you too, you know just want to say a swoon a man's heart." I teased and he chuckled and told me he loves me more. My heart fluttered and all the goddamn butterflies in the zoo decided to burst in my chest. I love him, so fucking much! My perfect husband. My perfect life. Finally...