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The Anniversary

One year after the epilogue – Two years married

⚠️ This bonus content contains explicit sexual content and light BDSM elements. Intended for mature readers only.

I woke up to an empty bed.

Not unusual—Gage was often up early, especially on job sites. But today was Saturday. Our anniversary. He should have been here, in bed, preferably naked and doing anniversary-appropriate activities.

I reached for my phone. A text waited.

Happy anniversary, Mrs. Miller. Check the kitchen counter.

Intrigued, I pulled on one of his t-shirts and padded downstairs. Harper was with Dana and Hank for the weekend—our anniversary gift to ourselves was forty-eight hours of uninterrupted adult time.

On the kitchen counter sat a small wrapped box and a note.

Two years ago, you fell through my floor and changed my life. Today, I’m going to make you fall all over again. Put this on. Nothing else. Meet me at the new house in thirty minutes.

I unwrapped the box carefully. Inside was lingerie. Expensive lingerie. Black lace. A bra that was more suggestion than support. Matching panties that were basically just strategic ribbons. Thigh-high stockings with a subtle back seam.

Heat pooled low in my belly.

Gage and I had a healthy sex life—very healthy, despite the chaos of toddler parenting and dual careers. But this felt different. Deliberate. Planned.

I showered quickly, dried off, and put on the lingerie. It fit perfectly. Of course it did. Gage paid attention to details.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The bra pushed my breasts up, made them look fuller. The panties sat low on my hips, the ribbons crisscrossing in a way that was both elegant and obscene. The stockings made my legs look endless.

I looked like I belonged in someone’s fantasy.

I threw on a long coat—couldn’t exactly drive through town in lingerie—and headed to the second house. Our house. The one we’d finished a year ago and used as my writing retreat.

Gage’s truck was in the driveway. The door was unlocked.

“Gage?” I called, stepping inside.

“Upstairs. Master bedroom.”

I climbed the stairs slowly, heart pounding. What was he planning?

The master bedroom had been transformed. Candles everywhere. Rose petals scattered across the floor. The bed made with new sheets—black silk, expensive looking.

And Gage, standing by the window in dark jeans and nothing else. His chest bare. Muscled. Perfect.

“Hi,” I said, my voice slightly breathless.

He turned. His eyes went dark when he saw me. “Jesus Christ, Elodie.”

“You picked it out.”

“I did. But seeing it on you…” He crossed the room slowly. Predatory. “Take off the coat.”

I did. Let it slide off my shoulders, pool at my feet.

He circled me slowly. Looking. Not touching. Just looking.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he asked quietly.

“Tell me.”

“You drive me insane. Every day. Walking around our house in my t-shirts. Bending over to pick up Harper’s toys. Biting your lip when you’re writing. Being brilliant and beautiful and mine.”

He stopped in front of me. Still not touching.

“I think about you constantly. About your skin. Your taste. The sounds you make when I’m inside you. The way you say my name when you come.”

My breathing was ragged. “Gage—”

“I want to try something. If you’re comfortable.”

“What?”

He pulled something from his pocket. Silk ties. Dark blue. Soft.

“I want to tie you up. Blindfold you. Make you feel things you’ve never felt before. Push your boundaries. Make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

Oh god. We’d never done anything like this. Our sex life was adventurous but relatively vanilla.

“And if I’m not comfortable?”

“Then we don’t do it. We have regular anniversary sex. Which is still amazing. But I wanted to offer. To show you that I can give you everything. Every fantasy. Every desire. Every dark thought you’ve never said out loud.”

How did he know I had those thoughts? The fantasies I’d never shared. About being restrained. About giving up control. About being taken care of in every sense of the word.

“Yes,” I whispered.

His eyes flared. “Yeah?”

“Yes. I trust you. Do whatever you want.”

“Fuck. Okay. Safeword. We need a safeword.”

“Sledgehammer.”

He laughed. “Perfect. If at any point you want to stop, you say sledgehammer and we stop immediately. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Good. Now, lie down on the bed. On your back.”

I did. The silk sheets were cool against my overheated skin.

Gage took one of the ties. Tied my right wrist to the headboard. Not tight—I could get out if I tried. But secure enough that I felt the restraint.

Then my left wrist.

I was bound. Spread out. Vulnerable.

It should have been scary. Instead, it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

“Color?” he asked.

“Green. So green.”

He smiled. “Good girl.”

The praise went straight to my core. I squirmed.

“Stay still.”

I stilled.

He pulled out the last tie. “This is the blindfold. Once this is on, you won’t see me. You’ll just feel. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He tied it gently. The world went dark.

My other senses immediately heightened. I could hear him breathing. Hear him moving around the room. Feel the air shift as he got closer.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So fucking beautiful like this. Tied up. Waiting for me. Trusting me.”

His finger traced down my sternum. Between my breasts. Over my stomach. Stopped just above my panties.

“These are in the way.”

I heard something. Felt the cold press of metal against my hip.

“Don’t move.”

Scissors. He was using scissors. He cut through one side of my panties. Then the other. Pulled the ruined fabric away.

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

“I don’t care about the panties.”

“I know. You care about this.”

His fingers found my center. I was already wet. Embarrassingly wet.

“So ready for me. Always so ready.”

He stroked slowly. Teasing. Not enough pressure. Not where I needed it.

“Gage, please—”

“Please what?”

“More. I need more.”

“You need more? Or you want more?”

“Both. Please.”

“I love when you beg. Your voice gets breathy. Desperate. Makes me so fucking hard.”

He pushed two fingers inside me. I gasped.

“That’s it. Let me hear you.”

He worked me methodically. Building the pleasure. Finding that spot inside me that made me see stars. His thumb found my clit. Circled. Pressed.

I was already close. Embarrassingly close.

“Don’t come yet.”

“Gage—”

“Not yet. I want to make this last.”

He pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the loss.

I heard rustling. Then the bed dipped. He was between my legs.

His mouth found my inner thigh. Kissed. Bit gently. Worked his way up.

When his tongue finally found my center, I cried out.

“That’s it. Let the whole neighborhood hear. No one’s home.”

He devoured me. There was no other word for it. His tongue, his lips, his teeth. He worked me like a man possessed. Like he couldn’t get enough.

I pulled against the restraints. Needed to touch him. Needed to anchor myself.

“Let go,” he murmured against me. “Stop fighting. Just feel.”

I stopped fighting. Let the sensations wash over me. His mouth. The restraints. The blindfold. The complete surrender of control.

The orgasm built. Higher. Tighter. Until I was right on the edge.

“Come for me,” he commanded.

I shattered. Came so hard I actually screamed. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He didn’t stop. Worked me through it. Drew it out until I was shaking.

When I finally came down, I was gasping. Trembling. Completely undone.

“Good?” he asked.

“So good. God, Gage. That was—”

“We’re not done.”

I heard the sound of a wrapper. Condom. When had we last used condoms? Not since before Harper.

“Why—”

“Because I’m going to fuck you hard and I don’t want to worry about anything but making you come again.”

Oh god.

He positioned himself at my entrance. Pushed inside in one hard thrust.

We both groaned.

“Fuck. You feel incredible. So tight. So wet. So mine.”

“Yours. Always yours.”

He set a punishing pace. Hard and deep. The bed frame banged against the wall. Good thing we were alone.

“You take me so well. Like you were made for me.”

“I was. God, Gage. Harder.”

He gave me harder. Drove into me relentlessly. One hand found my breast, pinched my nipple through the lace. The other went to my throat. Not squeezing. Just resting there. A claim.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop.”

He squeezed gently. Just enough pressure. Just enough to make me feel owned. Possessed. His.

The combination of his cock, his hand on my throat, the restraints, the blindfold—it was too much. I came again. Harder than the first time. Clenching around him so hard he cursed.

“Fuck. Elodie. I’m going to—”

He came with a groan. Pulsed inside me. Filled the condom.

He collapsed on top of me. Both of us breathing hard. Sweaty. Satisfied.

After a moment, he pulled out carefully. Dealt with the condom. Then he was back, untying my wrists. Removing the blindfold.

I blinked in the sudden light. Gage’s face swam into focus. He looked wrecked. Hair a mess. Eyes still dark. Lips swollen.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.”

“You okay? That wasn’t too much?”

“That was perfect. Exactly perfect.”

He pulled me into his arms. Kissed my forehead. “Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary.”

We lay there for a while. Just holding each other. Coming down.

“Can I ask you something?” I said eventually.

“Anything.”

“Where did that come from? The ties. The dominance. We’ve never done anything like that before.”

He was quiet for a moment. “I’ve wanted to for a while. But I wasn’t sure if you’d be into it. Then last month, I saw you reading a book. Romance. The bookmark was on a scene where the hero ties up the heroine. And you had this look on your face. Like you were imagining it. Wanting it.”

“You saw me reading a spicy scene and decided to recreate it?”

“I saw my wife turned on by something and decided to make it reality. There’s a difference.”

God, I loved this man.

“What else have you noticed?” I asked.

“Lots of things. The way you react when I’m a little rough. The way you arch your back when I grab your hair. The way you get wetter when I tell you what to do.”

My face burned. “I didn’t know I was that obvious.”

“Only to me. I pay attention.” He traced patterns on my arm. “Is there anything else you want to try? Any other fantasies?”

I thought about it. About the things I’d read. The scenes I’d imagined. The desires I’d never voiced.

“Maybe. Sometimes I think about… more than just you and me.”

He went very still. “Like another person?”

“No. God, no. I don’t want anyone else. I just… sometimes I think about watching. Or being watched. Or maybe toys. Or roleplaying. I don’t know. It’s all very vague and probably stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. And we can explore all of it. Whatever you want. We have time. We have this house. We have weekends when Harper’s with my mom or Hank and Dana. We can try everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.” He rolled on top of me. “Starting now.”

“Now? Gage, I just came twice. I need recovery time.”

“Then I’ll make you recover faster.”

His mouth found my breast. Sucked through the lace. I gasped.

“See? Recovery time decreasing already.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“Only with you. Only ever with you.”

He worked his way down my body. Kissed every inch. Removed the bra carefully. Rolled down the stockings with reverent hands.

“These stockings though. You’re wearing these again. Often.”

“They’re not exactly practical for daily wear.”

“I don’t care. Wear them around the house. I’ll come home for lunch. Bend you over the kitchen counter. Make you come while you’re still wearing them.”

Heat flooded through me. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

He settled between my thighs again. “Now, let’s see if I can make you come one more time before we take a break.”

“That’s ambitious.”

“I’m a motivated man.”

He was. Very motivated. And very skilled.

By the time he finally let me rest, I’d come four times. My body was liquid. My mind was mush. I was thoroughly, completely satisfied.

We took a long bath together in the clawfoot tub. Ordered takeout. Fed each other in bed like newlyweds.

“Best anniversary ever,” I said.

“Wait until you see what I have planned for tonight.”

“There’s more?”

“So much more. We have forty-eight hours. I plan to use every minute.”

He did. We barely left the bedroom all weekend. Explored fantasies. Tried new positions. Used toys I didn’t know he’d bought. Pushed boundaries. Learned new things about each other.

By Sunday evening, when we picked up Harper, I was sore and satisfied and completely in love.

“Did you have a good anniversary?” Dana asked with a knowing smile.

“The best.”

“You’re glowing.”

“Am I?”

“Very much so. Whatever Gage did, tell him to keep doing it.”

I looked at my husband, who was buckling Harper into her car seat. He caught my eye and winked.

“I will,” I said. “Definitely will.”

We drove home. Put Harper to bed. Collapsed on our couch with wine and exhaustion.

“Two years,” Gage said.

“Two years. Feels like longer.”

“Good longer or bad longer?”

“Good longer. Like we’ve been together forever. Like I can’t remember life before you.”

“Me neither. You’re my whole world. You and Harper. This life we built.”

“To building,” I raised my glass.

“To building. And to many more years of falling through floors and finding each other.”

“That’s terrible.”

“You love it.”

“I really do.”

We clinked glasses. Drank. Planned our future.

And I thought about the woman I’d been two years ago. Broke. Scared. Running from everything.

She wouldn’t recognize me now. Wife. Mother. Author. Renovator. Woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

Gage had given me that. Not directly—he couldn’t fix me. But he’d stood beside me while I fixed myself. Believed in me. Challenged me. Loved me.

And I’d given him something too. A partner. A family. A reason to believe in good things again.

We’d built something beautiful. Not just houses. Not just careers. But a life. A love. A forever.

And we were just getting started.

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