Edging Obsession

Epilogue

Three Months Later

O ver the months, things have calmed, and Jules and I found a normal routine. Well, as normal as possible considering everything in our lives. Her parents returned to the States shortly after their trip to Italy but have been back three times. Now, they’re planning on having Anja come visit them back home. Their relationship is slow moving, which is understandable.

Jules and Elisabeth have become close. She has daily calls with her parents, but Elisabeth is over often and has also found some confidence. Not wanting to take up all of Jules’ time, and to avoid being home alone too much, she joined a walking club for adults, who meet twice a week. Some of the walking excursions take her to different areas in Germany. For Jules, I’ve set up a fund account for Elisabeth and Anja, keeping my identity a secret, and now they have more money than they can spend, which opens the door for traveling for both of them. They’ve asked if I’m the one behind the fund, but I denied it, suggesting it might be Yusuf’s guilt. This has them wondering, and even though they don’t want blood money, Elisabeth does feel it’s time he financially supports his daughter whether or not he’s in her life.

The European tour ended a month and a half ago. I talked to the band about a hiatus. To say the least, Lee and the band weren’t too happy. He even threatened to sue if I didn’t live up to my contract. In the end, I offered time in the studio in the U.S. and will tour a year from now. Lee and the band members know I can drop out and would be willing to pay the penalties. I’ve made enough money for two lifetimes.

Things went a lot better when I talked to my brother. He has known this life doesn’t suit me. As long as I’m willing to visit more, he’s fine taking over the family business. Crime looks good on him. I laugh at the thought.

Now, Jules and I are lying in bed, listening to the waves in the heart of the Amalfi Coast. We have our own suite, pool, and jacuzzi on the luxurious balcony, which overlooks the beach and blue water. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this relaxed. Jules’ naked body is draped partially over mine. My fingertips smooth over her back and ass. We fucked all night into the early morning, so neither of us are keen on hopping out of bed.

“Miles?”

“Jules?”

“Are you still happy with me?”

My eyes shift to hers. “Every minute, love. Every minute.”

She rests her head on my chest. “I didn’t think my life would ever find joy or even a consistency in feeling well. I’ve been such a mess, not knowing the reason, thinking I’d never find love. You pulled me from the darkness.”

I tugged on a strand of hair for her to look at me. “It isn’t hard to love you, Jules.”

Her smile lights up the room, and I pull her in for a tender kiss.

Jules’ eyes fasten onto mine, asking, “So, what are the plans for today?”

“Maybe a dip in the pool, breakfast here, and explore Capri by boat.”

She squeals, bouncing her leg off the bed. “I love it. Let’s get going.”

Little does my Schatzi know, the day has already been planned. My personal assistant booked a private boat ride around Capri and into The Blue Grotto. Rockstar status has its perks.

We’ve filled up on breakfast food, threw on bathing suits, and caught the boat. The boat stops outside the cave and anchors. Jules and I jump in for a refreshing dip. I plaster her against a rock, kissing her lips until they bruise. She brings out the beast in me, and seeing her in a gold bikini awakens my cock. Jules’ giggle has me swimming after her around the boat. Once I catch her, I help her back onto the deck, hand the driver a couple of bucks to look away, and lay her on the side ledge railing. Off her bottoms and my swim trunks go, burying myself inside her.

This trip has opened my eyes to the things I appreciate most in life, one of them being my cock fitting inside Jules. Her legs are bent at her sides, my hands gripping her thighs, and I watch my cock appear and disappear in her shaved, pink pussy. The sight is extraordinary. I pick up speed, dropping my head back to get lost in the moment. The blue sky and bright sun warms our skin, and I glance down to see Jules writhing to catch and have her release, which she does. Her moans and screams ricochet off the rocks. My hips punch into her inner thighs, grunting, curses spilling from my lips as my orgasm hits hard.

Once she’s covered, I touch the driver’s shoulder, and we enter the Blue Grotto. We’re at the bow of the boat, Jules gathered between my legs, and I’m holding her near my chest. Both of our mouths drop open at the beauty of the light reflecting off the blue water. Aside from the sloshing waves against our boat, it’s quiet inside, our eyes flicking from water to the texture of the cave.

Jules melts into my arms. “This has got to be the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“I thought I was the best thing you ever witnessed.”

Her playful giggle has me smiling. “No, you’re the eighth natural wonder of the world.”

I bark out a laugh. “Ah, Jules. You know how to stroke my ego.”

“And other things.”

Silence returns. I reach for a long piece of string, take her left hand, and tie it loosely around the first knuckle of her left ring finger.

She turns to face me. “What are you up to?”

Between my thumb and finger, I hold the other end of the string, and say, “Jules, you’re my natural wonder of the world. I never thought I’d find a woman committed to me, to our future, as you are. Through our ups and downs, you’ve helped me become a better person. A better man.”

By now, silent tears coat her cheeks. I slip the string through a ring, and watch it slide to her finger while asking, “Jules, will you continue this adventure with me as my wife? Marry me?”

Her finger bends, clamping down on the ring, and she wraps her arms around my neck. “Yes, to adventures and becoming your wife.”

For the rest of the boat ride, I cuddle my fiancé, whispering to her how much I love her. She’s chiseled away at my hard exterior so we could get to this place. My dominance and her submission will remain, and maybe we’ll have children or remain childless. Either way, I’ll have my fiancé and sub by my side.

When I thought the Grotto and marriage proposal couldn’t be matched, she wants us to drive to a nearby town. The traffic is horrendous, and after an hour, she has me stopping and parking the car.

I’ve just put the car in park, and Jules jumps out. “Hey! Wait up! What’s the hurry?”

She enters a tattoo shop, looking at all the different tattoos on the wall. There are a couple of tattooists working on a couple of people, and a young woman asks if she can help us.

Jules approaches her. “Yes, I’d like to get a tattoo on my hip.”

“Whoa! Jules, what are you doing?”

“I want to get a tattoo to represent our relationship.”

“Schatzi, tattoos are forever.”

“Aren’t we aiming for forever?”

This taps into my emotions, and my hand wraps over her throat, pulling her in for a dominant kiss. My mouth and tongue move in a frenzy, trying to capture her and show her this means a great deal to me. When I pull away, her lips are red and swollen, and she gives me her all-famous Jules smile.

I say, “If you’re going to do this, then let’s do it right, and both of us get ink.”

Several hours later, we walk out, each of us donning tattoos on our inner wrists. Jules has a padlock with the word always underneath it, and I have a key with the word forever . Inked and marked, Jules and I found each other in the most unlikely way, so it’s no surprise we continue in an unconventional one. Dominant and submissive. Man and wife. Lovers. Soul mates. Drummer and manic. All I can say is it’s going to be a wild ride.