Chapter 11: Epilog
The cold canal air clung to Julie’s skin as she stood on the cobblestones, her suitcase a silent, accusatory weight beside her. The taxi to the airport had been ordered, she was waiting. Mark was gone. He already extended his stay and had to get a red eye.
They didn't do anything else. Her body still hummed. Not just with the aches of use, but with a current of something else, something that had been sparked in the tangled sheets of that attic and still refused to be snuffed out in the morning. She wanted to hold on to the memory of Anne a little longer.
However they did speak last night to round up the trip.
Mark didn't mind being tied up and blindfolded but he wasn't a fan of being paraded around and hurt. He loved being surprised and the intensity of it all. He hated being denied but wasn't it all the point?
Julie still wasn't into girls but wouldn't mind doing it again, for Mark or with someone special. She loved taking control too so they would have to make that work, if they wanted this to keep going.
They both liked reenacting moments of their past and they agreed to dive into their memories for future role play. They both discovered they like to watch and being watched so here is something to work with. And anal sex of course. It had been a first for both of them. They ll have to work on making it in easy for her but there's no going back. If again, they kept this going.
More importantly She matched him. She always felt he had the upper hands. From the beginning, years ago. Not anymore. They were now equal in this... relationship.
“Fuck,” she whispered to the dark water.
She could see the life she was supposed to return to—the sterile apartment in Strasbourg, the spreadsheets waiting on her desktop, the hollow echo of her own footsteps in polished hallways.
But she also could see their next reunion. What was it going to be? and more importantly, when? She had a couple of ideas herself but his move now. She opened her gift bag, feeling a thrill and arousal that finally diverted her thought away from Anne.
A connected rabbit vibrator.
"Fuck", she laughed. "I better remove the battery and put that in the suitcase. I hope he's going to like his connected cuck ring".