The Darker Side Of The Moon
Book 4 of The Black Moon series
Chapter 46: I Want My Submissive Back

Gary's POV – Monday 28 March 2016

"Sent!" I exclaim with a sigh of relief once the email has left.

After a full morning debating with my father about a huge contract with our most important customer in the United States, a long conference call with Bruce, my second-in-command in Chicago, about the communications he had with said customer, more discussions with Campbell Senior and another call with the client, we have finally come up with a new proposal that should solve the problem. We have been their unique supplier for years, but it turns out that these guys have a big affair coming up and they decided to go for more tenders, consulting other suppliers than Campbell Electronics.

All in all, this is quite fair, but they were ready to go for cheaper products from one of our competitors and it was hard to make them understand that they should value our quality over our more expensive rates. It was even harder to convince my father that we should lower our margins by 5% in order not to lose them, which could be a disaster. However, I managed and I have spent the last hour redefining the terms, conditions and rates of the contract before I sent it to the customer. Now my fingers are crossed and hopefully they will accept our offer.

"Good! Well done, Gary!" my father replies as he stands up from behind his desk and joins me at the round meeting table.

"I guess we're done for now. We'll just have to wait and see," I say as I switch off my laptop.

"I'm sure they'll accept, I'm not worried. How is it going with Jeremy?" he then asks out of the blue.

It's not entirely out of the blue because that's a recurrent question of his, but I wasn't expecting it right now.

"Just great, Dad. He's getting better and better, but you already know that. You saw him not that long ago..." I reply a bit warily.

What am I supposed to think about the weird expression on his face? I feel like my old man has something on his mind...

"That's good. You've really done a great job throughout his healing and it's true he looks much more cheerful than a few months ago..." he trails off, pausing for a few seconds.

I don't even reply. I know he's about to say something and I'd rather wait for him to spill the beans than push him.

"Would you two consider moving back to Chicago? If Jeremy feels better, it..."

"Dad, I don't know."

"It would help the business if you were there... The company's activity has expanded so much over the last few months in America, Bruce sounds a bit swamped with work and I'm sure he would appreciate your presence over there..." my father lingers.

It's true that our company keeps growing on the American continents and I know how my second-in-command has been quite overwhelmed with a lot of trips and new contracts to deal with. As if it wasn't enough, there have been more customers like the one we just managed trying to renegotiate contracts while threatening us to go for other suppliers, which only adds more work for Bruce. He is really great and in the end, we have only lost two minor clients, which is peanuts compared to all the new ones we have gathered recently, but I can't deny that I have been asking a lot from my Number 2.

"I see your point, Dad. And I agree with you. However, Jeremy is my priority and we won't return to Chicago until he is ready," I reply firmly.

"I understand that, Son, and it's entirely to your credit. But if you could try and start pushing the idea into his head, it would be great," he insists awkwardly.

"We'll see about that. For now, I'll go home and I'll keep you updated as soon as I hear back from the new offer we sent," I say as we both stand up. "Thanks for your help and support, Dad," I then add while I hug him briefly. "And give a kiss to Mom from me."

"I can do that," he chuckles, obviously relaxed.

He knows that whatever I show off, I will start instilling the idea of a return to Illinois inside Jeremy's head. What he doesn't know is that the idea has already formed inside my head lately, and probably in Jeremy's too. I know he is missing his friends and that could be a good point to plan our move back to Chicago in a few months. Or maybe sooner.

My love is definitely getting better, and I think we are finally reaching his full recovery. Of course, there might always be residual signs of his captivity, I guess you never entirely heal from such traumas, but we are far from what it was in the beginning, so this is still very positive. Even the nightmares seem to have disappeared, Jeremy sleeps peacefully at night and he is no longer agitated like he used to be.

His recent requests for a return to the BDSM lifestyle is more evidence. I truly enjoyed our sex on Friday night, it was blissful to hold a bit of control over him while I fucked his ass, but I sort of had second thoughts in the morning when I woke up. I thought we should wait a bit longer before we really give it a try and this is what I told him on Saturday afternoon. I have no doubt my inner Dom is ready to pull out, but I want Jeremy to be a hundred percent sure that his inner Sub is ready too.

As always, Aaron was my best source of advice and as I called him back on Saturday evening, that dumbass just laughed in my face when I mentioned my doubts.

"Why the fuck wait any longer, Gary? You both are ready!" he exclaimed.

"How the hell do I know if Jer is truly ready? He can tell me all he wants, it's sometimes hard to believe him. He told me he was ready to go back to work a few days ago, and he wasn't! How can I trust him?" I argued.

"It's different, Gary. Let your guts think! You should be able to feel it! Didn't he enjoy himself last night when you fucked him?"

"Oh, that, he did..."

"See? It's not that difficult! You Doms can be such a pain sometimes with your doubts!" he grunted.

"Oh yeah? As far as I know, Master Doms can be quite a pain too... Shall I remind you the doubts you faced earlier this year when it came to getting involved into a serious relationship with..." I teased him, remembering the conversations we had in January, but he interrupted me.

"Shut the fuck up, it's not the same!"

"Yeah right..."

"Anyway, if you really have to, just test him and see how determined he is. Tell him you want to wait a little longer and see how he reacts in the next couple days. If he's really ready, he'll let you know soon enough! And you'd better be prepared when he does..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean go buy a few toys! Basic ones, of course, but still a few things that could add a bit of kinkiness in a light scene..."

All this sounded like a great plan, and after my conversation with Aaron, I had another one with Jeremy who once again tried my patience and self-control with a brief tantrum – I can't believe he stomped his foot on the floor!!! – when I confirmed we should wait for him to talk to Dr. Fenton. Rather than flinching in front of his bratty and sarcastic remarks, I tried to shut my dominant self, but it didn't work very well as I couldn't help fucking him roughly against the wall.

I still took Aaron's advice and professional matters helped in that sense as I spent most of Sunday locked in my office, and now, I'm about to follow his other recommendation. On my way back home, I ask the driver of my cab to quickly stop by Brewer Street where there are several sex shops. This is really a quick errand as I walk into the first one I see, grab the articles I need, pay and hurry back to the car. There, I send a text to Jeremy to tell him I'm leaving the office, apologizing that it took me longer than I thought. Poor love was a bit sad when I left this morning and I didn't even have time to exchange texts with him throughout the day.

I hope his appointment with Dr. Fenton went well, for various reasons. Last week, he gave her a copy of the book he wrote so that she could read it, and she promised she would give him her feedback today on the therapy in itself. Personally, I don't think I'd like to read it, unless he asks me to, because I still have in mind the day he recounted all the events to the police last year. To be honest, this was painful enough for me and I don't need a reminder of all the things he endured. At the end of the day, all that matters is that it worked out well and that it helped him to free his mind of his captivity.

He was also supposed to broach the subject of a progressive return to the BDSM lifestyle and I'm quite eager to see the results. To be fair, I am more than ready to get back to it. The last weeks have awoken the Dominant in me to the point that having this bag full of kinky items next to me makes me hard as fuck. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love our current relationship and all the sweet sex we've had over the past few months. I love my husband more than anything in the world, even more than my own life and his happiness is the most important thing to me.

Yet, I am a Dominant. I love to have control over my partner during sex. I love to be the master of his pleasure, to provide him with the best care, to decide when or if I will let him reach his release. I love kinky sex and I truly miss that. Images of all the scenes I played with Submissives have been rehearsing in my head recently, but the best ones I ever had were all with my love.

When he became a member of the Black Diamond, even if I was in a contract with another Sub, I couldn't help but notice this beautiful young man. We played a first time together between two contracted Subs, and it was really great. The second time we did, I tried to make him understand he should find himself a good Dominant but back then, Jeremy was the type of Sub to only fool around with Doms for one-night fucks.

I'll never forget the day he was supposed to be used during the certification of new dominant members and I found him kneeling in Aaron's office when he should have been prepping with Ed. The contrite expression on his face was so cute... Hearing that he had fucked up and that Aaron had just convinced him to start embracing the lifestyle to its fullest – meaning he should get into a long-term contract with a Dom – was just awesome. At that moment, I knew I wanted to be the Dominant who would guide him on the right tracks.

The rest of the story is well known but I can't help remembering all the times we had great sex together. Jeremy is definitely the best Submissive I have been given to dominate, because he was a bit rebellious and there was a lot of work to tame him, but he was the one who progressed the most under my guidance. I must admit I involved myself a lot into our relationship... Despite our differences, I molded him into what I wanted him to be – more or less, because he still had his personality – and I enjoyed every single moment we spent together, especially at the club.

The Black Diamond... I miss that too. I miss all our friends there. Aaron, of course. But Joshua, Mark, Camden, Donovan, and all their Submissives obviously. I have always been closer to Aaron and Joshua, but I truly appreciate the others as well. If only we could move back to Chicago, it would help so much. I'm sure Jeremy could get back in touch with Peter who would offer him a job. He would be less alone because all his friends are there. So would I.

"We're here, Sir..." the driver suddenly says.

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed the car had stopped right in front of our house. I hurry to pay for the fare, bid him goodbye and scurry home. Once I have shut and locked the door, I drop the bag of kinky toys and my messenger bag with my laptop on the floor, a bit surprised that Jeremy is not here to welcome me.

"Baby, I'm home!!!" I call out, heading toward the living room to look for him.

He is nowhere to be seen downstairs. Again. It's only 5pm and I would have imagined him either watching TV or doing some chores at that time. Maybe he's in the room he dedicated to his LEGO constructions? I decide to go and check in our bedroom first, thinking he might have been tired and is having a nap. Or perhaps I'm going to catch him doing naughty things under the shower again...

"Jer? Are you upstairs?" I call again as I climb the staircase, but I still don't get an answer.

Damn! I hope he's not upset it took me longer than I thought in the office. I am ready to apologize again as I walk into the bedroom.

"Jeremy? I'm sorry I'm late, Bab... What the fuck...?"

Holy shit! The sight that welcomes me leaves me utterly dumbfounded.

Jeremy is kneeling on our bed, naked and at full display, which has always been my favorite position for a Sub. His perfectly shaved crotch is beautifully exposed with his erection proudly pointing in my direction and oozing with precum. His posture is absolutely perfect, his back straight, his shoulders square, his head lowered, eyes closed and his hands resting on his thighs. So beautiful...

I hadn't seen him like this in such a long time... and yet, I have been craving for it. So much so that my semi-hard immediately turns into a full hard-on in my pants.

Even if my eyes only focus on his gorgeous body, I also notice some unusual things in the foreground and in the background. I can see that several of my ties have been tied to the four corners of the bed, ready to welcome his wrists and ankles obviously. In front of him, he has placed a few other items: the bottle of lube, of course, two cloth pins and a thick white candle that you would use on a candelabra. Jeez!!! I don't know what he has in mind with those, but I suppress a chuckle as I imagine what I would do with them.

"I want my Dominant back... Master," Jeremy whispers, almost in a pleading tone.

Master... This title...

I hadn't realized my breathing had become a bit heavy but after those words, I am now panting. My cock is straining painfully against my suit pants and if I didn't have a better self-control, I would stand on the bed, pull out my junk and push myself into his mouth right away. I would certainly come within the first minute. However, I am a Dominant and I do have that self-control that allows me to grab myself together very quickly.

Jeremy has opened his eyes, but his head is still lowered, so when I reach the foot of the bed, I use two fingers of my right hand to lift his chin until our eyes meet. I am overwhelmed by the determination in his gaze. I am not mentioning the lust that matches the dripping member between his legs!

"I'm ready, Gary. I swear. I want my Dominant back. Please..." he begs.

"Are you really sure about that, Jer?" I ask very softly.

"Yes, Master," he replies with confidence.

Mmmm, that name again. It does such things to me!

"Please let me be your Pet again... I know you want it too..." he then adds as a mischievous glint dances in his eyes.

I'm not quite sure about the names we should use. I know that bastard of Andrei used to call him Kitten and that's probably why he doesn't seem to mind the Pet name. But what about the Master title?

"You've always been my one and only Master, Master... Please claim me as yours. I need to belong to you. I need to feel owned by you..." he breathes out, as if reading my thoughts.

Without a word and still holding his chin, I bend over and use the index of my other hand to cup the string of precum oozing from the tip of his cock, then bring it to his lips where I smear his juices. Jeremy smiles and flicks his tongue over his lips, sensually so, which makes my own erection release more precum in my boxer briefs. This is so hot that I can't resist attacking his mouth with mine, and as he grants me access all at once, my tongue eagerly takes possession of his hot cavern.

"I see your imagination has run wild, Pet..." I whisper when I break our kiss a bit later and lean back up, causing him to blush deeply.

"I... I thought you would get the message better, Master."

"Oh, I got it, don't worry. We'll need to talk seriously, though."

"I discussed this with Dr. Fenton too, Master. She had actually noticed my eagerness to return to the lifestyle through my writing and... she thinks I'm ready too. She said she trusts us to go there with a slow progression," he explains.

"Good boy. I'm so proud of you," I reply with emotion. "All the same, we'll have to do this properly..."

"Ugh... could we do this later, Master? I really need..."

"I didn't say we'd talk now, Pet. Even if we can do a very light scene in a few minutes, because I well intend to take things slowly indeed, we will still have to go through the basics of soft and hard limits very soon. I can imagine that some things will have changed, but I really want us to discuss this openly and regularly to see how we can progress. How does that sound, Pet?"

"It sounds perfect, Master!" he replies cheerfully.

"Don't move," I order before I head out of the room and quickly fetch the bag of kinky toys I had left downstairs.

Jeremy has cast his eyes back down and I make him wait a while longer, enough for me to unwrap the brand-new plug I bought earlier in the bathroom. I clean it at the sink and head back to the bedroom, then drop it between his legs.

"Great minds think alike, Pet. Except I stopped by a sex shop to buy a few items..."

"Did you?" he exclaims, raising his head to look at me with mesmerized eyes.

"I did, yes. I bought a few things but like I said, we're going to take things slowly. Today, I'm just going to use this plug which should be better than a candle stick," I chuckle. "Then, since you bothered to make some arrangements, I believe these ties should do the trick to tie you up," I add and Jeremy smiles proudly at that. "There is something very important we need to discuss briefly first, Pet. I want to say that I'm extremely proud of you and yes, I have been craving to resume our former lifestyle as well. I do want my Submissive back..."

I take a short pause to formulate my thoughts into words. There are important things that I need to say before we begin this scene I have in mind. With our eyes locked, Jeremy patiently waits for me to speak on.

"I love you, Baby. To me, the fact that you are my husband will always prevail over the BDSM lifestyle. You are the love of my life and nothing will ever matter more than your well-being and your happiness. So there won't be a full-time Master / Pet relationship between us. Even if I want to exert my dominance over you all the time to provide you with the necessary guidance and even if I want you to submit to me, I would like us to remain Jeremy and Gary for the rest of the time. I would like to keep the lifestyle names for when we play. Do you agree with this, Pet?"

"Entirely, Master," he replies with confidence.

"Then, like I already said, this is going to be another slow progress. Please trust me in finding the right pace that will suit us both until we get back to more intense scenes. In the meantime, I want you to keep in mind that you should remain open on communication at all times. If for whatever reason you should feel uncomfortable at any moment, I expect you to tell me. In this respect, please remind me of your safewords, Pet."

"I have new ones, Master..." he replies with a little smirk that makes me very curious. "London to slow down... and Paris to stop..."

"Interesting..." I chuckle. "I like these a lot, but why Paris?"

"Because you still haven't taken me there, Master..."

I suddenly remember that promise I made to Jeremy last fall and never held. Life has been so busy since then, and although we visited quite a few places in England and even Ireland, we still haven't been to Paris, but this is something I can correct very easily.

"True... Then I'll book Eurostar tickets for next weekend, Pet!" I promise.

"Will you?" Jeremy asks eagerly.

"This is a promise, Baby..." I reply softly.

"Thank you, Master! But I'll still keep Paris to stop!" he adds mischievously.

"London to slow down and Paris to stop... That's absolutely fine with me, Pet. Feel free to use them if that's necessary. It won't mean that you're not ready and that we'll drop everything, Pet. It would just mean that we need to use another approach or take a little more time before we try this or that again, understood?"

"Yes, Master. It's all clear."

"I love you, Pet."

"I love you even more, Master..." he replies childishly, and I love how I am slowly finding the old Jeremy again.

"On your hands and knees, Pet!" I order after a brief peck on his lips.

Jeremy doesn't have an ounce of hesitation and presents me with his cute little ass. He has shaved everywhere, he's just perfect! I part his buttocks and begin to French kiss his hole, using my saliva to wet this sensitive area and my tongue to tease the ring of muscles. My sweet boy loves when I rim him, and his needy moans are more than evidence. After a few minutes, I pour a bit of lube at the cleft of his ass then use my fingers to stretch him. I have in mind to edge him a bit today and I am so excited that I want his hole to be ready to welcome me as soon as I will have played enough with him.

Once I deem him ready, I coat the plug with more lube and start pushing it inside his rectum. The narrow tip breaks through easily but I take my time when it comes to the wider area, and until it is fully settled in, with the flared end sticking out of his hole. All this preparation has gotten me painfully hard now and this beautiful sight doesn't help the slightest bit.

"You're so beautiful, Pet..."

"Thank you... Master," he replies with difficulty.

Not that he feels uneasy but since I am playing with the plug inside his rectum, I guess the toy is brushing his sweet spot.

"Don't move while I go shower very quickly."

With that, I leave him panting on the bed and hurry to the bathroom. In record time, I get rid of my clothes, step into the shower stall and clean myself up. I don't waste any time relaxing under the warm stream of water, my erection doesn't loosen up at all and I am just too eager to start playing with my love. Once almost dry, I head back to the bedroom where Jeremy is still on his hands and knees, with a new string of precum dripping from his cock. The cock ring I bought earlier should help him a bit.

"Lie down on your back, Pet," I command and Jeremy immediately complies.

Once he is in the right position at the center of the bed, I grab his right wrist and wrap the tie hanging from the corner around it. I don't make it too tight so that he feels comfortable before I proceed similarly with his right ankle, then the left one and finally his other wrist. That leaves him spread-eagled and fully exposed.

"You're so beautiful, Pet..." I repeat once again with adoration in my voice before I climb on the bed, raise his head by slipping a couple of pillows underneath, and straddle his chest with my erection pointing at his mouth. Jeremy doesn't seem to have forgotten the basic rules and he remains quiet and still while I brush the head of my shaft against his lips, smearing them with my own juices. "Open, Pet," I order after a minute.

Using my left hand as support on the headboard of the bed, I kneel up and my right hand guides my erection inside his mouth. Fuck! His lips clenching on my girth are heavenly as I pull in and out of him at a slow pace. His tongue swirls around my length and his cheeks perfectly perform that suction I love so much. I would love to face-fuck him harder, but that would be skipping several steps, so I just make him swallow half of my cock. Anyway, the simple fact of having him under my control is enough to throw me over the edge and release my load inside his mouth. My orgasm has barely finished that I pull backward and lean down to kiss him with a lot of intensity, tasting myself.

"Mmm thank you, Pet... You're so good..."

"You're welcome, Master," he pants as I begin to shower him with kisses and nibbles all over his face. "Ngh please, Master..."

"I have something that should help you, Pet..." I chuckle, grabbing the cock ring I had dropped on the bedside table.

I keep my eyes locked to his face for any sign of discomfort while I close it around the base of his shaft, but there is none. It's almost relief I see because he knows the little accessory will prevent him from coming before he has my permission to. I then position myself kneeling between his parted legs and begin to caress his body with the tips of my fingers, staring at him intensely.

This brings goosebumps on his skin, especially as I keep avoiding the sensitive parts of his groin. I eventually hover over him and cover his entire body with licks and kisses, from each wrist to armpit, all over his chest where I insist on his cute little nipples, gently sucking on their erected buds. I continue my way down, teasing his navel for a moment, before I reach the soft skin of his groin, yet avoiding his cock and his balls. The tip of my tongue licks his inner thighs and after a few minutes of taunting him, I eventually catch his smooth balls in my mouth to massage them with my tongue.

"Ngh, please... Master..." Jeremy begs through his moans and heavy panting.

"I'm not done with you, Pet..." I smirk once I have let go of his tense plums.

The teasing goes on for long minutes while I take care of his erection. My tongue runs endlessly along his shaft, worries his frenum and the slit of his head, torments the sweet and soft skin of his mushroom head and keeps swirling around his girth each time I bob up and down. I suck all the precum his balls have to offer, making him a moaning and pleading mess. His squeals are getting high-pitched, his breathing uneven and his body is growing really tense.

I don't want to go over his limits, even if that's mostly for pleasure, so that's the moment I choose to detach the ties from the feet of the bed, keeping them tied to his ankles. Once done, I pull his right leg up and go to attach the other extremity of the tie to top right corner of the bed. I do the same with his left side, which leaves him with his legs in a V form, and his butt fully exposed to welcome me.

"Are you comfortable enough, Pet?" I ask huskily while I play a bit with the plug inside his ass, pulling it in and out. His hole is definitely ready to welcome my new hard-on.

"Yes... please, Master... I need you..." he whines.

"Soon, Pet..."

I play a bit more with the toy, making it swirl inside his rectum and striving to brush his prostate as often as possible. Jeremy is trying to refrain from thrashing on the bed, but I can see this is getting hard for him now. Enough playing! I retrieve the plug from his ass and discard it on the floor before I coat my shaft with more lube.

"This is so good to have you under my control again, Pet..." I whisper as I rest my hands on each side of his shoulders and align the tip of my cock with his entrance, playfully poking at it. "I want to bury myself deep inside of you, Pet..."

"Please do so, Master..." he begs and I probe his hole a little further.

"I want to fuck you balls deep, Pet."

"Ngh... please!!!!"

"I want to ram into that tight ass. Hard..."

"Ugh... Go ahead, Master!!!"

For a long minute, I just remain still and, staring into his eyes, I suddenly thrust inside his hole in one go and without any resistance on his side. His rectum swallows my whole length without any problem and I can feel the ring of muscles clench around each millimeter of my shaft. His squeak echoes to my deep groan and after a little moment to let him adjust to my size, the room fills up with loud moans as I begin to pound into his ass. Jeremy is unable to move and I have total control over him. My inner Dom revels in these powerful sensations while the lover in me relishes into the passionate kiss we are sharing.

I don't know how long it lasts, probably not that much, but the fire that has built in my balls is threatening to explode rather quickly. After such edging, I know that Jeremy is more than ready to climax too so, leaning on my left hand and my knees while still thrusting in and out of his ass, I use my right hand to reach for his shaft and begin to stroke it fast.

"Please... please... please... Master... I need to come..."

"Come with me, Pet!" I groan a few seconds later when I remove the cock ring and bury myself as deep as I can inside of him.

Jeremy squeals as his orgasm seizes him. Long streams of semen erupt from his cock and land over his chest, even reaching his neck, while his butthole clenches around my erection, throwing me into a powerful climax. Holy mother fuck!!! I hadn't felt such intensity in a long time and that leaves me completely euphoric while I kiss my sweet love with full passion.

I quickly recover though and hurry to free Jeremy from his restraints before I roll him over on his stomach to massage him with a relaxing oil I also bought this afternoon. My poor boy has passed out from exhaustion and the intensity of his orgasm. I take my sweet time to take care of all his muscles, limbs and joints and after a good half hour of this, I lie down beside him and snuggle his body against mine for a cuddle.

I can't believe we have finally reached this after all these long months of healing. I'm so glad it went so well and without Jeremy having to safeword at all. Monitoring his body language and paying attention to his moans helped me to avoid going over his limits or making mistakes, which was perfect. I can't be sure it'll always be the case, but I will always try my best and softly bring him back into this fantastic lifestyle.

And I do hope for a bright future, in Chicago if possible. Even if I am not a religious person, I pray to any existing God that fate will finally leave us in peace and without having to face any other hardships in life. At least not anything serious. Jeremy may not be entirely healed from his traumas, but I still believe he has recovered from most of them. I am aware that I will need to take things slowly with him if he is really willing to give our old lifestyle a try, but I'm confident we will manage perfectly.

I have faith in us.

I have faith in our future.

And I simply love him.

Published on 2 May 2018

I hope you enjoyed this last chapter of The Darker Side Of The Moon (sorry for the delay!!)! After 24 chapters dedicated to his recovery, we can consider Jeremy healed from most of his traumas, even if some will obviously never completely disappear, but that's only fair after what he endured. At least, he's back to his old self, ready to return to the BDSM lifestyle, and as promised, he's having his happily ever after :)

And thank you Dragon for the suggestion you made to change Jeremy's safewords, it was a great idea! I went for London and Paris instead, but that's a nice change! As a reward, I promise that the next one-shot I'll write will be the staircase scene XD

The title drop is still missing, and it'll be in the epilogue. This part is written but I still need to change a few things. No worries, I'm not going to make you wait forever, and it should be up by mid of next week, so be ready for their first real BDSM scene in... Naperville ;)

I'll also publish the post-epilogue on the same day, so beware that there'll be two updates when it comes up. Have a great week!