Page 23 of Sating the Satyr

“A larger but not too big house with lots of land. I like that idea. I wouldn’t mind a few satyrs running around causing a ruckus but also open to pets.”

I look down as Jade on my chest, her eyes already on me. Kids? She would have a family with me? The tears fall over my cheeks before I can wipe them away. The vision comes in clearer now. Two young satyrs running about the house, covered in dirt and grass. Jade reading in the sun room while I prepare lectures. The only gap I can’t fill is what career Jade would want. I could support us and children easily with my income and let Jade stay at home but something tells me she would be bored cooped up raising children and keeping a home.

“I would love to have a family with you. But, what about your job? I’m happy to support us but I want you to be happy.”

Jade’s eyebrows furrow, deep in thought. My stomach fips waiting for her answer.

“I would love to be a mentor to new dommes. Drogo could use an extra mentor on the team. Besides, I will need plenty of free time to chase our little ones around, won’t I?” She flashes me a wide grin, and I can’t resist. I tackle her gently, pinning her beneath me.

“You mean it? You want this? Us? Because I am all in. You’re it for me Jade.” I pepper her in kisses as she writhes beneath me.

“I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. I want to be your wife and your partner in every messy, beautiful part of life. I want to carry your babies, raise a family with you, and build something real, something lasting. I want to see your smile in our children and feel your love in the home we make together.” Jade crashes her lips onto mine, her own tears dripping down her neck.

After a moment I pull back, “Good, because there’s this place I want you to see.”

Epilogue

5 Years Later

“Clover, take it easy on your Uncle Burgess!” Our daughter jumps all over him, tugging at his shirt and pleading with him to play with her dolls. Grabbing the last few items, I toss them into our overnight bag.

“She’s fine, Fylis. Now, where is my sweet Fern?” Burgess picks Clover up by her center, carrying her like a bludgeon ball, making me shake my head. Right on cue, Fern peers out from behind the curtains, putting a finger to his lips. Giving Fern a nod, I make my way towards the bedroom to see if Jade is ready.

As I step into the bathroom, I see her seated at her vanity, gently running a comb through her lustrous black hair. Her grace is undeniable. She wears a glittering emerald gown, but the mystery of what lies beneath only deepens my fascination. Gods, my wife is beautiful. Jade spots me in the mirror and smiles.

“Does Burgess have things under control out there?”

As soon as she finishes her question, we hear a crash from the living room followed by Burgess shouting, “We’re ok!”

We share a laugh, and Jade stands, grabbing a small bag from the counter.

“Ready, my love?” She leans in for a kiss, then glides back into the living room without a word, her presence lingering like perfume.

Following dutifully behind, Burgess has the twins, for the most part, under control. The three sit on the couch with a movie queued up and a table full of snacks.

Burgess smiles warmly. “Have fun, you two,” he says as the kids eagerly dig into their treats, blissfully unaware that we’re stepping out for the night. “And if you see Aurora, tell her hello for me.”

I glance at Jade, searching her eyes for an answer, but all I get is a playful wink. Does Burgess really have a friend? I shoot him a smirk, then hoist the bag onto my shoulder. Helping Jade with her coat, we step out into the cool night air. She wanders toward the darkened field, her voice soft and steady as she calls to her cows. Moments later, the gentle giants come trotting through the grass, their heavy breaths misting in the chill as they greet her with sloppy, affectionate kisses.

Once inside the car, we pause to confirm we have everything: keys, bags, jackets, all accounted for. The engine rumbles to life as we ease down the long gravel driveway, the crunch of stones under the tires echoing in the stillness. Jade hums a quiet tune, the melody weaving through the open windows as the farm fades behind us. Soon, we hit the main road, and with a shared glance, I whisper, “Whip’s End, here we come.”

When we arrive, Jade steps away to get our room all set up, so I take over grabbing drinks. It’s our fifth anniversary, and what better way to spend it than at the place where it all began? Balancing the drinks in one hand, I knock on the door three times, waiting for it to open. Stepping into the room, the lighting is already set, and a new piece of equipment sits in the center of the room, covered by a sheet. I walk towards it, and Jade tsks.

“Ah ah ah. Not yet.” She reaches out gracefully, and I place the drink into her waiting hand. “Good boy.” Jade tosses back the glittering liquid before turning to me with a commanding gaze.

She sets a small box down on the chair. “Strip,” she orders. “Then put this on.”

Obeying, I slowly remove my clothes, watching her eyes rove over me hungrily. My cock springs free at her gaze, and she smirks in approval. Tossing my clothes aside, I removed the box’s lid to find a black leather collar and lead. My fingers brush over the soft fleece lining.

“Is this from the sheep?” I raise a brow at her.

Jade loves her farm animals. She gives a subtle nod, stepping closer to help me slip it on. Her fingers trail lightly over my skin, sending shivers dancing across my body while excitement blooms in my belly, and other places. With a click of the lead, she gives me a tug to face her, locking her lips with mine. I can sense her own excitement building as she exhales softly against my lips.

“Green box, left pocket.” I whisper when she pulls away from our kiss. She sets the lead in my open palm and steps away briefly to fetch it. With a gentle tug on the ribbon, the lid is released, and she gasps in surprise. As she unveils the silver chain, an emerald moon charm dangles from it, glistening in the lights.

“Fylis, it’s beautiful. Help me put it on?” She turns, then bends down so I can attach the clasps, placing a kiss on her neck as I finish. When she rises to her feet, she shifts back into her dominant persona, extending her hand for the leash. Placing it back in her hand, she tugs me over to the covered structure.

“Go ahead, pet. Take the sheet off.”