A Father's Bliss (A Holinight Novella)

Epilogue

One Year Later

Sneaking around lasted all of two weeks. The first person to catch us was Troy, though he knew every single detail the following morning of Father’s Day, so I’m not sure he counts. But when he walked in on Marcus “fixing my skirt” while I was making us coffee, he just groaned how all the best ones were taken.

Next came Harrison. His discovery was actually a little traumatic, but really, served him right for being a general asshole—even at the very end.

It was about an hour after the office had closed and everyone, including the custodial staff, had gone home for the night. Marcus and I were working late, reading one of the manuscripts I found that I thought he might want to offer representation for. Things got a little heated—it had some erotic moments in between the murder—and Marcus got hungry.

He put me on his desk, and sat in the chair in front of me, devouring me as though I was his last meal, while commanding me to finish reading out loud.

The setting made it all the hotter, and it didn’t take long before I was at the peak of an orgasm, when in walked Harrison. Guess the custodial staff hadn’t quite left and let him in to “grab something from his father’s desk”. I still think that was a load of bullshit because the moment he found out Marcus and I would be working together, he made it a point to visit the office more.

Anyway, long story short, Marcus didn’t stop, and I came hard, screaming out his name while his son watched from the other side of the locked door. It wasn’t until Marcus was sure I had come all the way down before he swiped a thumb under his lip, kissed me on the forehead, and opened the door to greet his son.

It was kind of satisfying to hear him rip into his son for how he treated me, and how he didn’t raise him to be that way. Telling him that if he would have known the details he does now, how he would have taken me much sooner. He also might have told him that he was an asshole with a toy and better thank fuck he didn’t break me, along with an assortment of other things that had me on my knees the second Harrison left.

They made up not too long after, but before they did, Harrison had to have one final act out by telling my old man that I was sleeping with the enemy.

I think this is the one that surprised me the most. I’m not sure if it was the fact that the date he’d had on Father’s Day turned out to be the woman of his dreams who made him nauseatingly happy, or the fact she was twenty years his junior. But he simply gave Marcus a good Fatherly threat and that was it.

They continued their one-sided work rivalry, and I made sure to be completely PG when my old man was around, but overall, it was pretty anticlimactic.

What hasn’t been anticlimactic is how Marcus has delivered everything he said he would last year. We’ve been on a few trips, been shopping—though mostly online or at fabric stores—an unhealthy amount, and he did, in fact, have a library set up in a spare room of his house. The spare room being a sunroom off the side of his house with a fifteen foot vaulted ceiling. It’s massive, but not even half the size of Belles’ and yet I only have an eighth of it full.

And that’s with weekly book shipments. I’m starting to think her library was filled with thick encyclopedias from every language or manuals on scientific methods.

Still, I love my little library-in-progress. I especially love it when it’s storming and Marcus joins me for a buddy read, though his books are often much different than mine, and it ends with him fucking me against the window while looking out at the lake.

He has more than made up for those four years of missed orgasms and then some, but I won’t ever tell him that, because what if he stops? Stopping would be the death of me. Literally.

“Don’t you fucking stop.” The command is a growl, maybe even a threat, and I fucking love it. But I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t give him shit.

“And what if I do, daddy, huh?” Though my voice is much too breathy to come off as threatening as his, I slow my pace a fraction. “What kind of punishment will that earn me?”

He doesn”t hesitate. “Denial.”

My mouth forms a small o before I reclaim my earlier pace. The twisted tentacle dildo drags along my pussy walls with the most delicious of friction, while Marcus’s dick glides in and out of my ass at the same time. The double penetration feels as if I’m being fucked by my man and my favorite monster and never fails to send me over the edge faster than I want to.

“This ass of yours is perfection, baby girl. And seeing it stuffed with my cock…fuck.”

Pressure and electricity ripple through me as I push back, the reverse cowgirl position giving him the perfect view, while allowing me to control the depth. But with the praises Marcus gives me, I’m always eager to take every inch.

Over and over, I fall back against him, a tremor running through my limbs every time I’m filled to the hilt. It isn’t long before I’m trembling, teetering on the edge.

“You’re close. I can feel it.”

Very true. My muscles have begun to coil tight, my nipples are pebbles and my movements have faltered. It’s so much, in all the best ways, and the overwhelming pleasure has tears springing to my eyes. Like always, I want the relief but don’t want it to end.

I straighten my spine, grabbing either of Marcus’s hands and placing them on my hips. He takes complete control, lifting me up a few inches before slamming me back down. He repeats it over and over as I roll a hard nipple between my fingers and stroke my soaking clit with shaking hands.

“Be a good girl and come for daddy.” He pounds into me just as the light vanishes from the corner of my eyes. “Now.”

I scream as the orgasm takes me, doing my best to not become a rag-doll as Marcus finds his own release. An explosion scorches through my veins, the deep and constant contractions bringing a new wave of fire to the surface.

By the time I come down, I nearly collapse to the side, sucking in air like a fish out of water.

Marcus simply chuckles behind me, carefully removing himself and the toy before rubbing my back with soft circles. “You did incredible, sweet girl.”

A breathy laugh escapes me. “You weren’t so bad yourself there, sir.”

He shakes his head. “Shower or bath?”

A rumble of thunder rolls overhead, and I imagine laying in the clawfoot under the skylight, the lighting and rain pour down overhead.

And as if he can read my thoughts, he nods. “Oatmeal bath it is. Want me to bring you some of that strawberry shortcake?”

I nod eagerly remembering how I forced him—at two in the morning, no less—to somehow replicate a recipe I read in one of my books, while hiding behind him as we watched his suggested movie, The Shining. He said it was the perfect way to bring in his fortieth birthday, and it only continued through our marathon of sex.

Well, that, and the lunch we had in the middle of the lake that ended in a lot of happy tears and a beautiful six-prong solitaire ring.

“I only want it if you join me and eat some too.”

He nods, slipping off the bed before scooping me into his arms to carry to the bathroom. “Anything to keep you.”

I roll my eyes. And flash a hefty sized ring at him. “You have me.”

Marcus looks down and winks. “Can never be too careful. You are trouble, after all.”

Snuggling into his chest, I close my eyes. “Only the best kind.”

The End of an Era.

Thank you.

-Lee