Epilogue
Three Months later
Lola
Don’t go straight home and hop into bed just because you can. That was what my therapist had said after our last joint session four days ago. She’d surprisingly been okay with our decision to keep living together after the experiment ended as long as we continued to keep separate rooms until we were ready to consumate.
And while I’d been ready to do exactly that, advice be damned, Zeke had taken the advice to heart. Way too much, in my opinion. What he was doing instead was like the romantic version of edging me. Fancy home-cooked dinners. Shirts that brought out his eyes and hugged his muscles. Little touches every time he passed by. Soft kisses. Caressing embraces.
Every single thing he did made me want to haul his ass to the bedroom and end my vow of celibacy then and there, but I’d held out, too. For the first several days, at least. And now I was so pent up I was pretty sure I was going to explode if we didn’t have sex soon.
That was what was screaming in my brain as I walked through the door after a long day on my feet at work. It seemed my clothing shop was thriving just as much as I was personally. The aroma of lemon and pepper wafted through the air, mingled with the sweet scent of chocolate. My stomach growled, and for a moment I considered that I might just be hangry as my stomach started to ache.
But no, as I turned the corner into the kitchen and spotted Zeke bent over, pulling something out of the oven, I felt a very different kind of ache.
And with it a resolve to not make it through another night without making love to this gorgeous man.
“Hi.”
I reached him just as he straightened up, and pounced, jumping into his arms, wrapping them around his neck, and capturing his lips with mine. He kissed me back, deeply, passionately, and when he pulled back we were both out of breath, but he rested his forehead against mine and smirked.
“That was one hell of a greeting, babygirl.”
“That’s how I say take me to the bedroom now .”
His brow crinkled and the corners of his mouth turned into a frown. “But… dinner.”
“I don’t give a flying fig about dinner. I want you now.”
He sighed, and maneuvered us around until he could set me down on the kitchen counter, and put his hands on my shoulders. “I want you too, babygirl, but I don’t want to just drag you to the bedroom and jump your bones. I had a sweet romantic evening planned. I got you flowers, and I’m making your favorite dinner, and…”
“I don’t care. Turn the oven off and take me to the bedroom, now.”
One perfect brow rose into an arch near his hairline, letting me know exactly how he felt about me ordering him around. When he looked at me like that it usually meant I was skating on thin ice, standing on shaky ground. I did not care.
He opened his mouth to say god knows what, and I couldn’t take it another second. Both hands flying to my hips, I looked him dead in the eye and said, “Ezekiel Rollens, I command you take me to the bedroom. Right. Now.”
His eyebrows both flew up that time, and he cocked his head, regarding me with a smirk that said ‘you’re about to get a spanking, babygirl’. “Oh you command it, do you?”
“Yes," I answered seriously. “And in this house, we obey commands.”
The look of pure shock on his face was priceless. He blinked furiously, his mouth dropped open, then finally, he threw his head back and laughed. A hard loud belly laugh. “So we do, babygirl. So we do.”
And then, he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, shutting off the oven on the way.
Zeke
When I had Lola in my room, the room I’d never shared with her, never let her sleep in, never let her in at all, really, I felt the enormity of the moment like a vise gripping my chest. She was ready to jump my bones like it was any old sexual encounter, but as her Daddy and as the man who hoped to be her husband, I owed it to both of us to slow down and savor every moment. Not to just fuck, but to make love.
She was full steam ahead, and in that moment I saw a glimpse of the old Lola. I didn’t mind, and I was sure her sexual enthusiasm would be something I greatly appreciated in the future. But not tonight.
Drawing a deep breath, I held her at arm’s length with my hands on her shoulders. “babygirl. Slow down. Take a breath. This is a big deal. Let’s take our time and enjoy every moment, every first, okay?”
She swallowed hard, and for a moment what looked like hurt flashed in her eyes, but she quickly recovered, because deep down she had to know I was right. This was special. We needed to treat it as such.
“Can I undress you, baby?”
Slowly, her eyes never leaving mine as the attraction sizzled between us, she nodded.
I moved deliberately, like I was unwrapping a gift, because I was. I held my breath as I worked the buttons on her work blouse, revealing the lace of her bra and her milky skin inch by inch. The swell of her cleavage, the smoothness of her belly, the dip of her belly button, I savored it all, and when it was all revealed, I slid the fabric off her shoulders, and savored that reveal, too. But not too much. There was a hint of impatience I couldn’t tamp down as the silky blouse hit the floor beside us.
“You next,” she whispered. “Shirt off, Daddy.”
“Oh yeah?” I chuckled. “You getting impatient to see all of this?” I wiggled my eyebrows teasingly, but untucked my shirt and slowly lifted it over my head.
As soon as it was off, she stepped closer, running her fingers through the patch of hair on my chest, then across the muscles of my abdomen. “Damn,” she whispered. “This was definitely worth waiting for.”
“You ain't seen nothing yet, baby.” I was going to make sure the whole night was worth waiting for.
Her eyes danced and her gaze locked on mine. Her hands found the waistband of my pants, and I stepped out of reach, clicking my tongue as I tsked her. “Not yet, baby. Daddy’s turn.” I wrapped my hands around her waist, feeling the soft skin. It wasn’t like I hadn’t felt it before. I had many times while placing her over my lap for a spanking, but this was different, and we both knew it.
I undid the button of her jeans and slowly worked the zipper down, then shimmied the fabric over her hips, down her thighs and legs, kneeling to help her step out of them. When I stood again, the most stunning sight was in front of me. My babygirl in nothing but a lace bra and panty set, waiting and ready for me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I gasped. My throat actually ached with all the emotion I was feeling. Pushing her golden locks out of the way, I leaned forward to kiss the hollow of her neck.
The whimper she gave almost had me coming undone right then and there. I was reaching behind her for the hook on her bra when she squirmed out of my reach and pouted.
“My turn Daddy. Or your turn, I mean. I don’t know. Just take your pants off.”
“So demanding,” I teased, reaching for my waistband with both hands.
Lola shook her head. “Not demanding. Commanding. And that means you have to do it.”
Chuckling, I did just that, the button, then the zipper. I let my pants fall, then kicked them off until I was standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. “Better, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She smiled shyly. “You’re handsome.”
“And you are beautiful. Daddy can’t wait to worship every inch of your beautiful body.”
She groaned and squirmed. “Not tonight, please, Daddy? There’s taking our time and savoring our first time, and then there’s unduly torturing ourselves, and you’re starting to veer off into the latter territory.”
I groaned as my gaze roamed over the swell of her breasts, the expanse of her silky-smooth peaches-and-cream skin. “Fair enough.”
Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra with a flick of my wrist and watched it fall to the floor, exposing her full breasts, milky white handfuls with supple pink buds. I couldn’t wait, and had to touch her. Gathering them in my hands, I cupped the flesh, pushing it up, then flicked the pads of my thumbs over her nipples.
She moaned, and I leaned in to take her in my mouth, closing my lips over one soft pink bud and laving it with my tongue. She dipped beneath me as if the ecstasy were knocking her off her feet and she couldn’t stand anymore. I scooped her up in one fell swoop and carried her to the bed, where I laid her out in the center, head propped against the pillows, and covered her body with mine.
She looked up at me from under her long lashes and whimpered. “Please, Daddy. I just… want you. So bad.”
“Me too, babygirl. Me too.” And though I was tempted to keep taking my time, to draw out every moment, every touch, I knew we’d both implode.
Our bodies were pressed together now, and her silky skin under mine was almost more than I could handle.
“Please, Daddy,” she begged. “We’ll have our whole lives to take it slow. Please just make love to me, now.”
“God, baby, you’re going to be the death of me.” Sliding my hands into the waistband of her panties, the only article of clothing she was still wearing, I slid them down her thighs, and got my first glimpse of her puffy pink mound: her lips swollen, her clit beaded, giving irrefutable proof of her arousal. My cock swelled, hardening between us, the thin cotton of my boxer briefs no longer able to contain my true feelings as they tented.
She giggled, and I slid a finger across her slick slit, feeling her wetness. The musk of her scent filled the air between us. My mouth watered, and I dipped my head for a taste, sucking her clit into my mouth while my fingers worked her soft folds.
“Oh, god!” she gasped. “Please, more!” She writhed beneath me and pointed at my boxers. “Take. Them. Off.”
“Oh these?” I teased, rearing back on my haunches and pointing at myself, snapping the elastic waistband. “You want these off?”
“Yessss.” It came out as a hiss, and she looked and sounded so needy and desperate that I took pity on her. Or maybe I took pity on myself. Either way, the boxers came off, revealing my cock, thick, hard, and ready.
“Oooh,” she moaned, leaning forward to touch it. I let her, closing my eyes at the way her hand felt wrapped around my cock. “Damn babygirl.”
“I want it,” she cried. “I want you inside me, please, Daddy.”
I could have tasted her more, or made her suck me off, or spent more time admiring every inch of her beautiful body, but I was already crazy with need, aching with want. And every look at her flushed writing body beneath me sent me soaring into the atmosphere. I wanted to draw it out, to memorize every moment, but I was pretty sure my cock and balls would have staged a revolt if I did, so instead I teased her pretty pink folds again, first with my fingers, then with the head of my cock.
She pushed her hips toward me, and my cock head slipped inside her just the slightest bit. She gasped, her eyes going wide. “It’s been a long time, Daddy.”
“I know, baby.”
Tears pooled in her eyes. I doubted it was from pain. Maybe from emotion? I wiped them with my finger and covered my lips with hers.
“Daddy,” she whimpered. “ I need you.”
“You have me,” I grunted, thrusting as slowly and gently as I could into her soft, wet sheath. Her pussy walls contracted around my hard cock and her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingernails digging into the skin.
“Oh baby, you feel so good.”
“You too, Daddy.”
“It doesn’t hurt?” I asked, brushing her damp hair out of her eyes and tucking a strand behind her ear as I slowly thrust all the way in, filling her.
She shook her head. “It hurts so good, Daddy.” She rocked her hips, and they rose up to meet my thrust. “Please, Daddy, take me. I need you. I want to feel every inch of you. I want you to take me, to use me. I want to please you.”
Earlier in our relationship, the words she was speaking would have set off warning bells in my head. But after joining her for several therapy sessions, I knew they were just words. They didn't have the same meaning as before. With us it was different. With me she was safe.
Somehow, knowing that was just as arousing as the swell of her breasts, her soft curves, and the way her pussy squeezed my cock with every thrust. “Yes, baby.” I panted as I arched my hips to meet her movements, “I will take you, and use you, and make you mine, forever and ever, babygirl.”
I meant it, but she was far too gone to register the significance of my vow. Her eyes rolled back in her head and a flush raced up her body. Her back arched, and her nails dug deeper into my skin, I thrust harder, pounding furiously because I was too far gone to stop.
“Yes, baby, yes,” I grunted.
“Yes, Daddy, please!” she cried.
Her pussy squeezed my cock as jets of warm cum filled her. I should have used protection, at least for our first time, but she hadn’t asked, and I hadn’t offered. It didn’t matter anyway, because there would never be anyone else for me after this. I’d known it since the first day she’d stepped timidly into my house, smiled, and called me Daddy, Sir. Lola was mine.
I came hard, and she did too, and when it was done, we lay still, all sweaty entangled limbs, with our foreheads pressed together, our ragged breaths in sync.
And though I had a pressed suit in the closet, a reservation at a fancy restaurant, and a ring tucked away in my sock drawer, none of that mattered as I stared into her deep blue eyes.
“Marry me,” I whispered.
Lola gasped. Somehow without getting off of her, I managed to get my drawer open and fumble for the ring. Popping the box open, I slid it out, and held it up between us.
“Please, baby.” I grabbed her hand and held it right at the tip of her finger, ready to slide it on the second she said yes. I wanted her to know I was serious.
“Is that really what you want?” Her eyes were wide with disbelief.
My heart ached.
“It is. More than anything,” I confirmed, praying she’d believe me, praying I hadn’t jumped the gun and asked too soon.
“Well then…” The corners of her mouth lifted into a smirk, and she tapped her chin as if considering. Finally, she grinned. “If that’s reeeally what you want, you know what you should do?”
“What, baby?”
Anything. I’d do anything. Whatever she wanted. Anything she needed.
“You’d better…” she tapped her chin again and grinned before finishing, “make me. Because in this house, we follow Daddy’s commands.”
I laughed, shook my head, and slid the diamond on her finger. “Well then, I command you to make me the happiest man on earth and accept my marriage proposal. Let me spend the rest of our lives proving just how worthy you are.”
Her eyes sparkled, then filled with tears, and she nodded. “Yes, Sir, Daddy Sir.”
The End