18. Extended Epilogue Chapter Four
EXTENDED EPILOGUE: CHAPTER FOUR
T hings were so different now. For over a decade, she’d woken up feeling some level of dread. And now? Now Nuala woke up with nothing short of excitement. Whether it was to spend time with her Daddy or to write her stories or see her friends or all of those things, there was always something to look forward to.
Today it was Daddy spooning her, and it felt like he had something else in mind. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing into her backside through the bloomers she had on, and the flannel pants he’d apparently worn to bed. She’d been so tired she didn’t even remember him crawling into bed with her.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she said, nestling back against him which elicited a groan.
“Mmm. Good morning to you too, Little girl.”
He slipped an arm under her waist and used it to pull her even tighter against him, then set his other hand on her throat and used his thumb to tip up her chin. Yeah, that was a ticket straight to Arousal Town—her nipples beaded, her breath quickened, and she could feel herself getting wet between her legs.
“Daddy, please.”
“Already?” he asked, and chuckled before mouthing and nipping the side of her neck. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”
“Yes you have. Please, Daddy. Just check. Please.”
“Such an impatient Little girl,” he scolded gently before nipping her again. She knew he didn’t mean it; Remy was just teasing her. He loved her being desperate for him, and she thought he even loved when she was legitimately a little naughty. Maybe because he knew she hadn’t dared to put a toe out of line with Cabot and he liked that he’d earned her trust.
Remy released his grip on her neck which was a little disappointing, but then she found herself turned onto her tummy and Daddy’s hand in her bloomers.
“Spread your legs, Duchess.”
Those words did nothing to staunch her arousal, and she mewed as she complied. Then Daddy’s big hand was between her thighs and he slipped first one and then two thick fingers inside her. She might’ve whimpered, but she also pushed back against him.
“Oh,” he said, wonder in his deep, dreamy voice. “You were right. You are all ready for Daddy. I guess now the question is should I fuck your pretty, wet pussy now, or should I play with you some more? Hmm?”
Remy knelt up and spread his hand between her shoulder blades, then pushed her firmly into the mattress. That felt so, so good. She loved the way he dominated her, and had learned all the secrets of her body so he could make her feel so much.
“Now, please, Daddy? Please? You can do it again later,” she offered, squirming in her desperation, which of course made her Daddy laugh again.
“I think I will. But who gets to decide that? Who gets to decide how many times I’m going to get my Little girl off? Who decides how long I’m going to play with this pretty little pussy? Who decides how I’m going to fuck you? Hmm?”
“You, Daddy. You decide. But…but I can make requests?” she asked hopefully. She was so turned on already, and she’d beg if she had to.
“Always, Duchess,” he assured her, then bent down to kiss the nape of her neck while he continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her. “And sometimes you might even get your way.”
Nuala smiled smugly to herself as her cheeks got warm. She was so spoiled and Daddy gave her everything—because he wanted to.
There was some extra pressure on her back, and then it was gone because Daddy was stripping her bloomers down to her knees. He withdrew his fingers from her and used both hands to tilt her hips up before shoving a pillow underneath her to keep her there. In another couple seconds, he arranged himself behind her, his knees outside hers, and his thick cock was pushing at her entrance. Delicious.
“Please, Daddy,” she begged once more, and then he granted her wish, pushing into her with one long, firm stroke.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to how good it felt to have him inside her. Especially when he did things like wrap a hand around one of her hipbones and return the other to between her shoulder blades to exert delicious pressure. It made her feel like she was his.
“Such a good girl, taking all of Daddy’s cock. You like that, don’t you, Duchess?” he asked, his voice a touch ragged.
“Yes, Daddy. Oh, yes.”
Maybe it should have been humiliating to be pushed into the mattress and fucked from behind with her pajamas circling her knees. This scenario would have been with Cabot because it would have been him taking what he wanted without any regard for her enjoyment. Any pleasure she got would have been incidental. But she was the center of her Daddy’s universe and she knew it.
Fuck did Nuala feel good. She was slick and warm and close around his cock, and the noises she made were like fireworks across the sky of his mind. It didn’t hurt either that she got wet so easily for him. Often it felt like he just looked at her and she turned into a puddle. That was heady as fuck.
He moved his hand to cup her mound and give his Duchess something to rub her clit against while he fucked her, and she moaned. Sometimes Nuala liked it quick and dirty. While he certainly wasn’t opposed to that, he thought this morning might be a slower grind, their bodies pushing and pulling, moving against each other and seeking their mutual pleasure. He always made love to her, no matter how rough or how fast he took her, but he really wanted her to feel that this morning.
It still wasn’t all that long until he felt Nuala tightening around him, and the breath in her lungs coming faster under his palm.
“Daddy… Oh, Daddy… I…”
“You gonna come for me, Nono? Come on Daddy’s cock? Come while I stuff that sweet little pussy?”
As was so often true, his words urged on Nuala’s orgasm, and he felt her tighten even more around his throbbing dick. He wasn’t far off himself, and the squeeze of her muscles and the way she cried out, “Yes, Daddy! Oh, oh. Yes, please, please, oh. Mmm, Daddy!” had him spilling inside her, losing his rhythm while he came.
His Duchess’s pulsing core milked his cock, and it felt like they were in the throes of their climax forever. When at last Remy felt thoroughly empty, he collapsed to her side and slung an arm over her waist.
Nono was still finding her breath, and he rubbed her back, finding satisfaction in how thoroughly mussed his proper little Duchess was. He slid his hand down and patted her bottom.
“How’re you doing, Little girl?”
Nuala sighed happily in response, and he’d take that as a win.
“Debauched, satisfied, and happy to be filled up with a load of Daddy’s come, hmm?”
“Mmm, yes, Daddy.”
She snuggled closer, still on her tummy. They’d discovered she had a bit of a cream pie kink, which he was more than happy to indulge. He let them bask in the afterglow a bit, cuddled up together. Nuala looked like a perfect little doll with her flushed cheeks, pink bow of a mouth, and her dark fringe of lashes that fluttered every so often to reveal her bright blue eyes. She smiled every time she opened them and found him looking back at her. How on earth had he gotten so lucky?
After a while, he got up, pulled a blanket over his Little girl so she wouldn’t get chilly, and padded down to the kitchen to grab some food which he brought back upstairs. He set the tray down on his bedside table before fetching a warm cloth to clean up Nono with.
It honestly didn’t take much to make the woman happy—although even if it did, he’d go to the ends of the earth for her. He’d been worried at first that he wouldn’t be a good Daddy to her because he wasn’t experienced, but it turned out mostly what she needed was for him to be attentive and thoughtful and he could draw a lot of inspiration for the rest from the books he narrated.
Another couple minutes found her nestled in his lap, eating nuts and berries from his fingers and taking sips of tea from a cup he held to her lips, and humming contentedly in between. He’d make her a real breakfast in a bit, but this was good for now. Everything was good for now, and he hoped to make it even better.