Epilogue
ROSALIND
Six Month Checkpoint
I bustle about the house, my fingers fluttering over every available surface. The house is clean, but for some reason, it doesn’t feel like enough. Glancing up at the clock, my heart seizes in my chest. How is it already four pm? Pulling out my phone, I reread the text message.
Daddy
Hey, babygirl. I heard back from the Governing Body. A representative is going to stop by the house at five pm to check in with us. That won’t leave a lot of time for making dinner, so I’m taking you out afterward. Just make sure the house is clean and ready to go like you always do. Thank you, my good little omega. I’ll grab your outfit when I get home.
Just reading his words causes my pussy to spasm as I do one final check. No doubt he’ll be here any minute. Adjusting my collar, I slide my fingers along the silver chain, a happy sigh drifting from my lips.
It’s fitting that he would choose to take me out, seeing as my cooking skills are still lacking. He’s patient with me as I learn, however, and that’s all I can ever ask of him. Even now, my insides churn as I think back to that first month when most of my money went to sneaking in pre-made food.
If only I had just said something then, spoken up once I realized he wasn’t an unfair ogre. And yet, my pride certainly got in the way—still gets in the way, unfortunately. There are times I wish I could just get better and prepare all these amazing feasts for him…
Thankfully, he eats every meal as if it’s fit for a king, making all the right noises even as he puts in a little more salt or pepper. Though, to be honest, after all his hard work, I think he’d be satisfied with anything that’s warm and made with love. And love I have in abundance.
With a sigh, I run my fingers over the mantle, pausing at a picture of Michael and me, a happy smile tilting my lips. Since marrying him, I’ve been so content, so safe and secure. Not just because he managed to put Jacob away for thirty years, but also because I know if that bastard ever gets out early, Michael will keep me safe. Nothing and no one will ever take me from his grasp.
If anyone had asked me six months ago if I’d fall for another Alpha after Jacob, I would have told them they were crazy. But Michael isn’t like any other Alpha I’ve ever known. He’s more than that.
Yes, there have been tears and headaches as we fell into our new rhythm, but I never once questioned how much he cared for me. Even with his punishments, he was always quick to scoop me back into his arms and assure me all was forgiven.
More importantly, never once has he broken any of the rules he’s given himself. I watched him closely, waiting for the time he’d slip up, but so far, he hasn’t even so much as gotten close to breaking any of them.
Under his firm hand, I’m far happier than I have ever been before. Never once did I think I’d get aroused from pain, but each day, my Daddy seems to teach me even more. Heat flushes my cheeks as I watch the door, just waiting for the knob to turn.
When he finally steps in, I sink to my knees, my hands on my thighs like he taught me. His warm brown eyes sparkle as he walks in, an odd bag in his hands. “Miss me, babygirl?”
“Oh yes, Daddy. But everything is ready like you requested.”
He glances about, his smile growing wider. “So it is. And it’s a good thing too. I have a surprise for you and didn’t want it to have to wait until after I punished you. Now, go wait for me on the bed, pants off but panties on.”
“Surprise? I love surprises!”
Again that deep chuckle of his slides over my skin sending warmth through my veins. “I know you do, princess.”
Rushing over to the room, I slip off my pants and lay them across the back of a chair. I climb onto the bed on my hands and knees, sticking my ass out just how he likes it.
His dark groan sends goosebumps over my skin as his heavy tread echoes in the room. “My, what a pretty little omega you are.” He skims his fingers over the exposed skin where my cheekies don’t cover, drawing arousal up through my veins.
“Are you wet for me already?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, arching up into his touch.
“Such a good girl.” Sliding his hand lower, he cups me, his finger rubbing my clit through the cloth.
A gasp catches in my throat as fire races through my veins. My inner walls clench as my body craves his with a passion. Whining softly, I push back against him, desperately needing this release.
“Poor baby,” he croons, pulling his hand away. “Do you want to come? Tell me how badly you want it.”
Stepping up behind, he grinds against me, rocking his cock against my pussy. “Oh please, Daddy,” I beg, arousal clouding my mind. “I need your thick cock deep inside me.”
“Daddy loves how you beg, sweetie, but you don’t get to come. Not yet.”
I turn to look at him, unease sending shards of ice through me. “Did… did I do something wrong?”
“Nothing of the sort. I just want you delirious for me later. Now, onto your surprise.”
He pulls an odd device out of the bag. Honestly, it looks like an alien life form. Without much preamble, he slides my panties to the side and works whatever it is deep inside. I’m full, but not nearly as stuffed as I want to be.
Before he puts my panties back in place, he places part of the thing in between my lower lips, letting it rest against my clit. Easing me up, he looks me up and down. “Let’s try it out, shall we?”
Fiddling with a ring on his finger, I nearly yelp as it comes to life. Deep inside, this “surprise” expands and recedes, mimicking a small knot. At my clit, it buzzes, the pleasure nearly bringing me to my knees.
“You’re allowed to come, but I don’t want the official knowing about it. Keep this our little secret, and Daddy’s cum will drip from you as I take you to dinner. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, unable to speak. Arousal burns through my veins as he pulls away and washes his hands. Soon, he’s back with our clothes for the meeting. It’s bad enough that I have this toy stuck in me, but it seems as if he wants me to wear a skirt as well.
It leaves me feeling exposed, vulnerable, like anyone could just look up and see how dreadfully wet I am. Thankfully, Michael isn’t the type to let anyone get that close. Leading me out to the living room, he sits me down on the couch as we wait for the person who will sign off on our marriage.
If only I can come before they get here, but Michael turned the device off, forcing me to suffer, to wonder when he’ll turn it back on. All too soon, the ominous knock brings my attention to the door. With an evil smirk, he turns the ring.
In an instant, the toy comes to life, but thankfully, it’s at a lower setting, allowing my brain to work at least a little. The woman steps in, her business suit prim and proper. If only she knew the deviance that lurked inside this house.
Michael, of course, is all smiles, cordial as he sits her down in the chair furthest from me. He turns the ring again, amping the sensations up. Though my mind refuses to stay on the task at hand, I feel as if I do okay.
I answer her questions, keeping the tremor of need out of my voice. It goes on forever, at least that’s how it feels. And still, I’m unable to come. No doubt it’s because of embarrassment at doing something so intimate with a stranger nearby.
Giving her a wan smile, I watch as she leaves, Michael showing her the door. When he comes back, his smile takes on a darker turn. Rolling up his sleeves, he forces me to sit there and watch this show he puts on just for me, my thighs quaking as slick coats my skin.
“Such a good little girl. Ready for Daddy’s cum?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I practically scream as he sits down next to me.
With slow, methodical movements, he undoes his pants, pulling out his thick erection. “Turn around and show me your ass.” Without hesitation, I lean over the couch, groaning as he lifts my skirt. As he pulls out the toy, I nearly sob. “Good girl,” he groans. “Now ride my cock until you get off. I want to feel you pulse around me. I want to feel your body beg me to stuff you with my cum.”
I go to take off my panties, but he stops me, guiding me forward as he moves them to the side. “No time for that, baby. Once you’re dripping, I’m taking you to dinner. Better hurry. We have reservations in thirty minutes.”
Desperation claws at my throat as I straddle him, feeling the heat from his body against my sensitive skin. Sinking down, I moan as he stretches me open, filling me up with his massive cock.
“I’m not going to knot you this time, but it’s not because you did something wrong. I just want to show off my pretty little wife. Now ride me, princess. Let me feel you explode around me.”
As I sink down all the way, my body twitches, need flooding my veins until I rock back and forth. “That’s it, baby. Christ, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his fingers digging into my ass. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. I’m so fucking desperate for you. I’m not going to last long.”
Reaching between us, he strokes my clit, urging me toward my orgasm. It races through, exploding between us as we pant and strain. “That’s one,” he growls. “Now give me another.”
Whimpers claw at my throat as I ride him, reveling in the feeling of him pulsing inside me. Soon, we’re both frantic, him pistoning in and out as I rock back and forth. I feel his knot swelling, and I know he’s close.
Smiling down at him, I clench my muscles, bearing down on him as another orgasm overtakes me. With a loud shout, he also comes, his cock jerking inside as he coats my insides. Since he didn’t knot me, his cum coats my inner thighs with each thrust and withdrawal.
I’m delirious with need, not completely satisfied since his knot didn’t stretch me out. It leaves me feeling anxious, hovering on that precipice of wanting more and being far too sensitive.
Sliding his hand up to cup my face, he urges me down for a soulful kiss. “Ready for rule number four, babygirl? Ready for me to be your Daddy for life?”
“Only if you promise to knot me after dinner,” I tease, my body humming with satisfaction.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he growls against my lips. “I’ll knot you every damned day for the rest of our lives. And that, babygirl, is a promise.”
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