Epilogue Part Two
W ork ran late and by the time Luke, the driver Duke had insisted on, dropped me at home, I was pleasantly exhausted.
“Thank you,” I said to Luke when he opened my door for me. “Sorry to keep you out so late. I’ll be staying home for a few days so you can take the time off.”
“Will do.”
I walked up the short sidewalk to our house.
Duke and I moved in together last year. He insisted I pick out our new home.
I would have been fine with the apartment—except it was in the busy part of town, the doorman watched me in a way that sent unpleasant shivers down my spine, and the big, empty space echoed when I was there by myself.
So, I picked a house all right, right next door to the one I’d lived in for so many years with Frankie.
It had a different floor plan, and it needed extensive work to make it livable, but once the renovations were done, it was perfect.
Cozy, relatively small, and so very different from the world Duke came from.
He seemed relaxed and happy here, though.
Midnight brushed along my legs when I let myself in, and I bent down to pick the black cat up.
“Where’s daddy?” I asked as I scratched the place just behind his ear he loved so much.
“Call me that again,” Duke said from the kitchen.
“Daddy?” I let Midnight jump from my arms to go hide in his favorite spot in the little library.
“Yes,” he growled as he came up to me and pushed me against the nearest wall, kissing me like he just came back from war. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close, sinking into his embrace and his kiss.
“Hello,” I said when he pulled back.
“Dinner’s ready.”
“I’d rather be eaten than eat right now.” I walked my fingers along his chest, down his stomach, to his pants. “You made me a promise and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day.”
He groaned and captured my hand before I could unbutton his jeans and sink to my knees right here.
“Let me put dinner away. If you aren’t naked by the time I get to our room, I’m ripping these clothes off you.” He grabbed my shirt and pulled me in for a quick, hard kiss before turning me around and smacking my ass.
I ran to the room. Eager for tonight, I stripped out of my clothes, throwing them in the basket in the corner, and rifled around the nightstand for what we needed. I set the lube and condoms out on the nightstand just as Duke came back into the room.
“I thought I said to be naked,” he said as he walked up to me, grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him.
“I am?” I looked down and realized what he meant. I’d forgotten to take off my panties, the pink lacy ones I loved. “No, don’t rip these. They’re my favorite.”
He nuzzled behind my ear and then nipped at the lobe.
“Hmm. Mine too. I’ll just take them for myself for a while. How does that sound?”
He had a small collection of my panties in his drawer. I asked him about it once, wondering if there were other women’s panties sitting around as trophies. Apparently, he just did that with me and wasn’t too interested in questioning why.
“Ugh, fine, but I get them back at some point.”
“Deal.” He kneeled behind me so fast that I almost toppled over. Only his hands on my hips kept me upright.
He pulled my panties down and then spread my legs when I stepped out of them.
He dragged his hands up my legs until he reached my ass, grabbing each cheek and pulling them apart.
Cool air blew on me. I felt exposed, open in a way I only ever did when he touched me.
My pussy pulsed, electric zings running through me, all of them racing for the part of me that was on display.
“Duke,” I whimpered when he just sat there. I couldn’t see him, but I imagined him just staring at my ass and pussy, watching it pulse and clench, begging for his attention. “Please. Touch me.”
“So needy,” he said before his tongue ran along me, dipping into my pussy before it moved back to my ass. He traced slow circles around and around until I cried out, begging.
“More.”
I tried to push back against him, but he held my hips in a tight grip, making me take whatever little he gave me at the pace he wanted.
“Fuck, shit. Please, Daddy. ”
He growled at this. I felt the vibrations of it against me, making me pant.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“Daddy, I need you in my ass, please.” I’d thought about tonight all day, and I needed to feel him pushing into me, filling me.
“God dammit, woman”—he stood and slapped my ass—“get on the bed, on your side.”
I did as he asked, eager for the intense pleasure I knew he would deliver.
I turned to face him. He stripped his sweats off, his hard cock already dripping pre-cum. He gripped the base, strangling it with his hand. I smiled. Sometimes, I still couldn’t believe he was mine, and that he wanted me, just me, exactly how I was.
He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth and slid it slowly over himself, my pussy spasming in anticipation. He grabbed the lube and then seemed to realize I faced the wrong way—toward him instead of away.
“Turn over, minx.”
“Sorry, daddy. I got distracted with your glorious cock.” I choked back laughter, throwing his words back at him.
“Damn straight you did.” He climbed into the bed behind me, stroking down my arm and nuzzling into my neck, kissing it gently.
“Mm.” I relaxed into his touch. Knowing he had me, I let go of all my worries and lost myself in him.
“Good girl.” He slipped a lubed finger into me, gently thrusting it in a few times before adding another. “So open and relaxed. So trusting.”
His praise shot through me, heading straight for my core as another finger joined the first two, slowly working me open, relaxing me and exciting me in one deft move .
“Gonna fill you up. Rearrange you so I’m the only one that can make you feel whole,” he said rough and raw as he scissored his fingers, stretching me, opening me up to him.
“Please,” I whimpered as he exposed the deepest parts of me, putting them on display for his pleasure. His needy fingers drove into me like he saw the very core of my soul and wanted more.
The blunt head of his cock notched at my relaxed hole, and I reached down to play with my clit while he pushed just the tip in.
“Ah. Fuck. Yes.” I panted. He was so big, so very hard, and even just the head of him felt divine.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so good taking my cock in your ass.” He drove into me, inch by delicious inch pushing in, carving out a home inside me. He didn’t stop until his hips nestled against me.
“Such a good girl, taking it all. So good for me.” He cupped my breast and toyed with the nipple, nipping at my shoulder.
I squeezed around him, trying to adjust to the fullness, my mind blank except for him, his cock in my ass, his words in my ear, and his hands tracing every inch of my skin, so gentle and soft. I melted against him, lost to the world.
“There you go,” he said, kissing just behind my ear.
“Fuck me. Please.”
He did, building his rhythm slowly, pulling out until just the head of him was in me before pushing back in.
“That’s it. Take it, baby.”
His pace increased, his hand replacing my own on my clit when I could no longer focus on anything but the feel of him. My orgasm rolled through me, lighting every cell in my body, so very different from all the others. Deeper somehow, settling somewhere in the heart of me, my soul maybe.
“Fuck.” His pace picked up as he rolled me over, still deep inside me, but now riding my loose, boneless body harder, seeking his own release.
He draped himself over my back, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and buried his face in my neck, moaning as he rutted into me.
His thrusts lost rhythm, and he came on a deep, guttural groan.
He only lost it like that when we did this, like he spent so long making sure I didn’t get hurt, making sure I enjoyed myself, that he lost control at the end, became desperate and mindless. I loved it.
He laughed, slightly crazed, behind me before easing himself out and tossing the condom. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me slowly, thoroughly, claiming me with every stroke of his tongue.
“I love you,” I said when he pulled back.
“I love you so much, baby.”
We fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, pleasure still humming through us, safe and content in our home.
Life with my Duke of Debauchery was perfect.