Epilogue
ABIGAIL
Six Months Later
“Ihave a surprise for you,” Dane announces as soon as he comes home from work.
I bound up to him, throwing myself into his waiting arms. He doesn’t admonish me for bruising the bouquet of flowers he’s holding; my husband will never fail to embrace me.
“You didn’t have to get me flowers.”
He touches two fingers beneath my chin. “How many times do I have to say it, my sweet pet? I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to. You will indulge me.”
“So bossy.” I brush a kiss over his lips, loving the little warning growl that vibrates into my mouth.
“The flowers aren’t even your surprise,” he rumbles, placing the bouquet on the table in our entry hall. “I can do much better than that.”
He reaches in his pocket and withdraws his wallet. I watch him in puzzlement when he pulls out a business card.
“This is for you.”
Baffled, I take the card from him. The familiar logo of his plastic surgery practice is emblazoned on the front.
“Turn it over,” he instructs.
On the back, there are three names: Dr. Dane Graham, Dr. Meadows Coatesworth, and Dr. Rachel Emory.
“Who’s Dr. Emory?” I ask, even more confused.
“She’s the new addition to our team. She starts next month.”
My brow furrows. “You took on a new business partner? Why?”
Dane hasn’t seemed stressed with his workload, but maybe he’s been hiding some professional strain from me.
I don’t like the idea of my husband hiding anything from me. We’re supposed to lean on each other for support.
He smooths the tension from my jaw. “I’m taking two days a week away from the practice. I’m going to do pro bono work at the hospital.”
My heart tugs toward his. “Really?”
He grins. “Really. I know you’ve never liked the nature of my career. I’ll never be a good man, but I can do some good for you, Abigail. You’re earning plenty from your gallery. I can take a step back at work and do something more meaningful with my life.”
I bracket his beautiful face with both hands. “You’re doing this for me?” I ask with awe.
He traces the outline of my parted lips. “Anything for you.”
Then he blows out a soft sigh. “But it’s for me too.
Do you remember what you said to me on the night I first told you about my sister, Katie?
You asked if her death is why I became a doctor—so I would have the power to fix people.
” He shakes his head. “I’ve never been that altruistic, but you make me want to be the man you see when you look at me.
I will do everything in my power to be even half the man you deserve. ”
My eyes sting. “You do deserve me, Dane. I choose you. I will choose you every day for the rest of our lives because you’ve proven your love for me. But this…” I swallow down the lump forming in my throat. “I never expected this. I never would’ve asked it of you.”
“I know you wouldn’t. You accept me for all that I am, but I think it’s time for me to adopt a little of your compassion too. Well, maybe not compassion. I don’t know if I’m capable of truly feeling that. But I can at least help people.”
I hold the business card to my heart like it’s my most precious treasure. “Thank you. I love it. I love you.”
He pulls me in for a deep, hungry kiss and carries me up the stairs to our bedroom. I stake my claim with my teeth, and he groans against me. He doesn’t rebuke me for my ferocity; he seems to revel in it.
We tear at each other’s clothes. Within a few frenzied minutes, I’m naked, and he’s shirtless. Before I can remove his pants, he places his hands on my shoulders and breaks our kiss with a firm shove. My shocked gasp turns into a delighted giggle when my back hits the soft mattress.
I reach for him, but he shakes his head with a small, regretful smile. “Patience, little dove. I don’t want to fight you today.”
“I don’t want that either.” I relax, waiting for his next move.
After the touching revelations about his career changes, I want to be intimate with my husband. I don’t feel like engaging in a power struggle with him right now. All I want is to hold him and have him hold me, but he has other, more wicked ideas.
He ducks into the closet for a moment, and when he comes back to me, he’s holding a thick, black wand with a cord attached.
At first, I think it’s a vibrator, but it doesn’t have a rubber head.
Instead, he inserts a narrow, rounded plug into it that’s attached to a long cable that ends in a metallic silver plate.
“What’s that?” I ask, curious but also slightly anxious.
The little thrill of fear fizzes through me, fueling my mounting lust. I’m already wet and ready for him, and my inner muscles contract in anticipation of his cock.
“It’s a violet wand,” he replies, as though that explains everything.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“You’ll see, my curious pet.”
He tucks the metal plate beneath his waistband, so that it’s secured against his hip.
I watch his strange actions, puzzled.
He drops a quick kiss on my forehead. “Trust me.”
“I do.”
His smug smile is a touch triumphant, and I grin at him in return.
Then he plugs the wand into the power socket beside the bed and sets it down on the nightstand.
His flashing eyes pin me like I’m a butterfly. “Are you ready?”
I lick my lips. “Ready for what?”
His smile turns cruel. “For whatever I want to do to you.”
I lift my chin and open myself to him, allowing him to look straight into my soul. “Yes, Master.”
“Stay very still for me,” he commands, slowly lowering his hand toward my forearm.
My brows knit together in the long seconds it takes for him to bridge the gap between us. My entire body coils tight with anticipation, and every inch of my flesh comes alive for him. My skin seems to crackle and dance, but in the moment his fingers near my arm, real sparks fly.
I shout more in shock than pain when electricity arcs between us in a sizzling, tiny lighting strike. He closes the small space that separates us, and the moment his skin makes contact with mine, the spark disappears.
“What…” I gasp for breath. “I don’t understand.”
“As long as I’m touching you, we’re grounded to one another,” he explains. “But if there’s a small gap…”
He withdraws, and another sharp spark dances between us. It tingles and burns, and this time, he allows it to linger for several seconds. He splays his hand, and each finger becomes electric, stroking my arm with sizzling pleasure that rides the edge of pain.
I wriggle for a moment, overwhelmed by the strange, novel sensation.
His touch trails up my arm, raking hot lines along my sensitized skin.
“I feel it too,” he rumbles.
He pulls back, breaking the connection. I’m not sure if my short cry is one of relief or loss. His low chuckle rolls over me, and I arch into him like a cat seeking more attention.
“Greedy little thing,” he says, voice deep and indulgent. “Tell me you want more. Beg me to torment you.”
I pause. “But you said you feel it too. Does it hurt?”
“We’ll suffer equally today, my queen.”
He keeps me fixed in his burning stare as he slowly lowers his hand toward my breast, giving me time to refuse him.
I don’t move a muscle; I simply keep my back arched for him and wait for the sparks. I’m his wife, his equal. Dane thrives on control, but he’s willing to suffer for me.
His long fingers splay around the curve of my breast, and I’m quivering by the time the sparks jump.
I shriek at the prickling burn on one of the most tender areas of my body, but I know Dane’s fingertips are packed with sensitive nerve endings too.
He’ll experience the same sharp, sweet pain that’s tormenting me.
The knowledge goes straight to my head, and I release a low moan of raw need and desire for him. The power I hold over this formidable man is like nothing I’ve ever known, and I crave more.
He toys with my other breast, circling my nipple but not quite making contact. It throbs in time with my heartbeat, an ache that’s echoed in my pussy.
“Breathe, Abigail,” he reminds me as I shudder beneath his cruelly erotic, electric touch.
I obey, drawing in a deep breath. When I exhale, he flicks only his forefinger, concentrating the sparks to a single, sizzling point that burns hotter than all five combined. The lightning dances directly over my nipple, and I scream at the shock of pain.
My core contracts, and an orgasm bursts through me with sudden, ruthless force.
His low laugh mingles with my ecstatic cry, and he flicks over my other nipple, prolonging my release.
“You are so perfect for me,” he praises. “My beautiful wife.”
He finally withdraws, severing the painfully sweet connection. I go limp, and all I can do is draw in panting breaths and stare up at my husband, taking in the hard planes of his muscular chest and his rippling abs. He looms over me, impossibly imposing, and I feel deliciously small in his shadow.
He grabs my hips, grounding us as he rolls onto his back. He easily arranges my body so that I’m straddling his face, my pussy only inches from his mouth.
“I’m going to release your hips, and then you’re going to ride my face,” he commands. “You control the current. You decide when and how I hurt you.”
My core clenches, and my heart soars. He’s still my dark god, my master, but he’s handing over control. With each deviant order, he’s proving to me how much he values and respects me.
I keep my gaze locked on his as I slowly lower my pussy toward his waiting mouth. He extends his tongue, creating a point for the spark to jump between us. My thighs begin to shake in anticipation of the spike of hot pain, but I boldly offer my pulsing clit.
I shriek at the lick of searing pain to my most sensitive spot, and I quickly press myself fully against his tongue to ground us again.
The brief pain disappears entirely, without even a shadow of the burning sensation that’d shocked me.
Now there’s only the decadent pleasure of his mouth on me, his tongue toying with me in the way I like best.
My head drops back on a low moan, and I brace myself for another hit as I lift my hips.
The sparks drag along my labia, crackling and dancing over my tender flesh.
I begin to roll my hips, alternating between pressing my pussy into his face and pulling back for his cruel, clever tongue to torment me.
I don’t know where the pain ends and pleasure begins. I want it all, and Dane gives me everything I demand of him. He takes his time feasting on me, and although I know he must be hurting, too, his low grunts are clear sounds of desire rather than pain.
When I can’t take any more of the carnal onslaught, I finally ease back just enough for him to flick my clit one last time. I come apart on a scream, and he licks away the shock as I ride him through my orgasm.
My legs start shaking too violently to hold me upright, so he finally grabs my hips and lifts me off him.
I lay in a puddle on the bed while he quickly turns off the wand and strips out of his pants. His cock is thick and hard, ready to claim me after long denial.
I’m already soaked for him, but he grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand and rubs a generous amount over his length.
“Get on your hands and knees.” His voice is guttural, almost inhuman with the intensity of his lust for me.
I summon the last of my strength to get into position. He grabs my hips and settles behind me.
“I’m going to claim your tight little asshole, wife,” he growls. “Every part of you belongs to me.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Take me.”
His cockhead presses against my tight bud, and I try my best to relax for him.
“Push back against me,” he rumbles, stroking his hand down my spine in a soothing motion as the pain begins to build.
I whimper but obey, breathing through the discomfort as his massive cock slowly penetrates me. A burning sensation sears my pleasure, but I crave more. I want to give myself to him in every way, and I’m determined to accept him.
One broad hand grasps my hip, anchoring me in place.
His free hand snakes around me, and his clever fingers find my clit.
It’s still overly sensitive from my powerful, electrified orgasm, and another layer of stinging pain enhances my dark pleasure.
He rubs me in sure, steady circles, coaxing my body to relax with his masterful touch.
Finally, his cockhead slips past my tight ring, and the worst of the discomfort eases. He continues to stimulate my clit as he pushes deeper, entering me in a slow slide.
A strangled cry tears from my chest. I’m almost unbearably full, my virgin asshole stretched around his massive cock.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You’re doing so well, my brave pet.”
I press my face into the pillow and bite down for purchase. He starts to gently thrust into me in slow, short strokes. Forbidden ecstasy I’ve never known crackles through my body, made all the sweeter by the lingering pain and intense vulnerability of being claimed in every way.
Blissful tears stream down my cheeks, and I whimper with each of his careful thrusts.
“Does it hurt?” He grinds out the words, his control over his release tenuous.
“Yes, Master,” I say, voice small. “But it feels so good. More.”
“Beg.” One harsh thrust. “Beg me to fuck your tight little ass.”
“Please fuck me, Master,” I pant. “Please.”
Another punishing thrust. “Not good enough. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck my ass, Master. Claim me. Make me yours.”
His only response is a primal snarl, and he increases the pressure on my clit as he drives deep inside me. Pain knifes through me as pleasure assails me. The dueling sensations push me over the edge.
“Dane!”
His name in my garbled shout is a trigger for him, and he bellows as he pumps into me. With one final thrust, he spills his seed inside me, marking me as his.
I’m owned, revered, and cherished. I’m his pet, his wife, and his queen.
And I intend to keep my dark god forever.
Thank you for reading Favorite Malady!
I hope you loved Dane and Abigail’s dark romance.