Epilogue
Theo
Four years later…
“Daddy, tell me another stowie,” Luna Kane, my two-year-old daughter says with a cute gap-tooth smile.
My heart melts at the sight, but I try to hold on to my last shred of sternness. “But I’ve just told you a story. We agreed to one bedtime story a night, remember?” I say with an arched brow that dissolves into a smile at her childlike frown.
“Pwease, Daddy,” she begs with a pout.
I instantly soften, taking a seat beside her bed for the second time. “Okay, princess,” I say, heaving a fake sigh. I reach out to ruffle her soft black curls, just like her mother’s. “You’re so naughty,” I say, flicking softly at her nose.
She giggles, and at the same time scrunches her nose at my fake theatrics, warming my heart. I’m glad Grace isn’t around to tease me about how Luna has me tightly wrapped around her little finger. I say I’m the stern parent, but I’m actually the one who gives in the most to her whims.
“What story do you want to hear, honey?” I ask.
“I want to hear ’bout the dancing pwincess,” she says.
I smile down at her. I’ve told her this story as frequently as she asks for it, yet she still gets that curious look on her face as if she’s hearing it for the first time.
I clear my throat and start, “Once upon a time, there was a princess who loved dancing so much that her mother got her a dancing instructor. After that, she became so good at dancing that people would come to watch as she twirled and twirled and twirled. One day, an evil man threatened to send her away if she didn’t stop dancing…”
“I don’t like the evil man, Daddy,” Luna interrupts with a waving fist.
I grin down at her, sweeping her curls back. “I don’t like him either, baby. But I have to finish the story.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Well, the princess ran away from the evil man, and on her way she met a handsome prince. The prince promised to protect her from the evil man, and so he did. The evil man perished and the prince and princess lived happily ever after.”
“Yay!” Luna declares, smiling impishly.
“Now, go to sleep, princess,” I say, arranging her pink coverlet around her shoulders.
“But I don’t wanna sleep,” she protests, then yawns silently.
“Don’t worry, I’ll sing you a lullaby that will send you right off to dreamland,” I whisper.
She closes eyes and I start to sing her favorite lullaby as softly as I can, my voice rumbling in the quiet room. My hands caress her hair and occasionally pat her head, until Luna slowly dozes off. I continue to smooth her hair, watching the rise and fall of her chest with a tender smile.
She is the miniature of her mother, with her dark curls, green eyes, and bright smile, stealing a piece of my heart the moment she came into the world. I never thought I would one day be a father, but now I’m living the dream. Gratitude wells up inside me as I remember the first time I met Grace.
Ever since then, my life has turned out better than I imagined. After being alone for so long, I lived for each day without thinking about what came next. The only thing I looked forward to was the next fight. But Grace makes my life worth living.
She and Luna have become my sole reason for breathing. They make me happy and fulfilled. Before Grace, I fought to fill the void inside me, fighting demons that plagued me night and day. Now, I’ve retired from underground fighting, no longer trapped in the past and blaming my father for how my life turned out.
Grace made me realize that we can choose to let go of the past or wallow in it. If she can survive her abusive father after years of living with him, then I can forgive mine too. In my bid to let go of the past, I also finally settled my father’s debt to Richard Pierce.
Now, as I stare down at my sleeping little girl, I feel whole.
Seeing that Luna is fast asleep, I lean down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, caressing her hair one last time. “Goodnight, princess,” I whisper. Grabbing the baby monitor to carry with me, I quietly head out of the room in search of her mother.
My cock twitches at the thought of Grace. Lately we haven’t had time to make love because of Luna’s teething problems. But, with my princess fast asleep, I can’t wait to wring as many orgasms as I can from my sexy siren. I exit the house, heading to the dancing studio. Grace told me earlier that she’d be preparing a new dance for her teenage students participating in a national dance competition. I might even watch her dance for a while before we head back to the house.
The thought causes my dick to grow harder as I imagine her body in a sexy dancing outfit. But as I get to the studio, the lights are off. I frown slightly. I know she can only be back in the mansion, but I wonder why she didn’t let me know when she came in. I head back in the direction I came, lengthening my strides.
In no time, I’m walking up the stairs and heading down the hallway.
“Grace,” I call as I open the door to our suite, listening for a response. I walk deeper into the room to find it empty, heightening my confusion.
Where could she be?
I start to check all the suites in the ground floor, including the library, theater, and gym. And still, no sign of my wife. Suddenly, a thought niggles at the back of my mind, and I head back up the stairs, taking my time. For some reason, I feel certain I know where she is now.
Finally, I’m entering the kink room. I close the door behind me, slowly taking in the scene in front of me. My wife is on her knees in a submission pose. Her back is straight and poised, her knees pulled tightly together with her palms facing up, resting on her thighs. It’s both reverent and trusting.
My cock jerks as I take in her outfit. It’s red lingerie, similar to what she was wearing the very first time I saw her on that stage. Her nipples are visible through the sheer fabric, lace only barely covers her pussy, and beneath that is a red garter, circling her thighs. Heat rushes down my spine. Ever since she gave birth to Luna, she has grown thicker and curvier, her hourglass shape driving me wild with lust.
“Stand,” I order sharply.
I know she enjoys my sharp bark of command, and I watch her breathing change as she quickly obeys. “You had me looking all over for you. It took me ages to find you. What should I do with you?” I ask in a soft, terse tone, getting into the scene.
“I should be punished, sir,” she answers breathlessly.
I wait a beat, staring at her subservient stance, building anticipation, and then I head toward the rows of shelves containing sex toys, my bare feet soundless on the polished floors. I pick up a small egg-like vibrator with a remote attached to it by a long, thin cable, then return to stand before her.
“Your hands behind your back, sweetheart. No touching,” I command.
When she complies, I bend and slide my right hand between her thighs, widening her legs. My finger grazes the damp fabric covering her slick sex and I inhale sharply, my gut tightening with need. I pull the scrap of lace aside and slowly slip my fingers between her slippery folds, circling her clit until she’s moaning aloud. Then I slide two fingers inside her wet pussy, groaning low in my throat as her walls close around them.
I stroke once, then twice before removing my fingers. I insert the small vibrator, switching it on to a low vibrating frequency. She jerks slightly and moans at the intrusion, gripping her hands tightly.
“You’re not allowed to come until I give the order. That’s your punishment,” I say in a low tone. Then I order sharply, “Come with me.” I head to the huge bed, Grace walking closely behind me.
I sit at the edge and unbutton my jeans, pulling down the zipper to free my stiff cock. “Kneel and suck my cock clean,” I command.
“Y-yes, sir,” she answers, her eyes dilating in response.
She closes her lips around my cock head, prompting me to swallow a groan of pleasure. I pick up the remote, turning on the vibrating egg to the highest frequency, and I watch her body jerk softly in reaction. She moans deep in her throat, sending vibrations down my cock as she slides her tongue around it.
Pleasure builds inside me as I watch her blissful face and quivering body. I reach for her hair, gripping it just as her hand circles the base of my length. The warmth of her soft skin stroking my cock fuels my desire as she bobs her head on my hard shaft. Her whole body trembles from the intensity of her need to climax, causing her to suck me deeper into her mouth until my dick hits the back of her throat.
As her need to orgasm climbs higher, she slowly grinds her hips, bucking softly on the carpeted floor and moaning against my cock. I take pity on her and turn down the frequency of the vibrating egg, easing her need to come and giving in to the growing sensations building in my balls with every suck. I continue to change the vibrating frequency of the egg from high to low at intervals until she’s writhing and moaning loudly against my shaft, and I’m thrusting into her mouth.
Heat grows inside me, hot and wild, fueling my raging desire. “Suck me harder,” I growl, my voice harsh with potent need.
Grace looks up at me, her moss-green eyes pleading and simmering with potent desire, and I take pity on her. I’ve always been unable to say no when she looks at me that way.
“Come now,” I say firmly, while turning up the vibrator to the highest frequency. “As many times as you can.”
“Hmmph!” She jerks hard as she climaxes, sucking me deeper until she gags.
I can’t help it—my orgasm spills out and I grunt loudly, gripping her hair as I jet my cum into her mouth. She sucks hard, swallowing it all down until I’m spent. My breath comes out in ragged pants, mingling with loud whimpers and moans as another orgasm ripples through her entire body. As I watch her quivering body and cloudy gaze, my semi-hard cock grows harder.
“Please, sir,” she begs, trembling. Then she reaches out to clutch my knee as another bout of pleasure racks her body.
Swiftly, I rearrange my cock in my jeans, trying to halt the growing need to fuck her hard into the floor. Instead, I watch her writhe and quiver at the mounting pleasure inside her.
“Look at me,” I command. I love to look at her face as she comes. It’s a glorious sight.
She complies just in time for her body to seize and jerk as another climax spills out of her. “Argh!” she screams, her voice echoing in the room.
As she trembles and grinds her hips, her low moans grow until I’m sure she’s gearing up for another orgasm. I pick up the remote beside me and switch off the vibrator, then slowly pull it out of her soaking wet pussy, eliciting a soft whimper from her lips. I sit beside her on the bed, enfolding her in my arms.
“Did I please you, sir?” Grace purrs softly.
I smile down at her, pressing a soft kiss to her nose. “Very much, love. You were very good for me. Good enough to deserve your gift, I think.”
Her eyes widen theatrically. “A gift?” she rasps, her voice having gone hoarse from her orgasms.
I rise to retrieve a small box from across the room, and return to where Grace sits on the bed, skin flushed and strands of hair in disarray around her face. Gorgeous.
I open the box with a flourish to display the gift—a luxurious golden collar, studded with an array of small diamonds.
She gasps, and I revel in the clear delight on her face.
“You like it?” I ask her, knowing the answer.
“I love it, sir. May I please wear it now?”
I chuckle as I fasten it around her slender neck. “Yes. And you’ll wear it every time we play.” I lean back to admire the sight of her, the sparkling band against her smooth skin. “It means you’re mine.”
Her eyes glow with love.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask her.
“I belong to you, sir.”
“Who controls your pleasure, and gives you everything you need?”
“You do, sir.”
“So, you’ll take everything I give you?” She nods. “And you’re ready for my cock?” Another emphatic nod and the hint of a grin.
“Yes sir,” she replies.
“Good girl.”
I rise from the bed and bend to lift her in my arms and carry her toward the wooden cross. She slips her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulders, her breathing coming out in soft gasps, teasing at my skin.
I place her in front of the wooden structure with anticipation brimming inside me.
“Your back to the cross,” I order in my Dom voice.
I slowly undress her, a little sorry to the see the lingerie go, but loving the sight of her wearing nothing but my collar. Once she’s naked, I slide my gaze over her tan flesh and sopping wet pussy, my cock straining against my jeans with the need to penetrate her. Instead, I cuff her wrists and ankles to the wood, my cock growing harder at the image she creates, diamonds glinting at her throat. I move back to inspect my work and let out a groan of satisfaction at her widened stance of surrender and the eager excitement in her eyes.
My gaze travels down to her slick sex, and I can’t resist the urge to kneel before her and take a swipe. She jerks softly, already sensitive from her previous climaxes. I look up to find her dark eyes on me, and I slowly lick the juices on her engorged clit, delighting in the widening of her eyes, panting breath, and the slight jerk of her hips.
Knowing she can only stay in place while I wrangle moans of pleasure from her lips sends desire shooting down to my stiff cock. I slowly close my mouth over her clit and nip slightly, only to ease the ache with soothing licks, reveling in her whimpers. Then I suck hard on the swollen nub, allowing her soft moans to wash over me as she quivers and buckles her hips. I slide two fingers into her hot, slick channel, stroking deep.
She moans, grinding into my mouth as she comes and I swallow down her juices.
I rise to my feet and lean in to take her lips in mine, sharing and savoring her taste. Satisfied, I walk toward the shelves to pick up a soft leather paddle, lube, and an anal plug. Then I head to the ice box and place some ice cubes in the cup beside it.
I head back to Grace, taking in the blatant excitement in her eyes as she watches me arrange the sex toys and ice on the platform beside the cross. I pour some lube on my right hand and rub it around her rim. Then I gently slip a finger inside the tight hole, the lubricant making it easy. I extract my finger from her ass, adding more lube, and this time I squeeze in two fingers and stroke gently. Soon as she starts to grind against my hand, and I remove my fingers and slowly insert the small anal plug.
“How does it feel?” I ask, reaching out to stroke her pussy.
“It burns a bit, but I feel full, sir,” she replies.
“Good girl.”
I go back to the platform and pick up the leather paddle and an ice cube. Then I slowly walk back, watching for a while as her breathing spikes in anticipation and the ice slowly melts. She lets out a soft moan as I gradually trace the ice around her right nipple, and I watch as it peaks before my gaze. I move to the other nipple and do the same, teasing out soft whimpers until the ice melts and liquid trails down her quivering stomach.
Then, I gently slap the paddle against her tight nipples, her loud moan of pleasure spurring me on. Her flesh turns a bright pink before my eyes with every snap of my hands. She writhes against the wood, grinding her hips as I gradually move down to her thighs, taking care not to touch her wet sex. Her loud whimpers climb higher, turning into moans as she pleads.
“Please, sir,” she begs softly.
“Please what, love?” I ask as I reach out for more ice cubes, tracing one over her reddened flesh.
“I-I need you to fuck me, sir,” she says in a trembling voice.
“You what?” I growl, slapping the leathery paddle directly on her clit.
“I want your cock, sir!” she shouts hoarsely as she orgasms hard.
I discard the paddle, place the other ice cube in my mouth, then push down my jeans and enter her in one deep stroke. Her lips open in a wordless cry as her walls clamp hard on my cock.
“Look at me as I give you exactly what you need. Watch me fuck you to oblivion,” I growl harshly.
Grace opens her eyes, and the dark pleasure in them sparks the raging inferno of desire searing up my insides. The ice has melted, but I lean down to suck her nipples into my cold mouth, eliciting loud whimpers from her lips. I alternate between her nipples and at the same time reach down to twist the plug in her asshole, adding to the sensations coursing through her.
I push my cock deeper, hitting her spot with every thrust. The ache inside me builds, and I increase the speed of my thrusts. The growing ache inside me reaches a peak, drawing my balls tight.
I close my lips over hers, swallowing her moans and kissing her hard and deep. Our tongues tangle like writhing bodies, setting my body alight. I reach down to pull out the plug as I slam deeper into her.
Grace breaks the kiss, screaming long and loud, squeezing me hard as she goes off the edge yet again.
“Fuck!” I shout, jerking hard and shooting my cum deep inside her.
Sweat rolls down my temples as I thrust shallowly, and my breath comes out in short busts. I wait until her tremors subside, and then I slowly withdraw my spent cock.
I release the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, hugging her close, and then I lift her trembling body in my arms, peppering her face with kisses. “That was perfect, love. You’re such a good girl for me. You took my cock so well, baby. Are you okay, sweetheart?” I ask softly as I carry her away from the cross and to the bed.
She yawns tiredly, then grins up at me. “I’m perfect.”
I sit at the edge of the bed, gently massaging her wrists and ankles, ensuring blood circulation. “I love you,” I whisper, unclasping the collar and returning it to its velvet box where it will await our next session. Smiling down at her, I take her lips in mine and drink in her warmth and heat.
Once I release her lips, she smiles up at me and responds, “I love you too.”
I scoop her into my arms and carry her through the halls of our home, both of us naked but too exhausted to bother with clothes. In our bedroom, we slide under the covers and curl up together, her back to my front. I wrap my arm around her, stroking the soft skin of her hips, her stomach, her breasts, and I press soft kisses to her hair as she drifts off to sleep.
I don’t know how I got so lucky as to be able to call this woman mine, but I know I’m never letting her go.
~The End