Epilogue
ALI
Five years later…
The house creaks, sending a thrill through my chest.
Is that him?
It’s just past midnight and I’m on the couch in the downstairs living room, pretending to be asleep. He was out this evening, providing extra security for a staff outing the firm had organized at some new upscale sauna that recently opened in town. And I’ve been craving his touch since he left, knowing he’ll be sneaking back into the house when he’s finished, just like he used to do when we first began courting each other with our twisted ways.
We moved in together the week after I came back to him. I spent the next few days nursing him back to his full strength in my apartment that he just eventually brought his things over and cancelled the lease on his place. Six months later, we found this nice little cottage just outside town and put a down payment on it together.
We tried to live like a normal couple and have normal sex, but we realized quickly that wasn’t going to work for us. We’re just both built differently, as they say. We need that thrill, that rush, that tingling sensation I get from our naughty little game we play together. And we’re both absolutely obsessed with each other.
Parker watches me from afar whenever he’s not working, and I go about my day knowing my man is always near. And then when I can find a spare minute from my psychiatry practice, I’ve got my eyes on him. Not because I’m jealous or suspicious. Not anymore. But because I can’t stand being away from him. We’re both addicted to each other, and although we just celebrated our five-year anniversary, every day I spend with him feels fresh and new.
Once I came back to him, we spent weeks indulging in one another. I barely got any schoolwork done, and it was finally Parker who forced me to get back to my old ways of doing things so I wouldn’t end up flunking out. He always shakes his head when I tell him I owe at least half of my degree to him, but it’s the truth.
I don’t know where I would be without him.
Our love for each other seems to compound in intensity with every day that goes by. I see couples in town, at work, who roll their eyes and tease us about how we’ll eventually get sick of each other, but I know that’s not true. I could never grow tired of Parker. He’s the light in the darkness that was my life. My foundation. No matter how many times he crawls through my window or slides inside me when I’m pretending to be sleeping, I will never feel anything but bliss.
I hear another creak and feel the telltale chill of the night air on the back of my neck. A smile comes over my lips.
He’s back.
My body starts to tingle as I picture him stalking across the dark living room, looking down at me as I lie motionless on the couch. It was Parker who hinted at wanting me down here tonight. It was a simple comment he made in passing this morning before leaving for work, but I picked up on it. I pick up on everything with him, and that’s why I’m down here tonight. It’s my job to please my man. And his fantasies are mine.
My heart leaps into my throat as I hear the faint sound of his feet crossing the hardwood floor. I smell his scent as he approaches, causing my body to warm all over with anticipation.
And then I feel the gentle pull on the blanket covering me. He’s here.
I’m wearing nothing but a green thong as I lie on my stomach below him. The only thing I truly wish is that I could see his face now as he takes in my mostly-naked body. Not because I need my ego stroked or anything but because I want to know I’m making my man happy.
I do my best to keep my breathing steady as he leans down and gently drags his lips across the back of my neck, sending a delightful shiver up my spine.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, just low enough to not wake me if I were sleeping.
This is our game. Our kinky little game that we love to play together. But tonight, there’s something else on my mind, and I can’t hold back any longer.
As I hear the zipper come down on Parker’s pants, I roll over onto my back and open my eyes up at him. I see a wild surprise in them as he stares back down at me, but he can’t stop himself from drinking in my body, dragging his gaze across my breasts.
“Sorry,” he apologizes. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
It’s a joke. We both know it.
I keep my eyes on him as I pull my panties aside, an obvious invitation. Parker’s eyes narrow with desire, and he leans over me while reaching in between his legs. I feel his swollen crown begin to spread me and take a deep breath as he presses inside my warm valley.
“Did you miss me?” he asks.
Biting my lower lip, I nod up at him. “You know I did, Daddy. Did you miss me?”
“You know I did.” He smirks, rutting deeper, forcing me to stretch around his girth. The sensation grips me, takes me, and causes me to reach up and wrap my arms around his muscled neck. Parker is in the best shape of his life right now. He’s an absolute marvel of masculinity.
“Christ, you feel so good,” he groans, pressing his lips to my neck. Goose bumps spread across my limbs, and my heart flutters with the anticipation of what I’m about to tell him.
“I want to apologize again for leaving you, Daddy.”
Parker’s eyes flash with confusion. He cocks his head to the side. “Ali, baby. You know I’m not still angry about that.”
“You say that, but I want to prove it to you.”
“Prove it to me?” he asks.
I nod and hook my legs around his waist like a pair of pliers, pulling him deeper into me, so deep it feels like I’m about to be hollowed out. But it’s so delicious. The way he dominates me so easily is just beyond sexy.
“I went off my birth control,” I whimper. “I want you to get me pregnant.”
A smile spreads quickly across Parker’s face. He’s been wanting this for a while. I know. He just hasn’t said anything because he didn’t want to put any pressure on me.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
“Yes.” I nod. “I can’t ever be without you, Daddy. You know that.”
“And I could never be without you.”
Warmth radiates throughout me as he thrusts down onto me, pounding me like the tiny little thing I am compared to his enormity.
“I love you,” I moan as my orgasm approaches.
“I love you too,” he replies, threading his strong fingers through my hair. “I love you, baby.”
And like we always do, we go off together. And it’s incredible. And nine months later, we welcome a little baby boy into our family. Our non-normal but wonderfully loving family.
The End