Epilogue
LUCY
Some Months Later
“Good work today, Lucy,” my animal behavior professor at Reina said to me as we filed out of class. “Professor Putrovski was right; you’re a great addition to the program.”
At Professor Putrovski’s name, I winced.
Since she hadn’t had tenure, she’d left Tabb under less than auspicious circumstances, and I was one of the few people who knew why.
But before she’d left, she’d written me the recommendation letter she’d promised, which had been the last thing I needed to get into the pre-vet program I’d been dreaming about.
So far, the classes had been excellent, and it looked like vet school—and my future—were within reach.
“Thank you,” I told my new professor. I glanced at my phone. “I have somewhere to be, so I’ll see you tomorrow!”
I headed out to the parking lot, getting in the car Coach had bought me.
I’d pointed out to him that I had a substantial inheritance, but then he’d told me he was paying so I let it go, donating the money I would’ve spent on a car to a local animal shelter.
I put on Sabrina, singing along as I drove off campus and through the city until I reached the Gehenom Beasts’ arena, parking in my usual spot before heading into the building.
It was a space I knew well from my childhood, but now, as the girlfriend of their head coach, it had new meaning.
Some people treated us strangely when they figured out our original relationship, but I brushed it off.
After all, I was someone who was made for scandal, and seeing people’s shocked looks and hearing their whispers made me laugh.
Like Blake said, I was trouble, and by being with him and flaunting our relationship publicly, all I was doing was living the promise of the nickname he’d given me.
Heading down the hall, I knocked on his office door.
When he opened it, he was on the phone. I went to wait on the couch, but he shook his head.
“Hold on one second,” he told whoever he was speaking to, covering the speaker.
“Strip,” he told me.
Watching me, he continued his conversation—something about a trade—raising an eyebrow as I hesitated.
His eyes grew hard, and he walked up to me, still talking on the phone as he ripped my dress open, buttons flying everywhere.
Not wanting him to do the same to my bra, because finding bras in my size was practically impossible, I quickly opened the clasp and slid it off, along with my destroyed dress and my panties, until I was standing there, naked except for my heels.
Coach’s green eyes darkened with desire as he looked me over, and I shivered.
We must have fucked hundreds of times by now, but every time he saw me, he had the same look of desperate, out of control worship that he’d had the first time.
He’d called me a miracle a few times, and after a while, I had no choice but to believe him.
He pointed at his desk, and I walked toward it and waited like a good girl, until he circled his finger a few times, signaling that he wanted me to face it. As I did, he pushed down on my naked back, sending shivers through me as he forced me to bend over the desk.
“Handle it,” he told whoever it was on the phone, and hung up.
“Ah fuck, sweetheart, you look so pretty like that,” he said, bending over and placing a kiss on my spine, sending even more shivers everywhere.
I squirmed.
He tapped my inner thigh.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, and I did.
Satisfied, he opened the drawer, pulling a few things out of it, closing it again, and then walking around behind it, placing the items out of eyesight.
“You know what would look even prettier, Lucy?”
“What?” I asked, a little breathless as he stroked a hand over my hip.
“My cock up that tight little ass,” he said, tone serious, and I heard the pop of a tube being opened. Cold gel was spread over my opening in circles before Blake pushed it inside with his fingers.
I forced myself to relax. We’d played enough with butt plugs and fingers that I knew it would hurt more if I was tense. We’d never done this, but I wanted to. I wanted to do everything with him.
“Good, good girl,” he praised in a low voice as he fucked one finger into my ass, then two, squeezing out more lube from the tube and working it generously into my tight hole.
I heard one more squeeze, and then a zipper, and then, the best sound of all, the wet sound of a lubed hand working over his thick, hard cock.
“We’re going to see if you can come just from this,” Blake said. “Usually I’d get you off by playing with your pussy, but you’re such a good girl, I bet you can have an anal orgasm for daddy, can’t you?”
His words, exciting and terrifying, made me clench.
“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s right,” he said, picking up on it. “Now, relax, release your breath, and bear down.”
I did as he said, and then his cock was right there at my entrance, making me jump from the tingly feeling of him right there.
“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothed, holding me still by a hip as he slowly worked his cock into my ass. “Just the tip so far. You can take it. You’re okay.”
I was, but I already felt stretched wide from the thickness of his cock. I felt stretched wider as he pushed in deeper, and with a popping sensation, made it past the ring keeping him out.
“Ah yeah, so goddamn tight,” he groaned, laying his front over my back and dropping a kiss on my neck. “We’ve got a ways to go. Deep breaths for daddy.”
And then he slid in, deeper and deeper, waking up nerve endings I’d never known existed.
As they came to life, so did I, the sensation of him in my ass and his murmured praise in my ear, good girl and you feel so fucking gorgeous like this making my nipples go tight and my clit pulse with pleasure.
Still, pain radiated from my ass, my body protesting the pressure as he kept tunneling inside me without pause.
I keened from the confusing, topsy-turvy feeling where hurt and heaven intersected, and he laughed.
“We’re only about halfway there, troublemaker. Relax for daddy now, I promise it’s going to feel so good.”
“It hurts, daddy,” I whined.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Shhh, you can do this for me, can’t you? You like to make daddy’s cock feel good, don’t you? You’re being such a good girl, and—” he groaned, “we’re almost—” another groan, “—there.”
With that he sighed, his balls resting against my ass cheeks.
“That’s so good. You’re so good, taking all of me. How does it feel?”
“Tight,” I said.
“Yeah,” he agreed, voice low with lust.
“Full,” I added.
“Good. You should. You should feel so full that when I’m not inside you, you feel like something’s missing.”
He rested there a bit, quiet, and I rested with him too, even as a feeling built inside my ass, similar to the way my pussy felt when he stayed still inside me there, but different.
Darker, hotter, confusingly good and bad at the same time.
Without realizing it, I began to writhe under him, making him laugh.
“Yeah, you need me to fuck you now, don’t you. I thought so. Just one second though, there’s one more thing I need to do.”
He reached over for something else, and then his hand was gripping mine, separating my fingers and slipping cool metal over my left ring finger.
My heart stuttered to a stop as I stared at the huge princess-cut diamond on my finger.
“Blake?” I asked, voice trembling.
“That’s not what you call me when I’m inside you,” he reminded me.
I ignored him. This was too monumental to call him daddy.
“Blake, what is that?”
He humphed. “Pretty sure that’s an engagement ring.”
I mean, yes. It was. But—
“You cannot propose to me with your dick up my ass!” I yelled.
He laughed. “Too bad, that’s what I’m doing.
I’m not asking, Lucy. I’m telling you, yes, with my cock nestled high in your tight little ass.
You’re going to marry me, and you’re going to have my babies, and I’m going to fuck your pussy and your mouth and this tight little ass for the rest of your life. Say, ‘yes, daddy.’”
“Blake,” I protested—not at the proposal, but the circumstances of it.
He slapped my ass, hard.
“Say, ‘yes, daddy,’” he repeated, his voice now low with warning.
I opened my mouth, and he shunted his hips even further forward. Before, I thought he’d been as deep as he could be. Before, I thought I’d felt full. Now, I felt him everywhere, and that pleasure-pain feeling spread, my ass clenching around him, as I squeaked:
“Yes, daddy.”
“Perfect,” he groaned, and I wasn’t sure if it was my agreement to his proposal or the way I’d just squeezed his cock with my ass. “I love you, sweetheart,” he said. “But now I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to hold the fuck on while I do it.”
He spread his hands over mine, holding me flat on the table, and withdrew slightly, only to push back in, slow at first, then faster and faster, as he repeated how much he loved me again and again, stirring my insides with his cock and adding a melting feeling to my stomach as my nipples got stiffer and my clit pulsed harder and I began to moan from how overwhelming the pleasure was.
“I love you so goddamn much, sweetheart,” he said, his voice barely audible above his growl and rasp, as his hips slapped behind mine, powering into me over and over, his cock sliding over all those nerve endings and making my head spin.
“I love you so fucking much, and what I’d really love is if you’d—ah, yeah, that’s it, clench that ass around daddy’s cock.
That feels so fucking good, you have no idea. ”
My body basically melted against the desk, my toes curling in my shoes, as my pussy started clenching in time with my ass, an abyss looming in front of me, terrifying and exhilarating.
I felt so good, so shockingly good, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to send me deep into that unfamiliar territory.
All it took, in fact, was Blake saying, “Come for me, little wife, come hard,” and pleasure erupted inside me and I must have screamed his name as I tumbled down, down, down. With a roar of my name, he followed me, shoving deep and bathing my insides with his hot cum.
Finally, he rested against my back, tugging my hair to turn my head so he could kiss me, sweetly and reverently, over and over.
I kissed him back, shaken to my core, literally.
Finally he stopped, asking me, “How was that?”
“I—I—I—”
He laughed.
“I never expected you to be at a loss for words.”
“I don’t know.” I also laughed. “I guess that was amazing? It blew my mind for sure, I’ve forgotten how to think.”
“Good.” He kissed me again. “My fucking wife. God, that sounds so damn good, I want to fuck you all over again.”
I protested with a whimper, and he promised, “When we get home and get you cleaned up. But I don’t want to neglect that mouth or your pussy, do I?”
“No, you don’t,” I sighed, as he pulled out of my ass, sending aftershocks through me, then lifted me up in his arms and carried me to his desk chair, placing me on his lap and stroking my hair, soothing me from the intensity of the experience.
I sighed, loving the way he loved me.
“I love you, Coach,” I told him.
“I know, little troublemaker. But you can tell me every minute we’re together for the rest of our lives if you want to. Because I plan on doing that for you.”
And you know what?
That’s exactly what he did.