Epilogue 2
Axel
Four Years Later
“ D adddddddy,” Harlowe shouts from across the house. She repeats the word over and over, each time louder as she approaches. “Daddy, I have a question.”
“Of course you do, pretty girl.”
Raising twins has been a challenge to say the least, but we manage. Harlowe happens to take after her mother, with bratty tendencies and a wild, partly feral nature. Mia, who is currently painting my nails all the colors of the rainbow, is more reserved and chill… like me.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see my wife’s very pregnant photo lighting up the lock screen.
I swipe to answer with my free hand and before I can say a word, my wife whisper-shouts, “I swear on my life, if she wakes up Tenley, there will be hell to pay. I can hear her from the other side of the house!”
Tenley–daughter number three–is sleeping soundly in the crib in the corner. She’s six months old now, and I’ve finally convinced Wrinley to go out tonight. “She’s sound asleep, baby.”
“Daddy, what’s a dick?” Harlowe spits out.
My face twists in confusion. “Excuse me?”
“Aaaaand, that’s my queue to go. Loveyoubyeeeee.” The phone clicks off and I look back at my mischievous daughter wondering where the fuck she heard that word. If I have it my way, she’ll be thirty-seven before she ever says it again.
“Where did you hear that word, missy?” I ask, pulling her onto my lap and holding her close with my arm around her waist.
“Probably Mommy,” Mia cuts in.
“Mommy said to Auntie Arabella that you’re a dick and I asked her what that means. She told me to ask you.”
“Ahhhhh. I see. I’ll tell you what… you go tell mommy, I’ll tell her later tonight when we go on our special date.
” I place her back down on the floor and pat her little butt, sending her back to her pain-in-my-ass mother in the other room.
“Oh, and Harlowe… that is officially a no-no word.” She giggles and runs off.
My little girl is going to be the death of me one day.
My wife, on the other hand, thinks she’s cute. I’ll show her how cute she is with my dick stuffed down her throat later.
Wrinley
“Are you sure they’ll be okay?” I ask tentatively as we pull up to Gravity. “Tenley is still a pretty needy baby. She had that bit of colic last week.”
“Baby, they’ll be fine. Oaklynn loves hanging out with her cousins and I’m sure she’ll just put Tenley and Xander together in the crib and they’ll be just fine, too.
” My husband is oddly relaxed tonight considering he’s the one that’s usually high-strung when we leave them.
“I swear my sister thinks she’s in a fucking race with you.
Poor Ryker will be eighty by the time they go off to college if they keep trying to match us baby for baby. ”
“Can’t you just be happy for her?”
“I am happy for her. I’m just saying… we’re not done, so the poor guy better pick up a bottle of viagra or some shit, because I plan on putting more babies in you. They’re going to have to work hard to keep up.”
I stifle a laugh at my husband’s poor attempt at humor.
I happen to know how hard motherhood has been on Ari.
She just wants to pour her love into her babies and I get it but despite their shitty upbringing, both her and my husband are naturally the most loving, attentive and present parents.
I can’t see either of them failing at parenthood.
“You’re impossible, husband. You need to be nicer to your sister and her husband. Sometimes, I swear, I’m not sure if you actually like them or not.”
“I love my sister and Ryker isn’t bad either.
I just find it funny that she always happens to get pregnant right after you.
” He chuckles lightly as he opens my door, lending me a hand to help me down.
“I’m just joking, mostly. It makes it easy for childcare, so the girls have someone to play with that’s close to their age. I’m not mad at that.”
I take his hand and hop down, pulling the hem of my too short dress down my legs to hide my ass that I almost showed to every car driving by. “You don’t seem to have that same opinion when it’s us watching Oaklynn and Xander.” I raise a taunting eyebrow. Take that, husband.
“Can we go in now and stop talking about kids?”
That’s what I fucking thought.
“Wait… How am I supposed to keep a dance studio running smoothly if you keep knocking me up?”
“Guess you’ll have to hire some help,” he shrugs. Fucking asshole. “Let’s fucking go before we jinx ourselves and get a call that we have to go home.”
“Fine.”
We walk in through the employee entrance, hand in hand. I glance down and my heart flutters when I see our tattoos lined up. Axel insists we hold hands this very specific way, for this specific reason and I don’t think I’d do it differently if I had a choice.
Axel rushes me past the bar, where Roxie and Jake are busy getting drinks and he pulls me into the kink corridor.
We walk past rooms I’ve never been in and honestly have no interest–at least not now–and stop at a very familiar door.
It’s the same door I came to where he finger banged me while pretending to be a stranger.
The Pet Play room.
“You ready, baby?” he asks with a fucking smug smirk plastered onto his gorgeous face.
“What exactly are we going to do in there?” I ask, my voice choking out the last couple of words.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out soon enough. Don’t tell me you’re ready to bitch out already?”
“You’re such a fucking dick. You know that?”
He opens the door, pointing inside as he says. “That mouth is exactly what’s earned you a punishment tonight. Let’s not make things worse for you than they already are, yeah?”
Fuck my life.
I’d like to say he’s freaking me out, but my vagina is so fucking drenched, it’s clear she’s about to turn on me. The bitch is always on his side and it pisses me off. I stomp through the doorway in my heels like a petulant child and huff when I get to the center of the room.
I’ve never really fantasized about pet play, but not knowing what he’s going to do, has my mind working in overdrive. Who am I kidding? I want this. Whatever this is.
The door clicks shut, followed by the lock.
I didn’t hear him move, but he’s already behind me with his hands on my shoulders and his warm breath against my ear. “Remember your safeword?”
“Y-yes,” I pant. The evidence of my arousal is already dripping down my legs, signaling I’m ready to get this show on the road.
He doesn’t waste any time, as he takes care to slowly undress me, one article of clothing at a time. Each piece is slid sensually off my body, his hands lightly caressing my skin, every movement met with intention.
As soon as he’s finished, he pushes at the space between my shoulderblades until I bend at the waist and he orders, “Touch your toes and don’t fucking move.”
I do as he says, my body open and exposed to him from behind. It’s not the first time he’s seen me so intimately, but it never fails to send goosebumps across my flesh at his inspection.
“Look at my pretty holes,” he assesses, sliding a hand from the globe of my right ass cheek until his thumb can land against my back entrance. “Both so tight and ready for me to fill. What ever should I do with them?”
When I don’t answer, he pulls back and lands a tight slap against my ass.
“That was a question, baby. The polite thing to do would be to answer me.” Fuck, he’s been spending too much time with Hayes and Ryker. They’re clearly rubbing off on him.
“Whatever you want,” I answer quickly. I’m tempted to push back like I usually do, but I’m very curious where this is headed.
“Well that’s fucking obvious.” His tone is light but mocking and it sets every nerve ending on fire as I realize he’s about to go down one of my favorite degrading rabbit holes. “Be a good little whore and tell me something I don’t fucking know.”
“Fuck them? Fill them?” I offer, trying to find the answer he’s looking for.
“I think filling at least one of them is a great idea.” Before I can respond, a cold liquid drips down the crack of my ass, catching his thumb as he rubs it into my back hole and pushes his thumb into me just enough to send a wave of pleasure through my core.
I really shouldn’t love it this much when he plays with my ass, but he’s so damn good at it.
“Damn, baby, your asshole is so greedy tonight. It’s squeezing my thumb tighter than usual.
Lucky for you, I have something better for it than that. ”
I move to stand just so I can see what he’s doing, but he stops me with a hand on my back.
Then there’s cold and pressure where his thumb used to be and he’s pushing something inside me.
The pressure feels delicious as I work to relax the tight ring of muscle so whatever it is can find its way inside.
“Atta girl,” Axel praises just as it pops in and I realize it’s definitely a butt plug.
What I didn’t expect was to feel soft fur against the skin of my inner thighs as what looks like a fox tail falls between my legs.
What the actual fuck? “What? You didn’t think we were going to play in a pet room and not stick with the theme did you?
Don’t worry, I’ll save the real kinky shit for another time.
We’re here to have a little fun and use this room for its purpose, since we didn’t get to it the first time we were in here. ”
I can’t stop the scoff that leaves my lips. “Excuse me, asshole. I didn’t even know that was you!”
“Did I say you could speak, whore?” he reprimands, causing me to bite my lip with the urge to make this less easy on him. “Stand and spread those fucking legs.”
I guess the room is appropriate, because like a trained dog, I follow his order.
“Go ahead, baby. It’s okay to bite back. I like it,” he whispers in my ear and it’s all the reassurance I need.