Epilogue
Cooper
Four Months Later
“Easy like Sunday morning ,” I sang to myself under the hot spray of water. Once I’d rinsed all the soap away, I turned off the shower and glanced around for my towel.
Ooops.
“Daddy?” I shouted. “Could you grab me a towel, please!”
Less than a minute later, Patrick appeared in the doorway, large fluffy bath towel in hand.
“It’ll cost you,” he said.
“Oh yeah? How much?” I grinned at him.
“At least three kisses.” Patrick brought the towel over to me, and I paid up. He tasted like toothpaste and coffee.
When I stepped out of the shower, he rubbed a hand over my butt. “Still nice and pink from last night.” He smirked, and I glanced over my shoulder to look.
Yesterday had been my birthday, and apparently that had meant a celebratory spanking. I wasn’t complaining, though, I’d come so hard I’d almost blacked out.
“It stings a bit. Could you rub some cream into it, please?” I reached for the lotion on the side and handed it over.
Was I capable of doing it myself? Yes. Did we both prefer it when he did it? Definitely, yes.
Daddy rubbed the cream into my tender skin, taking far more time with it than warranted.
“What time do we need to leave?” he asked.
“I said we’d get there for 1.”
We were having lunch at my mom and Abbie’s with Axel and Dylan to celebrate my birthday. Patrick had offered to take us all out for a fancy meal, but all I really wanted was everyone I loved around a table, and there wasn’t much that I enjoyed more than Abbie’s roast chicken.
Once I brushed my teeth, I wandered back into the bedroom to look for some clothes.
I’d officially moved in here two months ago.
To mark the fresh start, we’d picked out paint colours together and bought new bedding. The walls were now a calming sea-blue colour. Patrick had cleared out half his wardrobe and dresser to fit my stuff in, and I was just about getting used to the fact this was my home now too.
One of the big changes we’d made was turning the spare bedroom into a playroom. We pretty much exclusively used that room for scenes, as we’d agreed that, for us, keeping our bedroom as a space where we were always equals was important.
Patrick still helped me keep on top of a lot of my life admin with reminders and rewards, but we agreed that anything close to a 24/7 dynamic wasn’t right for us.
I pulled out some dark-blue jeans that I knew Patrick liked on me and a dark-green polo since it was July and pretty hot out.
Patrick came in and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “I can’t believe my boyfriend is only twenty-four. I’m such a lech.” He kissed my neck, making me shiver.
“A very sexy lech,” I said and snickered.
Patrick pinched the skin on my hip. “Oi. You were supposed to tell me I’m not a lech.” He pouted.
“Daddy,” I said, feigning seriousness. “You have a very strict rule about me always being honest.” I grinned and ducked out of his reach, giggling as he tried to grab for me.
“You little shit!”
We arrived on time to Mom and Abbie’s despite getting a little… sidetracked at home. If I’d thought my arse had been red before… oh boy.
I winced when I took a seat at the dining table, and Patrick grinned so wide his dimple was showing.
“Did you have a good day yesterday?” Mom asked as she poured Patrick a glass of wine and me a beer.
“Yeah, thanks. Patrick surprised me with tickets to that big monster truck show over in Raynard. It was wild.”
Mom smiled like she desperately wanted to understand the appeal of this but couldn’t. “That sounds… um—”
“—like a lot of fun,” Abbie interrupted.
Ever since my graveside chat with Abbie, Mom had been trying, in her own way, to connect with me a bit more. I couldn’t say we’d made a tonne of progress, but it was nice all the same.
“Helloooooooo. Everyone’s favourite Bailey is here!” Dylan shouted as he burst through the front door.
“It’s my birthday. Surely today I get to be the favourite Bailey,” I said, arching an eyebrow at him as he joined us in the kitchen/dining room.
Dylan bounced over and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Your birthday was yesterday. But you’ll always be my favourite brother.” He smacked a kiss to my cheek before grabbing the bag Axel was holding and handing it back to me.
“I think Patrick is going to really enjoy this gift,” Dylan said, grinning like a menace. “It’s loud.”
I tore into the wrapping paper and laughed at the contents. It was a karaoke machine.
“That’s fine with me,” Patrick said, smiling at the present. “Cooper can sing.” He winked at me as Dylan clutched at his chest in mock offence.
“Ax, aren’t you going to defend me!”
“You have a lot of great qualities,” Axel began. “Singing, however…”
“Oh my god. Mother, you’re a lawyer, this is clearly slander. Charge them or something,” Dylan said in outrage.
“I’ll get right on that,” Mom replied, laughing.
I’d worried that Patrick and Dylan might never get along, but I’d discovered that they both seemed to take great joy in winding the other up, and they bickered more like brothers than Dylan and I did.
My chest was warm and content as I listened to the chatter around me. Abbie’s cooking was as amazing as ever. Patrick’s foot was pressed against mine under the table, and when he caught my eye, he winked at me, making my face heat.
After lunch, Abbie brought out an elaborate-looking birthday cake covered in rainbow sprinkles, and I tried not to turn bright red as they all sang “Happy Birthday” to me. Once the candles had been blown out, Mom cut the cake up to give everyone a slice.
“Any plans for the rest of the night?” Mom asked me.
I began choking on my cake, and Patrick’s eyes danced with the smile he was hiding.
“Nothing much,” I squeaked out.
“How does that feel?” Patrick asked, checking in once he’d tightened the leather harness.
“Good, that’s better now, thanks.” I spun to face Daddy and kissed him.
Daddy grabbed a handful of both cheeks, and I huffed as they stung from the touch.
“It seems like such a shame to put clothes on when your arse is this beautiful and red.” Daddy pouted and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not driving to Foxholes in a jock, Daddy.”
“I should buy you chaps,” he replied, stroking the stubble on his face thoughtfully.
“You have a spending problem.” I rolled my eyes.
“Only when it comes to buying you sexy things. And I don’t see the problem, honestly. Money well spent.” Daddy grinned and ogled me as I pulled on some ripped jeans and a baggy T-shirt to cover the harness in the car.
We were in an especially good mood about this visit to Foxholes, not only because it was my birthday weekend but because two weeks ago, Markus had got into some trouble and had had his membership revoked.
Neither of us knew exactly what had happened, but it made the club feel a hundred times safer for us to play in.
I smiled at Jess as we signed in, and Patrick for once managed to spit out a polite hello instead of a grunt. It was progress, but my grump was still a grump.
We headed over to the lockers, and I took my T-shirt off to shove inside.
“Ready,” I said, smiling.
“You’re forgetting something.”
I looked down at myself. “What am I forgetting?”
“Didn’t I tell you I wanted to show off that red arse of yours?”
My mouth gaped open. “Are you being serious, Daddy? We aren’t in the playroom yet.”
He nodded with an evil grin but checked, “Green?”
“Green,” I grumbled as I undid my zipper and shook off my jeans to reveal the same blue jockstrap I’d been wearing the first time I’d come here. Only, I had a much redder arse this time.
Patrick’s gaze raked all over me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to feeling so desired.
Daddy took my hand and led me down the corridor to one of the playrooms, and it felt like everyone was staring at how exposed I was.
It was somehow both mortifying and a bit of a turn on.
The playroom we were using was public, meaning there were quite a few couples and throuples in there, but everyone was sort of doing their own thing rather than there being a massive orgy like I’d been worried about.
Daddy and I had a strict no sharing rule for both of us, but we’d both learned that we liked it when he showed me off.
He hadn’t fucked me in front of anyone before, but we’d done a lot of other stuff with an audience over the last few months.
Nothing quite as intimate as we had planned for tonight.
“This way,” Daddy said before taking a seat on a large leather sofa. I joined him but kneeled between his legs, resting my head against the inside of his thigh.
The sound of a woman being spanked and an omega pup barking were a welcome distraction for my nerves. Daddy ran his fingers through my hair until a familiar voice said hello.
Harvey was an omega Dom that Daddy had known years ago. He’d recently moved nearby and joined the club. His alpha pup, Mason, crawled on a leash beside him before settling at Harvey’s feet when he sat down next to Daddy.
“Hey, Coop,” Harvey said, ruffling my hair. Mason didn’t speak when he was in puppy mode, but he nuzzled his head into my arm in greeting.
Harvey and Mason were sort of part of the scene Daddy had planned for tonight. We’d been exploring exhibitionism and objectification, and I’d had a specific fantasy that had come up a lot. Tonight, Daddy was going to let us try it out with the safety of our friends.
It began with Daddy and Harvey making fairly mundane small talk as Mason and I sat at their feet. After a while, Daddy finally unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. He wasn’t hard yet, and without pausing his conversation, he guided my mouth to his cock.
On my knees with my reddened cheeks facing the room, I licked and kissed Daddy’s cock until he was hard, and then I pulled him into my mouth.
Daddy didn’t even make a noise of acknowledgement. I knew it was part of the game, but it only increased my determination.