39. Epilogue Volt
Epilogue: Volt
Three months later
“Hey, Daddy.”
Volt looked up, and for a moment all he could do was stare as Wallace hung his towel over the hook on the door.
Wallace was wearing nothing but Volt’s collar, a white leather-like choker dotted with pink rhinestones and a hidden snap.
Unlike the metal chain that could be hidden under a shirt, this one let Volt’s claim shimmer on his neck for anyone to see, so he rarely had Wallace wear it outside of the house.
He’d presented it to his creampuff over a fancy brunch in Prism’s lounge one morning, and Wallace had gone down on him under the table, eyes hazy with lust… and then run upstairs to show it to Magnolia.
Volt couldn’t have asked for anything sweeter.
This morning, Volt had attached a new decorative charm that read Daddy’s girl, and he knew that Wallace couldn’t wait to subtly show it off to his friends.
But for now, water dripped from Wallace’s long dark hair to his shoulders, and Volt was entranced watching one of the droplets slide down his voluptuous chest. Wallace’s trim, adorable goatee sparkled, and Volt knew his cheeks would be impossibly smooth to the touch, just like his plump, sexy legs.
Volt was the lucky spark who got to see this sight every day, and it still stunned him every time.
Wallace had committed to moving into Prism for a few months, but they were already reaching that deadline and Wallace hadn’t mentioned leaving. They still used his apartment sometimes when they went to a late show or hosted friends, but otherwise Wallace slept in Volt’s room—their room—every night.
“Hey, creampuff,” Volt purred. “What do you think of this dress for the evening?” It was a deep burgundy, gathered at the waist and then flaring out to flutter around his knees.
“Oooh! Daddy! That’s pretty!” Wallace crossed the room, unashamedly naked, and ran his fingers across the slinky fabric.
“Just for my pretty pansy,” Volt agreed.
It was one of a dozen that he’d bought this week, and he’d quietly removed a handful that no longer fit.
Wallace was growing more bold in presenting fem when they were out together, and he deserved beautiful things, but he’d also dropped several sizes now that he wasn’t stressed over work and could enjoy healthy meals and long walks together.
Volt wasn’t going to mention it, of course—Wallace was beautiful at any size and still a delicious handful—but it made him happy to see his submissive healthy and full of energy.
He couldn’t wait to show Wallace the rest of his purchases: some more business-y feminine attire to try out if Wallace was feeling extra brave, a few casual dresses for evenings like tonight with friends, and a handful designed just to fulfill Volt’s fantasies.
But he’d dole each one out one day at a time.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Wallace spun and kissed him, his damp, naked body pressed fully against Volt’s jeans and sweater.
Volt growled, deepening the kiss until he was fucking Wallace’s mouth with his tongue and Wallace was clinging to him in a panting, submissive puddle. He palmed Wallace’s ass, marveling at his skin, and slid one knee between Wallace’s legs.
“Daddy!” Wallace gasped, as Volt kissed down his shoulder, only barely restraining himself from leaving marks that would be visible with the new dress. “We’re going to be late.”
“We’ll just have to be fast.” Volt dropped to his knees. He would just have to leave the marks lower down.
“Daddy!” Wallace cried out again, now clinging to Volt’s shoulders for balance.
Volt left neat rings of teeth imprints on Wallace’s belly and then his inner thighs, reveling in Wallace’s hisses and moans, knowing that there would be bruises there later.
Then, because they really were going to be late, he took Wallace’s sweet little cocklet into his mouth and sucked.
“Daddy!” Wallace sounded frantic. “Daddy, I’m gonna come.”
Volt tongued Wallace’s slit, already tangy with hints of what he wanted. “Then come, baby girl. Give Daddy your cream.”
Wallace withstood Volt’s onslaught on his sensitive frenulum for less than a minute, and then Volt was rewarded by a mouthful of his favorite flavor.
Wallace swayed, and Volt was already standing so his sweetheart could collapse against him.
Wallace looked up at him, dazed and adoring, and Volt dropped a sweet kiss to his lips.
“How am I supposed to move after that, Daddy?”
Volt chuckled. “You don’t have to, baby boy. I’ll carry you to the car.”
“Mmmmm…” Wallace hummed. “Just baby girl right now, please?”
Now that was interesting. Volt had been using baby girl and baby boy pretty much interchangeably, and this was the first time that Wallace had expressed a preference for just one.
Volt wondered if that was going to be his preference all the time or just for now, but he wasn’t going to interrupt the post-orgasm glow for the conversation. There would be plenty of time for that later.
“Of course, baby girl.” He kissed Wallace’s pretty pink lips again, then carried him over to sit on the edge of the bed.
Wallace sank down bonelessly, eyes still hazy with pleasure as he watched Volt cross the room for his clothing.
What had started out as Volt choosing Wallace’s clothes had often turned into Volt dressing Wallace like a doll. Volt adored it.
Wallace lifted each foot on command as Volt slid the silky white panties up his legs, then raised his arms as Volt added the matching bralette.
Black ballet flats slipped over his feet, and then Volt was pulling the silky dress over his head.
Volt only had to make a few adjustments to everything after he pulled Wallace to his feet.
The final touch was a sprig of white freesia that he clipped behind Wallace’s ear. He’d picked the delicate trail of blooms from his greenhouse room just a few minutes ago.
“Stunning,” Volt commented.
Wallace only grinned up at him, still blissed out, and lifted his hands to Volt’s shoulders to be carried.
Fuck, his baby girl was cute. And that relaxed, easy submission, the assumption that Daddy would just take care of everything, was driving him wild.
The car ride would be at least half an hour, which was more than enough time to let Wallace know exactly how good he was being right now.
Volt swept Wallace into his arms, grabbed the purse that had been waiting on the chair, picked up the three bouquets of flowers he’d prepared, and headed for the hall.
Angel? he asked as they waited for the elevator.
There was a slight delay—only a few extra microseconds—before Angel replied. Yes?
Volt couldn’t put words to it, but there was something just slightly off about that response. Before, Angel would have already been giving him an update about how the lounge was doing that evening or teasing him about how smitten he was with Wallace.
Since around the time of Volt’s accident, there had been something just subtly not right.
Just like Magnolia had told him.
But if Angel didn’t want to talk about it, what could he do? He’d left plenty of opportunities open.
Wallace and I are headed out now. Do you need me for anything before we go? Any updates?
It was their regular Monday-night hangout, which worked with Prism’s low attendance.
Regardless, Volt simultaneously checked the reservations, bots in use, and lounge cameras, which all showed a typical slow night.
Only four clients in the rooms and two more lingering over drinks as they made their selections.
It would probably pick up a bit later, but not much.
Wallace had purchased a high-end greeterbot from Axis Robotics that now manned the door, leaving Angel more freedom and flexibility managing the lounge.
Volt would have thrown a fit over the cost, except that Wallace had filled out the paperwork so that it was a gift directly to Angel rather than the business.
Angel had accepted happily.
So had Magnolia, when Wallace gifted her with a nursebot that he was testing out from an overseas company, even though she complained that it wasn’t as fun to look at as the Calliope model.
Wallace had purchased the two new securitybots for himself—or so he said—which meant that Volt couldn’t say a thing about them.
Wallace was sneaky like that… But how could Volt complain when Wallace said that he wanted to take care of his family?
Secretly, Volt felt a lot better when he and Wallace went out on slow evenings, knowing that Angel and Magnolia had more support.
For weeks, he’d kept waiting for the other metaphorical shoe to drop, but things had been so calm that on most nights when he went out, he didn’t give Prism a second thought.
Colton Alexander had all but disappeared. They’d gotten a report of a major transaction in one of his accounts a few weeks ago, but no one had been able to trace it to where he was currently. Wherever he was, he certainly wasn’t bothering them.
In fact, the harassment seemed to have stopped, beyond one asshole writing them a nasty letter with his signature at the bottom.
The police had confiscated it, but didn’t think it was connected to anything else.
Just some old guy from the other side of the state with a list of addresses, archaic morals, and too much time on his hands.
Was it the bots scaring people off?
Wallace’s private investigator was still monitoring anything to do with Mitchie, keeping her work with the human sexworker support network confidential.
She explicitly hadn’t asked to know anything about Mitchie beyond assuring his safety and alerting others who could watch out for him, and she hadn’t turned up any other leads.
With every week that passed, it seemed more like things had blown over, and Volt was content to never think about it again. Wallace had changed every part of his life, and he was embracing it to its fullest.
Dinner with friends.
Pretty outfits for his creampuff.
Lazy mornings with his family, where Wallace had slotted seamlessly into place.
It was cozily domestic, and everything he’d ever dreamed of.
Though he still worried about Angel.