Epilogue - Serenity
Three weeks later and things haven’t settled down at the club. Jo and Vinny are still MIA, and I’m beginning to wonder if that will ever change. The club sure has.
A monthly auction is in the works. We’ve paid out what’s due to all the participants except for Kat, and she’s been missing from work, too, according to Myla. It’s weird, but if we can’t reach her there’s nothing to be done and Cayden saved himself a quarter of a million dollars.
Still, I worry about her. Kat seemed like a sad girl with a dark past. That’s how she carried herself, but until she returns to the club I won’t get the chance to ask her.
“Are you ready,” Emeric asks seriously, peering at me onstage. I agreed to do a demonstration with him before Independence Day next week, and I’m suddenly regretting my choice to practice with him.
There are more people here; a few are brand new but most are repeats and they’re all watching with anticipation in their eyes.
I agreed to do a class with him so he could do hands-on demonstrations again without igniting my jealousy. It might make me seem a little extra-jealous when some of the singles flirt with him, but that’s what I agreed to when I decided Emeric is the guy for me.
Nodding, I turn and grip the pole. My inadequate dancing is slowly improving, though today I’m wondering why I came down here.
Dad texted, reminding me of the plush life I could’ve had if I stayed, and I ended up silencing his number. He’ll keep doing this forever if I start replying, and that’s the last thing I want.
“Alright class, today we are…”
Emeric’s voice trails off, and I fall into a rhythm of following his movements. I’m not the best student up here and I don’t pick up on moves as quickly as some, but I am the only one he grinds against, which is all I really wanted.
And when the class is over, he pushes me harder into it and kisses my throat. “Cum hard on this pole like my good girl and I’ll fuck you in the hall again.”
I moan. The hall is the one up to the office, and it’s currently one of my favorite places to have sex. That and Jo’s hot tub is pretty high on my list.
I shove my ass back into him, and he bites my ear in response. “Careful, or I’ll have to spank that ass and remind you how to be good, little one.”
“I don’t know, Daddy. I kind of like my punishments when I’ve been bad.”
He chuckles but shakes his head, and I know he’s considered how much that doesn’t help my case. Oh well, I’d rather let Emeric ravage me then pretend that punishment isn’t something we both enjoy.
“When I get you home later,” he growls in my ear, “you’ll be lucky if you don’t have to call in tomorrow.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.”
My heart warms at that, before Emeric snaps his hips into mine, reminding me of what I’m supposed to do. “Cum. Give it to me.”
He hasn’t even touched my clothes. I know I’m addicted to him when all it takes is his hands skirting over the naked skin on my back where my top raises makes me cum with a cry.
Every time with Emeric is a beautiful bliss. And I hope that high never ends.
He lets me shake for a few moments before guiding me away. “Come on, let’s find an excuse to go do some paperwork upstairs. I think you need some more one-on-one attention.”
I’m not complaining. Pulling myself from the pole I find my balance, smirk over my shoulder, and jump off the stage.
In heels. I’m lucky I didn’t twist my ankle, and Emeric gives me a look when he comes around to help me. His tongue piercing flashes in the light when he licks his lips, but there’s disapproval in my face. “You’re aiming for two punishments now.”
“Want to make it five?”
Five is my magical number. Five removes all of my senses until I’m nothing but his toy, and I absolutely love that dynamic between us.
“Bratty,” he says with a chuckle. “You know, we need to start the new applications for the next auction. We’ll be better organized but it’s going to be a lot of work.”
“I”ve been told I’m a lot of work,” I argue playfully, letting him guide me off the stage. I’m going to need flatter shoes if this keeps up when I still need to walk around for tours. Sometimes Callie does them for me, and she’s so bubbly and outgoing that people vibe with her a lot better than they do with me.
“They only get more complicated,” he advises me. We leave the theater, his bag slung over his shoulder, and head for our office.
Halfway there, I take stock of the front room. There’s a decent group hanging out and a couple regulars nod to us as we pass. We’re almost to the door when I catch sight of him.
“Emeric,” I breathe.
Tyson walks in, looking like hell and with a bad attitude. He peers around, his eyes dancing over us, before moving on to look for someone in the club.
“Can he be here?”
“Well, Cayden isn’t, but it might cause an issue. Let’s give him a few before we chat. Kat isn’t back yet, so there’s no reason to assume something else will happen.”
Nodding, I try to do exactly that. We stop for a drink on the way up, waving and chatting with a few people before we disappear.
Emeric gives me until the office to collect myself. “Still want a break, little one?”
“I didn’t ask for one,” I reply. The cameras are turned on at his computer, broadcast on his screen like the security booth downstairs. I partially glance at it before refocusing on the beauty in front of me, distant sounds of voices falling on deaf ears. “We have a few minutes, don’t we?”
“I can make time for you whenever,” he tells me, his hands resting on the wood on either side of me, and my pussy starts to ache at the thought of having him again. We already did that this morning and I still think I’m in recovery.
He leans forward to kiss me, and I fall into the feeling, letting his tongue and his lips guide me into extreme bliss. It’s sweet but oh so good, and I know he’s just teasing me along before he fucks me tonight at home.
The noise on the camera gets loud again, and he reaches blindly around for the remote to shut it off. We can take a few minutes to ourselves before we rejoin the club below.
His lips trace down my jaw and I hum in delight. “Do we have some time now?”
“Of course,” he muses, kissing along my jaw. But instead of coming back to my lips and hiking up my skirt, he falls to his knees. I stare down at him, eyes widening when he gives me a lopsided grin. “We can edge each other all night if you want, little one. But first I’m going to eat to keep up with your stamina today. Now lay back so I can have my meal.”
His hand on my chest encourages me to do just that, and I fall back on the wood with a smile even as he tears at the thong I wore for the stage. His teasing lips send my mind soaring, and I moan when he runs his tongue over me.
This is love in ways I never thought I’d know. And Emeric knows how to be an extreme lover and partner, and it’s the kind of love that I’m never giving up.
He’s my Daddy dom, and I’m too selfish to ever let him go.