Epilogue
MADISON
“ A re you sure about this?”
I swear it’s the fifth time Blake has asked me that.
He’s arranged a special demo tonight, wanting to give me a new experience while showing off his skills. We’ve been apart for weeks and weeks, and he’s ready to stop hiding our relationship. I am too, even if we have to do it shielded by anonymity. At least we can be out in the open while we wear our masks. And I finally get to be his model on stage.
“I’m more than sure. I want to do this.” I place the palm of my hand on his cheek and he leans into my touch.
“You know you don’t have to.” Concern is etched on his handsome face as I smooth his wrinkled brow with my index finger.
“I know that, Daddy. But you can stop worrying. I wanna do this with you.”
He kisses me deeply, making me feel drunk with emotion. Then he retrieves a black velvet box from the dressing room table.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
I shoot him a curious look while I pull the velvet ribbon to open the box. I gasp as I remove the lid, examining the contents inside.
“I hope you like it. I had the set custom-made for you weeks ago, but never got the opportunity to give it to you. Would you like to wear them tonight?”
I lightly drag my fingertips over a collar with matching cuffs, nipple clamps, and a lace thong. They’re stunning. “But what?—”
“It means you’re mine. You’ll always be mine.” He removes the collar from the box and I marvel at the French blue satin, delicate ivory lace, and rose gold accents. “This one is for play. I have a different one for you to wear later.”
“And… will you have something to show that… you’re mine too?”
Blake presses a kiss to my forehead, lingering longer than necessary before carefully securing the collar around my neck. “The jeweler made a bracelet for me that matches your day collar. It has a key that fits your lock.” I hold on to his sides while he cradles my face. “Are you happy, little one?”
“You make me very happy, Daddy.” I give him a big smile.
“There’s my good girl. C’mon, let’s put on your cuffs. You wanna wear the nipple clamps too? I promise to be careful.” His eyes twinkle with mischief.
I glance at the rose gold, tweezer-style clamps with little blue bows and pearls. “I want to try them. Just don’t get too carried away,” I caution, though I have to admit I’m excited to see how I’ll look in them.
“My job is to take care of you and I know what you can handle. Trust that Daddy will bring you both pain and pleasure in ways that you’ll enjoy.”
He helps me don the pretty nipple clamps and I feel a slight pinch as he secures them in place. “I trust you. And I remember my safe word if it gets to be too much.”
“Good girl. And leave the panties and heels on. You know how much Daddy enjoys seeing you like that.”
Butterflies take flight in my stomach as I stand in front of the full-length mirror wearing nothing but my new BDSM set, a lace thong, and sky-high stilettos. I feel confident and sexy and powerful while Blake stands behind me, his strong hands on my waist while he admires my reflection.
“You’re so gorgeous, Madison. How did I ever get so lucky?” He bends forward and nuzzles my neck.
“It’s me who’s lucky. I finally got the courage to approach you and you said yes . Best luck I’ve ever had.”
“That wasn’t luck, little one. I’d been watching you for weeks, knowing you were new to the club. You were hesitant and skittish, so I let you be, hoping I’d get the chance to talk to you. I was waiting, and my patience was well rewarded.”
“And here we are. You’re going to flog me while I’m on stage practically naked in front of everyone.” A wide grin spreads across my lips.
“And we’ll both love every minute of it.” Blake brings his lips to mine and I immediately open for him, welcoming the taste of sweet whiskey with a hint of mint. His hips press against me and I feel his hard cock bulging beneath his dark-gray slacks. “Let’s go have some fun, shall we?”
“I’m all yours, Daddy.”
When we walk onto the stage, there isn’t a St. Andrew’s cross waiting for me like I expected. Instead, a chain hangs from the ceiling with a large ring dangling from the end.
Well, that explains the cuffs.
My lungs feel heavy as I drag in gulps of air, and my forehead begins to glisten as my nerves get the best of me.
“Relax, little one,” Blake whispers in my ear. “I’ve got you. Daddy’s always got you.”
He turns me toward the crowd and lifts my arms, attaching my cuffs to the suspended ring with a short connector chain. The added height forces me to rise on the balls of my feet even with my heels on, but it elongates my body, giving Blake plenty of flesh to tease with his implements. He steps in front of me and tilts my head back by pulling on my hair. Then he kisses me, long and hard and deep. We don’t separate even when we hear a loud gasp from someone in the crowd. I already know what they’re thinking.
Master Blake never takes a sub.
A thrill runs down the length of my body as pride beams from within me. He’s my Dominant, my Daddy . And I’m his submissive.
I couldn’t be happier than I am at this moment.
His fingers trace along my curves, and my stomach quivers when he teases the jewelry dangling from my hardened nipples. The sensation is exquisite, but I know there’s more to come. He glides his hands over my hips and ass, kneading the flesh and eliciting a soft moan from me.
“Are you ready, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”
Then, he steps away. Anticipation builds inside me as he retrieves an all-black flogger with a leather-woven neck and long suede tails. I look at my restrained hands, testing the cuffs and chain with a few small tugs.
Looks like I’m not going anywhere. At least not anytime soon.
“Nervous, baby?” Blake smirks at me while he drags the fuzzy tails over my exposed thigh. “I like seeing you on display like this. Your soft curves, plump tits, and dripping wet cunt…” He slips a finger beneath the thin elastic of my thong. “All for me.”
He circles around me, and the crowd quiets down. I thought I’d be more anxious, standing almost naked in front of dozens of strangers. But my mask eases my nerves. It allows me to be bold, much like that night several months ago when I approached Blake for the first time. I want them to see me. See how he controls my body. Watch him make me come from only his touch and the whip of his flogger.
I bite down on my lip while my arousal pools at the apex of my thighs. My eyes fall closed when I hear the whoosh of the suede tails whipping through the air before landing on my thighs. It was an easy swing, one meant to warm me up and get me used to his strikes.
He continues swatting at my legs before hitting my lower stomach with just the very tips of the tails to tease me. Then, he switches to a Florentine technique, brushing over my sensitive breasts with swirling figure-eight movements. He alternates between caressing my warmed skin, lightly flicking my clamped nipples, and petting my swollen pussy lips.
Then he moves behind me to access fleshier parts of my body, and I know the warm-up is over. Especially when the corner of his mouth kicks up into a wicked smile. “If you say bananas , Daddy will stop. Don’t forget that.”
“I know. I trust you not to hurt me.” His chest slightly puffs with my confidence in his abilities, and I turn my head to give him a kiss. I trust him not to hurt me, but that doesn’t mean I won’t feel pain.
Blake proceeds to whip my upper back, thighs, and my generous ass cheeks, striking the tails over my skin again and again. The pain increases, but quickly becomes an afterthought each time he worships my breasts, fingers my soaked pussy, or rubs his hard cock against me.
My body trembles with pleasure and I’m desperate for a release. My adrenaline has spiked and endorphins course through me. A few more whips and touches and I’ll fall right over the edge with a crowd watching as I orgasm. And sure enough, that’s exactly what happens when Blake tosses his flogger aside and begins to spank me over and over while commanding me to come.
It seems I’m not the only one. I look into the audience, while shaking from my release, and spot a few men and women coming with me, either by their own hands or those of a partner. It’s erotic and sexy, and another orgasm hits me. I’m so turned on from knowing I caused someone else’s climax while being whipped on stage.
Wetness soaks my panties while Blake soothes and caresses my hot flesh. “I need to fuck you. Now,” he growls in my ear.
I’m so desperate for him to fill me up that I’m almost sure I’d let him fuck me right here. But he makes the decision for me when he hurriedly unclips my cuffs from the suspended ring in the air, scoops me up in his arms, and practically runs off stage.
I’m panting when I ask, “Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you to our usual room, little one. I’m not ready for anyone to see me paint your insides with my cum. Not sure I’ll ever want that. This pussy belongs only to me.”
“My, my, Daddy. What a dirty mouth you have,” I taunt, as he carries me into the room and kicks the door closed behind us.
“That’s not all my mouth can do. Wanna see?” He tosses me onto the bed and yanks off his mask. His eyes are wild with unrestrained lust, and I feel my heart skitter when he pounces on me.
I remove my own mask. Then he claims my mouth in a rough kiss. My hands grip the back of his head, my nails scraping along his scalp as he groans. I spread my legs wide, and he presses his hard length against my soaked pussy. My back arches when he breaks the kiss and shimmies his way down my body. I cry out his name as he works his tongue inside my aching core.
“Oh my God. More, Daddy. I need more,” I beg.
“I know what you need, little one. Daddy’s gonna give it to you.” He feasts on my pussy, licking and sucking as he explores every inch of me. I can’t think. I’m too swept up in the pleasure of his lips wrapping around my clit and thrumming it with the tip of his tongue.
“I’m so close,” I warn as he groans against my sensitive flesh, and my legs begin to shake. I’m riding his face while he pumps three thick fingers inside me, making me wish it was his cock instead.
His teeth scrape across my swollen clit, sending my orgasm blasting through me. I scream my pleasure, soaking his face with my cum, feeling it drip from within me, down my ass, and onto the bed. Blake laps at me, languidly licking up the last bit of my release and soothing my swollen pussy lips with gentle kisses.
Then, he moves so fast my bliss-filled brain can barely comprehend what’s happening as he rips off his shoes and pants, freeing his cock, and crawls over my body to sink every inch of his steely dick deep inside me. He lifts my leg, resting the back of my thigh on his chest, and the change in angle makes us both moan.
“So fucking tight and sweet, aren’t you?” he coos with remnants of my orgasm still on his mouth and chin. My fingers dig into his massive thighs as he thrusts wildly in and out, pounding me into the mattress.
For several long minutes, the only noise in the room is my throaty moans and the sounds of our bodies slapping together. His grunts heighten my arousal, but nothing turns me on like Blake’s filthy words and he doesn’t hold back.
“Fuck, you take my cock so well. Look at your greedy little cunt pulling me back in.” My hips move to meet each thrust. “Take all this dick, little one. Show Daddy how much you want his cum.”
I feel my next orgasm stirring in my stomach as pleasure surges through me. When he circles my throbbing clit with his thumb, I can’t hold on, and my release takes over me with a scream.
“Daddy!” I cry out in ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby. Milk Daddy’s cock until I paint your pussy with my cum.”
I writhe beneath him, consumed with bliss as he holds my gaze with an intense stare.
“I love having your eyes on me, watching me come inside you.”
“I wanna feel you come, Daddy. I wanna watch you.”
Three more hard, rough thrusts and he tenses, ramming his long, thick cock as far as he can inside me. It’s almost painful, but I take it all, wanting to feel every inch and every jerk of his cock as he fills me up.
“Fuck!” Blake roars, his cock twitching as it spurts ropes of hot cum.
Then he stills, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. He lowers my leg, but remains inside me as he lays his body over mine and I cradle him between my thighs.
“I love you, Madison. So fucking much.” He’s listening to the rhythm of my racing heart as it beats in time with his. “I’m sorry about everything. I hated being away from you. It was all my fault.”
“The fault was mine, and I’m sorry. But it all worked out in the end.”
“It did, but don’t ever do that shit again. I can’t bear being without you.”
“Me either. We won’t ever be apart again.”
Blake raises his head with a mischievous grin. “You promise?”
I tug a few strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “What are you up to?”
He eases out of me, but doesn’t move to clean up. Instead, he goes straight for his pants on the floor, reaching into the front pocket to retrieve a small burgundy box. He helps me to sit on the edge of the bed, before dropping to his knee and presenting me with a gift.
I tilt my head with confusion. “Is this… my necklace?” I’m no stranger to jewelry and that’s not a necklace box.
“I have that at home. But this was more important, and I want to give it to you now.” Blake pulls open the lid and I cover my gasp with my hand as I take a closer look at the diamond solitaire ring. “Madison, I thought I knew what love was, but I had no idea until I met you. You’re my everything and I couldn’t resist you even if I tried. You’re my perfect match in every way, and I love being your Daddy.” I choke back a sob, and he smiles. “I want to be your Daddy for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
A myriad of emotions gets lodged in my throat, and I can’t get the words out fast enough. So I merely nod before throwing myself at him, knocking us both to the floor as I pepper him with kisses. His boisterous laugh fills the room, the rich baritone sound filling my heart with joy.
He cups my face in his hands with a big smile. “Is that a yes, little one?”
My grin is so wide that my cheeks ache. “Yes, Daddy. It’s a yes .”