Epilogue

KARMEN

As I start to spin, I bring my left foot up and create the perfect pirouette. I never thought I would dance again, but it's been nice having the freedom to do it when and how I want. I slide down into a split when Rourk steps into the studio. He built this space for me not long after he brought me home.

Gosh, I love thinking about how this is home. Rourk knew what I needed, and he gave it to me. He wanted to show me that I always have a place of my own and that our lives would always be weaved together. He assured me that nothing would ever be beyond my reach.

All the freedom and security that he gave me only made me love and cling to him more. How could I ever let that man go? That's how he wants it to be, and so do I. The only thing I want is to give him what he needs. It seems like a fairy tale to start our journey at Bellevue Asylum and then end up here. I have no regrets about going to Bellevue because it led me to my husband, my Daddy.

"You know what that does to me." I can see the hard outline of Rourk's cock in his slacks.

"You're always horny," I laugh, but the truth is we both are. The sight of Rourk does all kinds of things to my body, but I guess that's what doctors are for. "Help me," I jokingly plead as I hold my hands up.

"And what if I wasn't home?" He shakes his head and helps me to my feet.

His hand goes to my small baby bump that has finally started to show. I would ask him every day if he could see it yet, but of course he would always say yes. He noticed the changes in my body before I did. When I told him I thought I needed a pregnancy test, he told me I didn't, because he already knew I was pregnant. Who am I to question the doctor? Unless I feel like being a little bratty. He likes that too, so I like to remind him.

For a while, I wasn't sure if I wanted to have a baby. The way my mother treated me made me so afraid that I would somehow become the same as her. It took Rourk reminding me how much he loves me and how he would never let that happen to get me to see it.

As afraid as I was to believe him, I knew he was right. My mother made her choices. She didn't have the love in her heart that I do for my husband, and she never had any of that love for me. Over the years I've stopped thinking about her and what happened the night Rourk saved me. I like to focus on the here and now and the family we are creating.

"I saw you come in. I did that split just for you." I lift up on my tiptoes and offer him my mouth. When he claims it, he pulls me close, and I wrap my arms around his neck. "You're home early."

Rourk still has a few patients, but his caseload is nothing like what he had before I came into his life. He told me he used to be a workaholic. Clearly I'm not a doctor, but I think he might have a bit of an obsessive personality. These days his obsession is with me, and I'm all for it. It might be selfish, but I love that I'm his entire world, and I don't care about anyone beyond our growing family. Rourk is mine in every way, and I don't like to share.

"I have one more patient today."

"Oh," I say, letting my arms drop. I was about to climb him like a tree and have my dirty way with him.

Rourk's hands reach for my ass and lift me up, and the smile he gives me is dangerous. He carries me over to a nook that faces the dance studio. This is where he has a desk and a couch so he can watch me dance and still work. It's always a pleasure to give him a personal show because it usually ends with both of us on the couch.

When he lays me down on the cool leather, I sigh with contentment. "Now tell me, Mrs. Rourk, how are things at home?" He takes a seat in the chair next to the couch, and my nipples tighten. I'm not sure I'll ever get tired of hearing him call me that.

"I don't know," I tease and wring my fingers together.

"Sure you do," he encourages. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I'm not sure I'm supposed to," I whisper, and I see him shift in his seat. He always gets so excited when we play this game.

"It's okay. It's just the two of us. You can tell me anything."

"My Daddy might get mad." I see his jaw clench, and it makes my pussy clench too.

"It's never good to make your Daddy mad." His voice is deep in that way I love.

"I know." I huff. "But Daddy tells me what we do is our secret."

"Hmm," he says while he pretends to think it over. "Secrets with your Daddy are important."

I nod in agreement. "He says they are special. Only for us."

Rourk grunts, and I peek over to see him rubbing the front of his pants while he watches me.

"Are you hard, Dr. Rourk?" I turn on my side to face him, and his eyes slowly move up and down my body.

"It's nothing?—"

"Daddy says it's normal," I interrupt, and his hand pauses. "He told me that when it happens I shouldn't make a big deal about it." I lick my lips, and he doesn't miss the greedy way I look at him. "But he taught me how to fix it."

"Is that so?" he asks, and then I watch his knees spread just a little. "Is this one of the secrets you keep with your Daddy?" When I nod, Rourk leans forward. "Then come here and show me what you do to fix it."

I slide off the couch and crawl across the fluffy rug until I'm in front of his parted thighs. He looks at me with such reverence as he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

"You're a special girl, you know that?"

"That's what my Daddy tells me." I wiggle in closer to him, desperate to close the space between us.

"Why don't you show Doctor Daddy all the special things you can do?"

I reach for his belt, but my fingers pause as I look up at him through my lashes. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"

His jaw tightens, and I can see the outline of his cock straining against the front of his pants. He sinks his fingers into my hair, then uses it to tilt my head back. "You mean tell everyone what a dirty girl you are?"

"I'm only a dirty girl for my Daddy," I say, and his hold tightens.

"No one else," he warns, and everything below my belly button clenches with desire. I'm soaked for him already.

"Never."

"Then take care of me." Dr. Rourk leans back in his chair and smirks while I undo his belt. When his cock is free, I don't waste any time in wrapping my mouth around him and taking him as far as I can go. "Fuck, I've trained my little girl so good."

I moan around his cock, and when I suck him deeper, he lets out another loud groan. His hands are shaky, and I know he's close to losing control. I've pushed him far enough, and he won't be able to stand it much longer.

"Enough," he orders, but I don't stop. I keep working my mouth up and down his thick length until he's to his breaking point.

His hands fist in my hair, and when he pulls me off his cock, I'm so turned on I might be able to cum from the sight of him.

"You're being a bad girl," he growls, and I've never been so wet.

"Sorry, Daddy." I try to sound contrite but then lick my lips to tease him.

"Little liar." He lifts me off my feet, and as he carries me back over to the couch, I can feel how tenderly he's holding me. It's a contrast to how badly he wants to fuck me, and I love it. No matter what, he'll always love me even if I drive him to the edge.

He doesn't waste time as he strips me down and then lays me out like a naked feast for him to consume. I'm in luck because that's what he does. He buries his face between my thighs and licks every soft inch of me while he groans in pleasure. My hips rock against his face, and I can feel how much he loves eating my pussy. I'm pretty sure he would do this all the time even if I didn't get anything from it.

There's a neediness to him today, and he's eager for my release. He doesn't tease me or take his time. He's focused on getting me off as many times as I can stand before he puts his cock in me.

"Daddy!" I cry out after three orgasms and beg him to stop.

"I can't spank you right now, so I have to punish you in other ways," he says as his big body comes down on top of me.

My hips jerk, and I whimper when he drags the head of his cock against my clit. I'm too sensitive after all the climaxes, and he knows it. "I'm sorry, Daddy, I just love sucking your cock."

"Karmen," he growls, and there's no warning before he thrusts his massive cock all the way inside of me. I spread my legs wider to accommodate how big he is and then I clench around his thick girth. "You drive me crazy." He smiles as he says it.

"I thought I was supposed to be the crazy one," I tease.

"What you are is dangerous," he says and holds my neck so I don't break eye contact. "To my control." I love the sound of that. "And most of all, what you are is mine."

He's right. I am.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, little one. No matter how crazy either one of us might be."

THE END!