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“No, little girl,” I agreed between caresses. “I’ll never make you feel that way.” It was finally an oath I could commit to with ease.
“And from where I’m sitting,” she continued. “That makes me the luckiest woman alive.”
“You are so fucking perfect,” I praised as her head turned to meet my demanding kisses. “So perfect for me.”
“I don’t know what this visceral thing is that we’ve created together, Master,” she gasped. “But I’m addicted. Wrap me up in it, please. Smother me in your darkness.”
“I’d love to.” Fuck, I couldn’t wait to devour her. “First, get out of that shirt, then lean back on the counter and spread your legs. Your master wants a snack before the main course.”
“Yes, Master,” she purred, shrugging the linen from her shoulders and revealing her beautiful body.
Stripping out of my top, I reveled in the look of her as she splayed before me—a vision of everything I yearned for. For so many years, I’d believed there were no happy endings, nothing worth having or fighting for, but I’d been wrong on all counts. Tiffany was as close to a happy ending as a monster like me could dare to dream about. She’d captured me with her complicated needs and unnecessary ethics and cemented my devotion with her incredible sacrifices. I would never walk away from a love as fulfilling as this and vowed to spend the rest of my life showing her why—starting with her inviting and delicious cunt.
The End.
Epilogue
Kade
Rolling to my side, my gaze slowly opened. Dim morning light bled into the bedroom, rousing me until instinctively, I reached for my little girl. My palm scanned the cold bedding, and my pulse quickened when I realized she wasn’t there.
“Tiffany?”
Murmuring her name, I glanced around the room. It was empty, quiet, and peaceful. Everything looked normal, except for the small crack where the door sat ajar and the pale peach light of the bathroom.
Swinging my legs out of bed, I padded around the bed to the door and pulled it open.
“There you are.”
Standing by the basin with her back to me stood by my gorgeous little girl. Three months had passed since we’d dispatched the inquisitive detective, and during that time—with a little guidance and encouragement—the unease and shame had started to shift. I could never erase the incident, but I’d do whatever it took to lessen its sting.
“M-Master.” Peering at me, her brow creased. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“What are you doing?” I asked, intrigued by her cagey behavior.
She’d seemed a little out of sorts for the last week, quieter than usual, and had received mail I knew nothing about until its arrival.
“Is everything okay?”
“I-I think so.” She hesitated, tripping over her words.
“You’re concerning me.” Folding my arms across my chest, I pulled in a deep breath. “Either tell me what’s bothering you right now or be prepared to tell me once you’re strewn over my thighs.”
It had been a couple of days since I’d spanked her, and the thought occurred that maybe that was all she needed—a sore bottom and the reassurance of my arms in the aftermath.
“I’ve wanted to tell you for days, Master.” Her breath was suddenly frantic, as if she was nervous about continuing, and she held one hand behind her back. “But I had to be sure.”
“Little girl.” Tapping my foot against the cool white tiles, I paused, mentally steeling myself to be patient. “I’m waiting.”
“I don’t know h-how you’ll feel.” Her voice wavered. “We haven’t talked about it, and…” It trailed away completely when she met my hard gaze. “Don’t be cross.”
“What’s happened?” I demanded, conscious of the anxiety twisting in my gut. We’d sworn to be open and transparent with each other. I didn’t like the fact that she was keeping things from me.
“This.” Tiffany moved her arm, revealing the white plastic strip she grasped in her fingers.
“What is it?” Though as I stepped forward, I already knew. I’d seen the tests before. In a few short seconds, the whole story unfolded, explaining her shift in mood and why she was a bundle of nerves.
“A pregnancy test?” My heart hammered as I glanced between the result and her wide eyes.
