Naughty November

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

JULIEN GALLO

When I woke, I was facing Daddy, his arms wrapped around me with a tight hold, as if even in sleep he didn’t want me to get away. That set my heart to racing, and my desire to wake him up for more of what he’d already given me grew by the second. I slowly pulled back enough to gaze at his sleeping form.

The man was an absolute wet dream come to life, with dark as night hair shaved nearly to the skin on both sides, the top was long and thick, and styled straight back. His olive skin made him look like he had a tan with golden undertones. And his face had a nice five o’clock shadow going on.

Hands down, he was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on and that was saying something. Most people would never use that word to describe him because he barely smiled. His dark brown eyes were always assessing—like he was trying to figure you out with just a look—and he emitted a broody, dangerous vibe. There was a stiffness to him, his posture ramrod straight, shoulders back, and head held high. He appeared to have an overabundance of confidence, but from all our interactions, he deserved to feel every bit of that .

I’d been scared to death the first time I’d seen him, gun in hand, leaning against the lockers, eyes narrowed as if just hitting me with that gaze would slice me in half. After the first zing of fear traveled through my body—racing heart, tense muscles, and damp palms—I got my first good look at him and went from cold and clammy to flushed skin and heat running from my head to my toes.

The fact he didn’t say a word allowed me to really take him in. I knew immediately the man was dangerous, deadly even, but instead of making me scared, it had sent a thrill through my body and had my synapses firing up and racing over every inch. Out of breath, I’d stared at him entirely too long before begging him not to have me arrested.

Seeing his body for the first time had turned my morning wood to a steel rod. You’d never know it from the suits he wore, but the man was tattooed from head to toe—no color, just all black. There were words in a language I didn’t know and designs I didn’t recognize but I enjoyed their beauty all the same. To say he was my type would be the understatement of the century.

After our first time, I should have felt terrified about what we’d done and what he’d do to me in the morning, but I hadn’t. I’d only wanted more of everything he’d given me the night before. It had been the best sexual experience of my life.

But I could say the same for every other experience I’d had since we’d met that night a year ago. Everything we did together was new and exciting and I absolutely loved my life with Romeo Ares. Which got me thinking of last night. I knew it was good because I felt that telltale soreness between my legs, and the plug holding his cum inside of me just revved me up even more. Reaching back to touch it, I moved it around enough to hit my prostate and couldn’t hold back a quiet whimper. “Don’t even think of using that to get off, kitten. Let alone taking it out. That’s Daddy’s job.”

I jolted and let out a squeak that had my cheeks pinking up with embarrassment. The smirk he gave me had precum leaking from my tip. Holy fuck, this man would be the death of me one day. I bit my lip and then gave him my most coquettish smile, batting my eyelashes at him. “I won’t. I promise, Daddy. I just wanted to touch it.”

“Mm-hmm. I know your tricks, brat.” His mock glare had me giggling. “Does your ass feel used, just the way you like it? ”

“God, yes. Thank you for last night, Daddy. I know it was amazing.”

Romeo chuckled. “Oh, you do, do you? Even unconscious with the drugs Doc gave us?”

“Mmm, it always is with you. So yes, I know how good it was. Did you enjoy the somno?”

A deep rumble emanated from his chest. “Fuck, yes I did. And you will too when we watch it together.”

Mmm, fuck, I was so looking forward to that. Grinning, I poked Daddy in the stomach. “I knew you’d love the Naughty November kink list little Gabrielle showed us at Club Vertigo. Your cousin Luca has a depraved mind, coming up with all those kinks and posting it on the club’s website. And that was only day fifteen of thirty on the list! We have so many more to try.”

“Mmm,” Daddy agreed, grabbing the finger I’d poked him with and biting it playfully. “Maybe later, when I think you’ve taken your punishment well, we can watch the video and pick another kink from the list to cross off.”

“Oh! Yes, yes, yes!” Loving the sound of that, I wiggled around on the bed until I’d pushed him onto his back and sat on his hardening cock, loving the sensation of it resting between my cheeks. I ground down on it and leaned down to kiss him when my brain processed the rest of what he’d said and I sat up, crossing my arms over my chest. “Hey, what did you mean by taking my punishment?!”

“No pouting, little one.”

Romeo’s smirk had my dick leaking again because, holy fuck, the man was and would always be my kryptonite. And he was mine. All mine. He undulated his hips underneath me at the same time he gripped my dick in his fist; the sensation sending a shiver up my spine as my eyes rolled back.

“Daddy, stop teasing me! I’m grumpy. You can’t distract me like that and order me not to pout. It’s my face. I can do whatever I want with it.”

Romeo released my dick and gripped my throat so hard and fast I didn’t have time to prepare myself. “Can you, though?”

His growl reverberated through my body as I met his narrow-eyed gaze. All the fight went out of me, and I slumped against his hand. Well, fuck. I’d crossed the line. Again. Why the fuck couldn’t I keep my mouth shut and my brain quiet?

I’d have a lot fewer throat bruises and spankings, that was for sure. Even though I not-so-secretly loved every mark and punishment I received. Not because I loved punishments or was a masochist, but because Daddy loved me enough to correct my behavior and straighten me out when I’d broken the rules.

I dropped my gaze from his and shook my head—as much as it was possible in his tight grip—and whispered gruffly, “No, Daddy, I can’t. My body is yours. I’m sorry. I misspoke. I’m so stupid sometimes, and I hate it when I don’t think before I speak.”

His grip loosened enough to slide up and grip my chin, raising my head to look into his eyes. How his expression could be both condemning and caring, I had no clue. But I saw both things clear as day.

“You’re forgiven, but watching that video together is off the table for the next two days. Because your mouth just got you into more trouble. Three offenses—the first one being last night during our scene in the locker room—in less than twenty-four hours is unacceptable. We’ll have to double up on the kink list some other time, because there will also be no sex at all today or tomorrow. You’ll also receive one hell of a spanking session later. And not the fun kind. Is that understood?”

My whole body deflated and tears filled my eyes. It was the literal worst punishment ever. Not only because he was withholding sex from me, but he was withholding it from himself as well. Which meant this went past breaking the rules and into disappointment territory, and if there was one thing I never wanted to do, it was disappoint Romeo.

I nodded, whispering, “Yes, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, kitten.” His grip gentled and then both of his hands clasped my face, and he pulled me down into one of the softest kisses he’d ever given me. I sank into it, closing my eyes and letting the tears fall.

It was fairly common for me to be punished—he didn’t call me a brat for nothing—but usually I’d realize what I’d done immediately and keep myself from making things worse. If not, he delved out a harsher punishment.

He moved us around until he was resting back on the pillows and I was lying on top of him, my head under his chin. After several long moments, I bit my lip and then forced myself to sit up a bit to look at him. “I know I talked back to you about my pout and that I said I was stupid. But what did I do wrong in the locker room?”

He ran his thumb over my bottom lip I’d just been biting, a nonverbal reminder I wasn’t allowed to bite my lip. Shit, I was just fucking up all over the place, wasn’t I? I didn’t apologize this time because the look on his face let me know he didn’t expect or need one for that transgression.

“You were talking about your ADHD and you called your brain broken.”

Well, fuck. “Ugh. I’ve gotten so much better at not saying stuff like that about myself. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I’m surprised you didn’t break character and chastise me.”

“You have gotten better. A lot better, which is why I delayed my punishments until now and also why they are more severe now as well. You need a harsh reminder to get you back in line. And I’d never stop a scene that means so much to us both.”

A small smile crept across my face, and I leaned down to kiss him. “I love when we pretend like that. It keeps things new and exciting. But the anniversary roleplay was hands down the best roleplaying we’ve ever done.”

Daddy leaned his head back, letting out a deep laugh, and I grinned, loving that joyful sound. “You wouldn’t know it’s the best one we’ve ever done, you were drugged.”

I pulled my lips between my teeth to keep from grinning, but then grew serious and clasped his face. “I do know, though. Because you love me so deeply, you would have done anything to make last night special.”

I leaned down and gave him a very thorough kiss before pulling back. We grew serious, knowing what I said was true and that was a big deal for both of us. Finding each other in such a unique way felt like it was meant to be. Kismet. Serendipity. Whatever you wanted to call it.

He’d walked into the locker room that night when I was at my most vulnerable. He’d been larger than life, and I’d had no idea who he really was. I’d fallen in love with him at first sight. Finding out the next day that he was the Boss of bosses in Blackthorne Hollow was an absolute mind fuck. Sure, I’d heard of him. Hell, everyone knew about the Ares family, and Romeo Ares was the name whispered in dark corners. Everyone avoided getting on the bad side of the scary as fuck crime boss. He was as equally feared as he was revered. But before that night, I’d never seen him before.

It probably should have had me running for the hills. But I knew that night, deep down, that he was it for me and that would never change. Everything about the night before was exactly how things had played out on that night, a year ago… except for the somno. I’d been wide awake and aware of everything he’d done to my body that night and known it would become an addiction. One I’d never want to recover from.

“That’s true, kitten. And my love for you will only grow the longer we’re together. So you can bet your sweet round ass the roleplaying and being able to relive the first night we met on our anniversary was one of your better ideas, and one I’d love to repeat every year.”

“I can’t wait to watch what you did to me last night. Thank you for trying all these new things from that list. I think I’ll be sad when Naughty November is over.”

Chuckling, he winked and admitted, “I’ve already spoken to Luca about continuing the lists as long as he can and posting them on the website for his club. They may branch out into specific challenges, but he said he’d figure something out.”

I grinned and shimmied against him. “Yes, your cousin is awesome! Ohhh, we can call this one Dirty December!”

Daddy let out a throaty chuckle, gripped my face, pulled me down, and gave me a quick kiss. That quick kiss turned into a deep, searing one that got me all revved up. Rolling us over so he was on top—just where I loved him best—he gripped the hair at the nape of my neck and tugged. Fuck, that felt good .

Every gaze we shared, every touch and caress between us, and yes, every punishment he doled out was always filled with unlimited amounts of love, possession, and obsession. To some, those last two might seem like giant red flags. But between us, it was a requirement, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. From the beginning, our feelings were mutual. We’d both kill and die for each other.

“Our anniversary was just as good as the first night we met. Maybe each year we choose a new kink to add to that roleplay. That reminds me,” he said, as he rubbed at the makeup job around my eye. “Did Gabrielle come over to make you look like you’d really been punched?”

I snorted because I’d completely forgotten about the fake black eye. “Yes, wasn’t it amazing? He should do makeup for movies out in Hollywood. Though I doubt Luca would approve if it took Gabrielle away from him.”

“Yeah, strict Doms rarely enjoy being away from their subs for any length of time. Now, enough of that. Let’s shower and get changed so we can head home to a nice breakfast.”

“Mmmm, I want French toast. You think Isabella would make me some?”

He grabbed my hand, tugging me up and out of the bed. “You know you’re her favorite person in the damn compound. But I’ll make sure she knows you want it today.”

“Thank you for always taking care of me, Daddy. I love you.”

“You’re welcome, baby boy. I love you too.”

The End