Tempting Her Teacher

Epilogue

Ryan slipped up behind Megan, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her back against his hard body. “Happy anniversary, baby doll.”

“Happy anniversary, daddy,” she said with a happy sigh, looking out the window at the stunning view. Ryan brought her to Bora Bora for their tenth anniversary and she couldn’t imagine anything better than spending the week in the warm tropical space.

“Daddy bought his baby doll a new outfit for swimming,” he teased, his hands running up and down her still trim, lithe body. She enjoyed going to the gym with him and needing to stay strong to protect her, kept him going back to it, keeping them both in shape despite the ten years that had passed since he’d first made her his.

“Is it for public swimming or private swimming?” Megan returned, giggling when his fingers slipped into her little shorts, strumming her clit making her moan with desperate need she never could hide.

“One for both,” he whispered against her ear, sending a shiver straight through her.

“And is the public one for daddy’s baby doll or for Ryan’s wife?” she asked moving against his fingers when they slowed.

“For daddy’s baby doll,” he answered her, making her want to see it even more because while she loved their private outfits immensely because there was very little left to the imagination, allowing him to get his hands on her quickly, the ones he bough for her to wear in public as his baby doll were some of her absolute favorites.

None of them were designed for the public to think she played little girl for her daddy every night. They were tasteful outfits anyone might wear, but knowing her daddy picked them out for her for a specific reason, place, or idea in mind made her love them even more. Especially the swimwear because in the last ten years, he’d taken her to more beaches than she ever imagined possible to visit.

Neither of them had a plan for what they were going to do after coming back from their summer away other than being together. So when they were getting ready to head out from the mountain after the family vacation, the last thing she expected was for Thomas to ask if they wanted to do some research to help create new products for the Meyers brand. They were both surprised but not about to say no to it.

They’d traveled the world the last ten years, meeting others who enjoyed more of the play aspects of domination or humiliation than just the physical boundaries. It was incredible to find total strangers that understood her so much more than her mother ever might, and they’d made many suggestions for new products in the years since.

She still enjoyed their family vacations in the mountains, and everything that included, but mostly she loved that in the last ten years, the only man that had fucked her pussy was her daddy. That was still their boundary, and they hadn’t met anyone that tried to go around it. Then again, she’d also learnt that unlike jerks like John, most of the people she’d met that were into BDSM, understood and abided by the rules and limitations others set.

Sure, there were the occasional assholes that would push it, but those were the ones who weren’t allowed to play with her to start.

Her second favorite thing was selfish, but was also something she and Ryan had agreed on after their first few forays—she was the only one that got Ryan’s cock. He was her daddy and only hers. Other women weren’t allowed to touch it without her agreement and his approval even. There were only a few that’d gotten that in the last ten years though.

Claire and Cassie were both allowed to touch it, usually to show her what she’d get as her prize for doing whatever her daddy wanted her to do. A couple other friends they’d met were also allowed to tease her by touching it, even sucking on it, but only she got to fuck it, to feel him come as well, and she loved it.

The only place where she was more ‘Ryan’s wife’ than her daddy’s baby doll was back home when they went to see her mother who knew nothing about their sexual proclivities, or when their relationship truly started. Becky was the only person from school she kept in touch with, but even she was only half aware of what she and Ryan got up to and that’s only because Ryan came in one night when she was on a video chat with Becky while they were in Prague and gave them away. He’d been holding up the sexiest little one-piece crotchless outfit that had ruffles on the butt above the cutout that left her ass bare, a pair of knee-high socks with ruffles that were pink and matched the hair ribbons that one of their new friends had designed for them.

The look on Becky’s face seeing the things before Ryan managed to pull them out of view had her eyes almost bulging out of her head. She’d just laughed, telling her that they enjoyed playing daddy/little at times and Prague was known for having a hot nightlife. Her friend’s shock over that little tidbit kept her mouth shut about just how much they played but it worked for them.

Her mother on the other hand barely acknowledged that they were married and gave Ryan death glares any time that he so much as touched her. Even him saving her life at graduation didn’t seem to matter to her, so they made sure to keep their visits there few and very far in between.

The school admin was actually more accepting of their relationship than her mother honestly. Sure, the first time they were seen in town together, they had questions from them, but they’d played it all off as though that day at graduation changed things for them. She claimed to have reached out to Ryan a couple months after graduation, wanting to meet up with him to thank him, and from there, things between them simply grew. As far as anyone back home knew, they were actually only celebrating their ninth anniversary and not their tenth, since they didn’t quite know how to make it seem believable to have jumped straight into marriage even with what happened with John that day.

That was one person she wasn’t sorry to learn was dead. He’d gotten three years in jail for aggravated sexual battery and aggravated assault but was released within eighteen months for ‘good behavior’ which was total bullshit. Shortly after, he’d made his way through three states, assaulting six other women that all resembled Megan, before he found where she and Ryan were staying in New York and came after her. Well…tried to come after her at least.

Thanks to the Meyers’ family’s business dealings, they knew a lot of people. Dangerous people, who weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty, and long before he could even get eyes on her, he was the one being assaulted. Ryan never told her everything that went down, but she was certain he’d gotten in a few licks of his own before Ryan was discovered floating face down in the Huson River, his skull bashed in by what the police figured was either a baseball bat or a lead pipe. The water washed away all evidence, although it was noted that there were signs of severe trauma to John’s genitals and anus that appear to have happened prior to him hitting the river where fish nibbled on him.

After what he tried to do to her, and what he had done to several others, she wasn’t upset or sad to learn any of that. Simply glad she’d never have to look over her shoulder again.

“Do you want to see them and decide which plans you want to do today, and we’ll save the other for later this week?” Ryan asked, lifting Megan’s chin his way, adoring the happy expression in her eyes.

“Mmm, please daddy,” she agreed, and he drew her back into the bedroom then pulled out the two outfits. They were complete opposites. The one meant just for them to enjoy was little more than a baby pink colored mesh crop top that would barely cover her nipples, and the bottoms were just a band to go around her body to cover her ass and mound from direct view. It was added onto with the little choker and ribbons he could wrap in her hair or around her body wherever he wanted.

The other was what could be called a retro style bikini set. The bottoms had more coverage with a higher waist. There was a cutout in the back with a cute bright pink bow that matched the bra-style top, which matched the flowers printed on the darker blue bottoms. The top had a matching bow between the cups, and he knew she’d look incredible in it. His sweet baby doll would love playing in the water in it, letting her daddy slip his hand into that cutout in the back, teasing her when no one else was watching, making him hard until he couldn’t stand it and slid the bottoms to the side in order to fuck her in the water.

“You make it so hard to decide daddy,” she sighed, leaning into his side and he lifted her face to his, giving her a smile as his fingers traced over the necklace she never took off except when he insisted on getting it professionally cleaned and checked. She almost had a panic attack the first time he went to take it off her to take it in for a cleaning and it was only with his cock deep inside her, his hand on her throat promising that he’d never let her go that she agreed to it.

In return, he bought her several pretty collar style necklaces that would give her a similar feeling to his hand being there that she could wear while it was being cleaned. She liked them, but they weren’t his padlock and they both knew it. Which reminded him of the gift he’d snuck into the bag before they left.

“Get a closer look at them, daddy’s got something else for his baby doll,” he said, giving her a quick kiss before heading into the bathroom and opened his bag to get the long thin box.

“What’s that?” Megan asked, her eyes lighting on the box as she turned his way hearing his footsteps.

“Your anniversary present,” he said with a smile as her brows lifted a bit. “The swimwear is for daddy first and foremost, you know that baby doll. This is all for you.”

“Can I open it, daddy?” she asked, and he nodded, holding onto the box so she could take off the lid, then flip open the velvet beneath it. Her little gasp made his cock harden wanting her desperately and he gave her a quick kiss as she lifted the new choker from the lining.

“I know technically the tenth anniversary is supposed to be tin, but there was no way I was going to buy you a tin necklace. Instead I went with platinum—which has tin in the word,” he teased pulling a full, amazing laugh from her as her eyes glanced over the choker and the delicate pink etching on it that was made to look like a tied bow with trailing ribbon. “Turn it over,” he added when she looked back up to him with a huge grin.

“Daddy!” she gasped at the inscription he had engraved there. He had it made by someone that was enmeshed in a similar lifestyle, so they didn’t think it strange—the design or the engraving. “I love it. It’s perfect,” she gushed launching herself into his arms and he held her tight, his lips pressing into her forehead before fluttering over each eye as she held onto him tight.

“You can wear it with daddy’s padlock, and it will match in color, or you can just wear it whenever we take the padlock in for cleaning, you can decide,” he said, smiling fully when she held it up for him, lifting her hair out of the way as she turned towards the mirror in the space.

“I wouldn’t want to wear it all the time. The pink would likely fade if I did, but I love it, daddy,” Megan said, smiling as Ryan buckled it, his lips kissing her neck as he let it rest against her skin. “I love being daddy’s property.”

“I know you do, baby doll and daddy fucking loves that you’re my property. That’s why I had it engraved and if the pink fades, I can take it back to Micah and he’ll make it good as new,” he stated making her smile even more knowing who made it.

“I was wondering if you had to argue or were questioned why you wanted ‘Property of Daddy’ engraved in it,” she teased, laughing when he gave her neck a nip. “Careful, you’ll leave a mark and wasn’t it daddy that said he didn’t want anything marking my body?”

“Permanently marking it,” he growled at her, giving her neck another little nip. “Much as I’d love to put property of daddy all over my baby doll’s body, especially pointing towards my little pussy, I like you going out, wearing just enough to keep you covered, looking so fucking innocent that no one would have a fucking clue just how filthy I fuck my baby doll.”

“Mmm, well, then if you don’t mind something not so permanent, I might have just the thing to satisfy us both,” she mused, sending his brow upward this time. She leaned up, giving him a quick kiss before digging into her luggage, coming back with a little box. “Cassie might have given me these after our last vacation,” she added opening the box to pull out a little package of markers that sent his brow even higher. “I mentioned that you kept shooting me down whenever I suggested getting a tattoo and she texted me a few weeks later that next time we stopped in town I should check the mail. So when we were there, I found these.”

He took the box, a hint of a smile crossing his lips as he read the package. “Washable tattoo markers for skin…”

“And since the bikini bottoms you got for even our public plans are high waisted, I could give you a hint of what I was thinking about, but you won’t have to worry about it being permanent,” she suggested and nodded.

“We’ll do our public plans today then, because I have some very dirty ideas of my own of what to put on your skin with the other and just in case they don’t wash off straight away, I won’t have to worry or scrub too hard before we do the public ones then,” he stated, and she didn’t argue at all.

She grabbed up the new outfit, including the clothes to wear over the bikini, then headed into the bathroom with the marker. Writing on her lower belly was harder than she thought it would be, but it didn’t look too bad, and thankfully, she knew enough from cheerleading to know to write it backwards, so it was legible for Ryan to read it. That wouldn’t be until after he took the bikini bottoms off her though and she slipped into them and the top, adding the white sundress over it leaving both necklaces on after braiding her hair into two long pigtails.

“Damn baby doll, you look gorgeous,” he groaned when she returned to him, slipping into the little white lace flats that he’d gotten out for her and they went to get something to eat before heading to the beach, enjoying the sunshine and warmth for a bit.

The water was perfect, but even more so was Ryan fucking her hard in it, while others were on the beach unaware of it. She’d wondered why the leg holes of the swim bottoms were so loose, but since they weren’t likely to show anything, it hadn’t bothered her one little bit. Now, she knew it was so Ryan could easily slide them to the side to fuck her and she loved it and him even more.

“Are you going to tell me what you put on my sweet little baby doll’s skin?” Ryan asked as they made their way back to their bungalow late that afternoon, his lips pressing kisses to her temple.

“Daddy really wants to know?” she asked, and he nodded, making her giggle a bit as she hurried back towards the shower. “Guess you’ll have to stop me quick to find out, daddy!”

She’d no more than gotten the shower turned on when Ryan grabbed her, turning her away from the water, then whipped the dress over her head, leaving her in just the bikini once more. He shucked his own clothes, leaving him completely naked, and she let out a teasing little grin, before dropping down to lick the tip of his hard cock, distracting him while she uncapped the pen. He let out a little grunt but didn’t stop her as she scrawled down his cock ‘baby doll’s only’.

“Always, Meggie,” he promised and fuck, she loved that nickname just as much as his baby dolls.

“Daddy wants to see what’s on his baby doll?” she said, unclipping the bikini top quickly, letting it drop before doing a little spin around, showing him she hadn’t touched anything there, not that it would be easy to reach her back anyway, but she stayed facing away from him as she slipped the bottoms off, happy to see that the water hadn’t smudged the ink as she glanced down her front. The markers claimed it required soap to remove and that they were water resistant, and she could see that much was true.

“Megan…” he said, his voice deep with warning and she turned back to face him after kicking her feet free from her bottoms.

“What do you think daddy?” she questioned, running her fingertips all around the top and sides of where she’d marked herself.

“Meggie! Are you…you’re sure?” he asked, and she nodded, giggling when he swept her up into his arms, moving them into the warm water as his mouth claimed hers, his cock sliding deep inside her, making her moan.

“Daddy, please,” she cried as he drove her straight up to the ledge, his body pulling away from her slightly making her quiver.

“Come for me, baby doll, let daddy fill your sweet pussy up again,” Ryan urged her, feeling her body tightening up as she tried to hold off on her orgasm. He didn’t want that at all. He wanted her coming over and over, her body so relaxed that it would certainly take his deposits and make them a baby.

Those three little words written on her belly nearly sent him blind. That ‘deposit for baby’ the sexiest thing ever.

“Daddy!” she shouted in his ear, and he didn’t bother waiting, he came deep and hard inside her, holding her close as they both came down from their high.

He didn’t let her feet touch the floor as he washed them, getting the salt from their skin before striding back to the bed with her still on his hard cock. He slid a pillow under her hips, then took her slowly, gently, loving every bit of her as he held her gaze seeing the love he felt for her returned entirely, the desire and need for him, his body, as well as the baby he’d been dying to make for the last two years in it.

It took them up and over three more times, until he collapsed next to her, pulling her legs over his hip as he propped himself up on his side, looking down at her with a full smile. Her eyes fluttered, a little giggle slipping from her lips when he pressed his liquid gold back inside her pussy, plugging it with his thumb.

“I don’t really think that’ll increase your chances, daddy,” she teased, and he gave her fingers that were running over his chest a nip making her laugh again.

“You’re sure you want this, baby doll? You’re not just doing it for me?” he asked, and she nodded. “Words Meggie. I need to hear your words.”

“I’m sure, daddy,” she replied, her eyes softening, face relaxing as she leaned up towards him and he met her halfway with a long, slow kiss. “I’m ready Ryan,” she promised when she pulled back, relaxing back into the mound of pillows. “Two years ago, even last year, I wasn’t. Something inside me just wasn’t ready to think about us ever being more than just you and me. I really thought it was going to become a breaking point for us,” she added making his heart ache hearing the worry in her voice.

“Never, baby doll. Yes, I wanted a baby with you, a piece of you and me mixed together for us to love, to be daddy for in a completely different way than I am for you, Meggie, but if I had to choose between having you as mine or having a baby, I’ll always, always choose you. Never doubt that. If you’re only…”

“No,” she said, stopping his words instantly, shocking him because not once in the last ten years had she ever used the word no with him. Not even in everyday things when it wouldn’t matter. She’d avoid it entirely, using ‘I don’t think so’ or ‘not for me’ type phrases to get the same point across and it hit him deep inside hearing that word now, especially with this discussion.

“Baby doll…”

“This isn’t just for you, Ryan. When I told you I wasn’t ready to even discuss it last year, I saw your disappointment and it hurt me to think there was anything that could come between us. But I truly wasn’t ready to even think about being responsible for someone else’s life, especially not a baby that would be dependent on me, and it had absolutely nothing to do with you or thinking that our relationship would change because of it. I just couldn’t see myself as a mother. I started to ask myself then if I meant I just couldn’t see it happening then or if I meant ever. Which brought back discussions I’ve had with Claire and Cassie and their reasons for not having them, and your mom and Angela on the topic of kids and how they fit into their lifestyle. I love being Aunt Megan to Angela and Mark’s kids, seeing them when we’re in town, and I never felt pressured by her or your mom to agree to have them.”

“I’m glad you never felt that way, baby doll, because I’d be pissed if they ever made you question your decision,” he said stroking her cheek as he leaned closer to her, whispering a kiss over her face.

“Claire’s reason to not have kids might be completely different than Cassie’s but I understand both—but I couldn’t see their reasons being enough for me to keep refusing to even have the conversation,” Megan said, and he fought to keep from letting his full smile out hearing that. “If I was in Claire’s shoes, sure, maybe I’d seriously think it’s better to not have kids than to risk having ones with serious medical conditions that might not even make it to being born. But when faced with asking myself if I wanted to be like Cassie and simply not want kids to not have to think of anyone but me—and making my husband give me what I want—the answer was a big fat…”

“No,” he offered when she gave him a grin.

“Yeah…so then I had to ask myself why I kept pushing the conversation away even and I finally had to admit that I was scared. Scared that I wouldn’t be enough, good enough to be a mom, to be loved by a baby because of everything with my mom…”

“Meggie,” he groaned gathering her up against his heart, rocking her when he spotted the tears in her eyes. “No baby doll, not a chance.”

She nodded against his chest, her hand resting on his heart and he felt her smile calming his worries.

“I know. It hit me how much I did want it when we were in Venice about ten months ago. We were at that little café just enjoying the day when that toddler almost fell into the canal. Seeing you with him in your arms, I wanted so badly for that to be you and with our baby in them. I was still scared though. I knew if I tried to talk about it with you, you’d make it make sense but then I worried a bit that I’d agree to it more for you than even myself, so I decided to call Julia instead to talk it through. Which led us to semi-regular discussions—I wouldn’t necessarily call them therapy sessions since we’re a little closer to her and Aaron than most therapists should be with their clients,” she added making him chuckle, pressing a kiss to her temple. “She gave me some things to think about, through, and it really helped. So yes, I’m sure that I’m not doing this just for you. I want this just as much Ryan. I want your baby. While we were in New York, I stopped by the doctor’s office and had my IUD removed. I debated about how to tell you and if it wasn’t normal protocol for them to destroy them after removal, I might have given it to you as your present.

I figured me telling you that it was out, and you could potentially get me pregnant would be a present you’d like even more than me buying you something.”