Page 44 of Still His

Epilogue

CATHERINE

Two Years Later…

The club has been up and running for the past six months and it’s been nothing short of a dream come true.

After Dad told me he had sold his company and wanted to move to Edmonton, he really dove head first into getting Forbidden off the ground. I was a little more leery.

It took a while for me to be certain this was truly what he wanted and not just what he thought he wanted. I was so afraid the other shoe would eventually drop and one of us would have to admit we had to make sacrifices.

But as time went on, we moved to Edmonton and eventually I started getting excited about the plans and how it should look inside while still trying to not get my hopes up.

I don’t know why I’m so pessimistic when I’ve got the man of my dreams and life has turned out to be amazing…but I always fear what’s around the next corner.

Psychiatrists say it’s PTSD from losing both of my parents at such a young age and they’re probably right. They say it’s the same reason why I don’t want kids.

After Dad and I started having sex, I was constantly worried and paranoid. We took precautions with birth control and condoms when I was even more paranoid than normal, but it didn’t stop the constant fear swirling inside of me.

I was so grateful for finding a psychiatrist to help me find someone willing to tie my tubes and burn them off because it was seen as a medical necessity as far as my mental health goes.

The amount of fight it took for me to get one was unbelievable. I had always heard stories about Canada being so biased against women making decisions about their bodies but had never lived it until doctor after doctor turned me down.

“You’re twenty-one. You don’t know what you will want in a couple years, and this isn’t reversible. I’m sorry, we can’t perform the procedure.”

Over and over again, we got the same response until Dad got pissed off. Working with his lawyers, they came up with the idea of it being medically necessary because my anxiety and panic attacks were becoming more and more frequent.

That’s what led us to the psychiatrist who diagnosed me with sever PTSD due to the loss of my parents. They then went to battle with me, fighting for my right to make this decision even though I was under thirty and had never had kids.

That was the point. I didn’t want them.

Just shy of Forbidden opening, I was approved for the surgery, and it was a blessing.

I haven’t had many panic attacks the past few months and was able to really focus on my role as kitten and sub for my Master, my Daddy.

“What are you thinking about, kitten?” Daddy asks me from his seat on the couch, and I sigh.

“Just everything. I can’t believe this place has been open for six months already.” I look around his office. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t the happiest I had ever been and a lot of that has to do with not having to worry about things like my pesky uterus being a dick.

Okay, lie. I still get my period and it HATES me for that, but at least I know I can’t get pregnant. That alone was enough to help me get my mind right, but Dad has been amazing through it all.

He was the perfect dom to my sub. The perfect father to his daughter, and the perfect husband to his wife.

Yeah, we got married before we even left Vancouver to come here.

When he asked me, he said he never wanted to live another second without me being his in every single way I could be, and I didn’t argue. Who wouldn’t melt at that?

I did fuck him on the kitchen floor though. Those words lit fire to my heart and soul, and I jumped him like a crazy person.

No complaints were ever made from his end either.

“It’s pretty incredible, isn’t it?” He smiles, moving closer and pulling me into his lap. “And in two weeks, you’re doing your first video stream with me. Well, from the club anyways.” He gives me this wicked smirk and I’m instantly wet, my clit throbbing for him.

“Mmm, mine and Master’s together.” I lean forward, biting his bottom lip as he groans. “Are you ready for that?” I ask him this at least once a week, worried how he will react to fucking me on camera.

Well, first time his face will be on camera. We’ve been on my old channel together lots of times in the past two years, but like he had done as Dante, he kept his face hidden.

We discovered that he loves cuffing me and flogging. Really, he loves to punish his naughty little kitty and she loves to be bad for him.