A/N: so this is it. Last chapter 😭

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"Are you nervous?"

What a question! Of course I'm nervous, barely able to stop my hands from physically shaking. We agreed that my father – my father! What the fuck? – was going to come to Suzu's house – our home. Nikki and Landon borrowed a car from Suzu and went to get him from the airport. I know Nikki was really excited at the idea of him coming, though he's been trying to hide it from me, because I, on the other hand, have not been doing a great job of hiding my concern.

I have to remember that, other than impregnating my mother during an affair, none of what has ever happened to me has been his fault. But, somehow, I'm still scared, as if he's going to enter the house and start beating me for being a terrible son. He won't. Nikki has been careful to tell me he's a good man, that he's kind, and loving.

I change five times between Nikki messaging that his flight has been announced and when there's finally the knock on the door and I hear Allie moving to answer it. I hear Nikki introducing Allie to his father – shit, my father – and that man being surprised that we have a butler (reminds me of me, to be fair), before Allie leads them to the living room.

Suzu sits on one of the couches, looking calm and so beautiful, while I stand by the cold fireplace, undoubtedly looking the opposite of calm.

"Ellis," that man says – my father – looking at me with, with hope, perhaps? He's very tall. Probably almost as tall as Suzu, lean, with brown hair grayed at the temples. He looks handsome, and distinguished. His glasses make his eyes look very large and round, and give him the air of an absent-minded professor.

I don't know what to say to him. I can't call him Dad, obviously. I just stare, trembling a bit.

"Mr. Anderson," Suzu says, standing to shake his hand, "welcome to America. Or back to America, I guess?"

"Yes. Hello. Please call me Brian, er...?"

"François Girard. I'm Ellis' boyfriend."

"Well, it's wonderful to meet you." He shakes more enthusiastically, smiling in a way that makes me feel a little safer, a little more relaxed.

He turns back to me, his smile more secure now.

"It's wonderful to see you, Ellis. You look so much like Nikolai."

"It's, er, good to see you, too."

We sit, then, Nikki next to Brian, Landon taking an armchair, while I sit too close to Suzu, needing his strength. I see Brian's eyes flick to my collar and away. It's a delicate piece that looks like a necklace to anyone not in the know, though the look makes me wonder if he might be more in the know than I'd assumed. I won't be embarrassed though, not of that, not of what Suzu means to me. He doesn't ask about it though, just asks me about my school, and my piano playing, while Leeanna brings in afternoon tea, and he looks even more gobsmacked at us having a housekeeper, too, though he makes no mention of it.

Slowly, it becomes less uncomfortable, as I become more used to simply calling him Brian, and I relax into knowing he isn't going to ask me anything awkward. I know Nikki warned him off mentioning my mother, which I'm grateful for.

We've been talking for hours, and I'm surprised at how quickly, and easily, the time vanished, when he takes my hands in his, leaning forward.

"I should have known that you would be artistic," he says with a wry smile, "Nikolai has wonderful talents too, and I think it must have come down my line, even if it skipped a generation in me, he certainly didn't get it from his mother." It's the closest he's come to mentioning my mother, but he doesn't, just looks sheepish.

"Would you play for me, Ellis?"

Of course I will; showing him my favorite thing (or, the favorite thing that's suitable for a family-friendly meeting, anyway) has to be good for both of us. I slide onto the piano stool and start simple with a little Beethoven, and then can't go wrong with some Bach.

"Any requests?"

"Do you know Fantaisie by Chopin?"

"Not making it easy?" I laugh, but begin to play, and enjoy the way he lets his leg bounce with the music. It isn't especially civilized, but it's joyful, and I can let that joy transform my music.

When Nikki and Landon take him back to theirs, as he's tired after a long day travelling, I sink back into Suzu, content, and fairly sleepy myself.

"Happy, Baby?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Oh? How tired are you?"

"Hmmm, I could be convinced to wake up, if you offer me something worthwhile."

"How about some time in the public eye? It's been a while since I got you up on that stage."

"Yes, please, Sir."

"Go prepare yourself, Baby. Put some pretty panties on."

I run upstairs, feeling a lot more awake at the promise of my Sir playing with me. It's a lot of pressure: I have to do it right if I'm doing it in front of everyone, even more so than normal, because it isn't simply about Suzu's expectations of me, but about what the audience sees and whether I'm good enough to be the lead sub, to be looked up to by all the other subs. It's been getting easier, when Suzu tells me what a good job I do, and the other subs come to me for advice – sometimes even the ones who've been doing this a lot longer than me. I know some of that comes from how secure and loving my relationship with Suzu is now. It's something a lot of the other subs aspire to, even if it's 'eventually' for a lot of the ones that like to play around. Anyway, I'm starting to realize I kinda like the pressure, and the need to perform. I suppose I always did, with the piano, and this is just another side to that.

I clean up, and put on a pair of black lacy panties that hug my ass just right. I throw on some running shorts over the top but don't bother with anything else except my boots as we don't need to go outside. I swap out my collar, too, wanting my thick black one for the club, and my matching cuffs for the whole look.

When Suzu sees me coming down the stairs he grins and adjusts himself in his tight black pants, which is about as much of a compliment as anything else, though he grabs my wrists together in one of his huge hands, pulling me close to nibble at my earlobe.

"You look fucking perfect, Baby," and I shudder in pleasure at the promise his tone holds.

When we go through the door to the club he has one thing on his mind, barely sparing a greeting to all the people we pass. He must have called ahead when I was getting ready, as the light indicating a show in the main show room is already flashing.

"In a hurry, Sir?" I pant at keeping pace with him.

"Of course. I want to show you off to everyone."

We're in the show room now, and people are coming in, finding their seats and accepting water from the waiters that move around helpfully.

I spot Dae with Dexter and give them a little wave before Suzu is hustling me onto the stage.

"Strip off your shorts, leave your boots and panties on."

I follow his instructions quickly, standing with my back to the audience as he takes in the sight of my underwear.

"Fuck, Baby, you'll kill me. Are you feeling okay? Not tired?"

"Wide awake, Sir."

"Good. I'm going to place you in a spreader bar and bind your arms before I flog you. You think you can hold position?"

"Yes, Sir."

"The instant you feel unsteady on your feet you need to tell me."

"Yes, Sir."

I can already feel my headspace sinking over me, embracing the feeling. It's pressure, knowing I'll have to hold a difficult, unstable position, but getting into my zone will help. He parts my legs and fixes the spreader to my ankles. There's some give in the way the cuffs connect to the bar with chains, so I'm not completely immobile, but I have to tense my abdominals to hold position when he pulls my arms behind my back into box and swiftly wraps ribbons to hold them in place.

He shows me the flogger, which is a short one, so I know he's planning on staying close, but it's a horsehair one, so I also know it will sting.

He begins almost gently, warming up my upper back first, and then my butt and thighs, with short, sharp flicks, until I can feel how pink my skin must be, before he starts going harder, following through on the strike. I love the sound it makes, whooshing through the air, and then the patter like raindrops on my skin. He's moving everywhere, but I moan when he spends time on my ass, aching to bend for him, to give him more. But I can't move, can't even thrust my hips like I so want to, have to hold perfectly still.

He moves closer, still swiping over me, but pressing one huge hand on my chest. I want to drop my head, purr against his touch, but I stay strong, whimpering desperately as he twists over each of my nipples in turn.

"Please," I whisper.

"Baby?" he whispers back – this is between us, not for the audience.

"Please, Suzu, give me more. Touch me."

"Almost, Baby, just stay strong for a little while more."

I nod, two tears forming on my lower lids, as he pulls the back of my black panties down, showing my reddened ass to the audience, adding more stinging strikes. I feel dizzy with pleasure, have to shift my foot the tiniest bit, and he sees, pressing more firmly on my chest, showing me he has me. I'm so hard I swear I'll break through the front of the panties, and when he swoops me up I'm liquid, pressing my face into his chest as he carries me out.

I don't even realize we're in our own room, not in the club, until he's rubbing the feeling back into my wrists, stretching my arms above my head and retying them to the headboard.

"You were perfect, looked so good for me up there, your body all tight and held still."

The spreader's still on and he pushes my knees up to reveal me fully to his eyes, swirling a lubed finger over me.

"You liked that, yes? You're all ready for me, so relaxed."

"Yes, Sir, please," is all I can get out, and then he's pressing into me, smooth, filling wonderfully.

After the long tease, it doesn't take long, with his hand reaching under me, stroking over the wet head, before I'm begging harder, needing release.

"Good boy, come for me, Baby."

I let go, squeezing down hard, keeping the muscles taut as I feel him swell and grow and fill me even further.

It's so peaceful here in our room, with him wrapped around me, his strong body making me feel safe, and nurtured. He looks after me so well.

"Suzu, do you think Dexter would be able to find my sister and brother if you ask him?"

"I'm sure he could. Do you want that?"

"I think I do."

I know, whatever the outcome of that, Suzu will be by my side, taking care of me, like he has before.

A/N: hope you liked it. Let me know.

I know it might sorta look like a mean little cliffhanger but it isn't, I promise. You can take your thoughts for what might happen to the boys going forward (and they'll definitely cameo in future stories). 

Plus, if there's any interest, I might drop one shot texts for any individual further short stories that might interest people about the characters that have already had their book - let me know if there's anything you'd like to see. And who knows, maybe there could be sequels if anything sparks a big enough idea (though I already have approx 10 future stories planned out to some degree - time, you are not my friend)

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