Epilogue (23 page)

“Better than whom, Pet?” I dropped the crop and palmed her ass as I continued making circles on her clit. Livvie had found a taste for pain, but I knew the best way to get her to talk was to bring her as close to the edge of orgasm as possible.

“Everyone,” she whispered. Her eyes were closed, but I could see the tears still leaking from her eyes. Her hips were moving again, finding a rhythm to match my touches. “You take care of me. No one’s taken care of me like you.”

A weight pressed on my chest.

“I’d take care of you without this.”

“I want this. I didn’t want it before. You didn’t care about me. I was a thing to you. I know that’s not true anymore. I trust you, Caleb. I trust you to see me like this. I trust you to take care of me.” Livvie’s thighs began to shake.

“No, Pet. You’re not allowed to come yet.”

“Please, Caleb,” she whimpered.

I stifled a laugh.

“So manipulative.” I spanked her with my bare hand. Hard. It didn’t seem to affect her. She was on another plane.

“I learned from the best,” she said. I watched her smile and then attempt to hide it.

“Couldn’t make it five minutes, could you? And now I’m afraid I can’t let you come.”

“Caleb, no.
Please! I’m sorry.
” She opened her eyes when I pulled my hands away. Her expression was one of astonishment. I smiled.

“I warned you.”

“What are you going to do?” Her tone suggested she was frightened. Her eyes said otherwise. She’d asked me that same question dozens, perhaps hundreds, of times. I always had the same answer.

“Whatever I want.”

I’d been working on something rather special and I couldn’t wait to try it out. I’d never been much of a carpenter or inventor, per se, but idle hands and an agile mind had led me to explore more hobbies. I found that I liked working with my hands, and I especially liked when my new hobbies coincided with my favorite pastime.

Livvie was silent as I undid the straps on her ankles. She was always most quiet when she was nervous. She sagged in my arms, limp as a wet noodle once I unstrapped her wrists.

“Caleb?” she whispered.

I hoisted her over my shoulder and slapped her ass.

“No questions, Pet. You’ll like it. I promise. Or at the very least,
I will
.”

I grabbed a pillow from the sofa before I walked the few steps necessary to reach my constructed apparatus. It hadn’t taken much to put together. The downstairs was mostly unfinished and it was easy to find the choice support beams.

I tossed the pillow on the floor and set Livvie down on it. I heard her wince as her heated backside made contact, but I also knew she’d be just fine.

She appeared beautifully at odds with the unfinished basement, a diamond in the rubble.

“Lean back on your hands and put your legs out in front of you.”

She stared at me for a moment as if she were unsure about whether or not to bait me with more of her insolent backtalk. Then, seeming to come to her senses, she did as I asked.

“Yes, Caleb,” she added.

“Very good, Kitten. I’m proud of you.” I winked at her and smiled. We were supposed to be having fun. I didn’t want either of us to forget that fact.

“Thank you, Caleb.” She managed a smile for me.

She was very curious about my every move as I gathered up the harness I needed, along with a spreader bar and some nylon rope. The hardware store was a very convenient place to shop for sex toys.

It took a few minutes, but I finally had what I wanted. Straps placed at Livvie’s waist, thighs, and ankles would help lessen the amount of gravitational strain. The spreader bar would keep her ankles apart, evenly distribute her weight, and give her some semblance of balance. Finally, the nylon rope—anchored to the spreader bar and pulled through a series of load-bearing pulleys secured in the ceiling— would make it easy to lift her slowly off the ground.

“How do you feel?” I asked. Livvie lay on her back with her knees bent. She was pulling on her lip with her fingers.

“Nervous. Are you sure this is safe?”

“Do you trust me to keep you safe?” I palmed one of her breasts and traced her satin-clad nipple with my thumb. She sighed.

“Always.”

“Then stop asking silly questions.” I leaned down and kissed her. I was beyond aroused. I felt like a starving man sitting down to a feast. I wanted to touch every part of Livvie all at once. I also knew the wait would make the reward all the sweeter.

I let myself kiss her slowly. I let the tip of my tongue coax her lips open. I scraped it along the edge of her upper teeth before I felt the first slow slide of her tongue meeting mine.

Livvie’s hand cupped the back of my head and pulled me closer. She was just as eager, but less inclined to savor than I was. Our teeth clicked against one another as she attempted to let the kiss consume us.

I pinched her nipple between my forefinger and thumb. I was treated to a keening whimper, a blatant request for more. I tugged Livvie’s nipple, delivering sensation and rewarding myself with more of her whimpers.

“You really won’t let me come?” she asked between kisses. One of her hands reached between my legs. She caressed my balls through my pants. Her fingernails dragged behind them. I shook.

“No.”

“Please, Caleb.” Her hand moved from my balls to my cock. She squeezed. “You’re so hard. I know you want to fuck me.”

A groan escaped me. I pulled away from her before she could convince me to let her have her way yet again.

“I do want to fuck you, Pet. I said
you
weren’t allowed to come yet. I didn’t say anything about not fucking you.”

She frowned but kept from making further protests or demands. For Livvie, I supposed that qualified as being obedient.

Slowly, I pulled on the rope and hoisted Livvie into the air by her ankles. She gasped loudly and let out a yelp or two, but otherwise she’d come through it very well.

“Comfortable?” I asked. Anticipation burned hotly in my chest. I paid particular attention to the damp spot on Livvie’s panties. I licked my lips.

“Um… I guess so.” Her fingertips scrambled for purchase on the ground but couldn’t quite reach.

“Relax your body and just hang there. The more you tense up, the more you’ll move about.” I secured the rope and grabbed a few items before I made my way to Livvie.

I ran my hands from her ankles down to her inner thighs. I stroked the little damp spot between Livvie’s legs.

“Oh!” Livvie exclaimed. Her arms wrapped around my waist and she pulled me close. Her head was pressed against the front of my pants.

“My, but you
are
wet, Kitten. Did your whipping turn you on?”

“Yes, Caleb.” She rubbed her face against my erection.

“I’m glad,” I said. My voice was as hoarse as hers. I hooked my thumbs on either side of her panties and pulled them upward. They gave only as far as a few centimeters past the bottom of her ass. Her legs were spread too wide for much more. It was enough to suit my purpose.

“I’ve told you before, Kitten, but I’ll say it again: You are beautiful here.” I kissed her mound and Livvie’s hips made a tiny thrust. “Should I lick your pussy?”

“Oh, god! Yes. Please.” She began kissing my erection.

I palmed her ass in both hands and brought her to my mouth. I licked her from clit to delicious hole and darted my tongue inside to collect the wetness she’d so generously created for me. Livvie’s entire body was shaking. Her hands gripped my ass and pulled me close.

“Mmm, I love the taste of your pussy. You should try it.” I slowly backed away, ignoring whimpered protests. Placing one hand behind her neck and an arm behind her shoulders, I pulled Livvie upward and let her taste her pussy from my mouth.

She moaned and sucked on my tongue. Her hands held my head in place as she navigated her way through our upside down mashing of mouths.

“It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Caleb,” she said through panting breaths.

Gingerly, I lowered her until our previous posture was achieved. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted her mouth on me. I undid my slacks and pulled out my dick. Pre-come wept from the tip and I smeared it along Livvie’s cheek.

Livvie turned her head and latched on to my cock like a vixen possessed. She suckled.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting into her ravenous mouth. I reached for the back of her head and gathered up her hair from the floor. I held it in my fist as I let the first volleys of my lust clear. I had no intention of coming so soon. I pulled my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop.

“Easy, Pet. Let me set the pace. Open up.” I wasn’t at all surprised by her immediate obedience. With one hand holding her hair, I used my free hand to take hold of my cock. I couldn’t resist tracing her wet, red lips with the tip of my cock. I sighed as I watched her kitten tongue dart out to lick it. Finally, I slipped back into the warm, suctioning sanctuary of her mouth.

I let go of Livvie’s hair and stood. I desperately wanted more of her pussy in my mouth. I palmed her ass and pulled her toward me. My lips mouthed her clit while my tongue licked at her tiny bud. I felt every shudder, every moan, and every whimper against my cock. I made shallow thrusts interspersed with deep ones that drove past the scrape of Livvie’s teeth into her throat.

I pulled my hips back every so often to allow Livvie to breathe. Drool coated her cheeks and puddled on the floor, but she’d never looked sexier to me.

“Tell me how you feel,” I said.

She cleared her throat and swallowed.

“I want to come,” she pleaded.

“No,” I said. I urged her mouth back onto my cock. As she continued sucking, I bathed her pussy with my tongue until her thighs began to tremble. I pulled away. “No, Kitten.” I ran my finger through her wetness and circled the tight pucker of her ass.

Her mouth pulled off my cock.

“I’ll be good. I won’t come. I won’t come.” She tried to wriggle away from my finger.

“Let me in. Now.”

“
Please
, Caleb.”

“I’ll let you come.” I pressed my lips to her clit and kissed her.

There was a moment of hesitation, and then I felt her muscles relax. I slipped the tip of my finger inside her ass and wiggled it back and forth.

“Oh, god! Caleb. Please! I’m going to die.”

I laughed.

“You’re not going to die, Pet. You’re going to come. Hard.”

“I want to.” Her hips moved back and forth. “I’m so close. Please lick my pussy. I want to come. Please let me come.”

“Put me back in your mouth.”

The moment I felt her sucking, I put my mouth on her. I knew she couldn’t take much more.
I
couldn’t take much more, and I wasn’t the one hanging upside down.

Livvie’s hips thrust back and forth as she tried to work my tongue on her pussy. In the meantime, she was also fucking herself in the ass with my finger. A more glorious way to spend an evening has
not
been created.

I felt her muscles tightening. Even her mouth got tighter around my flesh.

“Go ahead and come for me, Pet.” I cupped the back of her head and kept myself in her mouth as she came in mine. I felt her orgasm on my tongue, around my finger, and her cries of ecstasy vibrated along my cock.  It felt as though she could come for days, and as I continued to fuck her mouth slowly my crisis found me and I spilled my seed inside.

Afterward, I lowered her to the ground and held her for a long time.

“Tell me again, Kitten.” I kissed her forehead.

“I’m yours, Caleb. Always.”

“And I’m yours. Happy anniversary, love.”

“It was perfect,” she whispered and nestled deeper into my arms.

I didn’t have the energy to do much more than move us to the sofa. We slept for an hour or two before we could drag ourselves into the shower and then to bed where we made love again, soft and slow.

Epilogue

So, here we are at the end. Was it good for you? It was for me. I suppose in the end that’s all that really matters. I know that’s selfish, but you know I’m selfish and you love me anyway.

For what it’s worth, I think I might actually miss you.

Will you miss me?

Will you cry?

If you do, please drink a tear for me and know that I never meant to cause you pain. Our parting is no cause to fret. In the words of Frank Herbert,
“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”

Livvie and I go on. We still live and have adventures.

Will we see each other again? I don’t have the answer to that. Life has taught me to expect the unexpected and it’s a lesson I learn over and again. Suffice to say – I hope so.

To be perfectly honest, I’ve gone around and around trying to find the perfect ending to this novel I never intended to write. In the end, I’ve come to the conclusion that there wasn’t anything wrong with the way Livvie ended things. Her epilogue was short, but it captured the essence of our story: Survival is the most important thing. It affords us the chance to live and to find all of the things that make living worthwhile. I found redemption. I found forgiveness. I found love.

That said, Livvie did a beautiful job with the ending and I can think of no greater tribute than to end this book as she intended.

As I walked, I could feel his eyes on me, the way I could always feel his eyes on me. Tears ran down my face unabashed, but I didn’t move to wipe them away. I had earned those tears, and I would wear them as a symbol of everything I had been through. They represented all the pain I had suffered, the love I felt, and the ocean of loss sweeping through my soul. I had finally learned to obey and never looked back.

The End

(For now)

About the Author

CJ Roberts is an independent writer. She favors dark and erotic stories with taboo twists. Her work has been called sexy and disturbing in the same sentence. 

She also stalks her reviewers… What? Caleb had to come from somewhere!