Epilogue: The Dark Duet (25 page)

I stayed my hand from continuing to
spank Livvie, but I did not keep it idle. Within seconds, my heated fingers
wormed their way beneath the scrap of satin only just concealing her pussy. Her
hips pushed back to meet me before she had a thought in her head. I liked that.

“Is that better, Pet? Did you like the
spanking?”

She rocked her hips as much as she was
able and tried to seat my fingers inside her.

“Yes, Caleb. Please, don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I pushed two
fingers inside as far as they would go. I worked them back and forth quickly,
delivering both jolts of pleasure and surprise. My dick jerked as Livvie’s
unabashed and lascivious yelp met my ears. I watched her hips move back and
forth as she found her own pleasure. My sadistic appetite was slowly fed as,
little by little, I withdrew my fingers and Livvie’s hips gave chase to catch
them. Back, back, back, she canted her hips as much as she was able. I hadn’t
given her much slack. She wouldn’t have liked it if I had.

“More, Caleb. Please?” she whined. She
treated me to the sight of her wiggling her bottom.

I spanked her once.

“Don’t try to entice me. I’m not near
finished with you. You wanted a whipping and I’m determined to give you one.”

There was a sulky whimper preceding her
murmured, “Yes, Caleb.” She huffed and rearranged herself in her restraints.

“Always with the saucy mouth, Kitten.
Whether you’re using it to spout invective comments or simply petulant sounds,
you’re always pushing me toward this—toward punishing you. I always
wondered—before—if you craved me like this. Did you?” I lifted the crop and let
it land on her ass again. Livvie lurched in her bonds, her lips pressed tightly
together so that not even her surprise could break free.

“Answer me, Kitten.” I whipped her
again and once more for good measure.

“No! No, Caleb.” There was the
slightest stirring of real fear in her voice.

“No? Why now? What’s changed?” I
whipped her again, mindful to keep the kiss of the crop across her flanks.

“I don’t know,” she cried. Her body was
tight as a drawn bow. She was fighting me and I didn’t know why. I thought
perhaps she was only fighting herself.

“Do you remember the first time I
whipped you?” I asked. I knew for certain she did. This entire scenario had
been constructed based upon that particular memory. The least I could do was
assist her in cataloging it properly.

“Yes, Caleb,” she said more quickly.

“I remember too. It all could have gone
differently.” I reached around to the front of her body and cupped one of her
breasts. I rolled her nipple between my fingers as I spoke. “I would have shown
you mercy, of a sort. I knew you were scared. You’d been shocked to learn I was
your abductor and not the hero you’d imagined.” I tugged on her nipple. It was
a hard little stone between my fingers. “You wouldn’t let me be kind. I would
have fed you while you rested your head in my lap. I would have given you as
many answers as I could to ease your plight. You could have gone to bed without
the marks from my belt. But you fought me. You couldn’t win, and you still
fought me.”

“I hated you!” she said. The words
caught in her throat. She shut her eyes and tears raced down her cheeks.  “I didn’t
want your fucking mercy.” The words
were difficult to hear, but I knew them to be true and I deserved them.

I leaned forward and collected a salty
tear from her cheek.

“Don’t be sad, Kitten. You were right
to hate me.”

“I don’t hate you anymore, Caleb.
Please believe me. I don’t hate you.” More tears spilled down her cheek.

I stroked her hair. I kissed her salty
cheek.

“I know, Pet. We’ve come a long way
from there. Yet, here we are. You’re still asking me to punish you. Why?” I
struck her several times. With each loud slap her resolve crumbled a little
more. I pushed her. I pushed myself. I wanted her to understand there had only
ever been one reason to return to this.

Livvie was sobbing.

“I… I like it.”

“Yes,” I said. I placed my hand between
her legs and stroked her wet folds. “You do. So why are you still fighting me?”

“I don’t mean to!” Her chest shook with
the force of her crying.

“I think you do. I think you believe I
want you to—but I don’t, Kitten. You don’t have to provoke me. You’re no longer
my captive.” I touched her clit. My fingertip glided easily through her slick
folds. I whipped her across her other thigh with the crop.

Livvie screamed but settled quickly.

“I’m sorry, Caleb. Please forgive me.”

Begging… I’m always a sucker for the
begging when it suits my own desires.

“You’re forgiven. Don’t do it again.”

She took several deep breaths.

“Yes, Caleb.” She moaned loudly when I
bit her shoulder. “God! The things you do to me…” Her breath shuddered from her
chest. “No one else makes me feel this way. You hurt me so much—before. But you
always made it better. You’re the only one who makes it better. I don’t want it
to stop.”

“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.