Epilogue

AVA

Winding the rough rope around my wrists, he checks the knots - tight but would not cut off the circulation. I squirm. The rough texture against my soft skin ups my lust. Being bound from my elbows to my wrists causes a gush of wetness to coat my thighs.

I'm helpless. I am at his mercy. I'm his toy to use as he deems. I could orgasm off this alone.

Well, almost.

His breath is heavy against my neck, sending a ripple of goosebumps along my skin and tightening my already peaked nipples. My arms bound behind my back, pushing my breasts further out, creates an enticing image of sexuality.

Kneeling on the bed, I wait. He has a plan. It all started when I finally opened up to the cuts along my thighs. So, I gave him the freedom to bring us both into a pleasure that is had between two individuals who openly and fully trust the other.

I'm bound and waiting.

He comes to the front of me, smirking. He grabs the cup, popping one in his mouth. Then he latches his icy mouth onto the tip of my nipple, sucking it between his clenched teeth, deeper into his mouth, and melting the frigid ice cube against my nipple. The dueling sensation has my pussy clenching, wishing to be filled. My nipple falls out of his mouth as he latches one of the nipple clamps on, the tip swelling. He takes the tip of the ice and rubs it against the sensitive peak.

He spits the ice cube out and reaches for another mug, pouring the too-hot liquid across my breast. The liquid slides to the tip before he repeats the process on the other breast. Popping the sensitive nipple from his mouth he latches the clamp on, but he isn't done. He snaps forward biting on the tip of the swollen nipple until I moan in pleasure and wiggle as my need flows down my already soaking thighs.

Cal smirks at me. Passion flaring in his heavy-lidded eyes as he practically purs. "We aren't even close to being done."

Oh god. A mewl of frustration bursts forth, and a chuckle floats in the air between us. "Cal,'' I whine. "I need …" My face scrunches up.

Fuck, I don't even know. He sees my yearning and, with knees spread wide for him to watch me drip with need, comes forward to lick my lips. I try to snare his kiss and deepen it. I squeak in surprise as Cal smacks my clit. It was hard and fast, but it brought forth a higher wanting.

"Beautiful," he murmurs as he steps back. Walking over to the nightstand, his cock is hard, leaking precum as it bobs and hits his washboard abs, leaving a streaking of shining wetness with every heavy stride. The image has me licking my lips and whimpering with want.

Returning, Cal has a scalpel. It's sharp, delicate; so innocent, yet the damage that the small blade can cause is deadly. He gently places it to the side of where I kneel, a writhing mess of needy lust. He smirks and slaps my clit once, twice, and three times. I almost cum. I am shaking with the need to touch him, suck him deep and licking every hard inch of his body until his scent leaks from every pore.

Getting on the bed, he reaches for a bottle just out of sight. Tipping it upside down, he pours chocolate all over his cock. Taking a hand, he runs his hand up and down, coating every inch. He tosses the bottle aside, proudly placing both hands on his hips. "Suck it," he demands.

Fucking gladly.

I figure out how to bend and hold myself up to begin my task of licking and sucking him clean. Running out of patience, Cal runs his hand through my hair, gripping it. He winds the strands until his fist is wrapped in my silky strands. The sting from his rough grip has my pussy clenching and me moaning around his hard, tasty length. My moans set him off. Holding my head still with his grip, he pounds into my face - a preview of what my pussy is going to get.

If my pussy could clap and rejoice for what is to come, I think it would.

After cleaning him, he slides out of my mouth, yanking me up. He roughly takes me in a kiss. Dazed and high on endorphins, I sink into the kiss. It's exactly what he needed. My hazy, slow mind didn't realize that he's looped my tied arms over a hook dangling from the ceiling.

How the hell did I not see that?

Making sure that the rope is still ok and that being lifted a few inches doesn't hurt, Cal lays on his back, slowly shimmying under me. He lays there and leisurely begins to lick my thighs clean. First the right, then the left. I'm shaking with lust. His tongue finally flicks against my swollen clit before he sucks it into his mouth, nipping at it. He licks up and down, fucking me with his tongue. He won't deepen his working tongue and that is when I learn that I can't grind down.

I feel his soft chuckle against my clit, sucking me back into his mouth and devouring me. I'm on the cusp of an orgasm when he stops altogether. Sitting up, he kisses me again. I taste my saltiness and love that he doesn't shy away from mingling our fluids. I suck his tongue in my mouth just like I did his cock and he smacks my clit, earning a moan of rapture.

Cal gets off the bed, walks to the nightstand again, and gets the cup. Taking a drink, he comes back over, lays down and reaches for my swollen, deep colored nips. He pinches them in time with pulling my clit into his mouth, rubbing an ice cube directly on my clit. I come with a scream of pleasure.

My thighs are drenched as Cal moves behind me. Pushing me forward, the strain on my arms aches. My thighs can't find any purchase as Cal uses his strength to pick me up and slam me down his full length. A gasp of pain and desire slipped past my puffy lips.

With me suspended, Cal has turned me into a swing that he can fuck as hard and fast as he wants. And he does. I grunt with every punishing thrust as he groans with each clench of my pussy. The squelching sounds grow with every plunge of his rock hard cock.

My nipples are brushing against the pillow Cal placed in front of me, the fabric was not the same as the silky pillowcase that we normally use. No, it's like he changed it and found the roughest material he could. Every swing has them rubbing my sensitive peaks, making me want to squirm more and more but I can't move, which only heightens this whole experience.

I don't see him grab the blade, but I do feel as Cal strikes out in various spots on my body. A nick on my collar bone allows me to watch as the blood drips onto the bedding. This caused the first spasm, which was meant with a punishing thrust. The second nick is at the curve of my ass cheek that he then grabbed. I felt the warmth of the blood spread over my entire cheek, which he promptly slapped, causing a deep moan to part my lips as he continues his arduous pace.

My body is winding tighter and tighter, building for the impending pleasure to ricochet forward. Cal is using the swing to force me to pound back into him, much like a pendulum. Then he finally does it.

Reaching around my body, keeping up his rigorous pounding, he takes my nipple between two of his fingers while rapidly slicing an X across my lower abdomen before flipping the handle and hitting my clit with it as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder.

My body tightens. An earth shattering orgasm rips through me and I throw my head back, scream out Cal's name. I can feel his cock spasming inside of me, filling me up. Cal kisses my neck, whispering "Good girl."

Quickly unhooking and untying me, he rubs out my arms and massages my hands. Wrapping us up in the warm bed, I sigh, "That was mind blowing." I snuggle further into the heat of his body. "We should do this more often."

A languid laugh slips from him. "Whatever you need Ava." He pulls me closer. "We have our whole future to experience the thrill of mixing pleasure with pain."

He's right.

We do.

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