Epilogue #2
His ass looks beautiful like this, propped up and begging to be played with.
I knead the flesh there, letting Cade rub himself off on my leg a little, but stopping him with a tsk tsk whenever he gets too eager.
Then, when I feel like we’re finally ready, I bring the flat of my hand down on his ass cheek.
It’s not as hard as I can hit, but it’s pretty hard. Hard enough to jolt his whole body forward and make him yelp. I pause for a second, waiting to see if he’s going to ask to stop.
When we talked about this before, Cade was adamant.
He said he liked the pain of some of the stuff we’d been doing.
He liked feeling destroyed and totally overwhelmed.
And while I loved choking him with my cock like we used to, the more research I did, the more convinced I became that it wasn’t safe enough. So, we looked for alternatives.
And the blush that took over Cade’s face when we hit on spanking as an option was fucking delicious. I knew I wanted to try, and he did, too. And he told me he wanted it to hurt.
Cade doesn’t say anything, so I hit him again. And again, and again. He jolts forward with each slap, his skin quickly turning rosy pink everywhere I’m smacking him, and his hips begin to hump my lap in a mindless, desperate way while he starts moaning like he can’t help it.
I’m only wearing my underwear, so I can feel how much wetness he’s leaking and smearing over my skin, and it’s making my arousal so much worse. I keep spanking him, gradually building and building until it’s getting overwhelming and Cade is letting out little yelps with every hit.
When it seems like he’s getting close to rubbing out an orgasm from the friction, I stop spanking and jerk his hips up in the air.
His cock hangs there, swollen and desperate, dark pink and begging for attention. A thin trail of precum connects the tip with my thighs.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I ask.
Cade whines, shivering as I hold him steady.
“Ok, baby. You’ve done good. You can come whenever you want.”
I say the words but I don’t move at all, still holding him braced over me. When nothing changes and I don’t touch his cock, Cade whines and tries to thrust, but I hold him still. The buzz of the plug vibrating inside him is the only sound in the room other than his ragged breathing.
One of my hands stays on his hip to keep him balanced, but I start to knead his ass again with the other, rubbing the tender, swollen flesh and making Cade cry out this time as the pain flares up over and over again.
He’s shaking, and every time I look at his cock he looks closer and closer to bursting.
The plug keeps going, and I grab the end for a minute to play with it, grinding the tip harder into his prostate and making him groan.
“Go on. I made you wait long enough, I know you can do it.”
Cade rubs his face against the carpet and makes more desperate noises than I’ve ever heard him make before.
His face is wet with tears and drool, and I find it just as beautiful as I always have.
It feels so freeing to have this without the tiny kernel of doubt and shame that was lurking inside me for so long.
Time seems to slow down. I sit there for a long time, playing with the plug, watching Cade breathe, keeping him balanced over me and waiting for him to explode.
It builds slowly. If I study his cock, even in the dark, I can see it happening.
I can see when the skin gets darker, when the veins get more pronounced and all the little lines and curves of him start to throb with pleasure.
Cade’s gasps and moans get increasingly louder as it builds, and there’s an incredible moment when he’s on the precipice, every part of him tense and ready, his orgasm hovering right there, but he can’t seem to let go.
“Perfect,” I murmur, and finally, Cade lets go.
His cock pulses and his body shakes, and cum releases from him all at once to spray over my lap. It’s as slow to leave him as it was to build, and Cade seems like he’s gripped by orgasm for a long time after the cum has run out.
Finally, he starts to sag, and I help him gently collapse on top of me. Cade is soft as a rag doll, not able to do anything but breathe. I quickly turn off the vibrations for him but leave the plug in and then pull out my own aching cock.
I let one hand roam over his ass again, clutching at that hot, pink flesh, while I jerk myself with the other.
I barely care about getting off, at this point.
Watching Cade was fucking transcendent. It barely takes a minute to get myself there, and soon I’m gasping as I shoot my load all over Cade’s bare hip and then sink backwards until I’m lying on the floor.
It’s clumsy, but I manage to drag Cade up to lie on top of me.
He fumbles until his hands come out of the restraints–they were there for show and not really tight–and then pushes off his blindfold.
His eyes are hazy when I can look at them, but he looks so relaxed.
Everything about him feels squishy and calm as he pushes his face against my bare chest, kissing whatever he can find.
I don’t have the energy to lift my head and kiss him back, but I touch him everywhere I can reach, as we turn into a messy pile of limbs and cum.
“Perfect,” I tell him one more time, because it’s the only thing that feels undeniably true.
xxx The End xxx