Epilogue #2
When I get to twenty, I give a high-pitched whistle, so she knows I’m coming for her.
The building is dark, but I’m confident she’s chosen an area away from the front window.
I have less than sixty seconds before I’m the proud new owner of a sweet shop.
I stand still, listening for any sign of movement before I progress toward the center of the room.
Deliberately, I pass the giant gummy bear statue where I check beneath the display table.
Not here. Shit. What if I go around the perimeter of the room?
Just as I was passing a vat of jaw breakers, I caught a glimpse of a platform heel, disappearing within a collection of stuffed animals.
Before my minute is up… I swiftly lower myself, reaching into the plushy filled shelf, feeling for any part of her.
Bingo! Grasping onto her leg, she lets out a squeak as I pull her from her hiding spot.
Of course she tries to argue, saying I was cheating and this round didn’t count.
“No matter where you go. I will always find you, Princess.” Retrieving a pair of handcuffs from the holster of my belt, I press each bow of the cuff to a wrist in front of her body.
A tiny growl works its way up her throat.
I know all too well what she desires. Cindel is sweet, but she can also be a brat if I don’t restrain her.
She’ll need to hold herself up, but also not have access to anything.
Her face may display a pout, whereas her body begs for more.
I guide her onto her knees, hands positioned beneath her.
On all fours, she slightly wiggles her perfect ass. I move behind her, extracting the ‘special gift’ from one of the cargo pockets on my thigh. Fortunately for her, this skintight number has a top and bottom. I have no problem tearing her clothes at the seams until I gain access to all of her.
Gradually, I edge down her leggings, along with her panties until they reach the top of her boots. Those can stay on. I know how much she loves her Docs.
“Dax…” she groans knowing this particular position can only mean one thing.
“Shhh… you promised to be a good girl if I found you. This is just the first step.” I pat her cheek to reassure her, taking the personalized present into my mouth, ahead of lining it up with her tight little hole.
She rocks forward with a hiss. Soothing her with my hand on her lower back, her body visibly relaxes. I tease the entrance with the shiny stainless-steel plug. Spitting on her ass, the saliva slides downward, ensuring it will glide in smoothly.
“This one is bigger than any I’ve put in before.” Her breaths are already quickening. “Once it's seated inside you, it will make everything else feel that much better.”
A quiver runs up her body. Pushing on the keyhole base, I release a steady stream of drool onto the Lotus plug, causing the precious item to gradually disappear. “AH! Fuck, Dax…” she cries. I twirl the toy at its foundation, until it rests fully inside her.
I smack her round ass. “Beautiful.”
“I plan to watch you pleasure yourself.”
Her neck cranes to consider me. I can’t help but appreciate the way her eyes glisten, complementing her reddened face.
“I… I can’t. Not in this position with my hands cuffed together.”
There’s no use hiding how much I enjoy pushing her past her comfort zones… toying with her. The corners of my mouth pull upward.
“No… I have something sweeter in mind.” I stand, returning to the front of the store, I leave Cindel curiously waiting.
Securing what I need from a tall, cylindrical display; I deliberately take my time.
Her skin is dotted with goosebumps, as she attempts to identify what I’ve brought back with me.
“Eyes forward.” I demand. I can’t have her ruining all the surprises.
She lets out a ‘humph’ but obeys. Keeping her body in place, facing forward.
I can only imagine how her arms are growing weary from holding herself up, but we’ve just got started. She’ll have to stay strong.
Dragging over a wooden drum full of candy, I set to work with my pocketknife.
Whittling a small hole into the keg, at precisely the appropriate height.
The metallic snap of my blade closing, causes Cindel’s body to jerk.
A throaty chuckle escapes me. My voice, already partially hoarse. “So jumpy.” I taunt.
Unwrapping the rainbow swirled lollipop, I run my tongue up the length of every ridge.
The flavor makes my cheeks cinch. It’s too sugary and not the flavor I crave.
Once it’s slick, I jam the treat’s stick into the narrow cut I created.
The once seemingly innocent lolly will soon bring pleasure in a different form.
Little by little, I push the barrel of Tootsie Rolls between Cindel’s legs.
“Scoot back, Princess. I’m going to watch you enjoy your candy, in a whole new way.
” No longer can she fight the urge to look behind herself.
She looks to me then down at the barrel holding the long, spiral lollipop.
She gapes, realizing what I’ve orchestrated.
“Remember… no argument.” Her glistening pussy is inches from the makeshift dildo.
Kneeling down by her side, I run my fingers through her chestnut hair.
Helping it to fall on one side of her face.
Placing one hand on her waist, I help guide her backward.
Tiny gasps paired with incomplete breaths leave her parted lips, as the sucker slowly enters her.
Once Cindel’s lined up, I lean back. Allowing her to set her own pace.
The way she moves, is fucking enchanting.
She lowers her torso on shaky limbs. Leaning onto her forearms, the shining plug puckers as her form inclines artfully, toward the barrel.
Her body comes to life, happily accepting the multiple invasions.
I can’t help but touch her. My hand settles on her lower back, right in the spot where dimples form when she’s turned on.
She shifts back and forth… lengthy moans tumble from her pretty mouth as she progresses, taking the lollipop a little deeper each pass.
Red, green, orange, blue, yellow, then indigo appear.
Only to then witness as, indigo, yellow, blue, orange, green, and red disappear inside her.
The twisted treat is coated with her ecstasy, all the while I hunger to take their place. To taste the rainbow.
“Dax…” My name sounds more like a plea. “Dax! Please…. I can’t… I… I need more!”
My cock is painfully erect from all the pants and moans.
It revolts against the zipper separating me from her…
but today isn’t for me. It’s about her. It’s always been about her.
Hastily I remove my face mask, positioning myself on my back, just under her trembling body.
She raises up onto her hands again. Beneath her, we are nearly in a 69 position, although I don’t expect her to touch me this time.
Taking hold of her hips, I soon realize I’m not able to reach my mouth to her pussy, as she is skewered on a candy pyre.
I look to my side, finding the avalanche of stuffed toys just within reach.
With my foot, I kick one up to my hand, then place the makeshift pillow beneath my head.
When I extend my tongue, her clit just glides across.
This perfect woman moves rhythmically, as she works the dick shaped candy, all the while using my tongue as a scratching post. She’s so fucking wet.
Her juices literal euphoria, combined with sweet secretions of sugar.
“Dax! Dax! Oh fuck…it feels too good.”
I flick my tongue to the cadence of a song I’ve studied for some time.
Her body sings just for me, as she rocks backward and forward.
I close my mouth around her piercing and suck.
I’m well-educated in how to make Cindel lose herself.
Sometimes she just can’t get out of her own way.
Steadily her walls crumble, but I dare not rush her.
Waiting a lifetime to feel wanted… accepted as I am.
Cindel submits to me. I’m nothing if not a patient man and those orgasms are worth their weight in gold.
I discern the change in her cries, from opened mouthed moans to teeth clenching growls.
I take the cue, reaching around, and pressing lightly on the base of the plug with two fingers, giving her that pressure that consistently breaks through her dam.
All at once her rocking ceases. Legs convulse violently around me.
I transition without delay to a pattern of licking and sucking, in line with pressing firmly on her lower pubic region with my free hand.
I am a means to an end. As unusual as our beginning may have been, she’s always been the one in control.
She just didn’t realize it at first. Cindel’s hold on me is boundless.
I’m just the man behind the curtain; pushing and moving dials in unison with her signals.
Her taut body slams back one final time, consuming every inch of the twisted knob and her barrier fractures.
Screams fill the room in time with tremors of pleasure, reverberating through her body.
I dare not stray, ensuring I ring out every last drop of Cindel’s release.
I’m a starving man, surviving solely on her.
My face is warm and I fucking love the way she extinguishes my thirst. Without even being touched, the screams falling from her lips, cause me to lose myself.
I’d be lying if I said, it was the first time she’s caused me to cum in my own pants.
In an improvised bed of stuffed animals, we lay side-by-side. Between the bodily fluids and the sweat, I’m going to have to buy the whole lot. It’s a small price to pay for Cindel’s happiness.