EpiLogue #2
“You know, I think it’s you that’s turned me into a monster,” she moans when I dip the tip of my finger inside of her and quickly pull out, “because I need to feel you all the time now.”
Her words rush past her lips so fast that it sounds like one continuous word. And fuck me, they do something to me.
“Hmm,” I hum, straightening where I’m perched on the side of the tub and removing my hands from her completely. “And you thought you’d just… take care of your needy cunt all on your own?”
She sits up suddenly, and my eyes are drawn to the water that cascades down and over her breasts in sweet little rivulets. “I-I didn’t know when you were going to be home, and?—”
“Who owns your pleasure, Odessa?” I ask, gripping her jaw and tilting her face up until her dark eyes meet mine.
“You,” she answers immediately, the word nothing more than a heady breath on her tongue .
“Right,” I supply, pushing to stand and backing up a few steps. “Come here.”
Her lips part in surprise and her chest heaves with heavy breaths. She’s either nervous or scared. I’ll take either. She’s a fucking vision when I can wring either emotion from her.
“Adris—”
“ Odessa, ” I snap, loosening my belt to unbutton my black jeans.
She understands the connotation beneath the command, quickly standing and stepping out of the tub, her wet, mouthwatering body on full display for me.
Her dark eyes turn obsidian with the lust consuming her as she waits rather impatiently for the next task.
I stopped her orgasm, so now she’s constantly shifting, rubbing her thighs together and seeking any form of friction.
Grabbing a towel from the shelf next to me, I unfold it once and lay it at her feet. “Kneel.”
This time she doesn’t fight me on the command.
Odessa instantly drops to her knees before me and for a moment, my brain graces me with an image of her kneeling for Cal or Rune.
It’s got me clenching my jaw. Fisting her hair at the base of her skull, completely undoing her messy updo, I ask, “Who owns this body?”
Her brow furrows but she’s quick to answer.
“You, Adris.”
Fuck, yeah, I do .
“And this?” I question, tracing a finger over the scars I left on her chest.
Her lashes flutter. “You. Always you.”
There’s not been a day where my heart doesn’t do this painful thump when she confesses like this, but the masochist in me has come to crave that feeling, too.
“Good girl.” I grin down at her and she shivers in my grip.
Releasing her, I stand to my full height and her palms slowly slide up the front of my legs until they rest against my thighs.
She sits there patiently, waiting as I slowly unzip my jeans.
I watch her fingers curl into the fabric of my pants and she starts to slowly tug, her eyes homed in on my hard cock that she’s revealing at a painstakingly slow pace.
The moment my cock springs free, her delicate hand is there, wrapping itself around my thick length, giving it a few pumps.
Fuuuuuck, there really is nothing more erotic than seeing my blood diamond on her finger while she jacks me off.
Precum already coats the tip of my cock, the proof of my obsession with her glinting off of my piercing in an offering.
“You missed me?” I question, wrapping my hand around hers to squeeze harder around my length as she strokes me from root to tip.
“Yes,” she answers quickly, her breaths coming quick, her bare breasts rising and falling with every inhale as she squirms beneath me.
I cant my hips forward just enough to draw closer to her full, pouty mouth and tap the head of my cock against her bottom lip before smearing the precum there, painting her in my arousal like the perfect, pretty little canvas that she is for me.
A wicked grin pulls at my lips when her tongue darts out, catching the tip of my cock as she sweeps across her bottom lip, tasting me.
“Then show me, Wraith.”
My hand releases hers and sinks into her hair at the same moment her lips wrap around my cock and she sucks.
My eyes threaten to roll back when she allows her teeth to scrape lightly along the bottom side of my shaft before tugging at my piercing.
She licks and teases me, dragging her tongue back and forth from base to tip, fully coating me before taking me back into her mouth.
I love when I can force Odessa to submit to me, but motherfucker , I fucking love the way she willingly takes my pleasure into her own hands. Literally.
I watch her work my cock, eyeing her over my shirt that’s now tugged up and held tight between my teeth so I don’t miss a fucking thing.
Her lips sink deeper and deeper until I feel my cock hit the back of her throat and she coughs and gags around me.
But she doesn’t let up. I keep a tight grip on her hair and help her out when I feel her working her throat around me.
She wants to go deeper. She hums around my cock and I recognize the sound for exactly what it is.
She needs her breath taken away.
In the weeks since I found her again, I’ve come to realize that while Odessa is fully here with me, wanting to live for me , it hasn’t stopped her from craving riding the edge of life and death.
It’s something that’s been ingrained into her very essence, and instead of letting her feel ashamed for the way she craves it, I’ve found a way to help her satiate that side of her.
Breath play during sex has quickly become her vice when she gets that desire to feel adrift. It forces her into a state of bliss and if it brings her happiness while I also get to bury myself inside of her one way or another, I’ll always oblige.
Gripping each side of her jaw gently with both hands, I lock onto her deep mocha eyes, making sure she’s actually seeing and hearing me.
“Deep breath,” I command, and she obeys, sucking in a sharp inhale through her nose.
I swipe at the tears now rolling down her cheeks from choking on my cock and quickly suck them from each digit before cupping her face again.
“That’s a good little wife, ” I croon, incapable of wiping the sadistic grin from my face, “because that’s the last one you’ll get until I’m ready to release you. ”
I surge forward, pressing my cock so deep into her throat that I feel the moment it fully suppresses her tongue and takes her breath away.
I don’t let up when I take over, fucking into her mouth at a punishing pace, remembering that she’d tried to take her own pleasure into her own hands, without me.
With Rune and Calix under the same roof, hearing her moans.
I watch her closely as I fuck her face, tears falling uncontrollably and saliva running down her chin and coating her perky tits.
Her face is reddening and I know she’s struggling for air by the way her nails are biting into my thighs hard enough to draw blood.
She hums around me, and I groan at the vibration as it shoots pleasure directly down my spine and settles deep in my balls.
I hiss the moment I feel her break the skin on my thighs. My cock pulses inside of her mouth at the shot of pain that mixes with pleasure, threatening to make me spill all that I am inside of her.
While I quite enjoy using her like this, I’ve developed a new addiction, and oftentimes I find that I don’t want to come down her throat.
Not all the time, at least. I fucking love watching every drop of my seed leak from her swollen, sated pussy, only to fuck it right back inside of her.
The feral beast within me roars with the knowledge that she’ll be walking around with a part of me still very much buried inside of her.
Especially for the little surprise I have for her later.
I thrust deep into her mouth again, her tongue twitching against the bottom of my cock in hunger, and I watch and wait, biting my fucking cheek to stave off the desire to come down her throat from the messy, erotic sight of her body trembling beneath me.
Just before she starts to turn a deeper shade of red and her muscles start to relax, I release myself from the confines of her throat and pull all the way out. She coughs and sputters before inhaling a deep breath, and her head hangs down for a moment but I won’t let her relax.
I bend down and lift her up from under her arms until she’s standing on wobbly legs. I leave her there for only a moment while I ditch my bloody jeans and shirt.
“No time to rest, wife ,” I say, bending down to her level to place a tender kiss to her lips before biting the lower one hard enough to make her wince. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I pull her into the closet and dress her in my favorite outfit. One of my black button downs and no panties beneath. I can tell she’s fucking frustrated because neither of us has come yet, but that’ll be remedied shortly.
“Adris,” she snips when I grab her by the wrist and quickly escort us through the halls until we reach a room on the far side of the house, the door a thick steel.
The only way in is through a code and fingerprint scanner.
“What the hell is this? It’s not exactly how I imagined welcoming you home,” she mutters under her breath.
It has me turning back to her with a smug look that I’m sure she’d love to just slap right off of my face.
“So you imagined how you’d welcome me home, Wraith?”
Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of crimson and she chews on the inside of her cheek, looking suddenly shy. “Maybe,” she mutters. I can’t help but chuckle.
“Mm,” I hum, bending down to nip at her lip when she turns to glare at me again. “Hold onto whatever that warm welcome was. You can do whatever the fuck you had planned after I show you your suprise.”
“Surprise?” Her brows furrow when she sees my grin morph from something playful to full-blown evil. “Your surprises can induce fucking heart attacks, Adris.”
“I think you’ll like this one. Turn around for me, and bend over against the door,” I murmur, and instantly, she obeys.
“How so?” she asks over her shoulder, watching as I produce a toy from my pocket. I pull it from the packaging and press it to her entrance. She jumps at the touch of the cool silicone.
“Adris, what?—”
Her argument dies in her lips when I swat her ass hard enough to make her yelp. “Stay still.”
She’s so fucking wet for me already, so I’m able to slide the internal vibrator into her with zero resistance. She whimpers when it settles into place, and I make sure that the stimulator on the outside is pressed firmly against her clit.
“What is that?” Her question is breathy when she looks at me over her shoulder, dark eyes full of curiosity.
I give her my sadistic grin, ignoring her question and gesturing to the door when the red light on the panel turns green and a heavy lock clicks. “You’ll see. Shall we?”