Chapter 38 （Epilogue）
DP (The Epilogue)
Two Months Later
brIGIT
“Oh, sweet Bunny, you’re drenched,” Cormac coos, his fingers drifting over the curve of my ass.
I’m painfully wet.
Cormac has been teasing me all day. Long, lingering kisses.
Gentle, barely there brushes of his thumbs against my nipples before releasing me and continuing on like nothing happened.
Standing behind me close enough that I can feel his dick against my ass.
Licking my neck, sucking on the bite mark he left on my shoulder eight weeks ago.
When I couldn’t take it anymore and started to get a little “a little bratty” according to Cormac, he all but dragged me upstairs, roughly stripping me of all my clothes, murmuring into my ear how beautiful my body is, how much he’s wanted to get his hands on me over the last two months.
Now I’m on my hands and knees on his bed, facing the headboard with Cormac behind me. But I’m not allowed to look, so I can’t see what he’s doing back there. All I can do is feel and fuck, I feel so much. But none of it where I need it.
I’m indecently on display for him, and that’s more than enough to get me soaked already.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he sighs, his fingers trailing between my thighs, drifting over my aching core before pulling away, making me bite back a whine.
“I’ve been here every day,” I remind him. “I’ve basically been playing nurse for months. Even when you disappeared for a few hours and came back covered in blood and sporting a new bruise.”
He hums appreciatively, gently slapping my ass and completely ignoring the reference to him and Skyler sneaking away to deal with something when he was supposed to be here, healing, “My sexy nurse.”
Now I do whine.
“What’s wrong, Brig?” he taunts.
It’s been a long eight weeks.
I’ve been helping him get better, carefully watching his wounds for any signs of infection or a stall in healing, but that’s meant a lot of seeing Cormac without a shirt on, tending to his stitches on his front and back, and his hand.
It’s basically been two months of tension building with no release in sight. He even begged me to masturbate in front of him two weeks ago.
“Just let me watch, Brigit. Please. I need to see your pretty pussy drench the bed. Take that hot pink toy you’ve got and sit on it for me. Please.”
The desire to give in was almost unbearable, but there’s not a chance he would have kept his hands to himself, and the doctor said no activities until he got the all clear.
Based on his relentless tormenting all fucking day, he must have gotten good news at his appointment this morning.
His hand lands harder on my ass cheek, making me cry out.
“I asked you a question,” he runs his palm along the spot, soothing it.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I insist.
Cormac chuckles, “No?”
“Nope.”
“Well from back here, it sure looks like something’s wrong,” his hands grip both my cheeks, spreading them with a filthy groan. “Yeah, it definitely looks like this cunt is crying for attention.”
Jesus Christ, his mouth.
I bite hard down on my bottom lip to keep from responding.
He just chuckles again, “I have a confession to make, Brigit.”
“Oh, god, what?”
“I’ve thought about doing this to you for months,” he comments, releasing his hold.
“Having me bent over, ass naked in your bed?”
His fingers sink between my legs, rubbing a brief circle on my clit before stopping again.
“Having you bent over, naked, drenched pussy on display,” he pauses, leaning over me to show the iridescent metal in his hand. “Running this across your skin again.”
Chills break out, starting at my spine and spreading all the way to my toes, pulling a whimpering breath from my throat at the reminder of the times I’ve felt his knives on my body and how the slight pain and fear make me come alive in his capable hands.
“Yeah?” he asks, kissing my shoulderblade.
I nod, and he grins against my skin before disappearing from my peripherals again.
The cold steel glides down my spine, the feather-light touch of the flat edge sending goosebumps out all over my body, the fear of him possibly opening my skin sending sparks of heat between my thighs.
He chuckles, “You have to hold still, honey. Can you do that for me?”
A simpering whine escapes me, but I nod.
The blade slides lower, over the curve of my ass, still no pressure or pain, just teasing my skin with it, cold against the rapidly heating flesh.
Cormac releases a quiet groan, “You look so beautiful right now, Brig. You’re so brave, letting me play with you like this. My gorgeous, fearless girl.”
The compliments make my head spin; his endless praise of me never ceases to make me feel both cherished and defiled.
The hand not dragging a sharp weapon across my skin spreads across my other cheek, calloused palm drifting over it, his fingers caressing the sensitive flesh where my thigh creases just below the cheek, following the path the knife is tracing on the other side, the contrast of warm and cold against my skin making me shiver.
“I said to hold still, Bunny,” he says. Even without looking, I can see the wicked smirk sitting on his lips. “If you can’t do that, we’ll have to stop.”
I whine, fisting the sheets, focusing on that to try not to wriggle or tremble.
Despite his teasing words, he continues the torture.
Even without really giving it any attention, he’s managed to have my core so drenched I can feel it sliding down my thighs.
I desperately need him to keep going, to give me the relief I need, but he won’t if I can’t do as he says, so I grit my teeth against the blissful tremors trying to wrack my body.
“Good job, baby,” he murmurs. “Fuck, I’ve missed getting to touch you.”
He hasn’t stopped touching me since he got home from the hospital. Every second that we’ve been together, his hands have been on me. Even in my sleep, he wraps himself around me like I might disappear at any moment if he’s not holding me tight enough.
I can’t help but wonder if it’ll always feel like this.
If what we’ve been through, both individually and together, will follow us for the rest of our lives, coloring our relationship and future.
The unfortunate truth is that I know it will.
Our pasts will follow us.
My insecurities over affection I don’t feel I deserve won’t just disappear. And Cormac’s deep fear that he’s going to lose us again is going to take a lot of time to dissipate.
But that doesn’t need to be a bad thing. Who we’ve become, what we’ve been through, that’s what brought us here. It might have been a bloody and bumpy road, but it led to this, so how could I be anything but grateful?
A sharp pain jolts through my ass cheek, a loud crack of skin on skin filling the room, the sudden slap of my ass making me scream in surprise.
“I’m not sure where your mind just went, Brig,” Cormac soothes the sting with his warm palm, “But I’d like it to stay in this room, please.”
“Sorry,” I mumble.
He folds his body over mine, his warm, bare chest against my back, breaking away from the taunting, sinister playfulness to press a kiss to my shoulder, “Are you okay?”
I nod, “Yeah.”
His warm eyes meet mine, “Are you so used to knives already that it’s boring you, Bunny? Do I need to step up my game to keep your attention?”
I bite my lip to keep in the nervous giggle that overcomes me whenever the full force of Cormac overwhelms me like this, shaking my head, “No, I’m just… I’m-”
“I know what you are,” he smiles against my shoulder, teasing it with his teeth. “You’re in your head. But I want you,” his fingers traverse around my waist and between my thighs, finding my core, sinking inside me with no resistance, “right”, he slides them out and back in smoothly, “here.”
A long, low moan slips from my lips. Every time he’s touched me, it’s like rediscovering sex all over again. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from how good it is, how incredible he always feels.
With long, languid strokes, he glides his fingers in and out while his mouth dances along my shoulderblade.
“Stay here with me, Brig,” he pleads. “Our problems can wait. I need you. And look at that, your pussy is soaking my fingers. It needs me, too.”
A chuckle tries to slip out, but it’s stopped by the harsh moan he forces from me by rubbing his fingers against my front wall, pressing the spot that makes me see stars every time.
“Yeah, you really fucking need this, huh?” he asks, taunting me.
I nod. I really, really need this.
He hums appreciatively, expertly fucking his fingers into me, pulling more sighs and moans from my body with every long stroke and curl of his fingers.
The moment an orgasm starts creeping in, building in my spine, Cormac gently eases his fingers from me, and I have to bite back a distressed plea.
“Face in the mattress, Bunny,” he orders, using his hand to press me down, painting the proof of how drenched I am down my spine, “I want this ass up in the air, on full display for me while I decorate your pretty skin.”
With my back arched, my head and chest buried in the soft bedding, and my ass up in the air, legs spread indecently, Cormac vanishes again, the only proof he’s even still in here the dip of the mattress between my legs.
His warm palm smooths over one cheek, spreading me slightly, and Cormac groans.
I’ve never had anyone so obsessed with just looking at me. The vulnerability of being on display this way is terrifying, but he tells me over and over, with words and sounds, just how much he loves seeing all of me.
Holding me in place with one hand, his other drags the blade over my ass, leaving a tingling, slight from the sharp edge in its wake.
Chills wash over me, all the way up into the nape of my neck, and I grip the sheets to stay still, silently pleading for more of the almost pain, the stinging scratch that brings my whole body to life with fear and exhilaration.
“Good?” Cormac asks, doing it again, pulling a high-pitched keening from me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I breathe out in a whimper.