Epilogue #4
I enjoy it for another moment, and then I slip out so she can breathe. Only one deep breath, and then I slide back in, deep into her throat.
“You are perfect,” I tell her. “My perfect pet, belonging to me, and me alone.”
I slide out again and allow her to gasp for air once, slide back in. Her face swells slightly and the next time I slide out, she gasps intensely—I give her a couple more breaths.
She hangs into the chains.
I use the moment to squeeze the clamps on her nipples even more.
She squeaks from the pain.
The sound of it, the way she throws her head back—
I can’t control myself anymore.
“Kneel high,” I tell her, and when she does get up, I remove the clamps on her labia. She screams, but I ignore it and lie down underneath her, the huge dildo pushing at her entrance. “Sit down, properly, ride and get yourself off.”
She starts riding me, not just up and down, but with a rolling of her hips in a flowing wave while pulling herself up by the chains. Her entire body, her legs and arms, are trembling with sweat running down between her breasts and dripping onto me.
Her moans resound through the garage; she is close to coming.
“Permission to come,” she asks breathlessly.
“Granted,” I tell her, and a deep moan escapes her as she stops moving and arches into the chains.
Her heavy breaths are audible even though we have the music on, and I allow her a moment of rest.
“Up,” I then say and slap her ass.
I slip the dildo out, remove the strap, and hold the dildo in front of her mouth.
“Suck it clean.”
She does as told. Not just in any way, but so lusciously I can’t control myself anymore. I want to feel her mouth.
I drop it to the ground.
“You’ll make me come with your mouth,” I say as I step around her from behind and pull her head back and down as far as possible. I pull myself a bit higher on the motor lift so I can get my pussy onto her face.
She starts licking, drawing circles around my clit.
I am so turned on; I won’t need long to come.
“Fuck me with your tongue,” I say, and she does as told.
“Mhhhhmmm,” I breathe out, followed by a deep growl.
Waves of desire roll through me, building in my core until it explodes—I relax my body and my juices explode over her as relief spreads through my entire body.
I feel it for another moment before I get off her, lick my juices from squirting off her face, and then kiss her.
While I do, I remove the clamps from her nipple. She bends and grunts in pain. I just keep kissing her as a distraction from the pain and then letting down the lift with one hand.
I guide her down, as I kneel behind her, supporting her with my body. I remove the chains, massage her shoulders, and lean her into me, kiss her wet hair, and hold her.
“That was epic,” she says after a while when the trembling stopped.
“Yeah,” I answer, lost in thought.
“So you really gave up L.A.?” she says, looking at me over her shoulder.
“It was about time I followed my heart.”
She grins.
“You could’ve used the garage we already own,” she says.
“Yes, and yet, I need this to be mine,” I say. “I lived my entire life for others; this needs to be mine.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” she says and kisses me before she gets up.
I smile faintly because I had to explain everything my entire life, and with her, I can just be. Sometimes talking. Often in silence.
“Marry me,” I say out of the blue.
She gapes at me. “What?” she stammers out.
I get up, cup her face. “Marry me.”
“Yes,” she says.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
I grin so broadly as she smiles shyly.
“I don’t have a ring right now, but—” I say, looking around as I can’t grasp she really said yes. If I ever imagined asking her, which I didn’t, but if I did, I would’ve expected her to say no or have endless discussion.
“It doesn’t matter,” she says. “I’m not an Upper East girl.”
I walk over to the drawer with the nuts and pull the biggest I can find.
“Here, try this—” I say, taking her hand and slipping it on her finger.
It fits perfectly.
We both look at it.
And then a devilish grin appears on her face.
“Half mile home,” she says, and I’ll beat you really this time,” she says.
“Didn’t you just win?” I ask innocently, pretending I know of nothing.
“You were up to something all day,” she says. “You would’ve never let me take that corner unless you wanted something.”
With that, she punches me in the shoulder.
I grasp her wrists.
“Careful, pet, I might chain you up again and fuck you all night.”
She huffs out, and I laugh.
“You would want me to do that, don’t you?”
She tilts her head, grinning provocatively.
I trail my tongue over my upper front teeth as I contemplate what I am about to do with her.
“Lean onto that workbench there,” I say and nod to it. She bites her lip and does as told.
I walk up and down the wall with all the mounted tools and then take the biggest monkey wrench.
She looks at me with wide eyes.
“What—“ she begins.
“Silence,” I interrupt her and slap her ass slightly with it. “Pants down.”
She opens them, and they rush down.
I slide the wrench through her slit, lean in on her.
“Let’s see how much of a good pet my future wife is,” I whisper in her ear.
“A very good one,” she whispers back without hesitation.
I never believed I’d meet anyone as insane as me, and looking back, there is a reason why nothing worked out until I met her. It’s like Luke once said to me: one day, you’ll meet the crazy to your crazy, and you’ll know why nothing worked out.
Looking back, I wouldn’t change a single thing in my life, because it led me here.
It led me to the woman who lives for the quarter mile and those ten seconds of acceleration.
The one who loves grease under her fingernails and gets turned by being told she is about to be hit.
The one who is ninety-nine percent devil and one percent angel.
The one who loves my cat like her own and would go to war with me.
And most of all, the one who listens to me when I tell her to be a good pet and kneel for me.
Cass’s and Audrey’s Song:
Team – Lorde
The End