Epilogue I - Lucy
“Thank you for coming! Happy Halloween!” I call out to the most recent batch of children leaving Karma: a little Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, and a princess. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face; the joy seeps into every pore of my existence and I love it.
“Alright!” Jeremy claps his hands, momentarily startling me from my thoughts, “It’s time for you to get your ass upstairs to your lady. I will take over here.” He puts his hand out to take the apron from me, but I shake my head and hand him a lanyard instead.
“No reason to cover up that amazing costume!” I exclaim excitedly. He was in a pirate costume; pants tight enough to keep the moms coming through very happy, but still appropriate for the kiddos.
“Plus,” I add nonchalantly, breaking eye contact and clocking myself out, “I need to put this through the wash. Might as well do that now.” A perfectly reasonable explanation. Absolutely. It could be true. Honestly.
“Uh huh, sure,” he rolls his eyes and nudges me out of the way so he can get to the register, “Shoo! Go have fun and I expect to hear alllll about it tomorrow.” The knowing look in his eyes informed me that my blush was not as covert as I had hoped.
Cherry and I have a standing tradition: the last day of every month is when we go back and forth fulfilling a fantasy the other has. It’s been an amazing way to ensure open and honest communication. Plus…it’s fucking hot.
And tonight? It’s my turn to have a fantasy fulfilled.
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My heartbeat is loud enough I can hear it rushing through my ears as I fumble with my keys. Finally, the key turns and I take a deep breath, turning the knob, and opening the door to a dark, seemingly empty apartment.
I turn to the table by the door and set down my purse and keys, drawing in a shaky breath. As soon as my keys hit the table, I feel movement behind me before door slams shut, shrouding me in darkness. A hand clamps over my mouth and I feel the cool metal of a knife tip pressed against my throat.
Knowing that it’s actually a shrimp deveiner does nothing to slow my racing pulse.
“Don’t move. Don’t scream,” Cherry’s voice breaks the silence, low and husky, as I feel her breath hot on my ear and her hand moves up to grip my hair tightly in her fist. “It’s time for you to admit who you belong to, Princess.”
“Who the fuck are you?” my voice shakes, though not from fear. I feel myself growing wet, but I try to stay in character, “Please, just go. I don’t know who you are and I swear I won’t say anything to the police. Please!”
Cherry’s answering chuckle causes goosebumps to dance across my skin. “Oh, but you do know who I am. I see how you look at me. Practically begging me to claim you.” She licks a stripe up my neck and gently bites just below my ear. “Take off the apron.”
I do as she commands, untying both the halter and waist straps.
It falls to the floor in front of me leaving me in a light green dress I told myself not to get attached to when we bought it last week.
The hand in my hair releases me as it skates down my body, reaching forward to cup my breast before settling on my hip, where she squeezes hard enough to leave a bruise.
“Mmm, delicious,” she purrs in appreciation, causing a shiver to ripple through me. “Your body already knows it’s mine, now it’s time for your mind to catch up.”
Before I can come up with a witty come back, her hand is back in my hair and she is pushing me forwards, guiding me toward the master bedroom. I stumble a few steps before remembering to struggle.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t even know who you are. You’re crazy!”
“Crazy for you, maybe, Princess,” she shoots back. “Don’t worry, just listen to your body; she already knows what you don’t want to admit. I look forward to making you sing so prettily.”
“Yeah, right,” I scoff, a thrill shooting through me.
“You don’t believe me?” I try to shake my head, but instead just scoff again. “Oh, Princess. You will beg me to make you come before I finally allow it.”
Reaching the bedroom, she turns me around and backs me up till I hit the bed.
At this, she slips the knife into a pocket and lifts me up, tossing me onto the bed.
I struggle a bit as she slides my wrists into the leather cuffs already attached to the headboard and tightens them, making sure I can’t escape.
Straddling my hips, she hovers above me and pulls out a blindfold, securing it around my head, obscuring my view completely.
I feel a hand on my neck and I gasp, causing a dark chuckle to escape her throat, before both her hands are on the neckline of my dress.
She grasps it firmly and pulls, the dress tearing with a loud rip and falling to my sides, leaving me exposed.
I hear her rustle around before feeling the knife under my chin, tilting my head back further.
“Beautiful,” she murmurs. “I knew you were ready for me. Wearing nothing underneath that dress to stop me.” She trails the sharp point down my body, between my breasts, stopping just above my belly button.
“Now, are you going to be a good girl and cooperate while I secure your legs or do I need to use this knife as more than a pretty decoration?” She digs the tip into my stomach slightly to punctuate the threat.
“Please,” I choke out, “don’t hurt me, I’ll be good.” Damn, Cherry…
“Good girl,” she whispers, then drags the knife down to my thigh, prompting me to spread my legs, albeit slowly to show my reluctance.
My ankles are swiftly secured to the posts at the foot of the bed.
I tug at all my restraints and feel myself growing more slick as I feel the fact that I am completely on display, unable to cover myself or hide whatsoever.
“Look at you,” she coos above me. “A feast just for me. Don’t worry, Princess, I will make you feel good, all you have to do is tell me who you belong to and beg for release.
See,” I feel her finger prod at my wet entrance, startling a cry from my throat, “you are already dripping for me and I have barely touched you. Your body knows who you belong to, so tell me, Princess.”
“I don’t even know your name, so how the fuck am I supposed to beg you for anything?” I feel smug satisfaction at my response, which disappears when her answering chuckle has a darker edge lining it. She leans forward, placing a hand lightly on my throat, and I feel myself clench.
“You don’t need a name to call out to your Goddess, do you?” she whispers in my ear.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I whimper and she chuckles again, releasing me, and I feel her weight shift between my legs.
Her breath brushes against my core, but that is all the warning I get before her tongue licks from my entrance up to my clit.
I choke back a moan as she starts tracing circles around and around the sensitive bud.
In no time, my muscles start to clench, forewarning my impending orgasm.
She pulls away and I can’t help the whine that escapes me.
“Who do you belong to, Princess?”
“Go to hell!” It comes out breathier than I’d like, but I didn’t break, so I count it as a win.
“No, I think I’d rather stay right here in heaven,” she murmurs, before returning to my soaking cunt.
Her tongue slides in and out of me, fucking me, before going up to lap at my clit for a few seconds and then returning to fucking me.
She repeated the cycle over and over again.
Slowly, her teasing took me higher and higher, my orgasm getting so fucking close
She pulls away once again and I curse. She lets out a bark of laughter, but I can tell her voice is huskier than before as she asks me again, “Who do you belong to, Princess?”
“Nobody!” I cry desperately, trying to control the urge to beg her to please just let me fucking come.
“Wrong answer.”
As if she is the one worshiping me, she covers my inner thighs with kisses, light nibbles, and licks, lavishing the entire area with attention, except where I want her to touch. I start squirming and I can practically hear her smirk.
“Is there a problem?”
“No, no problem at all,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
“Then let me enjoy my dessert,” she tsks.
Returning to her mission to drive me fucking crazy, she finally starts focusing on my pussy again, and I hold back my sigh of relief.
This time, she traces light, lazy circles around my clit and I feel a finger press slowly inside of me.
The combination of the two brings me to the edge much faster than before, and again she pulls away.
This time I can’t hold back my sob of frustration.
She shifts up, leaning over me and pressing her wet finger into my mouth.
I am immediately overwhelmed by the taste of my own juices and suckle her finger until she pulls it back.
“See how wet you are for me, Princess?” her voice is soft and coercing. “There’s no reason to fight this. I can make you feel so good. You know what you have to do.” I don’t trust myself to open my mouth again, so I simply turn my head away and I hear her sigh in mock disappointment, “So be it.”
She returns to her exquisite torture. This time her hands roaming my body as she lightly traces her tongue up and down my pussy. Her hands find my breasts and grab them roughly, the way she knows I like. She toys with my nipples before pinching them harshly, making me cry out again.
My orgasm builds once more and she stops, asking me again.
When I refuse to answer, she shifts her body and her focus.
Her fingers brush up and down my pussy, swirling around my entrance before she presses two inside me.
She slowly pumps them in and out, her thumb strumming my clit.
Her mouth, however, is hot and wet on my nipple, her tongue swirling around the stiff peak just like it did my clit. My back arches toward her and—
“Please!” I cry out before I can stop myself. She slows down and I nearly start crying.
“Please what, Princess?” she asks, far too calm for my liking.