EPILOGUE
He finally hung me on his coveted padded cross, blindfolded, my naked body breaking out in beads of sweat. His hands roamed my body until they got to the tip of my nipples where he had changed my barbells to his favorite dangling heart chains. He tugged on them lightly and my head slammed back onto the leather panels as pleasure shot straight to my cunt, making me clench my muscles.
He chuckled, and as always, the deep timbre of his voice put me on that indescribable edge. His mouth engulfed one taut peak, twirling his tongue on it and sucking it into his mouth. I whimpered and shook as he devoured my tits into his wet mouth. It didn’t help that he had tied rope around my chest, taking his time in making complex knots as he wrapped my body. When he got to my breasts he looped the rope around them, tightening it just enough so that they turned sensitive to the touch. I’d been tied up for so long the peaks were painfully tender from the lack of blood flow. Instead of caring, he smacked one then the other making me squeal with sweet pain that had me quivering and moaning. My legs collapsed and the rope on my wrists, nipped at my skin. I hung there for a brief moment, trying to regain my footing.
“You were a bad girl for me today, Sophia. I told you to stay here and you went out with Jade.” He bit down on my sensitive bud making me scream in sweet agony, and then whimper in pleasure as he lapped at it.
“I’m going to have to teach you what it means to follow orders, sweetheart.”
He’d been introducing me to his rules and his games for months now. Being blindfolded was new for me, but it was one of my favorite things to do. Everything around me was heightened, especially the pleasure. The feel of his hands, his breath, and his tongue, was overpowering when I was blindfolded. And the anticipation of what was to come, made my pussy gush with anticipation.
Playing was our escape from what was going on in the club. After Ramon died, the tensions remained heavy. We had gotten word that Wolf and Grayson were returning and that Seth and one of the prospects were going to stay with Scarlett and Rahyne. It wasn’t a choice Wolf was pleased about, but he wanted his family away from any danger. Especially now that baby Ryder was born. No man would have wanted to leave his baby or his wife behind, but it was necessary, for now.
Cain and Diesel were still in charge and they were making sure to train the prospects so they’d all be ready for when de la Cruz’s men decided to pop in. It had been fairly quiet for weeks, but the Hell’s Lovers knew they would eventually show up.
Cain and I had moved into one of Grayson’s apartments. We needed a place for the two of us, even though we spent most of our nights in Cain’s private room. I wanted to try everything, even caning, but he wanted to go slow. I asked him once if that’s why he was named Cain and he had laughed.
He simply laughed it off but then responded with the simplest of answers. “My name’s Cain for Cain and Abel, my parents were Bible thumping freaks.”
I laughed and let him know that may have been the case initially, but I preferred to think that it was his fate, since he was so good at what he did.
I heard the familiar snap of the flogger hit the wall by my face, causing me to tense up. Then, I felt as the soft suede of the leather stroked my skin gently, playing havoc on my senses. He ran it across my breasts and down my tummy. I felt the straps slide up my thighs and I quivered with thrilling arousal.
I heard the crack of the leather straps before I felt the sting on my skin. I screamed and whimpered, struggling against the restraints. I wasn’t sure what I had gotten into, but my body vibrated from the impact. Being blindfolded only catapulted the sensations and awareness of my arousal, and I could feel the moistness drip down my thighs. The leather straps came down on me again. Each flickering on my skin, feeling almost like a deep sensual massage that electrified every cell of my body.
He chuckled. “You like that one, huh?”
His lips pressed to mine and he sucked on my bottom lip. “It’s my favorite too,” he whispered against my mouth.
I heard him step back and again, the sound of the leather alerting me once again of the impending strike. He knew exactly how to whip my skin, every strike a foreshadowing to the ecstasy that was to follow. My hands gripped the rope and I arched my back as the strands of the whip caressed the tips of my breasts. I whimpered as the precise snap of his wrist struck me there, and I could feel my juices dripping down my leg.
“You look so fucking good hanging there for me, beautiful. Those perfect curves begging me to touch you, to torture you. Your legs spread wide for me, giving your body to me,” he whispered and bit my shoulder. The images his words planted were so erotic, I thought I’d orgasm right then and there.
His hot tongue lapped at each of my sensitive nipples and then I felt his warm, calloused fingers run down my sides. His breath fluttered against my chest, trailing down my tummy until I could feel it along my slit. I struggled against the coarseness of the rope as I perched my hips higher, inviting him to touch me.
He chuckled, fully knowing what he was doing to me. I felt his fingers play against my folds, just massaging them, but never entering them.
“You’re drenched, baby. Is your Master making you drip like this?”
I mewled and whimpered. Then I felt the delicious strike of his hand on my clit. “Answer me!”
I screamed and nodded. “Y-yes! God, yes!”
I heard him smirk as he glided his thumb on my hardened clit. “That’s right, Sophia. I’m your God.”
I hissed out as I felt him drag his heated tongue against the entrance of my pussy. He rimmed the edges making me buck up against him. The sensation was heavenly as he probed me with his tongue, consuming me into his mouth. He was fucking me with that delicious muscle, causing my legs to shake against the padded cross.
“Please. Please, Sir,” I kept on whispering to him. Urging him to suck me faster and give me that release I yearned for.
He suddenly stopped, and once again the stinging of his hand on my clit nearly sent me over the edge. “Quiet down, Sophia. You cum when I tell you to cum. Understood?”
He slapped my cunt again and I screamed. “Yes! Yes, Sir!”
I felt his hands trail down my legs and then he untied me, releasing my ankles. The next thing I knew he yanked the blindfold off and before my eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings he lifted me up. My legs automatically wrapped around his thick waist.
He looked at me and grinned. “Watch,” he whispered breathlessly as his tattoos rippled against his heaving chest. His power made my arousal sweeter, deeper.
As his cock slid into me, I looked down, opening my mouth as I took in every veiny ridge of his thickness. The sight was erotic and dirty, yet it made me want him more.
“You get off on this, don’t you Sophia? Tell me how much you like it. I want to fucking hear you say it!” He growled as he pulled out of me, only to ram himself deep inside of me again and again. His pelvis moved against me, stimulating my clit.
“Fuck me, Cain! God, I love your cock! I love it…ohhh!”
He grunted and stepped up closer to me, pressing his pelvis against me. Then he began to lift me up and down on his body, his cock throbbing inside me. Each lift glided my slickness against his cock and his ripped abdomen. His body glistened with sweat and his stomach muscles clenched and tightened as he rubbed me against him. The feeling was indescribable. He was literally coating himself in my juices and as he grunted against me, I strained against the ropes that held me.
“You’re so completely mine, Sophia. Do you hear me? So completely mine.”
“Fuck yourself with me. Use me, Cain. Use me,” I was panting and crying out for him to do what he wanted with me.
“Fuck!” He shouted, and once again stood back and began to pound me onto his length. Each push and pull driving me to the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm.
“I fucking love you,” he groaned.
As each squirt of his seed coated my insides, my eyes rolled back and my body tensed as the erotic sensations took over my body. I shook, I clenched, and I milked every last drop he gave me. I wasn’t off the pill, but the idea of him cumming inside me only heightened the experience.
He held me in his arms for a few minutes before dropping my legs. He gently ran his hands up each arm, undoing the rope he’d intricately tied around my wrists. He took his time, looking eager to unwrap me, as if I were a gift he’d been waiting for, for a long time. He paid attention to my breasts as they were loosened, massaging and kissing them until I was moaning for him again.
Taking me down, he cradled me in his arms and gently laid me on the bed. Then he crawled up towards me and nudged my legs open. His hardened cock let me know he wasn’t done with me yet. Slowly, he slid into me, taking his sweet time with me. He stared down at me, forcing me to look into his deep blue eyes. He was beautiful and deliciously dirty.
“I’m going to give you everything you’ll even want, Sophia,” he whispered as he made love to me.
I smiled up at him and traced his rough jawline. “So am I, Cain Scardino. So am I.”
He leaned down and kissed me. I felt how much he loved me straight down to my toes, and I made sure he knew how much I needed him in return.