Epilogue: The Dark Duet (10 page)

“What are you going to tell them about
your job?”

“I’ll tell them I’m independently
wealthy. I have a trust fund. I’ve traveled since I was a boy and that’s why my
accent is strange. I’m twenty-seven, well-traveled, and we’ve been seeing each
other for a month and a half.” I kissed the top of Livvie’s head.

“Thank you, Caleb.”

“You’re welcome, Kitten.” I reached for
her breast and traced her nipple with my thumb. I kissed her throat when she
sighed, tilting her head to the side to allow me access. My hand slid from her
breast, down her ribs, and over her ass until I palmed her flesh and squeezed.
“You owe me though,” I whispered against her neck.

“Mmm. What do you want?” She mimicked
my actions and palmed my ass. She was oddly obsessed with my body. I couldn’t
complain.

“I want several things.” I sucked the
flesh of her shoulder into my mouth. She arched her body against me, rubbing
her tits against my chest. Her fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. “Let’s
start with you moving your hand and putting it somewhere a little more useful.”
She giggled softly.

“I like where it is.” She spanked me.
It was loud, but it didn’t hurt. I laughed.

“In your
fucking dreams, Kitten. But if it’s spanking you enjoy, allow me to indulge
you.” I let my hand fall on her ass solidly. The force caused her to push
closer to me.

“No!” she yelped and squirmed in my
grasp. “No, Caleb. I swear to God!” She was laughing, but also panicked. I let
her go and she did exactly as I’d hoped—she ran. Her naked body bounded over me
onto the floor and she took off toward the living room with a squeal.

I gave chase.

“You’re going to make security come up
here,” I taunted from one side of the sofa. Livvie was on the other side,
countering every move I made in either direction. She was laughing maniacally,
half excited, half frightened.

“Good. I’ll tell them you’re trying to
spank me. Pervert!”

“You love it. You’re the pervert!” I
pushed the sofa toward her, upsetting her balance. I lunged, but she backed
away and made a run toward the dining room table. I paid an ungodly amount for
the room. I didn’t give a shit if we destroyed it.

“Stop chasing me!”

“Stop running.”

She circled the table, tossing down the
chairs as she went. Her nipples were hard little pebbles I couldn’t keep my
eyes from as her full breasts jiggled and swayed with her movements.

“You promise
not to spank me?”

I grinned.

“Not a fucking chance.” I watched her
carefully as she kept going around the table, stepping over the backs of the
chairs she’d knocked over. If I made my move too soon, she could run toward the
bedroom and subsequently lock herself in the bathroom. On the other side of the
table, her back was to the wall. I let her enjoy the thrill of evading me for
one last turn around the table. I leapt on top of the table, startling her. She
backed up and hit the wall with her back. I jumped down and pinned her.

“Gotcha.”

She was breathing hard. I loved
watching her laugh when she was trying hard not to. Despite her obvious beauty,
she often made the most hideously comedic faces.

“What are you
gonna do?” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She was suddenly very
flirty.

“Whatever I want.” I kissed her lips
until she opened for me. As I swept my tongue inside I felt satisfaction in the
way she moaned and rubbed herself against me. The idea that I had ever thought
of giving her away was almost enough to make me angry. However, if being so
close to Livvie had taught me anything (and it had taught me a great deal), it
was that being angry was next to impossible while she melted against me.

In the weeks prior, I had learned that
Livvie liked to play a little rough. It suited me well when I didn’t overthink
it. She liked to be held down and done from behind. She liked to be told what
to do. She liked to be spanked. Mostly, though, she liked to come. She didn’t
care how it happened—just that it did. It helped take the edge off for me.

I backed away, stroking my dick. I
liked the way Livvie’s eyes followed my hand. She really did like to watch me
(so long as another woman wasn’t in bed with me). Her lips were swollen from
kissing. She licked them and waited. I obliged by shortening her wait.

“Put your hands
on the table and spread your legs.”

She smiled wickedly.

“Yes, Caleb.”
She quickly assumed the position.

I ran my hand down her long ebony mane.
I knew one day I would insist on wrapping it around my dick and coming in it. I
brushed her hair aside and replayed my touch down her spine. I grinned when she
dipped her chest lower, lifting her ass. I would get to it, but I took my time
touching everything. Her tits looked heavier in her position—full. I pinched
them and she whimpered. I pinched her clit and she moaned. Her moans and
whimpers were like food for my dark soul.

“You ready for me to spank you?” It
wasn’t really a question. It was a warning. She took a deep breath and let it
out slowly. Her breath hitched with anticipation.

“Yes, Caleb.”

“Put your chest down on the table and
hold the sides.” I waited patiently for her to comply. Livvie’s beautiful skin
was free of imperfections. There were no scars marring her slender back. She’d
been spared my fate and I was deeply grateful.

I braced her body against my hip with
one hand. I delivered the first blow with my free hand. The sound rent the air.
Livvie gasped, but otherwise remained silent. I watched her ass turn pink where
my hand had been.

“Pink already,
Pet. How many do you think it’ll take for your ass to be bright red?”

“I don’t know, Caleb.” She spoke
softly. Her legs trembled.

“Should we find out?” I traced the welt
with my fingertip. Livvie whimpered again.

“If that’s what you want, Caleb.” I
smiled to myself. I knew I was a sick fuck. Livvie made me a lucky fuck too.  I spanked
her twice, one slap after the other.
Livvie braced with her arms, but didn’t clench her ass.
Practice, practice, practice.

“Is that good, Kitten?” My own
breathing had picked up speed as my arousal shot through the roof. Livvie’s
sounds, coupled with her writhing, had me in an acute state of lust.

“Yes, Caleb. More please.”

I hissed. I spanked her four times in
rapid succession. Livvie’s ass was hot beneath my fingers. She picked up her
feet and writhed against the table.

“Getting pretty
red now, Pet.” I was panting. “Put those fucking feet on the ground. You know
better.”

“Yes, Caleb,” Livvie whispered. She was
close to tears. She wouldn’t be able to take much more. Hell, I couldn’t take
much more.

I used my heated fingers to rub her
pussy from behind. She moaned and opened her legs wider.

“You’re awfully
wet inside, Kitten. You must really like getting a spanking.” I slid my index
finger inside her and moved it back and forth slowly. She shook.

“I like this better. More please.
Harder.” She started moving her hips as much as she could with me holding her.
She was fucking herself with my finger.

“You’re not being a very good pet right
now, Kitten. You don’t get to decide when you get fucked.” I slowed my finger
and she groaned in frustration. I smiled. “Who decides, Kitten?”

“You do, Caleb.” She went still and
relaxed her all her muscles. She was a vessel for my pleasure, a willing
participant in my depravity.

“That’s right, Kitten. I do.” I spanked
her three more times before I heard a little sob. She’d had enough. I’d had
enough. I stood behind her, lifted her hips, and slid her wet pussy down my
cock until I hit the bottom of her.

“Oh, god! Please, Caleb.” She took
swift advantage of the table and used it as leverage to saw herself back and
forth on my cock. It felt so good, I temporarily gave up control. It couldn’t
last long. It wasn’t what either of us wanted. I wanted control. Livvie wanted
to surrender it.

Gaining my wits, I laid down on top of
her. I’m over six feet tall (I use feet for your benefit, but you should really
learn metric, America) to Livvie’s five feet six. I covered her entire body. To
avoid depleting her oxygen supply, I braced on one elbow and gripped the other
end of the table with my free hand.

“You want it
hard, Pet? I’ll give it to you.” I moved my hips in long strokes, almost
pulling out when I moved back, making Livvie grunt when I gave her all of me at
once on the way forward.

We did it that way until my elbow hurt
and we were dripping with sweat, then I flipped us over and made Livvie ride me
until we both came. 

She fell asleep on top of me afterward. My dick was still inside her, getting soft.
Semen ran out whenever either of us moved. I didn't care. I was too damn happy.

The night before Thanksgiving, I had a
dream Livvie said she’d decided she couldn’t love me. I woke up in a panic and
made Livvie have sex with me. She didn’t seem to mind.

We had Thanksgiving dinner in Livvie’s
apartment. Claudia and Rubio brought bottles of sangria, since it was
apparently the favorite drink of their little group. I started drinking scotch
before breakfast.

Livvie thought
it was “cute” how nervous I was. True, I was a little nervous, but mostly I
wasn’t looking forward to making conversation. I figured the smell of me might
keep people away.

Claudia was a force of nature—a
spritely-looking creature with short dark hair, green eyes, and a mischievously
sinister grin. She was even smaller than Livvie, but you wouldn’t notice it
given the way she had a tendency to get into one’s personal space. That
one
being me.

“Oh my god, you’re gorgeous.” She held
my head in both hands and turned my face from side to side, then up toward the
ceiling. I felt like I was being looked over for lice, or worse—being appraised. 
I pulled my face away and scowled at her.
“Oh! Touchy. Sophia said you were.” She shrugged and hopped toward the kitchen.

Rubio was much more respectful. He was
handsome in an awkward sort of way. He was tall, but lanky. His hair had a
fastidiously cultivated look of dishevelment, as was the style with the youth
in Europe. He shared the same color eyes as his girlfriend.

I had no doubt as to who ran the
relationship between Claudia and Rubio. At the very least, Rubio had the
decency to look embarrassed.

“Sorry, she
does that to everybody. When I met her, she told me I was adorable and was her
boyfriend.”

“And you became her boyfriend?” I gave
him a look. He smiled.

“She was
wearing a tight shirt and I could see her boobs.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“You did the
right thing.”

“I know.” He shrugged.

Thanksgiving is an American holiday.
Livvie and I had to scour the grocery stores to find a turkey that was
apparently suitable enough to feed an army, despite our only needing to feed
four people. However, as I watched Livvie pull the turkey out of the oven and
set it on top of the stove, I knew it had been time well spent. Livvie’s pride
in her poultry was unmistakable.

“Look! It’s my first turkey.” Livvie
showcased the bird between her outstretched hands with a curtsy.

“Is it supposed to be swimming?” I
asked. It smelled delicious and I couldn’t wait to eat it, but I love to give
Livvie shit. It’s my second favorite pastime.

“I hate dry turkey. I may have over-basted
it. Who am I kidding, though? No such thing. You’ll eat my fucking turkey and
lick your fingers when you’re done.” She pulled a strip of meat off the top of
the turkey and put it to my lips. “Open up, lover.”

I put my arm around her and pulled. She
smelled of perfume and food. I opened my mouth and let her feed me. It was the
best turkey I’d ever had—moist inside with crispy skin. I licked Livvie’s
fingers as she withdrew.

“Hmm, not bad.
You almost didn’t get your finger back.”

Livvie beamed at me.

“Well, I’m a
lucky girl then. There’s so much I like to do with my fingers.” She pulled my
mouth toward hers and kissed me. Between us, my cock gave a twitch. Livvie
pulled away slowly with one last peck against my lips. “Claudia and Rubi are
here.”

I rubbed the front of my pants against
her belly. Our height difference always confused my cock. It couldn’t decide
between seeking the warmth between her breasts and the wet heat waiting just
below.

“They can
watch. The boy might learn something.”

Livvie laughed and pulled away.

“Not everyone
is as obsessed with sex as you are. I don’t think they’d appreciate it very
much.”

I shrugged.

“We could ask.”

Just then, the sprite walked into the
crowded kitchen.

“Tell me the
food is ready! I am starving. I didn’t eat all day because you said to come
hungry.” She grabbed a roll from a nearby pan and started munching. “Mmm, this
one is still hot.” She crammed the rest into her mouth.