The Darkness Within

Epilogue, Pt. 2

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Epilogue, Pt. 2

Sergei

I haven't considered Kira my captive in months. If anything, she's the one who's kept me captive by demanding all of my attention during my every waking moment. Still, on occasion, I do enjoy indulging in the captive fantasy with my beautiful fiancée. I haven't been able to truly let myself go during sex with her—no matter how much she begged—since her most recent ankle surgery, as she's still been awaiting the final all-clear on all physical activities from her doctor. She finally got it on her visit yesterday, and I have spent the last months planning what I'd do to her once she was back to full health.

When she told me I could do anything to her, I don't think she was counting on my creativity, or how deep my hunger for her runs. She also wasn't counting on the bet I'd made her; that she'd safeword before I was done eating her. If she loses, I get to shave Leo, something I've been itching to do every time I see that demonic ball of fur. If I lose, I have to stay out of whatever's going on with Bettina and Igor.

Considering the fact that I have Kira bound spread eagle on our bed by her wrists and ankles, and that I know how to make her scream in under two minutes with nothing more than the tip of my tongue, I didn't think I'd have a particularly difficult time getting her to yield. Two hours and fuck knows how many orgasms later, Kira still hasn't relented, and I've never been more aroused by her. Her entire body is flushed pink, her limbs probably ache from pulling at her restraints, and her heart rate probably matches her IQ. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her nipples stiffened peaks that stand out against her skin. She practically glows in the dim light provided by a nearby fireplace.

Thus far, she's sworn at me in more languages than I can count—though I believe a few might've been dead tongues—begged, pleaded, screamed herself hoarse, and she still hasn't said the necessary word to stop me.

I know she has to be sensitive to the point of agony by now, evidenced by the slightest dip of my fingers inside her setting off convulsions or the softest drag of my tongue over her clit causing her to wiggle as much as her bindings allow for, to which I respond by pinning her hips down.

"One word," I taunt her, enjoying her groan as I slide two fingers inside her sopping wet pussy. "One word and this all stops."

Although her voice is barely a hoarse rasp at this point, it comes out strong when she snaps, "Fuck you!"

I tug at her swollen clit, smiling when her hips jerk and she whimpers. "This stops as soon as you relent, Kira. I can go all night—I'll never get enough of your taste."

Her knuckles turn white as she grits her fists, glaring at me with those priceless emerald eyes and baring her teeth. "Do your worst."

I smile and do exactly as she asks, employing my arsenal of tongue, teeth, and fingers to turn her even further into a pliant puddle beneath me. Half an hour later when she's resorted to whispering foreign swear words at me because she no longer has a voice, I understand that for once in my life, I just might lose. I could spend the rest of the night at this—few things bring me as much enjoyment—but I can see it wouldn't have my desired effect.

Which is disastrous, because that means I can't have a chat with Igor explaining what will happen if he lays a finger on Bettina outside of protection. Namely, that I will castrate and them disembowel him.

Unacceptable.

I spread Kira's folds with my thumb and blow on her clit gently, chuckling when she shrieks a hoarse curse at me. Then, because I'm feeling particularly spiteful at my forthcoming yield and the fact that I'm realizing having met my match isn't always going to play in my favor, I spank her pussy several times consecutively. Her scream is surprising in itself, considering the fact that I didn't think she had a voice left, but what really shocks me is the rush of fluid that flows down my hand and soaks the already dripping sheets beneath her. It also turns me fucking feral, because during all the sex I've indulged in with Kira, I've never had the pleasure of making her squirt.