Endless (Clarity Coast Omegaverse Book 1)
Chapter 45

Cade shut the door behind us in his studio, and I shook out my hands. “I’m nervous.”

He grinned. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I just am.”

The room was cast in low lighting, warm and cozy. There was nothing frightening about it. I’d just never done anything like this before.

After Warren and Ellie left, we were all still tired, and we ended up in the nest, sleeping only. We needed it. And it gave me more time to think about what Ellie said, along with this.

Every single one of us slept late, and after a breakfast Joel made, Cade snagged me and pulled me to the basement while the others laughed.

Walking to me, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. “Don’t be nervous, princess. The real secret to all of this? It only happens because you want to. The only reason I have any power—that any Dom has any power—is only because you give it to me.”

I smirked up at him. “So I get to boss you around?”

“Maybe sometime. Today? Not a fucking chance.”

We both laughed, but he was still holding my face and staring into my eyes with such heat I couldn’t laugh anymore. “What happens now?”

Cade kissed me again. “As much as I wish we could dive in, we need to talk about a couple of things first.”

“Like?”

“Like you calling me ‘Sir.’”

“Oh.” I pressed my lips together. “You liked it, right?”

His arms slid down and around me, locking me against his body. “I love it. But I think it means something different to me than it does to you.”

I knew enough about the kinky lifestyle to know the basics, but here in the cozy warmth, I leaned my head on Cade’s chest and enjoyed the sound of his voice when he spoke.

“I’d love it if you call me Sir, Isolde. But I’ll ask that you keep it here. When we’re playing together. If we ever go to a club or somewhere we’d do this, that’s fine. Or,” he paused. “If there’s ever a time when you need me to step into that role. No matter when it is. This doesn’t have to only be about sex.”

Wrapping my arms around him, I pressed my forehead into his shirt. “So no teasing you?”

“I love when you tease,” he whispered. “But I’d prefer you didn’t do it with this.”

“Okay.”

Cade kissed the top of my head. “Thank you.”

“Did I…” I winced and looked up at him. “I’m sorry for doing it before.”

“Remember yesterday when you told Warren he didn’t need to apologize because he didn’t know?”

I nodded.

“It’s the same. I’m not upset with you teasing me that way when you didn’t know my preference. And,” he pinned me with a stare, “if you still do it by accident, don’t panic, please.”

My heart fluttered. “I think eventually I’ll unlearn the panic. And everything else.”

“You will,” he murmured. “We’re going to help you.”

We stood together, just breathing in the moment for a while before he spoke again. “I’ll never cross any limits you set, Isolde. But when we play, when you hand over control, I own you. Your gorgeous body is mine to play with. Your cunt, ass, mouth, everything belongs to me.”

“Fuck.” The word shook through me, barely a breath.

A ghost of a smile. “Problem?”

“No. No problems.” I couldn’t exactly tell him how I’d nearly blacked out from the sudden wave of arousal. Because holy crap.

“Now, as for what I have planned. There’s about a million and one things I want to do to you and with you. But we’ll start slow. Rope doesn’t have to be naked. Do you want to be?”

Raising an eyebrow, I looked at him. “So you’re not tying me up to fuck me?”

“I never said that.” He smirked. “You’re skipping ahead.”

Taking the time to sort through my thoughts, I finally felt them. “I think I want to be. Though I can definitely see the appeal of having clothes sometimes.” My mind filled with images of me wrapped in a blanket and tied up so I couldn’t move. It would be cozy as shit.

“This is your first time with rope, right?”

“Right.”

Cade ran his hands over my arms. “I don’t want to do too much the first time. We want to make sure you like it.”

“I’m going to.”

I liked his smile. “I think you will too. But everyone has reactions, and sometimes you’ll replace something you didn’t expect. So today, I want to restrain your arms and your legs.”

“In the air?”

“No,” he shook his head. “Not your first time.”

That made sense. Suspending someone probably had more risks, and if he wanted to start slowly, the floor was the better choice.

“After I tie you up, I want to play with you.”

“What does that mean?”

Turning away, Cade stripped his shirt over his head. “I really want to say ‘whatever I want it to mean.’”

My heart kicked up faster. “But?”

“But again, not the first time.” Slowly, he tugged on my shirt and pulled it over my head. “I want to touch you. With my mouth. With my fingers. I might want to use your mouth for my own dirty purposes. I’m not going to deny you today, but if you have to come, I still want you to ask permission.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to form the habit for when we play. And I want you to have a reminder of who owns you when we’re inside this room.”

The wink he threw my way had heat pooling between my legs. “And the fucking?”

Cade dropped his mouth to my shoulder, kissing across my skin as he took off my bra. “Today, this time, this is about you.” He smiled. “Mostly about you. Believe me, I have plans to tie you open and fuck you until you don’t know your own name. But we have plenty of time.”

We were both naked from the waist up now. The rich scent of him was all around me, infused into this room from so much time here, and rolling off him. “Are you sure?”

“I am.”

I shivered. The easy dominance rolling off him turned me on as much as it made me feel safe. “Then tell me what to do. Sir.”

His eyes lit up, and he kissed me again, unable to help himself. “Good girl. Take the rest off and kneel.”

He retreated to the wall covered in rope, and I obeyed, tossing my clothes to the edge of the room and kneeling. There were mats on the floor. Not quite soft, but not like kneeling on hardwood either.

“I asked you for your favorite color the other day because I wanted to make sure I had some ready for you.” The bundles of rope he brought back were a rich, deep green. Not the silky kind of rope you often saw with pictures of people tied up. When Cade held it out for me to touch it felt like regular rope, but it was beautiful. “It’s going to look stunning on you.”

“Thank you.”

Setting the rest of the rope on the floor along with some safety shears, Cade knelt behind me. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’ve got you. And if you need to stop, we stop.”

His hands lifted my hair off my neck, and he put it up, tying it out of the way. “Are you using rope for that too?”

“I can.” He chuckled. “This time it’s just a hair tie.”

Cade touched me, stroking over my skin with slow intention. One wrist was pulled behind my back, and then the other. He arranged my arms against each other. “Keep these here.”

Then there was the rope. A delicious blend of sensation, slowness, pressure, and occasionally the quick, sure movement. Cade wrapped the rope around my shoulders and ribs, the way it held my arms like a sudden hug. I barely noticed him tying my hands and weaving the rope between my breasts. It just felt good.

“You okay, princess?”

“I’m so good,” I said, making him laugh.

“Good. I’m going to lay you down.”

Giving him my weight and not being able to catch myself was strange, but he did it with ease, making sure I was comfortable. My whole body floated. Or that’s what it felt like. Floating. Like I had in Vaughn’s arms. I could just stay here. Nothing bad could happen while I floated like this.

Cade wound rope around my legs, binding my calves to my thighs. I didn’t even realize how open I was until I was on my back, legs open to either side, Cade kneeling over me with satisfaction in his eyes. He ran his fingers under the ropes in a few places.

I whined, wanting him to touch me more. He was so warm and smelled so good. Why wasn’t he closer?

His arms braced on either side of my head. “How do you feel?”

“I feel yummy.”

“That’s good. No pinching anywhere?”

“Nope.” I popped the p. “I’m good. But you’re not touching me.”

Leaning close, he pressed a kiss to the center of my chest. “I will touch you,” he said. “When and how I want. My Omega is all tied up for me, so you have to wait.”

“But—”

“Quiet,” the gentle word dropped on my lips before he kissed me. “You gave control to me, princess. Do you want to take it back?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

My whole body shook, the sensation that much more intense because I couldn’t move. “No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He started to move his mouth down my body. “Unless you’re telling me to stop or asking to come, those are the only words I want to hear from you. Yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He chuckled into the curve of my waist before taking my breasts in his hands. “I loved fucking these during your heat. I want to tie them together so we can all have a turn. Make you a mess with all of our cum. What do you say to that?”

One cocked eyebrow dared me to break his rule, but I had zero objections to the image he painted. I was getting wet imagining it. “Yes, Sir.”

That infernal mouth of his slid into a smirk that lit me from within, telling me he would catch me slipping up eventually. It was just a matter of time.

Palming my thighs between his ropes, Cade spread me open even further, lowering himself down so I could feel his heat but not yet feel him. The anticipation sank through me and sharpened everything, but I was still floating, breathless, dazed, happy.

“Look at this pretty little clit,” Cade said. “It’s swollen already and I haven’t even touched it. Like it’s begging me to suck it.”

He did.

Cade consumed me like he was a dying man and I was his last meal. More than that. He licked my arousal off my skin where it had leaked onto my thighs. He drove his tongue inside with ruthless, carnal intent, and he did everything while groaning in pleasure.

“You taste so fucking sweet, princess. I’ll never have enough of you.”

The whimpering sound that came out of me was small and desperate. I needed him. There was no way to tell how long his mouth had been on me. Time didn’t exist in this blissful space of hazy pleasure. But I needed more of him. I wanted⁠—

“Please,” I gasped.

Two fingers sank into me in the brief moments he pulled his mouth away. “Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

He laughed. “Wrong question. Try again.”

I wanted him inside me. But if I couldn’t have that— “Please, may I come? Sir?”

“Yes.” His mouth was on me, words muffled. “Drown me.”

It only took seconds more for lightning to flash behind my eyes, the sharpness of my orgasm dragging through me, so much harder because I couldn’t move. Nowhere to hide.

Pants open, Cade crawled up my body. His cock was at my lips, pressing into my gasping mouth. Dragging the heady taste of him across my tongue. “Imagine what I can do to you, princess, while you have to be still and take it.”

He didn’t stay in my mouth, pulling back and moving out of sight. Suddenly I was dizzy, moved up onto my knees, where my tied body couldn’t balance. But I didn’t tilt forward. Didn’t fall.

Cade had me.

Strong body behind mine, holding me in place, Cade cradled me. His strength was mine. I was safe.

One hand stroked down my stomach and between my legs. He didn’t tease me when I was already sensitive, didn’t fuck me into another orgasm. He placed his hand over me. His other hand circled my throat as his teeth scraped over the skin of my neck and left chills in their wake.

“Who owns you, Isolde?” Low, dark, velvet words against my skin.

I whined, needing everything. Needing to tell him. “You do.”

“And who am I?”

“Sir.”

A long, slow kiss just beneath my jaw. “Good girl.”

I shivered, my eyes closing. “Hold tight, okay?”

“Mmkay.” I felt buttery and soft and so fucking good. Somewhere, I noticed I was down on the ground again. Cade’s hands stroked and touched and held as he undid the ropes binding me. The last thing to come undone were my hands. But he didn’t give them back.

He massaged them, making sure I moved my arms slowly. They were stiffer than I expected. Cade murmured words in my ear, but I couldn’t focus on them. All I wanted was to cuddle up with Cade and let him hold me.

I took a breath in and realized I was on the soft couch in the back of the studio. A soft blanket curled around my body, and Cade around that. “Welcome back.”

“Where did I go?”

He laughed quietly, nudging the side of my face with his own. “You got a little rope drunk. Some people would call it subspace, but everyone’s different. Some people have different reactions to certain scenes, or don’t go as deep as others.”

“I liked it.”

“I’m glad.”

I pouted at him. “Why wouldn’t you fuck me when I asked?”

“Because we hadn’t agreed beforehand.”

“But—”

Cade kissed my cheek. “Once you start to play, your endorphins and chemicals are all over the place. It’s like being high on your own body. And as much as you wanted it, you can’t consent when you’re high. Remember the beach?”

They hadn’t fucked me because I’d already smoked, waiting until later. “Yeah.”

“Same thing.”

I sighed. “All right. I understand it, even if I don’t love it at the moment. You didn’t get to come. Unless you want me to help with that now.”

“You know I love your mouth, princess. Watching you make my cock disappear like a magic trick is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. But it’s not a trade. It doesn’t have to be even. You don’t owe me an orgasm, and I never want you to think you have to make sure everything’s equal all the time. Especially with five of us in the pack.” He raked a hand through my hair, making my whole body tingle. “I’m more than happy to have you here like this. Watching you come apart in my ropes is going down as one of my favorite memories.”

Everything in me warmed. I hadn’t thought about it as transactional. At least not consciously. But I understood what he was saying. “The same goes both ways,” I said. “I might want to make you feel good. Maybe wake you up the way you and Joel wake me up.”

He groaned. “Fuck, princess. You absolutely have my permission to do that. I want to wake up with my balls in that sinful mouth of yours, roll you over and pin your throat to the bed with my cock and come before we’ve even said good morning.”

My eyes nearly rolled back in my head, and I was suddenly perfuming enough to make Cade laugh. “Okay, I admit it. I do love it when you guys say dirty things like that.”

“And you’ll like it even more when we follow the words up with the real thing.”

I sank into him, snuggling closer.

Around me, his hold tightened, and I knew without him saying that if he could purr, he would be doing it. Satisfaction and happiness gathered around him like a cloud. “I love the marks on you.”

“Marks?”

Cade pulled the blanket away from me to show my legs. The imprints of his ropes zigzagged across my skin. “They won’t last long, but fuck, these are sexy, princess. Mind if I take a picture?”

They were sexy. “Please do.”

Easing away from me, Cade retrieved his phone and snapped a few pictures of my arms and legs covered in rope marks. They were… hot.

“I’ll send them to you. But first.” He tapped away on his phone before showing me the picture of my legs, nestled between the blankets with those rope impressions all over them, was now his lock screen.

“Cade.” My eyes went wide.

“I’m going to want to look at it again. It’s convenient this way.” Cade reached over onto the end table and grabbed a bottle of water, undoing it to help me take a sip. “You’re probably thirsty.”

The picture wasn’t scandalous. It didn’t show anything I’d be embarrassed of. The fact that he wanted it as his screen made me squirm with happiness inside. Taking the water bottle from him, I drank nearly half the bottle in one go. “Woah.”

He grinned. “Yeah, that can happen.” Then he crouched in front of me, more serious. “Anything you didn’t like?”

I pulled him closer until he came back on the couch with me so I could lean on his shoulder and sink into him again. “No, that was incredible. Thank you.”

“So you want more?”

“Yes please.”

Cade tilted my chin up with one finger and kissed me. We didn’t need words to understand what was said. He kissed three words onto my lips, and I kissed them right back.