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CRACK!

I jump as the snap from the belt echoes in the small space around us.

CRACK!

My heart jumps, Cain’s lips twitch to form the faintest smirk.

Cain pounces on me, and I slide back along the mattress until I hit the wall. “Ah!” I yelp as Cain grabs my leg and pulls me back down beneath him. I wiggle, pressing my feet to the mattress to try and get leverage. But he grabs my leg again, yanking me back down. Grabbing one wrist and then the other, Cain shoves my hands above my head and binds them together with his belt.

“You’re smiling, Kitten. Tell me, do you like to be manhandled?” My cheeks turn warm, my heart thundering against my chest, and the pressure between my thighs is growing more by the moment.

“I like you handling me…” Cain smiles down at me, and I think I might burst.

“Good answer.” With his forearms on either side of me, Cain lowers himself, effectively caging me in. Sliding my foot along his leg, I wrap one leg around him, pulling him closer to me. Cain hovers over me, brushing his lips over mine once, before sealing them together. We kiss slowly, as he rocks his hips forward, adding pressure and letting me feel him against my now aching pussy. His tongue darts out, licking along the inside of my lips before I open for him. Cain’s taste bursts on my tongue, and I swirl my tongue against his for more of him. I moan when he thrusts his hips forward, and he breaks his connection from my lips. Kissing along my neck, over my collar bone, down my chest. I look down as he runs his nose down my middle, his eyes flitting to mine for a beat.

“Cain…” His name comes out faint, breathy, needy.

Goosebumps spread over my legs as Cain lifts my dress, flashing his brow at me before disappearing beneath the fabric. I suck in a breath when I feel him between my legs, a rumble emanates from him and vibrates against my sensitive skin. Cain’s hands move up my thighs, then beneath and hook around the top, gripping me like a vice with his fingers digging into my flesh.

I freeze when Cain runs his nose slowly up and down along the center of my pussy, teasing me over the fabric of my fitted boxers. He kisses me, lips opening and closing on me. My hips quiver, and I try not to push against him to chase more. Then he parts his lips and bites a bit of the fabric, tugging it back. Once. Twice. On the third time, he hooks his fingers over the waistband and pulls them down, exposing me to him. A second later, his mouth is on me, and a desperate little whimper falls out of me. Cain’s grip tightens around my thighs, holding me still against him as he kisses the most intimate pieces of me.

“Mmm,” he rumbles against me, and I can’t help a faint rock of my hips against him. He darts his tongue out, flicks and circles my clit, then moves down my folds, and slides inside of me. In and out. Up and down. I lower my bound wrists and clutch at his back through my dress, grabbing hold of his shirt and gripping the fabric between my fingers.

I want to touch him, too.

“Cain…” I pathetically whimper his name as he flicks my clit with his tongue.

“Patience, Kitten.” His fingers dig further into my flesh; no doubt I’ll have bruises to match in the morning. “You’re soaking, you taste so good.” One more flick of my clit. “But we’re just getting started.”

The space between my legs feels painfully empty when Cain leaves my dress and sits back on his haunches. I was so close… His normally stoic expression is replaced with wide, hungry eyes smiling down at me.

Grabbing my boxers, he yanks them down my legs and tosses them aside. With swift fingers, he unfastens his pants button and slides the zipper over his bulge. I can’t help but watch his fingers. The ones he holds me with, grabs me with, marks me with. Fingers that create masterful works of art.

Cain shoves his pants and boxers down, tossing them to the side. Fisting my dress, he pulls the fabric up to my waist and settles himself between my legs. He lowers himself, pressing his lips to mine and his cock against my pussy. My breath comes out fractured, pitiful sounds escape me. I wrap my leg around one of his, fighting the urge to move against him.

Be good…

I manage to wrap my fingers around a piece of his shirt at his middle, but he grabs the belt and yanks my arms back above my head.

“Why can’t I touch you? You hate it when I try…” He’s touched every part of me.

“You’re wrong. I love it, I want you to. I’m just not ready,” he says, his gaze locked in with mine. I chase and catch his lips.

I can wait for him.

I fall back into the moment when Cain grabs his cock and presses it to my pussy. Sliding the tip over my clit, down to my entrance. He coats himself with the evidence of my pleasure, and I feel my chest and cheeks heat.

“You soak me so well, Kitten.” He rumbles against my lips. Cain presses the tip of his cock hard against my clit, and I buck, rocking my hips against him.

I want him…

“Cain, please,” I beg as I rock my hips again. Cain slides his cock down, pressing the first inch inside of me. I moan, the pressure teasing me to my limit. Cain crashes his lips to mine, pulling himself out of me. A desperate, pathetic whimper escapes me.

“Soon, Kitten.” Cain presses his cock to my pussy, then cages me in with both arms. He rocks his hips again, and again. He’s rock hard, and I’m soaking him more and more by the second. “Tell me, Kitten,” his words hot and breathy in my ear. “Will you let me fill you up?”

“Yes.” I meet his hips with every rock, every thrust. He presses against my entrance, and I buck.

I want him. I want him. I want him.