16. Caine
CHAPTER 16
CAINE
F uck, what is it about this girl that has me so out of control? I’ve never felt so crazed around someone, so completely unhinged. The need to make her mine, to claim her in every way possible, is consuming every fiber of my being.
Especially right now, with the taste of her still on my tongue as she’s practically naked on her bed, squirming with a look in her eyes that tells me she wants to kill me. Even though she just came for me like a dream. I squeeze the head of my cock even tighter as I look at her.
I’m not going to be able to take off her shirt and suck on those tight nipples with the way I’ve bound her hands, but that’s okay. I have to save something for next time—and there will be a next time.
“You know, I thought about waiting until you were in bed tonight,” I tell her, giving myself another stroke.
She pulls at her restraints again, growling in frustration at the way it pulls at her neck. “You’re a psychopath.”
“Yeah, I might be. But I know I would’ve found you bare under one of your T-shirts again, wouldn’t I?”
She squirms on the bed, but fails to get anywhere without the use of her arms.
“I know I would have because you want to be found like that, don’t you?” Another stroke. “I would’ve pulled down the blankets, and seen this pink pussy already wet for me because you’re a needy slut, even in your dreams, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” she spits, her voice is breathy, giving away how she really feels right now.
Another stroke.
“Yeah, you are. You would’ve woken up when you felt my cock pushing inside you, and you’d have tried to fight me off, but I would have held you down. Maybe tied you up again. It would’ve only made you more of a desperate little mess for me.”
She sucks in her bottom lip, and I know it’s to hide any noise she’s making, but I continue.
“You’d take it so well. I know you would. Maybe I’d try to go slow, and let you adjust.”
“Stop,” she whimpers.
Another stroke.
“But I wouldn’t be able to go slow, not with your tight pussy squeezing me. I’d lose control, just like I always do with you. Maybe you’d scream and try to fight me. Fuck , I love it when you fight me. It wouldn’t work, though, and you’d just deal with me fucking you until you’re soaking my cock with your release.”
“No.” She shakes her head, pulling at her wrists.
“And then, I would fill you up with my cum. I’d even make sure to push any of it back in that tries to drip out because every part of you will accept all of me.”
“You’re crazy.”
I shrug. “Yeah, but I think you might be a bit crazy too.”
As I start to lean down over her, she tries to kick me away and I make a mental note to tie her legs to something next time, even if I like the way she fights me. Though, I didn’t like getting kicked in the nuts earlier. I manage to grab her ankles as she continues to flail her body around and I use my grip on them to flip her onto her stomach, trapping her arms underneath her. It further limits her neck movement, so she’s forced to scream into the comforter as she continues to try and kick at me, but it’s harder from this angle, especially with her arms bound.
Yanking her down to the edge of the bed, I force her legs apart before situating myself between them. Grabbing her ass in both my hands and kneading it roughly, pulling her cheeks apart to see her tight hole and dripping pussy on display for me.
“So needy for me, killer, you’re soaking the bed.”
She mumbles something into the bed that I can’t understand.
“What’s that? You gotta speak up and tell me what you want.”
Turning her head to the side, she’s breathing heavily. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
“A little too late for that, don’t you think?” I slap my hand down on her ass and she cries out, grinding down against the bed. I rub the spot I just hit, feeling the heat of her skin under my palm. I graze my fingers through her soaked slit and spread the wetness up to her ass cheek before slapping it again.
She lets out a little growl that reminds me of a feisty kitten. “Stop fucking hitting me.”
“Stop liking it then,” I retort at the same time she grinds herself against the bed again. My patience is running thin, and my cock stands at attention for her, leaking from the tip and it takes every bit of restraint I have not to ram into her right now.
Taking my dick into my hand, I rub my head along her dripping slit, coating myself in her arousal. Pressing against her entrance without pushing in, I feel her tighten as her muscles tense.
“Caine.” Her voice is threatening, and it only makes me press against her harder, the very tip of my dick pushing inside her soaking cunt.
“Yeah, killer?”
“Stop.” She says weakly.
“No.”
Without giving her a chance to say anything else, I slam forward and fully seat myself inside her tight channel with a single thrust. She cries out at the intrusion, and I groan at how tightly she’s squeezing me.
“Fuck, you keep telling me to stop, but you don’t realize how much your cunt floods for me every time you say that pointless word.”
She moans, turning her face back into the mattress trying to muffle the noise, but I heard it and I know she likes this. Doesn’t matter how much she wants to deny me, we both know this gets her off.
I grab her ponytail, pulling her head to the side again. She’s panting as I rock into her, enjoying the feeling of being completely enveloped by her wet heat. I keep my thrusts shallow, not wanting to pull out.
Max arches up into me slightly and I groan, pulling harder on her ponytail as I push into her roughly making her yelp.
“Still want me to stop?” I ask with another thrust that makes her gasp.
“Mmm,” she hums. It turns into a moan with another sharp thrust of my hips.
Reaching between her body and the bed, I find where we are connected and feeling us together has me close to losing it already, but I need to feel her come around me at least once. Moving my hand to her clit, I rub hard, tight circles as I fuck her roughly against my hand.
“You’re going to come for me, killer. Your sweet pussy is going to strangle my dick because you love this.”
“No,” she moans and it sure as shit felt more like a yes to me.
With my grip tight on her hair, I shove her head back down, increasing my pace as I fuck her into the mattress.
“You take me so fucking well. You’re fucking dripping onto my hand, and you want me to think you hate this.” I breathe out a humorless laugh.
My hand works her clit, and I feel her tighten around me as she gets close, but she’s holding back. I can’t understand her muffled words, and I don’t care to, I just want her to give in.
“Come on, killer, give it to me.” I pinch her clit, and she detonates with a scream, her pussy wrapping so tightly around me I almost lose control.
Working her through her release, I do everything I can to hold back my own until she becomes limp under me, and I lose all restraint, fucking her roughly until my own climax takes over and I’m coming, filling her with a groan.
When I pull out, I immediately lean back to watch as my cum drips out of her drenched pussy, but I shove it back in roughly just as I said I would. She gasps, trying to move away from me. Her tired muscles and bound wrists make it impossible, and I push every drop back inside her.
I back up enough to flip her onto her back, and her tired eyes are still glaring up at me.
“I should leave you like this for the night and see if you’re able to get yourself free.” The side of my mouth pulls up in a small smirk, and my dick twitches at the sight of her. Ponytail in disarray, errant pieces sticking to her face from sweat and drool. Knowing she's got my cum inside of her has the beast inside me raging again. Damn, I might just have to fuck her again tonight.
“You wouldn’t,” she challenges.
“Actually, I would.”
I start to pull my clothes back on, because I really would fuck her again right now. Even though leaving is the last thing I want to do, I know that I should. It’s a good thing I hid a small camera in here before she came home so I can watch this back and keep an eye on her when I’m not here and need my fix.
“Caine,” she growls as I pull up my pants. I see her shift around slightly and there’s a look that crosses her face which is one of concern and confusion. “You fucked me bare.”
“And I always will. Your pussy is mine and I’ll fill it anytime I want.”
“I could get pregnant, you asshole.”
“Good, then everyone will know you’re mine while you walk around with my baby in your stomach.”
“Good thing I have an IUD then.”
“For now.”
“Oh my fucking God,” she groans. “Take this belt off me.”
I shrug. “No.”
And with that, I leave her for the night, unsure of how long I’ll be able to stay away. I’m already craving her again, and who knows how long the beast within will remain satiated. Watching her on camera will have to last for now before I need to feel her once again.