21. Caine
CHAPTER 21
CAINE
I deserve a fucking award for my self control tonight.
If she wants to play, then let’s fucking play. I watched as Drew came to her house, and I waited to see what would happen. When I couldn’t see anything more through the window, I pulled up the camera in her room. It took everything in me not to go barging in there the second she dropped to her knees in front of him.
She touched him.
She had him in her mouth.
He got to know what it felt like before me, and that’s something he will pay for.
So will she.
I watched the entire interaction like a fucking train wreck, my eyes unblinking as he held her head and thrusted into her open mouth. How she drooled and cried for him. I couldn’t take it so I pounded my fist on a window so they wouldn’t do anything more.
Because if they had, I might have actually murdered him. As much as I wish I could get away with it, I don’t think I could. I’m good, but even I know I’m not that good. Even my dad, one of the most well-known defense attorneys, wouldn’t be able to get me out of the charges that would come from a murder as brutal as the one I would commit.
I watched to make sure he left, and I heard what he said, but refused to react. I’ll deal with him, but she’s first. She’s alone. Probably wet and needy since she didn’t get to come. Too bad she’s going to be left that way. Because tonight, she’s going to be punished.
But only after she falls asleep.
I continue to watch her through the window, waiting. I’m not normally a patient man, and this entire night is testing every bit of control, patience, and restraint I have. Honestly, I’m pretty proud of myself.
I continue to watch while standing in the darkness outside, when all the lights in Max’s house turn off, indicating that she’s going to bed. I continue to wait to make sure she goes to sleep. It’s a real test of my self-control.
After about an hour, the last little bit of restraint I’ve had is gone and I enter her house as easily as I would my own. She may have fixed the lock on her back door, but no lock is foolproof. They all have a weak spot. Just like my little killer.
Once I’m inside, I close the door quietly because I don’t want her to know I’m here before I’m ready. I go to her room, immediately fixating on her sleeping form. She has one leg kicked out of her blanket that’s resting between her thighs. Her soft breathing fills the air and it’s the only sound in the room.
My heart is threatening to beat out of my chest along with the beast that’s begging to take her again. To not give her the chance to wake up and fight me off, even though I like it when she does. I want her to know who’s touching her and I want her to love it, just like last time. Even if she denies it, we both know the truth.
I step up closer to her, as if there’s this invisible pull that draws me in every time I’m near her. Once I’m close enough to touch, I feel my fingertips practically vibrating with the need to feel her soft skin under them.
Reaching out to graze her exposed ankle, I run my fingers up her calf lightly, feeling relief at the smallest touch. I get to her knee, and she stirs slightly. I look up to her face to see if she’s going to open those hazel eyes and catch me, but she doesn’t. Instead, I look at her mouth and my anger is back.
I remember watching her with Drew. Watching how she dropped down willingly for him, how she let him do what he wanted with her mouth and how she liked it. How she touched herself and then let him taste what’s mine.
Fuck that.
I pull the blanket from her body hard enough that I’m sure it’ll wake her, but it doesn’t. She adjusts slightly, lying on her back while turning her head to face me, but her eyes remain closed, and her breathing stays even.
She’s so fucking pretty like this, so helpless. I could do whatever I wanted to her right now. I could wake her up with my dick inside her which would definitely piss her off. I could force her mouth open and make her take me down her delicate little throat and erase the feeling of another man there.
Instead, I undo my pants, reach in, and take my dick into my hand, pumping myself roughly while I stare at her sleeping form. Her nipples are peaked under her tight tank top, and they rise and fall with each breath she takes.
Squeezing the tip of my dick, I let out a low groan before reaching out to slide up her shirt and palming her bare breast in my hand. She squirms slightly and I continue to pump my length while touching her. She moans quietly, her hips move like she’s searching for me, but I continue to fuck my hand until I feel the orgasm starting at the base of my spine.
Pulling her shirt up over her tits I don’t hold back the loud moan as I unleash my release onto her chest, coating her in my cum, hoping she wakes up. I want her to catch me like this. I want to see her reaction to how I’ve marked her as mine.
She whimpers, her hips continuing to search, but she remains asleep even as I finish. I rub my hand through the cum coating her pretty tits, and massage it into her skin, making sure she’s thoroughly covered.
Tucking myself back into my pants, I don’t fix her shirt or the blanket. Lingering, because I want to take in the sight for a little bit longer, I’m almost tempted to take a picture. But I don’t, because if anyone got ahold of my phone and saw this, I would kill them. This view is only for me.
Which reminds me, I go to her dresser to pull out the camera she hid. I expected her to destroy it, but she didn’t. I make sure to relocate it to a spot that she’ll struggle to find, and couldn’t reach even if she did. The best part is it gives me an even better view of her entire room.
“Don’t worry, killer, this isn’t your entire punishment,” I tell her unconscious body.
I leave her house the same way I came in, making sure to relock the door. When I get on my bike, I make sure to be as loud as possible with the engine as I drive off down the dark streets back to my house.
As soon as I’m in the door, I pull up the camera. She’s in the same spot I left her and I smirk, leaving the camera open on my phone as I get into bed, because I want a firsthand view of her reaction in the morning.
And then, I’ll deal with Drew.