Chapter 22
Ainsley
I feel like an ass.
No, worse than an ass. Is that possible?
Staring up at me from the smaller box is a black, emerald shaped diamond, surrounded by three rubies on each side and set into a silver band. It would be huge on my finger, impossible for anyone to miss. It matches the necklace perfectly.
He was out buying me a present for a birthday he was in a coma for and having a new ring made for me to match that present, while I was listening to some girl tell me he only wanted to hurt me.
After all the times he’s asked me to marry him and I told him no, he still bought me another ring.
There’s no doubt in my mind that the plan he had was to surprise me with them and propose to me properly, and I ruined it.
“Cain?” I call out as I enter the living room. My voice is broken, refusing to be as loud as I want it to be. But, in the emptiness of the living room, I know he hears me.
He’s sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, pulling at the long, black locks I love to run my fingers through. At the sound of my voice, he flinches, but he doesn’t raise his head to look at me.
This must be how I made him feel, except I’ve actually done something wrong. And I don’t know how to fix it. So, I do the only thing I can think of.
As I sit on the couch next to him, I pull a hand from his head and place the box inside of it, giving it back to him.
“It’s yours,” he tells me, trying to hand it back. “I bought it so I could -”
“Stop,” I cut him off, pushing his hand away from me. “Don’t tell me. I want it to be a surprise.”
We both know what he was about to say, but as he wraps his hand around the box and holds it in his lap, we come to a new understanding. Whatever just happened between us is in the past. Something that was meant to tear us apart, but will only make us stronger.
“I can’t make it a surprise unless…” he trails off, letting me finish his thought for him.
“I believe you,” I tell him. Even when Christina was spouting her lies at me, I struggled to believe her. Cain would never do anything to hurt me, no matter how much I hurt him. I should’ve told Christina to go to hell.
Cain raises his eyes to look at me, letting vulnerability shine through. I’ve never seen him look so defeated. Not even last night, when he thought the only way to keep me safe was by pushing me away.
“You believe me?”
I nod my head as I push his arms away from his knees and take their place on his lap. This is where I belong. It doesn’t matter what happens or who tries to tear us apart; he belongs to me, just as much as I belong to him.
As a reflex, his hands land on my hips as he holds me in place against him. “I believe you,” I repeat.
His shoulders drop at my declaration, the weight of trying to convince me he loves me finally gone.
There are still a lot of questions I have. She knew too much; not only about Cain, but about me, too. I don’t blame Cain, or at least I don’t think I do, but I still need answers to move on from this whole ordeal.
“Let me take you home,” Cain pleads with me.
His eyes track my movements as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and chew on it. What must have only been an hour ago, there was a woman telling me Cain wanted to hurt me, leading to me driving here and throwing up the contents of my stomach. Then, Cain came bursting in, determined to prove his innocence.
Too much has happened today for me to process it all. Can I just go back to him like nothing happened?
“Ainsley,” he calls out, pulling me out of my head and bringing my attention back to him. “It’s me and you, baby. Stop thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong, and decide what you want.”
What I want? What I want is to go back in time and stop myself from going into the basement. I want to hold myself back from going to the ball, even if it means holding myself back from giving into Cain. Maybe I would even go back and stop myself from leaving him and spending all these months without him, trying to convince myself that I hate him.
But, above all else… “I want revenge.”
I’m tired of being the girl everyone thinks they can walk all over. First there was Cain’s father, who thought I was just a distraction he could get rid of. Then, there was Carlos. The devil himself, who did everything he could to make my life a living hell. Even Cain, with the way he stalked and kidnapped me to make me fall in love with him.
Now, there’s Christina. Thinking she can waltz right into Cain’s house and kick me out so she can have him all to herself, and I let her. She’s probably so smug right now, wherever she is, thinking she’ll give all of it some time to blow over and then she’ll come back and make a move on him.
Not on my watch.
“It’s yours,” Cain promises me. “Just come home with me.”
Cautiously, I nod my head, still not sure if I’m making the best decision. All I know is that I want to enjoy the rest of my spring break with Cain.
“Can I drive the Corvette back?” I ask after climbing off his lap. He looks at me with stern eyes as he stands, as if I’m a child asking for candy before dinner. “Please?”
My eyelashes flutter as I give him the most adorable puppy eyes I can manage, but when that doesn’t work, I do the next best thing. My body presses against his as I rise on my tiptoes and place kisses along his jaw, making him putty in my hands.
“Pretty please?”
He holds me against his body as he groans, letting me see the moment he caves. Cain never was very good at saying no to me, especially when I beg.
“You’re going to be very careful with my baby,” he instructs me. My head bobs up and down enthusiastically, agreeing to his words. “And when we get home, you’re going to let me punish you for running away from me.”
I swallow nervously, but don’t object. We made promises to each other last night, and I already broke mine.
“Don’t worry, little one,” he reassures me as my face falls. “There’s a reward waiting for you, too.”
“Pull your pants down and bend over on the bed,” Cain instructs me as I follow him into his bedroom.
I definitely wasn’t careful with his car on the way back here. How could I be? That car has more power than I’ve ever experienced, and this time I wasn’t holding back sobs while driving it. I enjoyed every second of speeding down those roads, even if it means my punishment will be worse.
My pants wrap around my ankles once I shimmy them down. Cain searches for something in the nightstand as I bend over the bed, waiting for my punishment. Images of him spanking me like a child flash through my mind, causing a dull ache to settle between my thighs. As I rub them together, trying to find even the smallest amount of relief, his hand lands firmly against my ass.
“Is this turning you on, little one?” His voice is husky, telling me he’s just as turned on at the sight of my ass sticking straight out as I am at the thought of him smacking it.
“Yes,” I answer, my voice breathy even to my own ears. He kicks my legs apart as far as he can with my pants restricting the movement, taking away my ability to rub my thighs together.
His hand moves between my thighs, finding the spot I only prayed he would touch. A moan slips through my lips as soon as he makes contact.
The reaction earns me a sharp slap to my pussy, making me jerk away from him.
“This is for my enjoyment, not yours,” he growls at me. Despite his words, his finger finds my clit again as he pushes his erection against my ass. I hold back my moan this time, wanting to prolong my pleasure. “Do you know why I’m punishing you Ainsley?”
It’s hard to focus on his words with the way his fingers are working me, but as soon as his finger slides to my other hole, my attention sharpens. I nod as a response to his question and try to move away, but I’m trapped between the bed and his body.
“Say it,” he commands me.
“I broke my promise. I walked away from you.”
His finger works my hole, spreading my arousal to allow him an easier entrance. As soon as he pushes his finger inside of me, I force myself to relax, knowing that fighting this will only make it worse.
“Are you ever going to do it again?”
His finger pumps in and out, slowly at first as he allows me to adjust to the intrusion. My head shakes in response, which earns me a sharp slap against my ass.
“Say it, Ainsley,” he commands. I shouldn’t love the way he gives me orders during sex, but I just can’t help myself. There’s nothing sexier than when Cain takes control.
“I’ll never do it again,” I promise him. His finger quickens its pace, pulling a reaction from me that even I don’t expect. I start to back into him, meeting his finger halfway through its thrusts and welcoming the sensations he’s giving me. It’s not enough to relieve the pressure between my thighs, but it doesn’t feel bad, either.
Suddenly, his finger pulls out, leaving me empty.
“Keep relaxing for me,” he directs me as he takes a step back from me. As a cold liquid runs down my exposed crack, I force myself not to jerk away from it, even though I know what it means.
He uses the butt plug to scoop up the lube before slowly pushing it inside of me, waiting for me to fully relax before he pushes it all the way in. This one is bigger than the last one he used on me, and I’m terrified to move from this position.
“I should make you count while I spank you,” he tells me, making me tense up with anticipation. “But, you’re already hurt. I’m not going to add to that.”
Silently, I curse the man that shoved my head into a dashboard and gave me a concussion.
“Do it,” I command Cain. His body tenses behind me, not expecting those words to come from me. I can feel his hesitation. He might put up a tough act, but when it comes to me, he’s always gentle. I want his rough side. “Show me why, next time, I shouldn’t walk. Show me why I should run as fast as I can and pray you catch me.”
A groan slips out of him as he rubs his erection against me, clearly affected by my words. “Fuck, baby.”
He rubs his hands against my ass, priming my skin for the punishment he’s about to give me. “Count with me,” he commands.
Before I can prepare myself, a sharp slap fills the room, followed by a sting only a moment later.
“One,” I choke out. I should have thought about this more. The pain is more than I expected, especially when I thought this would be an erotic experience.
Smack.
“Two.”
Smack.
“Three.”
By this one, I’ve accepted the pain and allowed myself to feel everything else, including the way the plug moves inside of me as my body shakes. If he wasn’t still keeping my legs separated, I’d be rubbing my thighs together.
Smack.
“Four. Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?” he asks as he rubs my stinging skin. There’s only one thing I want right now.
“Fuck me.”
Smack.
“No. Count.”
“Five,” I whimper.
He backs away from me and rummages through his nightstand again, making me think the punishment is over. Disappointment floods through me. If it were up to me, we would do this until he finally caved and buried his cock inside of me.
When he comes back, he holds something to my face. “Open your mouth,” he instructs. I obey without hesitation, and he sticks something inside of it, not needing to give me the rest of my instructions. My lips close around it as I suck on the silicone material, wetting it with my saliva.
He pulls it out with a plop!
I should have looked to see what he had in mind, but sometimes, the mystery is more of a turn on for me.
He presses the object against my pussy, pushing part of it inside of me while the rest sits against my clit. “Remember this?” he asks once it’s fully inserted. “We have some good memories with this little toy.”
He uses the remote to turn it on, but doesn’t stop there. As I get used to feeling it inside of me, he turns the power up, making me stand up on my toes in an attempt to escape the intense sensations.
Satisfied with his new idea, he throws the remote on the bed and returns to his task. His hand lands savagely against me, making me cry out from the pleasure. The vibrations, combined with the butt plug and his hand still spanking me is almost too much to handle all at once.
“Count, Ainsley,” he barks out. I scramble, trying to remember the last number we left off on.
“Six!”
His hand lands against me repeatedly, not letting me get a break as I scream out the numbers. By the time we hit twelve, I’m screaming out the number as an orgasm rips through my body, making me see stars across my closed eyelids.
My body collapses into the bed, trying to relax despite the ache in my backside and the intense vibrations that haven’t stopped.
“You’re not done,” Cain tells me. “Flip over.”
My legs are shaking as I follow his instructions, lying on my back with my ass hanging over the bed. The second I’m settled, Cain gets down to his knees and pulls my legs onto his shoulders. The vibration leaves my clit as he twirls the toy around and positions it backwards, allowing it to hit the plug and send vibrations up the other end. It’s such an unexpected sensation that I jerk away, but he holds me in place, not letting me escape this.
“Do that again,” he commands me. I don’t have time to process his words before he shoves his face between my legs and licks a trail up my slit, from the vibrator to my clit. “Count, Ainsley.”
“Count what?” I cry out as my hands find his hair and hold his face against me, seeking the attention of his tongue again.
“I don’t care, just count. Count until you come.”
His tongue attacks my clit savagely, occasionally joined by his teeth to give me a sharp nip as I rattle off numbers. I couldn’t even say for sure if I’m counting correctly; the sensations in my lower half are too much to allow me to concentrate on something as mundane as counting.
When my legs start to shake on his shoulders, he thrusts the vibrator in and out of me, making sure the other end stays connected to the plug so I can’t escape that feeling. At some point, I stopped counting, but he didn’t stop to tell me to keep going.
He doesn’t stop until I’m exploding around the vibrator again, and even then, he rides out the orgasm with me. I cry out his name as he moans against me.
Finally, just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pulls away from me and grabs the remote to turn it off.
“Such a good girl when you listen to me,” Cain compliments me. This time, he lets me collapse into the bed as he pulls the vibrator out of me and throws it on the bed. When he stands up, I can see his cock straining against his jeans, but he doesn’t move to pull it out.
“Put your pants back on, little one. It’s time for your reward.”
He looks me over hungrily, as if he regrets having to say those words to me. I bet he wants to stay in this bed with me all day, just as much as I want him to.
“But the plug -”
“Stays in,” he interrupts me.
He helps me stand up, making sure I’m steady on my feet as I carefully bend over and pull my pants up. As the fabric rubs against my ass, the sting from his spanking becomes the only thing I can think about, and I know it shows on my face. He gives me a satisfied grin as he takes my hand and leads me out of the bedroom.