Chapter 23
Ainsley
I can feel the plug with every step I take, especially as Cain leads me down the steps and into the basement. He doesn’t tell me where we’re going or what the surprise is, but I can’t imagine he’s leading me down here for a surprise workout.
I’ve seen every room in this house. Well, almost every room. The basement consists of a home gym, a large game room with a pool table right in the middle, and a room he pointed out but didn’t take me into.
The closed off room is the one he leads me to now. So many options for what’s lying behind that door run through my mind, from a sex room housing the toys he can’t fit in his nightstand to my own personal spa. Those would both count as rewards, right?
But, as he opens the door, I realize none of my ideas were right. Every tool ever made hangs on the wall where he can easily reach up and grab them. Hammers, pliers, shears. Tools you would use to work around the house or work in a garden. As my eyes continue scanning the room, the tools turn from ones you’d find in a handyman’s toolbox to ones I wouldn’t be surprised if Cain carried around while he’s in public.
Different guns, ranging from small enough to carry in a purse to so large I don’t know if I can pick them up fill an entire wall. Next to them, I find knives of varying sizes, axes, bows and arrows, and multiple kinds of explosives.
In the middle of the room, surrounded by all these weapons, sits an empty, metal table that looks like it came straight out of an operating room. Sitting in front of it, tied to an equally uncomfortable looking metal chair, sits the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl who looks too much like me. She’s staring daggers at me, and if there wasn’t a gag wrapped around her head preventing her from speaking, she would probably sling insults like her life depends on it.
“You said you wanted revenge,” Cain states as he watches me look around the room that I’m pretty sure is a torture chamber. “Here’s your chance.”
When I said that to him, I was angry, and I meant what I said. I never expected to actually have this opportunity. I don’t have it in me to torture someone, or even get the revenge I’m so desperately craving.
“Cain, I can’t do that,” I tell him. Christina looks at me smugly, thinking that if I don’t want to be the one to torture her, she’ll be set free. Clearly she doesn’t know Cain that well, which makes me feel stupid for ever believing her lies.
“You can, baby, and I’ll help you,” Cain promises. “We’ll start off easy.”
He struts into the room while I stand in the doorway, debating if I want to bolt out of here before it’s too late. As I watch, Cain unties the gag and pulls it away from her face, allowing her to freely move her jaw. She opens and closes her mouth, testing out just how free she is to move it now.
“Hi, Cainy,” she greets him with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. My palms itch to connect with her flesh. “Listen, I know you have some crazy kinks, but isn’t this a bit much? I mean, honestly. You’ve broken the poor girl enough; she doesn’t need to see this, too.”
Her words and the insinuation behind them make me see red. I want her to suffer through the same pain she put me through today, even if I can’t be the one to inflict it.
An idea pops into my head, but I don’t know if I can actually go through with it. When Cain turns around to check if I’m okay, knowing her words would have affected me, he finds me staring at his back and chewing on my bottom lip.
“I know that look,” he tells me, ignoring everything Christina said to him. It’s satisfying to me that he’s not giving her the reaction she wants, but at the same time, I want to see him explode on her for the trouble she’s caused. “What are you thinking, little one?”
My eyes clash with his as I debate whether or not I should tell him. Instead of answering him, I decide to act it out until it’s too much for me. It doesn’t take me long to close the distance between us, but when I do, I stand up on my toes and gently caress Cain’s head as I tilt it to the side.
“Such a beautiful tattoo,” I admire, tracing my finger across the outline of my teeth. “See, while he was supposedly texting you to tell you he misses you, he was actually getting this tattoo. It’s my bite mark, if you couldn’t guess that.”
She scoffs, either not believing me or not wanting to hear it. Maybe a little of both. I don’t just want to see her blowing me off, though. I want to see her angry. Red in the face, realizing she’s lost this battle, angry. I need more than words to get that kind of reaction out of her.
Letting go of Cain’s head and dropping from my toes, I let my arms snake around his waist. My hands slip up his shirt, tracing over the letters of my name before feeling the dips of his abs.
Christina’s eyes trace every movement of my hands under his shirt, caught up in her own jealousy. The look in her eyes encourages me to keep going.
“No man should have a body this perfect. It’s criminal, really. Luckily, it’s all mine. Isn’t it, Cainy ?”
“It’s all yours, baby,” he agrees with me, not daring to move a muscle. He wants to see just how far I’m going to take this. As my hands slip lower, teasing the edge of his jeans, he releases a groan. It’s the most satisfying sound I’ve ever heard, especially knowing she’s listening to it. It’s me making him feel this, not her.
“That’s cute,” Christina sneers at me, trying to hide her feelings. “What you probably don’t know is that this is a game of ours. Cain likes to watch other men fawn all over me. Sometimes, he even likes to watch them touch me. It makes him feel powerful knowing that no matter what, I’m his. We’ve never really played the game in reverse, but if he wants to change the rules, who am I to say no?”
If there was any part of me that still doubted how devoted Cain is to me and only me, her words would prove him right. He’s too possessive to allow another man to touch what’s his. There’s no way he would stand by and watch it happen. Even when he was hiding in my bedroom, watching me attempt to sleep with the guy from the bar, he didn’t let it go very far before he taught me a lesson. He certainly didn’t enjoy watching another man fawn all over me, either.
My hand slips into his jeans, feeling his rock hard cock straining against the zipper. It jumps as my fingers graze it, welcoming my touch.
“Ainsley,” he growls in a warning tone. I know exactly what that tone means, but it only makes me smile as I grip his cock and pump my hand up and back down, teasing him with my touch.
“I have to admit, I’m a little jealous. The weight of his cock in my hand is something I could never get used to. I won’t even talk about how it feels to have him inside of me,” Christina tells me. Cain and I both try to ignore her, but her words are still getting to me. I hate the reminder of her sleeping with him, even if it is in the past.
“Cain?” I call out.
“Yes, baby?”
“Are you mine?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Prove it.”
He looks over his shoulder, a question forming in his eyes. “Tell me what to do, little one, and I’ll do it.”
I step in front of him, putting my body between his and Christina’s, blocking her view of him. He watches as I lower my pants and kick them to the side, giving Christina a view of the plug he put inside of me as I bend over to pull them over my feet. A wicked smile stretches across his face as he realizes exactly what I’m asking him to do.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right? If you want me to take you to the bedroom so we can have some privacy?”
“I want her to watch,” I tell him. “She needs to see who you belong to.”
That’s all he has to hear to assure himself that this is what I want. He grabs me behind my thighs and hoists me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. As he walks me to the metal table in the middle of the room, his foot catches on the leg of Christina’s chair and drags her around. Her chair is now facing us, forcing her to watch as Cain claims me as his.
As he sits me on the table, the coolness of the table seeps into my skin, sending shivers along my spine. Cain gazes into my eyes, watching for any sign that I’m changing my mind, but he won’t find it.
Not wanting him to find a reason to stop this, my hands grapple with the button on his pants, trying to undo it. Cain swats my hands away so he can undo it with a single flick of his fingers.
“Normally, I use this table to torture those that have wronged me,” Cain states as he pulls his zipper down and finally relieves the pressure on his cock. “Actually, I had someone on this table just the other day. One of Guerra’s men. Let’s just say you’re about to have a much better experience than he did.”
He pulls down his pants, allowing his cock to spring free. Next to us, I hear Christina take in a sharp inhale at the sight. I eye her as I take Cain in my hand and give him slow, torturous pumps. “Like what you see? He knows how to use it, too.”
“Like I don’t know that,” she spits back at me. “Trust me, I know how he feels when he’s inside of me.”
My eyes turn from her back to Cain, only to find him looking at me with uncertainty. I give him a small smile, letting him know that while her words are affecting me more than I’d like, I still trust him not to hurt me.
“I’m never going to look at this table the same again,” Cain muses as his gaze dips down. “Not with the way you’re dripping all over it.”
He pulls my hand away from him and inches closer to me, positioning his cock to sit right at my entrance. My hips grind into him, trying to get him to push inside of me, but his gaze isn’t on me. I watch as his hand reaches out and slaps Christina across the face, forcing her eyes to spring open.
“You will watch this,” Cain commands. With her eyes now open and trained on us, he pushes forward, seating himself inside of me with a single thrust. “Fuck.”
At the same time he breathes the word, a moan escapes my throat as my head falls back in pleasure.
“You will watch while I claim her.” Thrust. “My girl.” Thrust. “My future wife.” Thrust . “The only woman I want.”
“He’s talking about me, if you couldn’t guess that,” Christina announces. This time, it’s me that reaches to the side and slaps her so hard that her head jerks to the side and the sound reverberates off the walls.
Cain fucks me like we haven’t touched each other in months. He’s not gentle about it, nor does he hold back. He gives us both the passionate sex we needed to finally make up.
With her watching, Cain and I reunite as both of our hearts bleed into each other. This is where we belong. Together, in each other’s arms, where no one can come between us. Not even the woman still trying to claim I’m here because Cain wants revenge.
Cain fucks me brutally, and all I can do is hold on tight until an explosive orgasm rips through me. He doesn’t try to make it last as he joins me with his own orgasm, filling me with his cum as he pumps into me a few more times. This wasn’t about making me come until my legs were shaking, or lasting so long that we both needed a bath and a nap afterwards. This was to prove a point. To show Christina that she’ll never have him.
He cups my face in his hands as we both come down from our highs and places a gentle kiss against my lips. “You’re mine,” he growls as he pulls away.
“I’m yours,” I agree.
“Marry me.”
I can’t help the laugh that erupts from me, causing Cain to growl in response. It’s not exactly the best way to respond to a man’s proposal.
“Please tell me this isn’t really how you planned to propose today.”
“I didn’t plan for this at all,” he answers, looking offended still. “My plan was to come down here and torture some answers out of her before killing her. I was even hoping I’d get to see you join in. But, make no mistake, little one. I will ask you every chance I get, no matter what’s going on, until you say yes to me.”
“Yes,” I answer almost immediately.
“Yes?” he questions. “Yes, yes?”
“Not yes, yes,” I answer. “Yes, to you asking me. I want you to ask me every single time it crosses your mind. Ask me in random moments when we’re just sitting on the couch, or ask me when we’re having one of our deep conversations in the bath. Keep the surprise you had planned and ask me then, too. Please, just never stop asking.”
His lips capture mine in a more passionate kiss, his promise to me that he won’t give up, and my answer that one day, I’ll give in. The woman awaiting what’s sure to be a gruesome death is forgotten until she groans. Cain reluctantly pulls away and helps me down from the table. As he pulls his pants back up, it’s my cue that I should probably put mine back on, too. He doesn’t wait for me to get dressed as he starts his interrogation.