Chapter 5
Ainsley
W hen I’ve taken enough time to mentally prepare myself for tonight, I go back into the bedroom to find the monster sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. My eyes again travel to the scar above his waistband, but when I realize it looks like I’m staring at the bulge in his boxers, I snap my eyes back up.
“Are you ready for bed?” he asks, sounding more nonchalant than I feel. I can’t force words out, so I just nod as I walk toward him. He stands up, letting me crawl onto the bed instead of walking around it, and then pulls the blankets over me as he climbs in next to me.
“I don’t like you adding more scars to yourself,” I admit. “You have plenty already; you don’t need to keep hurting yourself.”
The monster pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear and rests his hand on my cheek, gently stroking my skin with his thumb. A sweet gesture that I should stop, but I can’t bring myself to pull away. “The physical pain of carving your name into my skin was a walk in the park compared to the pain of watching you walk away from me and live your life without me.”
It shouldn’t be that way. He should be able to accept that I made the decision that was best for me and let me go. But when I look into his eyes, I can see the pain reflected there, and it breaks my heart. Why can’t he just let me go?
“Can I see it?” I need to see it, trace the jagged lines and take responsibility for the pain I caused him. Maybe, if I help him get over this pain, he’ll finally be able to let me go.
He looks into my eyes, making sure I actually mean what I say before he rolls onto his back and pulls the blanket down, revealing the scar to me. It looks horrible, uglier up close than it was from a distance. I can see the lines where he dug the knife deeper than the rest, and the ones still trying to heal. But, there it is, my name permanently etched into his skin.
“I hate that you did this,” I murmur as my finger gently traces the lines, an apology for hurting him without saying the words.
“I don’t,” he answers. “It helped me. When my anguish was too much, I turned it into physical pain. And the physical pain was a reminder, not only of what happened to you, but of what could have been if you had stayed. It made me feel like you were still with me.”
His muscles jump under my touch, twitching from how good it must feel to have my skin against his. I should stop. It’s not fair of me to tease him like this, especially when I notice his cock twitching under the sheets. It grows until it’s sticking straight out from his body, begging me to touch it.
When I look at the monster, his eyes are shut and his jaw is clenched as he tries to keep himself under control. Me? I’m remembering how good it was for us last time we were in this bed together, and trying to remind myself why I left.
Unconsciously, my hand drifts lower until I’m tracing along the waistband of his boxers while I watch his reaction.
He growls through his clenched teeth, dangerously close to losing control. I know that look on his face all too well. No matter how much I tried to forget it, it was always in the back of my mind, threatening to make me want him all over again.
“Ainsley,” he pants, reaching his hand to grab himself through the blanket. My eyes are glued to the movement as he gives himself a long, slow stroke from base to tip. Even with the blanket blocking my view, it still puts butterflies in my stomach. “I’m dangerously close to losing control, and if you don’t stop, I won’t be able to keep myself from reminding you why we’re so good together.”
It’s been a long time for both of us. Well, I know he was the last guy I was with, and I’m assuming he wasn’t with another woman with my name carved into him like a neon sign screaming that he’s taken.
The thought of another woman seeing that on him brings me satisfaction at the same time anger courses through me at the thought of him being with someone else.
I’ve been tracing along his waistband this whole time, and with another growl, he reaches under the blanket and pulls his boxers off, leaving him bare right next to me. He leaves his hand underneath, slowly stroking himself without fabric in the way.
If I was wearing panties, they would be completely soaked by now. As it is, I know there’s a giant wet spot on my shorts, and it’s getting harder to control myself. Why should I? It’s not like I haven’t slept with him before, and I’ve heard that break up sex can be pretty great. Maybe that’s exactly what we need.
I climb on top of him, straddling his hips as his hardness presses into my center. He stills the movement of his hand, waiting to see what I’ll do. If he thinks I’m going to make it this easy for him, he’s got another thing coming.
Through my time with the monster, I learned a lot about myself. I definitely have a thing for masks now, and besides the nights we slept together, the night he chased me through the house was the hottest one we had.
I lean down, pushing my chest against his as my lips find his ears. “Catch me,” I whisper.
Before he can process what I’ve said through his fogged brain, I’m off of him and sprinting across the room as fast as I can. It doesn’t take him long to catch up once he realizes what’s happening, and as I stop to pull the door open, a hand wraps around my throat and pulls me back.
“Did you think you could escape me that easily, little one?”
Before my back slams into his chest, he twirls me around and pushes me against the door.
The monster is a sight to behold when he’s naked. His entire body is made of chiseled muscles, his tattoos add allure, and now, he has my name on him. Even though I left him, I can’t deny that he’s the type of man I could drool over.
Though, I don’t really have time to do that as his grip around my neck tightens, pulling the air out of my lungs. With his free hand, he reaches into my shorts and moans when he finds there’s nothing blocking his access to me.
“No panties? Good fucking girl,” he praises me as his finger slides along my slit, collecting my wetness.
Irritated that there’s anything between him and me, he pulls his hand out and yanks my shorts down. I’m still wearing more than I was last night, but somehow, this feels more vulnerable. Maybe it’s because I know this is going to go a lot further, or maybe it’s because this time he’s naked, too.
“Kick those to the side and take your shirt off,” he commands as he releases my throat, staying right in front of me so I can’t escape him. Not that I want to. My entire body is quivering from anticipation, knowing just how good this is about to be.
I listen, stripping off the last of my clothes and pushing them away from us.
“Last night wasn’t enough. I need to taste you,” he whispers as he leans into me and nibbles my ear, causing me to arch my back into him. The second my skin makes contact with his, I moan from the explosion of electricity. I don’t remember it being this good.
The monster gets down on his knees in front of me and gently lifts one of my legs and rests it over his shoulder, giving him enough access to me. When he’s close enough, he runs his nose up my slit, smelling my arousal as he goes. It sounds like it should be weird, but it turns me on even more knowing he likes how I smell.
Without warning, his tongue darts out, licking along the same trail his nose just took. My head falls back into the door behind me as he finds the one spot I desperately need to feel him, and slowly circles around it.
I was so wound up before he touched me; I know it won’t take much effort for him to make me come, but I want to enjoy this for as long as possible.
“Yes,” I cry as my fingers find his hair, wrapping around the long strands and pulling. The wet heat of his tongue continues its assault as I enjoy the silky feel of his hair falling through my fingers, and when he reaches a hand up to squeeze my nipple, I lose it.
My mouth opens on a silent scream as I feel myself getting closer, climbing the last hill before I jump off the mountain. When my orgasm crashes over me, it’s like the first time I’ve ever experienced an orgasm as my screams become uncontrollable and my eyes roll back in my head.
The monster doesn’t stop, lapping up every drop of my orgasm as he pushes his tongue inside of me, riding out my orgasm as my body tries to pull him in even deeper.
“Such a good fucking girl,” the monster praises me as he stands up. His cock pushes against my stomach as he rises to his full height, towering over me. He grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Open.”
I do as I’m told, opening my mouth as he leans down to it. Just when I think he’s going to shove his tongue inside, he spits, his saliva mixed with my orgasm landing on my tongue.
“Swallow. Taste how sweet you are.”
The saltiness of my arousal slips down my tongue as I obey, swallowing as his finger runs down the length of my throat.
“As much as I would like to make you come over and over again until you can’t stay awake anymore, I can’t wait any longer,” he admits, looking into my eyes and showing me just how hard he’s working to hold himself together. “Put your hands on my shoulders, baby.”
When my hands grip him, he puts both of his hands behind my thighs and lifts me so I’m straddling him. His cock presses into me, finding my entrance like there’s nowhere else for it to go.
“When you come around my cock, I want you to scream my name,” he tells me. That’s the only warning I get before he pushes into me, burying himself with a single thrust. The monster shudders as he pauses, enjoying the feeling of just resting inside of me.
“Feel that, Ainsley? We fit together perfectly because we belong to each other. You’re mine, as much as I’m yours.”
I should tell him I belong to no one but myself, but that can wait for another time. Right now, this is about helping him heal so we can both move on with our lives.
“Hold on tight, baby. I’m taking us to the bed,” he warns me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his so he can wrap his arms around me and carry me. With each step he takes, I can feel him making small movements inside of me, driving me crazy.
He drops me onto the bed and follows me, making sure not to fall out of me as we move together. When we’re settled, he gives me a wicked smirk before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back inside of me. My back arches off the mattress as he moans, a low sound that makes my toes curl.
“You understand I have to punish you for running from me, don’t you?” Whether he’s talking about just now when I wanted him to chase me, or three months ago when I escaped, I accept that he has to teach me a lesson.
I nod, telling him I understand as I wait for him to tell me what he’s going to do.
“Just remember that you trust me, and allow yourself to relax,” he instructs me, making me nervous about what he intends to do. “Flip over.”
He pulls out of me, giving me freedom to flip over so I’m now on my hands and knees with my ass sticking up in the air.
“I could look at you all day in this position,” he tells me.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I retort.
“You know what? That’s a great idea.” He walks away from me, leaving me in this exposed position as he pulls his phone off the nightstand. “See, I have cameras in my bedroom, too. And with just a click of a button -” he pauses, most likely clicking the button he’s talking about. “I can have them record everything we’re doing so I can watch it over, and over, and over again.”
He throws his phone on the bed in front of me with the camera feed still pulled up. I can see from every angle imaginable as he walks behind me and lines himself up. When he thrusts back inside of me, my pussy welcomes him back as I cry out from the sudden intrusion.
He reaches around, dipping his fingers into my wetness as he slowly rocks in and out of me.
“Remember to trust me, and listen to what I tell you,” he instructs. He pulls his finger away and I watch as he stands up straight and pushes that finger between us. “Play with yourself, little one.”
I do as I’m told, reaching a hand between my legs and strumming my clit as his finger circles my back entrance, making me tense up. “Relax, Ainsley. I’m not going to hurt you.”
As soon as my body relaxes, he slowly pushes his finger inside of me. The foreign feeling makes me want to jump away, but I focus on making myself feel better as I watch what he’s doing to me through the camera.
“You’re doing so good,” he praises. He thrusts his finger, matching the pace of his cock until it feels so good, I find myself backing into it. “By the end of this week, I’m going to claim every single hole, and you’ll never question that you belong to me again.”
Just as I feel another orgasm cresting, he pushes another finger into me, stretching me until I feel impossibly full. It distracts me enough that my orgasm recedes, but not completely. I strum against myself quicker, wanting to bring it back to forget what he’s doing behind me.
The monster’s thrusts become more erratic as I feel him twitching inside of me, doing his best to hold back his own orgasm. I watch through the cameras as he throws his head back and struggles to keep up the same rhythm with his fingers and hips.
“Come on, baby, I need to feel you,” he moans as I watch the pleasure on his face. “Cry out my name while you come on my cock. Tell me how good it feels to have my fingers inside your ass.”
Whether it’s the combination of everything happening to me or the dirty words he’s saying to me, I tip over the edge as my pussy contracts around his cock, pulling him impossibly deeper.
“Ca -” I start to cry, but cut myself off as my eyes pop back open. He’s the monster. I haven’t said his name in months, and I’m not about to say it now.
“Don’t stop, baby. Cain. My name is Cain. Cry it out to the world. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”
“You are,” I answer, still not wanting to say his name. His fingers still inside of me as he pushes himself one more time, grunting as he spills himself inside of me. Warmth floods through me as I feel him jerking inside of me, releasing every drop of his own orgasm.
“Say my name, Ainsley,” he begs as he holds me against him, not wanting to let me go yet.
“I can’t,” I admit. Even in my head, he has to stay the monster. It’s the only way I’ll be able to keep myself from falling for him again. Even now, as we’re together in the most intimate way possible, I’m struggling to remember why I left him. It wasn’t his fault, was it?
No, but it was because of him that anything happened at all. It was because he stole me away and introduced me to his world that I was pushed into that house with Carlos and beaten daily.
“You will,” the monster announces as he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty. “You’ll say my name, remember that you love me, and you’ll wear my ring. If I have to fuck you until you remember what we have together, then I will.”
His fingers run up my thigh, rubbing his seed into my skin as it drips out of me. The camera is still pulled up in front of me, and I can’t stop myself from watching the gentle way he handles me.
“You look so good with my cum falling out of you, little one,” the monster praises. “So fucking good.”
As he continues rubbing my thighs, I collapse onto the bed and close my eyes, letting him lull me to sleep with his movements.