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Taking a step back towards him, I hold his gaze and bite my lower lip. I’m sure he meant it as a threat, but it also seems like an invitation. I glance back down at the painting, close my eyes for a beat, and think about how special I felt in that moment. When I look back at Cain, his nostrils are flared, and his chest rises and falls at an increased rhythm.

“I can’t help but wonder what that would be like.” Lifting his hand, he presses his thumb to my lips.

“Don’t tempt me, Violet,” his words come with an edge that I want him to unleash. I have no clue where this confidence comes from, but I take the opportunity and part my lips, taking his thumb into my mouth and licking around it. I really love his new tattoo… Cain’s nostrils flare, his inhales and exhales choppy, and a low growl emanates from deep within his throat. I slide my lips back, placing a light, chaste kiss on the tip of his thumb to tease.

“But you’re tempting me,” I speak in a whisper. He reaches around and fists his hand in my hair, heaving me forward so I crash against his chest.

“You are well and truly fucked, Kitten.” My stomach flutters, and my limbs come alive with the promise of whatever is to come. Is it normal for me to get this excited when he’s roughing and manhandling me?

Cain drags me along corridors and out of the manor’s grounds. We reach the trees, beyond where anyone could see or hear us, and he releases me so that I’m facing the forest.

“Choose a safe word,” his rich voice is lower, dripping with what I imagine is lust.

“A safe word?” I glance over my shoulder and nods.

“Choose a word that is easy for you to remember and to say. If you want me to stop at any point, say that word, and I will stop. If you can’t speak, double tap me or whatever you can touch. A tree, the ground. I’ll pay attention.” My hands and feet turn cold from the adrenaline already coursing through me.

“Frost.”

“Frost,” he emphasizes the word slowly, like he’s giving it a taste. “Now run.”

On his command, it’s like a new life force shoots through me. Fresh air whooshes into my lungs, and I take off like a horse bursting out of the gate. I take off into the dark forest, eager to find what’s awaiting.

Dirt and pinecones crunch beneath my feet, along with the occasional snap of a twig. Ferns and shrubbery whoosh around me as I make my way through the pine tree stand. My lungs are on fire from the sudden burst, and my legs struggle to keep up with my thundering heart. The trees grow thicker, scratching and tugging at my dress until I stop. The half moonlight shines through the canopy, illuminating a path that looks less crowded with plant life, and I take off again. My heart jumps when I hear footsteps rushing behind me, then to my side, and back again. I stumble as my legs struggle to keep up while I try to quicken my pace. He’s chasing me. This is a chase, and he’s on my tail.

My dress gets caught on a branch and I squeal as I’m brought to a sudden halt. I tug and tug until it tears free, leaving a small patch of cotton behind, and turn and run in a new direction. His steps rush from my right, so I make a beeline to my left. I haven’t been out here at night, but I think if I keep going this way, it will lead to the trailhead for the mountains.

But it’s too late, my head burns as Cain grabs ahold of me, jerking me to stop. He lowers his lips to the shell of my ear and growls.

“Caught you.” He drags me back a few feet by my hair and tosses me down on the ground in front of him. I start to crawl, but he drops down, pinning me to the ground with his knee on my back and tuts, “It’s time for you to be my good girl. Stay nice and still for me while I pretty you up in the most brutal fashion.” I freeze and swallow thickly. I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s not so much from his words, but more how I feel about them. The truth is…

I want to be his good girl.

So, after a few deep breaths, I lay my head calmly on the ground and hold my arms out to either side.

“That’s it, Kitten.” he removes his knee from my back, and the sound of cutting fabric hits my ears as the night's chill washes over my back. Cain is slicing my dress open at the back; the cool steel brushes my skin, and I shiver. I’m now lying beneath him in nothing more than my fitted boxer shorts.

Cain snaps a thin branch from a nearby tree and fine-tunes it with his knife.

“Don’t forget your word.” Without waiting for a response, he lashes down on my back with the switch, and the spot stings. One strike, two strikes, three. My breathing rises rapidly as I’m cut by the switch. I don’t know what to do... What is happening? Yelps escape me, and sweat beads on my forehead, chest, and back. My hands tremble on the ground beneath them. I think I might be getting lightheaded when his low timbre reaches my ears like a lullaby.

“You’re doing so well, Kitten. What a beautiful canvas, my Good Girl.” The praise ties me back to the moment, to him, to myself. My breaths even out, and while still fast, my heart no longer feels like it will jump through my throat.

I take strike after strike and thrive under Cain’s praise. Then he is down, hovering over me for a beat, the smell of him tying me more to him. He lowers himself, sucking HARD all over my back, pinching, biting, more biting, and more sucking.

“My marks pop so beautifully against your dewy pale skin, Kitten.” With a knee on either side of my ass, he runs his fingers over my back, tracing his marks and touching them to make me flinch. He presses his groin down, and I realize he’s hard. What’s worse is the curling in my core and my rising temperature that tell me I got excited too. “Mmm” he moans, grinding himself against me, “I’m dripping for you, Kitten. If I reach down, would I find you soaking for me, too?” I let out my own erotic noises that I am too high from stimulation right now to be embarrassed by. A whimper escapes me when he leaves my space and stands behind me, pulling me along with him until my back is against his chest.

“C-Cain?” My back stings from the cuts, but the throbbing between my legs aches more, “Why did you stop?” A rich chuckle leaves his lips at the shell of my ear, and the sound goes straight to my heart.

“Disappointed, Kitten?” He reaches around and pinches my nipple between his fingers, and that same pathetic whimper of mine echoes around us. He twists it in this delicious motion before moving to the other side to give it the same attention. The throbbing between my legs worsens, and I think I might come. I never knew nipple play could feel like this. “You’ve been a very Good Girl tonight, but it’s not time for your reward. Now, turn around, and knees to the ground, because it’s time you learned how to use this.” he emphasizes his last words by grabbing my jaw and pressing his thumb into my mouth. I suck and lick him for a beat before he spins me around by my shoulders and pushing me down.

Cain undoes his belt, button, and zipper agonizingly slow. He bites his lower lip as he holds my gaze, then drops his pants and boxers to just below his ass. He fists his cock, tugging himself in slow jerks while he has me sucking on his thumb.

“Open wide for me, Kitten.” He slips his thumb out and strikes my lips with his weighty shaft. I part my lips, Cain fits a hand in my hair, caresses my nape with the other, and thrusts himself to the back of my throat.

Slapping my hands on his thighs, I dig in with my nails, grabbing his skin and the material of his trousers. Cain jerks his hips in shallow thrusts while keeping a firm hold on my hair and stroking my nape. I can’t breathe; he must know that.

“Take a breath, loosen your jaw, and stick your tongue forward. Let me fuck your throat.” Then he pulls out of me, and air rushes to my starving lungs. I take a few horse breaths before he goes back in. Cain is in complete control of how he fucks my mouth, which I’m grateful for. I love how he takes control of every situation. When I’m with him, I can turn off the busy part of my mind and follow his lead.