Page 61 of Unveiled

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.

Chapter 23

Ainsley

Ican 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.”

---