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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.

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