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Relief floods my system as I realize I won’t have to spend the night alone. He’s not leaving me, and the nightmares won’t win tonight. In the same breath, anger consumes me. How could he threaten that, knowing how scared it would make me?

“Was that my punishment? To scare me into realizing I don’t want to be apart from you?”

Angry tears fill my eyes as his smirk falls. With two quick steps, he closes the distance between us and grips my chin between his fingers again. I try to blink the tears away before they can fall, but that only causes them to slide down my cheeks while he watches my weakness.

“Don’t cry, little one,” he says, using my nickname for the first time tonight. It instantly melts me and makes me think everything is going to be okay. At least, until he speaks again. “Don’t worry, that wasn’t your punishment. Your punishment will be much worse.”

By the wicked gleam in his eye, I can tell he’s going to enjoy whatever the punishment is going to be. The memory of his last punishment invades my mind, reminding me just how much I enjoyed it, too. The way his hand felt when it landed against my skin. How wet it made me.

“If I stay, you will accept your punishment, understand?” I nod without even thinking it through. Whatever punishment he gives me won’t be worse than enduring a night alone. “Then tell me you want me to stay.”

“Please stay,” I beg him. Arousal is already pooling between my legs in anticipation of having his hands on me, even if he chooses to be rough with me. “Punish me so I can be yours again.”

My words cause a genuine smile to grace his lips. I can’t look away as thoughts of kissing him overpower my mind.

“Such a good girl,” he praises me as he releases my chin and uses his newly freed hand to pet my hair. “Now strip and get on the bed.”

Chapter 28

Ainsley

I’ve never taken my clothes off so quickly.

Cain watches as I strip like my life depends on it, not even trying to be graceful about it. I’m too excited to see what he has in mind, as long as all thoughts of sending videos of this are out of his head.

Once I’m relieved of my clothes, I push past Cain and walk to the bed. He didn’t tell me how to get on the bed, so I decide it’s best to just sit for now.

“Lay back,” he instructs in a bitter tone as soon as he realizes I planned to just sit. I follow his instruction, lying flat on my back as I listen to him moving closer to me.

The touch of his fingers on my thigh makes me jump, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he pushes my legs apart. His eyes practically burn holes into me as he stares at the arousal dripping out of me, begging him to give me some kind of relief.

As a reward, his fingers slide along my slit as he collects my arousal. “Does the thought of me punishing you turn you on, little one?”

“Yes,” I breathe, not even embarrassed about admitting it as he finds my clit and lazily circles it, bringing me more pleasure than I should be feeling for a punishment.

He doesn’t stop his movements as he joins me on the bed and leans over me. “Who’s allowed to touch you, Ainsley?”

His movements turn from lazy to calculated as he hits every spot to send lightning shooting through my body. “You. Only you,” I tell him.

I would never willingly let another man touch me like this, not anymore. Only Cain knows how to bring me pleasure, which he proves as he dips his finger inside of me and strokes my walls to make me cry out for him.

If he’s going to make me come first, how bad is this punishment going to be? The thought of him bringing me pleasure first to make the pain tolerable makes me nervous, but it doesn’t stop me from climbing closer to my climax. I’ve been craving his touch all day, and I finally have it.

As he strokes my walls, his thumb finds my clit and strums against it, making the pleasure almost too much for me.

“Cain,” I cry out as I feel my orgasm cresting, but just before it crashes down on me, he pulls his fingers away from me and slaps my pussy. The slap stings against my sensitive flesh and makes my orgasm subside like it was never even there. “No, no, no!”

My eyes snap open to look into his. Though there’s a mischievous grin on his lips, his eyes only show anger. He didn’t touch me as a reward. This is my punishment. I should have known; he loves edging me to teach me a lesson.

The realization of his plan makes me beg for mercy. “Cain, please don’t do this. I’m sorry, okay? I’ll tell him he can’t touch me anymore. You can spank me, handcuff me, fucking whip me for all I care. But, please, let me come.”

He shows no signs of listening to me as he climbs off the bed and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his hard abs to my eyes. The sight has my mouth watering. I’m desperate to lick my way up his stomach, but the glare he shoots my way keeps me from moving a muscle.

Next, he moves to his pants. He unbuttons them and drops them to the floor, leaving him in only his boxers. They leave little to the imagination. There’s a tent threatening to burst free, but he doesn’t leave it there for long. As soon as he kicks his pants to the side, he pulls his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free.

My eyes eat up the sight of his naked body. He’s glorious like this, and I’m the only one that gets to see him.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he commands as he wraps his hand around his length and gives it a slow pump.

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