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“You,” I recite as I track every movement his hand makes. My mind wants to take me back to the night Carlos did this and left me in his mess, but this is nothing like that. When Cain does it, it’s erotic and makes me want to taste the bead of arousal glistening at his tip. I could watch him like this all day.

“You want to come?” he asks as he watches me watching him. I nod once, never taking my eyes off of him. He drops to his knees and lifts my legs over his shoulders, and I think, This is it.

My head relaxes back into the bed with relief as his tongue licks up the arousal his fingers were playing with only a minute ago. When he finds my clit, he’s not gentle as he sucks and nips at the sensitive spot. He’s ravenous as he eats me like I’m his favorite meal, and he quickly has me climbing back to the edge that he so rudely left me on.

My fingers tangle in his hair as I grind myself into his face, chasing my pleasure. He doesn’t stop as I get closer and closer, and I nearly laugh with relief as I realize he listened to my pleas. Moans fall from my lips, echoing off the walls so everyone in the apartment will hear me.

Cain moans in return, making his tongue vibrate against me. I nearly tumble over the edge right then and there, but with one last nip to my clit, he pulls his face away from me and untangles my fingers from his hair.

Fuck this, I think. With my hands free and him standing in front of me stroking his cock lazily again, I decide not to wait for him to give me pleasure. My fingers find my clit and circle quickly, ready to allow myself to fall over the edge. My body is tense from the promise of two orgasms. He could keep this up all night, but I’m not going to let him. I can do it myself.

He watches me play with myself, and when my fingers dip inside, he strokes himself faster until he’s fucking his hand. I’m dripping all over my own hand as I thrust my finger inside of myself, imagining my finger is his. I hate that he’s so much better at this than I am, but that won’t stop me from getting off.

With my finger now covered in my arousal, I bring it back up to my clit and strum against it, spreading the wetness against myself. My body shutters at the sensation, and Cain looks like he’s about to lose it as he watches me.

“Oh, God,” I moan as my eyes fall shut, no longer needing to watch him. I’m right there. I’m going to -

My hand is pulled away roughly, stopping my orgasm for the third time. A sob escapes my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut in frustration.

“God isn’t here right now. Who is here, little one?” I open my eyes to glare at him, and find him no longer stroking himself.

“A monster,” I spit at him. Only a monster would punish me like this, for something that wasn’t even a big deal.

“Not just a monster, baby. Your monster,” he corrects me.

With that, he breaks eye contact with me and walks to my dresser. He rummages around in the top drawer; the drawer dedicated to my socks, underwear, and bras. Is he about to make me get dressed? Maybe we’re done with the torture now that he’s edged himself, though the thought of being done with no relief makes me angry.

“I brought some toys here, since we’ll be spending most nights here. I figured it would be easier to keep some here than haul them back and forth every night,” he explains as he pulls out what he was looking for.

I’m screwed.

In his hand, he’s holding a bright pink vibrator. A rabbit vibrator, to be exact. We’re not done with the torture, and this round is going to be the hardest of all.

When he’s leaning over me again, he holds the vibrator to my closed lips.

“Make it wet, baby,” he commands me. If he wants to play games with me, I’ll play them right back. My mouth opens like the good girl I am, and I keep eye contact as I take the vibrator as deep into my mouth as I can. I moan around the toy as I swirl my tongue around it, making Cain push his cock into my leg. He’s so hard it must be at least a little painful, but he shows no signs of breaking.

Once he’s satisfied that it’s wet enough, he pulls it out of my mouth. There’s a line of saliva that connects the vibrator back to my lips. Cain studies it, and this time, I see a reaction in his eyes. He wants to give in. But, there’s still some fight there. I haven’t won yet.

He reaches down with the vibrator and shoves it inside of me with one rough thrust. My hips lift to meet it as it fills me, and he lets it rest there. With the dildo inside of me and the little vibrating finger against my clit, Cain and I stare each other down in a challenge.

His eyes say, Are you ready?

Mine say, Do your worst.

But, as he hits the button to start the vibration, I realize it won’t be me winning this round. I can’t take this torture, which is exactly why he chose to use it as my punishment.

I’m back on the edge, much faster than I was the last two times. He thrusts the vibrator like it’s his own cock, and each time it’s seated deep enough inside of me for the little finger to be hitting my clit, my back arches off the bed.

This time, I focus hard on not changing anything. I don’t cry out, I don’t make my body stiffen, and I don’t moan. There’s no way of telling just how close I am to my orgasm, except for the fact that Cain knows my body better than I do.

The vibration stops with the thrusts just before I explode with pleasure, leaving me panting on the bed, completely unsatisfied.

That’s four. How long can this go on?

“Frustrating, isn’t it?” Cain muses from close to my ear. My eyes are shut tight, and I refuse to open them this time. I don’t want to see him. At this point, I would rather face my nightmares. At least then I could get myself off and feel some kind of satisfaction. I can go one night without sleep.

The vibration starts again when I don’t answer him, and this time it’s almost painful. He’s teased me too much, and now I’m too sensitive. I could still come like this, and am still silently begging for that release, but he wouldn’t let me, anyway.

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