Page 77 of Unhinged Cain

“It’s important that you don’t move,” he whispered.

I shuddered with anticipation as the blade touched my chest. I closed my eyes and let him create. There was an intoxicating sting to the feel of the blade slipping down my body and over my stomach. The sunshine song played softly in the background, and Cain began to hum along as he drew the blade across my skin. There was a sharp sting but no real pain, and the more he did it, the more my body enjoyed the sensation.

Opening my eyes, I looked down at him kneeling before me, and he was so focused on his task, on his art. He was a true perfectionist. If he’d been a billionaire, maybe he would’ve simply been called ‘exotic with unusual tastes.’ I couldn’t tell what he was creating as his hands glided smoothly over my skin. It didn’t seem to matter what he did, though. He effortlessly kept me on this precipice between sharp pain and pleasure. He made it so strong that the world blurred. They were no longer separate entities to me. They were one and the same.

It could’ve been a minute or an hour when Cain stopped and stepped back from my body. My eyes felt heavy as they fluttered open.

“You are as beautiful as any work of art,” he said as he walked away and came back with a handheld mirror.

Holding it up so I could see his work, I whimpered as my eyes took in the two figures kissing. The image was of the two of us, and the background was filled with intricate lines that made flowers and what looked like raindrops. The image was only accentuated by the trickling of blood that was making its way down my body. Cain laid the mirror down and surprised me as he undid the gag in my mouth. My jaw ached from being forced open for so long, but as he kissed me, the pain faded away.

He dropped to his knees and stared up at me, his eyes shrouded by his lashes, but I could feel the heat of his stare. I watched in fascination as he swirled his tongue around my skin and slowly licked his way to my core, which was already wet and ready for him.

My voice sounded rough as I cried out when his teeth latched onto my sensitive clit. “Oh fuck, Cain,” I said, my head pressing into the wall as my back arched. “Oh fuck, yes.”

Those were the only words that formed as he sucked hard, drawing the sensitive little ball of nerves into his mouth with voracity. Cain already had me standing on the edge looking down, just waiting to be pushed over, and now he’d become the gale-force wind doing just that.

“Ahhhhhh,” I screamed as I came.

The force of my orgasm could’ve rivaled a volcano. My head was light, the room spinning as intense pleasure flooded my system and filled the far reaches of my limbs. Not a single spot wasn’t filled with the tingling response of the climax.

Cain gave the area a final swirl of his tongue before he began to travel up my body, lapping up the droplets of blood as he stood. Another time in my life, that would’ve horrified me and grossed me out, but now seeing him swallowing another part of me down only made me feel more connected to him.

I’d officially lost my mind, my heart running along beside it as they played tag in the darkness because of this man, and all I could think was give me more.

His tongue drew a wet line all the way up my skin, and he held his mouth open, showing me the few speckles of blood a moment before he dropped his mouth to mine. The metallic taste wasn’t as strong as I’d imagined, but there was something so erotic about the taste of my blood mingling with his tongue as it explored my mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Sunshine,” he growled against my lips.

The sound of his zipper lowering was loud in my ears like it had been amplified to let me know he was coming for me.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

“You’re mine and only mine.”

“Yes.”

The guttural sound that Cain made had every muscle in my body quaking. He drew his tongue along my skin once more, and this time he gripped my hair hard and crushed his mouth to mine. The need that had already been burning bright took on a life of its own. Cain released my hair to grab my ass and pulled my legs around his waist as he thrust himself inside me. He swallowed my scream down as thoroughly as he had my blood. Releasing my head, he reached up and gripped my hands, and my nails dug into the back of his hands as he fucked me hard.

Every inch of his cock demanded that I come again. Even without the words, the order was there, and I could feel the rise in my body once more as he thrust into me with no abandon. Teeth gripped my lower lip and drew it into his mouth as Cain made primal groans of pleasure every time he slammed home.

“Cain, fuck me harder,” I screamed as that sweet and blissful peak of carnal need and pain streaked toward me like a head-on train.

The loud panting turned into mewling cries of incoherent words as he pushed me over the ledge. I came so hard that I didn’t even know it was possible to experience this level of ecstasy. The screams continued to fall from my mouth as Cain’s pace quickened like he was rutting me into the wall.

“Fuck, Sunshine, fuck me,” he yelled and squeezed my hands hard as he came.

I could feel every release and jerk his body made, his face twisted into a mask of agony. He slumped against my body, his head falling to my shoulder as we caught out breaths. Laying my lips over the pulse in his neck, I loved the feel of it pounding hard for me. I did this to him. The man that had little to no emotion lost himself with me. There was no greater compliment. There was no greater ‘I love you’ he could ever say.

I was one hundred percent his now. I would do whatever I needed to protect this. To protect what was mine. If anyone else thought they could touch him…then they would find out what kind of monster I could be.

He was still hard inside of me, and my muscles clamped down on his cock as he went to move away. Desperation to keep him close came over me.

“Do it again,” I said, my throat horse.

Lifting his head, Cain looked me in the eyes and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I think it’s time I showed you a little trust.”

Stepping away from me, he dropped my legs to the floor. A moment later, I landed on my knees, and my arms were released with the touch of a button. He ripped his jeans fully off, and they landed on the floor in a heap. Those intense eyes found mine as Cain stepped in close and stared down at me. His cock was right in front of my face, and I was still wet from our multiple orgasms.