Page 79 of Unhinged Cain

“You like ordering me around,” I asked, as I nipped at her bottom lip. How could I still be tempted to take her again?

“Maybe a little,” she said softly as she stared at me from under her thick lashes.

“Hmm,” I said, and she smiled.

I forced myself away before I tried to fuck her again and pushed myself up to stand. She was right. I was edgy, wanting to get everything cleaned up. I walked to where my knives were displayed on the counter, and with quick efficiency, I cleaned my tools and the gag. Putting them away, I turned to lean against the table and stared at my Sunshine.

“I called your mother earlier,” I said, and Kirby’s big eyes slowly lifted to my face. She blinked like she was trying to comprehend what I was saying.

“My mother, why?”

“Well, thanks to my app, she thought it was you.” I shrugged. Grabbing the key to unlock her wrists, I returned to Kirby and knelt down in front of her. Catching her eyes, I said, “I called her to get you more time off before you need to return to the academy. Don’t worry. I’ve received high praise from your teachers for the work I’m handing in on your behalf. They seem to think that I have a unique and in-depth perspective into the mind of a serial killer.” I smirked.

She rubbed her eyes, and I thought she was going to be angry at first until she burst out laughing. She waved her hand at me and covered her mouth like that would stop her hysterical giggling. Tears flowed from her eyes as she continued to laugh, and I had no idea what I said to cause this kind of reaction.

“I’m sorry, I just love how all the FBI and my mother are talking to the murderer they’re chasing and have no fucking clue.” She slumped against the wall, a smile on her face. “Serves them right for being so fucking arrogant.”

My brow lifted as I mulled over what she said. “So, you’re not angry?”

“No, I’m not.”

She crossed her legs, and the blanket opened like a magic veil. I loved seeing her sitting like that. Naked with my artwork on her body and her pussy well used from us having sex. Yes, I wanted more of this, a lot more.

Sighing, I reached out and cupped Kirby’s chin, forcing her to look at me. In response, she nipped playfully at my hand, her teeth gripping my finger gently before she turned it into a kiss.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“Yes, I’m starved,” she replied, and her cheeks pinkened to a deep shade of red. “You made me work up quite an appetite.

“Does your jaw hurt?” I stared at the bruise from where I’d gripped a little too hard.

She shook her head no. “Little stiff, not sore.”

I smiled. “Well, I plan for you to become famished, Sunshine.”

The statement was meant to be matter-of-fact, but Sunshine’s eyes flared, and she moaned as she bit her lip seductively. Yes, there was a lot more I wanted to do to her tonight, but first, we needed to take the next step, so I held up the key. Her eyes widened as she stared at the strangely shaped key I’d made specifically for the custom cuffs.

“Is that what I think it is,” she asked.

“Yes,” I said and slid the key into the lock on her ankle.

It had to be turned three times to the right and then a half-turn back to the left to unlock the cuff. The leather broke apart, and her foot was free. She licked her lips, and as much as I was sure she wouldn’t run, there was always the possibility that she’d try and kill me for her freedom. But it was time to take the risk.

I unlocked her second ankle. Before I freed her wrists, I grabbed the care cream I’d given her, squirted some into my hands, and methodically massaged it into the red mark on each ankle.

“Thanks, that feels a lot better,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Looking up, I realized her eyes were closed, and her head was leaning against the wall. Pleasuring someone before had never felt like this. The person I fucked or worked on may or may not have gotten off, which never mattered. However, with her, it did. My Sunshine had lit a spark in me, and I felt freer than I ever have in my life. New sensations invaded my senses almost daily from having her around. Did that mean I suddenly gave a fuck if I killed the next fifty people who unwittingly walked up my driveway? No.

Unlocking her wrists, I put the key in my pocket and kept an eye on her as I squirted more lotion into my hands to take care of the marks. There were some light cuts at the edges of her skin from her pulling or moving, so as the last of the cream was rubbed in, I lifted her wrist to my lips and laid them across the marks.

Standing, I held out my hand to help her to her feet. “There are clothes upstairs for you to put on. Are you ready?”

She looked down at the foam mat and then at her sketchbook. I knew what that meant. She’d created a new piece of artwork for me. There was something unbelievably satisfying to know that she wanted to paint my likeness as much as I wanted to paint her. She bent and grabbed the pad, her teddy bear, and the picture she’d set up like a small bedroom and clutched the items to her chest.

“Now I’m ready.”

I tapped in the code for the door lock. With a loud click, I let go and pulled the door inward. For the first time, Kirby got to step out into the lower basement. The area was outfitted with everything I might need. She paused and stared at the television screens and the large chair in front of them.