Page 23 of Alive and Kicking
He nods his head in approval, his fingers reaching out to delicately caress the closest ankle to him. “And what color are you at now?” he asks, softly but somehow still firmly.
If he used that tone of voice when he tried to pry secrets from me, I might actually give in. Viv shifts on the bed. “Green.”
A sharp grin spreads across Cain’s face as he begins to unbutton his shirt. “Wait!” Viv suddenly says.
Cain’s fingers pause at the buttons of his shirt, and Viv looks around the room, her attention holding on each corner before her eyes find the spot the closest camera is in. “In honor of full, informed consent, you should know that Nox has cameras in here. Actually he has cameras in this entire apartment.”
Cain grins. “Nox has cameras in every room of this house.”
Viv’s mouth drops ever so slightly. “Every room?” Cain nods his head. “Even your bedrooms?” Viv asks.
Cain gives her another nod.
Her whole face screws up as she gawks at him. “Then why the hell did Sloane yank me into his room and fuck me on Christmas?”
Cain shrugs. “Obviously he had no intentions of keeping it secret.”
Viv blinks at him, a little puff of air escaping her. “Carry on.”
“Well, he obviously knew that Nox would find out and there was no way he would have kept th…”
Viv glares at him and cuts him off, “I meant continue with the orgasms.”
Cain’s eyes travel back to Viv, raking over her body. He unbuttons the first couple buttons of his shirt and rolls up the sleeves. “Gladly.” He grins
Cain pulls something black and silky from his pocket and steps toward the bed. I watch as he carefully ties the strip of fabric around Viv’s eyes. Her mouth is parted and her breathing has sped up as Cain looks down at her with a surprisingly soft expression on his face. His fingers trail slowly from the knot in the blindfold down the column of Viv’s neck before ghosting over the sharp line of her collar bone.
He pulls away entirely and Viv shifts on the bed, her head swiveling like she’ll be able to find him is she looks hard enough. Cain reaches out to caress her every so often on different parts of her body. Her thigh one second, then her ribs before moving to her calf. When she’s so worked up that her breathing is coming in quick pants, he pulls something out of his pocket. The flash of silver lets me know that it’s a knife and anxiety spikes through my body, only to leave as he quietly uses the knife to slice away the fabric of her bra and panties.
Viv frowns. “You’ll be replacing those.”
Cain grins down at her. “I’ll replace all of them until every single piece of lingerie you own have been hand selected by me.”
Viv’s head tilts to the side, and I just know she’s rolling her eyes at him. “You’re just as psychologically divergent as Zane.”
Without warning, Cain strikes quickly. He swoops down and bites her nipple, and the squeak Viv lets out tells me it either hurt or surprised her. Cain looks up at her with his head still hovering over her chest. “Don’t speak about other men when you and I are together like this.”
Viv nods. “Yes sir.”
Cain bites his bottom lip at that and stands up. I watch on in fascination as he walks over to the glass of ice, plucking out a cube, he goes to the end of the bed where he climbs on between Viv’s spread legs. She pulls against the restraints at the movement of the mattress, and he leans over her to hold the ice cube to her collar bone. Viv jerks at the sensation as Cain slowly starts to trail it down between her breasts.
Viviana
My entire body tingles. It has been hours since Cain carried me up the stairs to my apartment over his shoulder. I’ve been on the edge of an orgasm for so long I’ve lost track of time, but it’s starting to get dark out from what I can see through my window. I thought Cain would use his twenty-four hours to spend the entire time having sex with me as many times as he wanted, but he’s sitting there still wearing all of his clothes.
My back arches and my thighs tremble when he runs the vibrator across my clit again. It’s only there for a moment before he pulls it away once more. I gave up begging for release what felt like an eternity ago. Now I just lay here in a pool of my own arousal and sweat.
Cain switches off the vibrator and tosses it aside. “It’s getting late, and you’ve been such a good girl for me today. So I’ll let you come before we go to bed.”
I try to say… something but all that comes out are unintelligible noises that I hope come across happily. Cain smiles smugly down at me. It must feel nice to reduce someone to such an absolute mess.
I’m so boneless that I don’t even try to move when he unties my ankles from the footboard. When he settles his shouldersbetween my thighs my cheeks warm, knowing he’s getting an up close look to how turned on I am right now. On the bright side, he doesn’t seem to notice as he hitches my legs over his shoulders.
My eyes roll to the back of my head when his tongue rolls over my clit. He’s teasing as he delivers gentle brushes over the ball of nerves, sending shocks shooting through my entire system. It’s embarrassing how close to the edge I already am after his continued torture. When he pulls his mouth away, I grunt in disappointment. A soft chuckle leaves Cain as he takes two fingers, dragging them up between my folds to circle my clit a few more times.
When his fingers lower to find my entrance, slowly pushing inside, my mouth falls open. The walls of my pussy clench around his fingers greedily and he’s not even moving them yet. The moment his tongue makes contact with my clit again, I know he’s finally done teasing. There’s a directness that wasn’t there as he edged me for hours.
My back bows and I groan out loud, but I fight to hold off my release. “Please Sir, can I come now?”
