Page 62 of Alive and Kicking
I clench around his fingers just from the praise, and he smirks at me as his thumb brushes against my clit. A heady gasp falls from my lips, and he looks at me from under his lashes. “You’re going to fuck yourself on my fingers until you come all over my lap. I want to be soaked by the time you’re finished. Do you understand, princess?”
My pussy flutters around his fingers again at the order. “Yes sir.” My voice is so breathy I barely recognize it.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I roll my hips and groan. As I start to move, he curls his fingers inside of me, and I might be the one moving but he’s still controlling every ounce of my pleasure. His thumb starts to circle my clit as I bounce up and down on his fingers, my head falling back and a moan leaving meas my orgasm nears. A sharp sting startles me, and I look down to see that he’s bitten my nipple through my shirt again. “Keep your eyes on me. I want your eyes while you come,” he orders.
I keep my eyes glued to his as I roll my hips over his fingers. He circles my clit in sync with my movements and tingles spread across my lower back as I balance on the edge. When he curls his fingers and puts more pressure on my clit, I shatter. I make sure to keep my eyes open as I fall apart. I can’t even register what I’m seeing, just the bright blue of his eyes as I come. Liquid rushes out of me and I blush. It always feels so embarrassing when I make such a mess.
But Cain groans. “It’s so fucking hot when you do that. Keep going.”
I whimper as I keep fucking myself on his fingers through the clenching of my orgasm. I want more. I want him inside me. I want him to stop holding back and just take me. I’m so tired of the hot and cold. I just want it all.
“Please sir,” I gasp.
“What do you want, princess? Do you need another finger?” he asks as he pushes another finger inside me.
I shake my head. “Please fuck me. I want your cock. Please, sir. Please,” I beg him.
I never thought I would ever beg a man to have sex with me. I have no shame though, because I want this so badly I can’t even bring myself to feel embarrassed. Cain freezes. “Viv…”
He’s going to reject me and that devastates me. A tear comes to my eye before slowly rolling down my cheek and I look away, hoping he won’t see. I’m not the kind of girl who cries over things like this. His hand leaves the back of my neck to grab my chin. And his eyes soften when he sees my expression.
His fingers leave me and I whimper. No… I don’t want to stop. I’m about to beg him to just let me have his fingers back if he doesn’t want to have sex with me. But before I can even getany words out, he manages to pull his waistband down to free his cock between us.
He enters me in one quick thrust, making me cry out. I may be on top, but there’s no question about who’s in charge as he grips my hips. He holds me in place as he thrusts up into me, and I moan as he slams into me over and over again.
He’s barely been inside of me for a full minute and I’m already close to another orgasm. He pulls out before I can fall over the edge though, and stands with me still in his arms. My legs are shaky as he sets me down, positioning me on the chair.
He spreads my legs so that both my knees are planted on the edges of the chair and my chest is braced against the back. I feel exposed but ready as he grips my hips once more and slams into me. He’s not gentle as he fucks me from behind. One hand knots in my hair and he pulls my head back while his other hand leaves my hip before cracking across my ass cheek. “That’s for rushing me into taking this step.”
My pussy clenches around him at the mix of pain and pleasure as he continues to fuck me with a savageness I’ve never experienced from the usually level-headed man. His hand lands against my other cheek with a smack. “That’s for making me never want to leave this perfect pussy.”
I cry out as I clench around him from the sting of pain. He releases my hair and wraps his arm around my chest to pull my back flush with his chest. His other hand trails down my stomach to cup my pussy, his fingers parting to allow room for his cock to continue thrusting in and out of me. “Who does this pussy belong to?” he demands.
I pause, not sure what he wants me to say. I can’t say just him because that’s not true. I belong to Zane, Sloane, and Nox just as much as I belong to him. All of them are mine, and I’m theirs.
“Who?” he demands, his hand sliding up from around my chest to wrap around my neck. His hold is firm but not tightenough to cut off my oxygen. I lean further into him as he repeats, “Who does this perfect pussy belong to?”
I say the only thing I can. There’s only one way I can think to answer him while following his rules about not speaking about other men. It’s the only true response to his question anyway, and I manage to gasp it out as his grip tightens around my throat. “Shadow.”
His groan sends a shiver through my whole body. “Such a good fucking girl.”
The hand cupping my pussy moves so he can circle his fingers around my clit. “Are you going to come on my cock?” he asks.
My pleasure rises at his words. “Yes,” I moan.
“You belong to us, princess.” His nose bumps my cheek as he leans his head down to talk directly into my ear. “And if anyone ever dares to touch you, we’ll kill them without a second thought. All of you belongs to us.”
The possessiveness in his words has me shattering around him my entire body trembles as I reply on him to keep me upright. Somehow, I manage to reply to him as I’m coming down from my orgasm, “You are all mine just as much as I am yours. I can promise that it goes both ways. If someone touches any of you they’ll be begging for death long before they get it.”
He moans as he slams into me once more, his hips stilling before he rocks deeper into me. His body trembles as he holds me tighter to him, and when his muscles finally relax he takes a moment to breathe. I feel something trickle down my thighs and look down. Cain seems to come to the same realization as I have because he pulls out of me. “Shit. I’m so fucking sorry,” he says, turning me around to look at my face with wide eyes, his mouth set in a firm line. “I forgot about protection. I’m such a fucking idiot. I’ll go get you a plan B if you want it. God, I’m so sorry, Viv.”
I place my hand on his chest. “It’s okay. I forgot too. It’s fine though, I got birth control a while ago. I was just waiting to bring it up with everyone. I didn’t know how to ask you all to get tested before… Well, before this happened.” I gesture at the semen dripping out of my vagina.
He sighs reaching out to cup the side of my face. The warmth of his palm is grounding after such an intense moment. “Oh princess,” he says softly. “We already got tested. Zane actually kind of insisted on it. Made us all appointments and told us he would cut our testicles off if we didn’t go. Not that we really needed the threat. But you know how Zane can be.”
I smile at that. “He does like his threats.”
“Anyway, we’re all clean. I’ve never… This is the first time… I always remember, I just wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, I honestly don’t have any excuse.” Cain looks down at his feet.
