Page 206 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

He picked me up again and carried me into his large master bathroom. In the middle of the room was an extremely large jetted bath tub. He placed me on the edge of the tub and began to unbutton my shirt. He slowly removed the shirt off of my shoulders revealing a white lace bra which left very little to the imagination. I could barely move and the room continued to spin. I knew that Caine was undressing me, and I knew he was seeing me naked, but I didn’t care. I felt safe with Caine, and trusted him to do whatever he wanted. He then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He helped me stand just long enough so he could lower them off me. At the same time, he lowered my white lace thong, exposing me completely. Caine was kneeling at my feet pulling the clothing free when he looked up and his gaze fell on my freshly shaven pussy. He quickly looked away, appearing to try to keep his mind on the task of getting me into the bath. He pulled me into his arms and removed my bra. I was completely nude and leaned into Caine as he turned on the water and poured some bath gel into the tub. He held me close and rubbed my back as the water level rose. He picked me up and slowly lowered me into the bath.

He turned off the water and looked at me. “I’ll be right back.”

As Caine left the bathroom, I tried to close my eyes. The bath was heavenly and I almost felt good, until the room starting spinning again. Caine quickly returned with a glass of water in his hands.

“Here, drink this.” He helped me lift my head and put the glass to my lips.

He grabbed the shampoo and began to wash my hair. His hands softly massaged, sending tingles through my body. I had never felt so good and so taken care of in my life. The bath, the glass of water and the pampering was just what I needed. I started to feel a lot better. The room wasn’t spinning as much and my stomach settled.

“Thank you, Caine. I feel a lot better,” I moaned while he massaged the shampoo into my scalp. “Hmm, that feels really good.”

Caine continued to wash and condition my hair. When he was done, he stepped back and sat down on the counter, glaring down at me. I looked into his eyes and instantly felt guilty.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked in a soft voice.

Caine glared at me and waited a moment to answer. “Yes.”

I felt my heart drop and felt like crying. I had never made Caine mad and hated how angry he looked. I looked down at my hands. “I’m sorry.”

Caine let out a big sigh. “I know.” He hopped off the counter. “Let’s get you out and dried off.”

He helped me out of the tub and wrapped me in a big fluffy towel. I was able to stand on my own now, but Caine kept his arms around me as he sat me down in a chair at the vanity. The vanity was visibly bare, reminding me Sara’s belongings were no longer in the house.

I looked at Caine as he stood behind me toweling off my hair. “I’m sorry about you and Sara.”

Caine reached for a hairbrush and began to brush my hair. “It’s fine. I have to stop making the same mistakes over and over.”

It was quiet between us as Caine brushed and then used the blow dryer to finish drying my hair. I was staring at Caine and finding him more and more attractive and irresistible as each minute passed. I was getting aroused at every little touch. I wanted Caine! I wanted him more than I ever wanted anyone before in my life. Even though he was mad, he was still attentive and tender. I couldn’t believe how much love I was feeling.

Caine turned off the blow dryer and helped me stand. “Let’s get you dressed and into bed.”

I slowly looked into Caine’s eyes. I moved closer until my body was pressed hard against him. I loosened the towel around me and let it fall to my feet. I could feel his arousal hard against my stomach. I licked my lips and slowly moved in to kiss him. I pressed my lips softly on his and slowly slid my tongue past. Even as my tongue was dancing with his, I still couldn’t believe I was kissing Caine. My friend, my honorary brother, and here I was, trying to seduce him!

Caine put his hands behind my head and kissed me harder, with more passion. We kissed each other with a fervor and intensity like no other. I was gasping for breath and Caine was driving his tongue deeper and with more force. I let out a moan and pressed my body even closer when he suddenly stopped.

“Wait! Neely, we can’t. I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re drunk.” He grabbed the towel off the ground and wrapped it around me.

My heart was racing and I felt like I could hardly breathe. “Caine, I’m fine. I want you. Don’t stop.” The alcohol had to be giving me courage, because I had never been so aggressive. I knew I was crossing the line, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him, all of him.

Caine smiled and leaned in to give me a light peck on the lips. “Trust me, I don’t want to stop. But I think we should discuss this tomorrow when you’re sober.” He picked me up into his arms and carried me into my bedroom. He pulled the blankets back on one side of the bed, removed my towel and placed me beside a passed out Coley. He paused for a moment and stared at my naked body before slowly pulling the blankets over me.

He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “Good night, Neely. I really do hope you feel the same tomorrow.” He then walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Chapter Eight

I awoke to the smell of coffee being made. I turned my head to find Coley was starting to wake as well. Coley opened her eyes and grimaced in pain.

“Ugh, I feel like shit.” She looked under the blankets at our nude bodies and smiled at me. “So, was I any good?” Coley asked.

I laughed. “Shut up.”

“We used protection right?”

I tried to push Coley out of the bed. “No. You were the worst lay of my life, and we’re probably both pregnant,” I teased.

We started to laugh until we both tried to sit up. The laughs became moans.

Coley held her head and closed her eyes. “Man, we were drunk last night!”

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