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I climbed into bed and pulled Kelly against me. Then I pulled the covers over us both. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, just holding her. I pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Tomorrow was going to be a hard day.
For both of us.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Kelly
“I promise, I will never sneak off without telling you where I am.”
“Try again.”
“I will never sneak off without telling you and your team where I am.”
“Good. Next.”
“Please, Cain . . .”
He snapped the crop on the bed near my quivering body.
“Next!”
I moaned and forced myself to try and think. Cain had never raised his voice to me before. I had known he was upset with me. I just hadn’t realized how upset.
Cain was very, very upset. The most upset he could be. The upsetest.
That’s not a real word, Kelly. Focus.
“I will never go anywhere without an escort again.”
“Not quite. Pay attention, Princess.”
“I will . . . never go anywhere without an escort whom I recognize and know the name of.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me, the crop poised above my pussy. He wasn’t going to beat me with it. Not there, anyway. He was going to do something better if I got it right.
He was going to reward me.
“Never again.”
“Good girl.”
The crop came down softly and stroked my pussy from top to bottom. Once. Twice. Three times.
I rocked my hips against it, but too soon, it was gone.
I’d learned a few things today already. One, I was on permanent lockdown. Two, I was going to be thoroughly punished. And three, Cain was a kinky bastard.
(And four, I kinda liked it.)
“Please, Cain!”
“No. Now tell me again.”
“Why are you doing this?”
I was covered in sweat, spread-eagled on his bed, with my wrists and ankles handcuffed to the frame with black leather cuffs.
“You know why.”
“Because I belong to you and I nearly got myself killed.”
“Very good.”
“I meant the leather and the . . . other things.”
I was staring at the crop.
He smiled sensuously at me.
“I had to do something while I was waiting for it to be safe to be with you. I had so much time to plan what to do with you. It turns out, my imagination was even filthier than I ever knew.”
“You did this . . . with other girls?”
He shook his head slowly.
“No. I never wanted to.”
“You only wanted to . . . with me?”
“Just thinking about you got my mind working. Planning. So while I was waiting, I did some . . . shopping.”
I stared wide-eyed as he walked to the armoire across the room and opened the door. There were . . . things inside. Not clothes. A rack and shelves with toys on it. Whips and chains and what looked like . . . vibrators. Some other things that looked like giant rhinestones, but they had a cylindrical shape to them. They looked like . . . big wine stoppers. But I had a very bad feeling that they weren’t for wine.
“I wasn’t going to show any of this to you until after we were married. But you’ve presented me with the perfect opportunity.” He smiled coldly. “Pleasure and pain. Pleasure for me, and pain for you.”
I gulped audibly.
“So, you’ve never done any of this before.”
“No. But I did a lot of research.”
“You never wanted to do it before?”
He smiled, fingering something that looked like tiny clamps inside the cabinet.
“You bring out the dark side in me, Princess.”
“Do you need . . . that stuff? To get off with me.”
“Definitely not.”
“Oh.”
“I was thinking more for . . . special occasions. Like this.”
“When I’m bad?”
I hated the wheedling little girl sound in my voice. But I’d been on the edge for hours. And I knew now that this was only the beginning.
Cain was really mad.
And he was really enjoying this.
“Yes, baby girl. For when you are bad.” He smiled evilly and sat on the bed. “But I have a feeling that’s going to be pretty often.”
“Oh.”
He ran his hand over my body, his eyes exploring me hungrily.
“So pretty . . . so naughty. Now, let’s begin again.”
He used the crop to explore my body while asking the same questions again. He briefly skimmed my nipples and my pussy and then avoided them, only giving them a cursory touch when I answered the questions right. It was hard to concentrate.
I made a lot of mistakes.
After another hour, he clucked his tongue and said it was time.
“Time for what?”
I was so horny, I thought I might explode. But the last few times, I had gotten the answers perfectly right. I was hoping this meant I would get my reward. Him.
His cock, to be specific.
I wanted his dick so badly I would have done anything to get it. Literally anything. Crawled over broken glass, like Bruce Willis in Die Hard. I wanted that dick!
