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He was never going to let me go again and the most terrifying thing about all of it was that I didn’t want him to.
Chapter Ten
Cain held me for such a long time after that. For a while, he was a safe place and a steadfast shelter that I clutched onto as if my life depended on it. He didn’t care that I was leaking his seed from both of my holes onto his thighs. He held me because he knew that I needed his gentleness right now. I needed him to hold me.
“My sweet girl, it’s alright. I have you. You’re safe with me,” he murmured, and his words soothed me. His thumbs wiped away my tears even though they still continued to fall. My body trembled as I tried to recover from the sheer destruction he had wrought. He’d wrecked me and now I had to figure out how to put myself back together.
“Do you feel like a broken little girl?” he whispered, caressing my forehead even though it was still slickened with my sweat. I pressed deeper into his touch, enjoying the feel of his fingers on my flesh.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. For a moment, I feared that it wasn’t over, but when he spoke again, I relaxed noticeably against him.
“Did I need my magic to break you, my little vampire?”
“No, sir,” I answered. I sounded so pitifully shattered.
“Take the collar off now, my little vampire,” he instructed gently, and my shoulders rounded in defeat. I reached up and touched the metal ring. I forced my own magic to the surface and unlatched it, taking it in my hands and holding it before him. I was unsure of what to do with it. As if he knew what I was thinking, he took it from my fingers and placed it on the nearby nightstand.
“That’s my good little girl,” he said softly, and I curled into his shoulder, desperate for his approval and his embrace. His arms circled around me, squeezing gently.
I couldn’t stop the trembling of my body, so I didn’t even try. Instead, I just closed my eyes and breathed in his masculine scent, listening to the sound of his heart against my ear. It was comforting and deep, pumping with the blood of an ancient power as old as time itself.
In return, my own heart beat for him too.
For a long time, we sat together, me in his lap and his arms around me. He took care of me and slowly helped to make me feel like myself again. Tears came and went periodically, and he used his fingers to brush them away.
“You’re mine, sweet girl. You understand that now, don’t you?”
“I do, sir. I understand,” I answered, my voice hardly audible.
I did understand completely. Even now, my body hummed with a soreness that wouldn’t ebb away and an utter satisfaction at finally finding what I needed once and for all. It might have been the magical bond between us, or maybe it was that I was finally falling for the man who had claimed me in the first place. I didn’t care either way.
I was his, in every way. And now, I’d finally accepted that he was mine too.
* * *
I woke up the next morning still in Cain’s arms. I stretched a little and groaned. Every single muscle in my body was sore. My ass ached from my spanking, my caning, and the hard bottom fucking Cain had put me through. My throat burned from the fullness of his cock. My pussy hurt from it too. Even my clit throbbed with pain from my punishment the night before. His seed and my own arousal felt sticky on my thighs, but I liked that. But there was something else.
I was satisfied in the most thorough possible way.
All of the soreness and every drop of his seed reminded me that he was my one true master.
“Did you sleep well, my little vampire?” he asked, his voice soft and comforting.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured, rolling my body to face his. His lips captured my own in a gentle kiss and I melted before him. His tender embrace left me reeling and when he finally pulled away, I found that I was breathless. I snuggled even deeper into his chest.
“How are you feeling today?” he asked, and I hummed softly in response.
“I’m sore, sir,” I whispered.
“Good. I’m glad,” he replied. “When you’re ready to get out of bed, I’m going to bathe you,” he told me, and I didn’t fight him. He was going to do what he wished with me and I didn’t have a choice. I realized that I liked that though. I wanted that type of control.
No. I needed it.
We laid together for a while longer. He didn’t rush me and neither did I. Instead, we just quietly enjoyed each other. When I was ready, I told him that I was and he lifted me from the bed himself, carrying me into the bathroom and turning on the large open rain shower. He made sure I was fully immersed in the warm spray before he massaged shampoo in my wet hair. His fingers were gentle, but thorough, and I found myself melting into his firm touch. Carefully, he lathered up a washcloth and washed the remnants of our coupling from my legs. He carefully washed my bottom and between my legs, taking care not to press terribly hard. The welts on my backside burned though, and I softly whimpered into his shoulder as I stood before him.
“Shh, sweet girl. You will let me take care of you,” he said quietly.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and he slowly guided me back under the water to wash away the soap. Soothingly, he massaged conditioner into my hair and used his fingers to work out most of the tangles. After that, he picked up a comb and brushed through my wet locks until there wasn’t a single knot left.
