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My body clenched around him, and a fresh wave of pain rolled through me as I imagined exactly what he had threatened. His cock was massive, and right now, I only had a single digit of his inside of me.
“Do we have an understanding?” he asked.
“Yes. We have an understanding,” I answered, my voice a husky mixture of lustful desire, overwhelming need, and abject shame. I closed my eyes, trying to put myself somewhere else, but my pussy didn’t let me. Instead, my clit throbbed, and my inner walls fluttered despite the soreness reigning all around my bottom hole.
He pumped his finger in and out of me several more times, almost as if he needed to take his point and drive it home. I whimpered, each thrust more painful than the last, until he finally pulled his finger free.
I expected the pain to fade right away, but it didn’t. Instead, my bottom hole was very sore, every clench reminding me exactly where his finger had been only moments before.
As Kane’s hand lightly brushed against my ass cheek, there was an overwhelming sensation of shame that crept over my heated skin. My cheeks blazed crimson with embarrassment, my body betraying my inner turmoil. It was as if my innermost secrets had been exposed, and I couldn’t help but feel vulnerable and raw. The fierce desire warred with my self-consciousness, leaving me feeling exposed and helpless. It was a battle between my desires and my sense of propriety, and in that moment, desire held the upper hand.
My bottom hole clenched, and a wave of soreness swept through me.
Meticulously, he reached down and took hold of my panties, gently pulling them up and back into place. He did the same with my jeans, and I blushed harder as he reached around my waist and pulled the zipper into place. When he buttoned them for me, the warmth in my cheeks turned searing hot, and I could do nothing but stare at the floor, so I didn’t have to look him in the eye.
“Remember my warning, little one,” he said softly, and I nodded quickly, keeping my eyes down. He placed one finger beneath my chin and lifted my eyes to face him, and I struggled intensely, embarrassed, ashamed, and impossibly aroused.
“I’ll remember,” I whispered, unsure if he was waiting for a response.
His dark, smoldering eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that sent a thick thread of arousal straight to my core. They bored into mine with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. His lips, slightly parted, revealed a hint of his own internal struggle.
His rugged features, normally stern and enigmatic, were softened by the heat of the moment, and I could see the raw, untamed longing that pulsed beneath his exterior. It was a look that promised both danger and ecstasy, and it held me captive. I couldn’t look away.
“Come with me now, Lexie. It’s time to go,” he murmured.
Kane took my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me, and led me outside to a black, expensive car. The sleek vehicle gleamed under the light of the sun. I didn’t recognize the model, but it was the embodiment of luxury. A suited driver stood at the ready, opening the door for me. I slid inside, the plush leather seats cool against my skin, and Kane followed suit, settling in beside me. As I sat down, I was instantly reminded of exactly where his finger had just been. The reigniting soreness made me bite back a yelp, and Kane smirked knowingly.
The driver closed the door behind us and climbed back into the car, turning the key in the ignition. The engine purred to life, and the car pulled away from the curb. I looked back forlornly at my apartment building, wondering if I would ever see it again.
I didn’t know what Kane’s intentions were, nor did I know the full story. For all I knew, he could keep me his prisoner forever.
For some reason, there was a part of me that didn’t hate the idea.
You just want more of his cock, you little slut.
“Where are we going?” I asked tentatively, and Kane reached for me, pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me.
As I settled against him, there was an undeniable sense of comfort that washed over me, despite the underlying unease about his true identity and where he was taking me. His strong, protective arms encircled me, holding me close as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear, nestling against his chest. There was a primal, reassuring quality in his embrace that made me feel safe, even as my fear about the mystery surrounding him loomed.
“I’m taking you to my home in the Spring Mountains,” he answered quietly.
The Spring Mountains were a rugged and majestic range just northwest of Vegas. Covered in dense forests and crowned with peaks, they offered a stark contrast to the desert landscape that surrounded Las Vegas. I’d visited them once as a child, hiking and playing in the forest along with my parents. I hadn’t been there since.
His honesty made me feel a little better.
As we left the city lights of Las Vegas behind, the landscape began to change. The drive to the Spring Mountains was a winding journey through the vast Nevada desert. The desert stretched out on either side of the road, bathed in the warm, golden hues of the sun. The distant silhouette of rocky outcrops and mesas rose like ancient sentinels against the horizon.
We passed by Joshua trees, their spiky branches reaching skyward, and the occasional tumbleweed rolled lazily across the road. The air was dry and tinged with the scent of dust and sagebrush. As we climbed higher into the Spring Mountains, the desert landscape gradually gave way to a forested terrain.
The road twisted and turned, leading us deeper into the mountains. Towering pine trees lined the route, their branches swaying gently in the afternoon breeze. Shafts of sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the road.
About forty-five minutes later, we arrived at Kane’s private estate, a secluded and expansive property nestled among towering pines. The grand entrance was marked by imposing wrought-iron gates that swung open with a soft hum as we approached. The estate itself was a sprawling mansion, an architectural marvel blending modern luxury with the natural beauty of the surroundings.
The mansion itself was an imposing structure, built from cream-colored stone and adorned with intricate wrought-iron details. It boasted an impressive combination of classical and contemporary design elements, with tall, arched windows that offered sweeping views of the surrounding forest. Ivy vines clung to its walls, adding a touch of timeless elegance to the facade. The front entrance featured a grand portico supported by towering columns, beneath which a stately double door of rich mahogany stood resolute.
I couldn’t help but feel reluctant to leave the comfort of his lap. I glanced back at Kane, his dark gaze holding mine for a moment longer than necessary, a seductive promise hidden in his eyes. With a hint of hesitation, I finally left his lap, my heart pounding as I stepped out of the car and took my first steps onto his estate.
Kane led me inside, and the moment I stepped through the ornate double doors, I was greeted by the opulence of the mansion’s first floor.
