Such a Good Girl | the original

13 | Cain's fingers

Cain's lips curved into a smirk, as he heard my request. I could feel the blush sit on my cheeks. His hand pulled the rest of my shorts down, along with my tank top, until the only thing I was wearing was my white lace thong, which was soaked.

Cain's hand cupped me outside my bundle of nerves, and I couldn't help but intake a sharp breath, as my back slightly arched. "You're so wet for me," Cain whispered in my ear, as his tongue licked a long stripe up towards the back of my ear.

His fingers came to play with my hard nipples, his tongue distracting me from all the pleasure I was getting at the same time. I was overflowing with lust, and I couldn't take the pressure anymore. I was throbbing so hard, it was starting to hurt.

"Please," I whined, and he lifted his head up from my neck looking me in the eye, his forest green eyes glistening.

"You're so greedy, baby. You want me to make you feel so good, no?"

I nodded my head, as I felt his hand slowly massage my inner thighs. My body temperature was rising with every touch he planted on me.

"Sir, please," I breathed out, and he chuckled. His finger slowly rubbed me, outside of the thin piece of fabric that was clinging to my lower abdomen. I let a little moan escape my mouth, as the pleasure increased when he pushed my second pair of lips apart.

He slowly took the underwear off of me, throwing them somewhere in the room. Cain's fingers slowly played with my wetness, as he spread my juices around using his fingers. I watched as he brought his coated fingers up to my mouth.

"Suck," he demanded, and I hesitantly opened my mouth letting his lubricated fingers lay on top of my tongue. I closed my mouth around his fingers, tasting myself on them. I cringed at the taste and saw as Cain had an amused grin smeared over his lips.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and saved no time jamming them inside of me. I moaned loudly, as he let me adjust to his fingers inside me. When he sensed I had relaxed he slowly started moving his fingers, at a painful pace.

It was frustrating to me, that his fingers would hit a spot that felt heaven-sent, right before pulling them out again. I was whining and squirming in hope of getting some more friction. I looked up at Cain who was studying me carefully, as his fingers were entering and exiting me.

"I can't- I need m-more please," I begged and watched as Cain's lips curved upward to a wicked smile. Cain slowed his pace even further down, and I gripped the headboard, my knuckles turning white.

"Is my good girl frustrated?" he asked me, his thumb circling my clit, while his fingers entered and exited me. I could hear the amusement behind his voice. I felt tears tremble in my eyes.

This was painful.

"I can't anymore, please," I begged for my dearest life.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I quickly cut him off.

"I'll do anything!"

Note to my future self; Don't ever repeat those words to Cain Garcia.

"Anything?" he asked me, cocking his eyebrow at me. I nodded my head, stuck in the moment, and watched as Cain nodded his head. He got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. I heard him open a door, the sound of keys ringing in my ears.

I was laying on the bed, my cheeks flushed as I waited for Cain to return. I heard a door smack and a lot of rattling sounds. My heart dropped when I heard the sound of chains. Cain came in, his hands filled with stuff.

"W-what's tha-"

"Hush. You speak when spoken to, understand?" I was taken aback by his rough tone. Cain's eyes were much darker than before, and his veins in his forehead were evident. I nodded my head, but that wasn't enough for Cain.