Taming Ember (An Erotica)

Chapter Eight

Chapter 8:

A couple weeks went by and Caine and I had started talking more. Not just as friends, but as possible lovers. He was so sweet and we started going out for lunch every day for lunch when he didn't have to meet up with other CEOs from the competitors of his business. We hadn't talked about anything about love or anything like that since that day in the park, but I couldn't say I was disappointed.

It was probably best if things progressed slowly between me and Caine. We still couldn't say that we really knew each other very well, and I knew I wanted to really know my partner if I were ever going to be with someone else again.

I yawned and walked to the back wall and straightened up the whips and canes. I wonder what they would feel like on my skin? Would I like the sharp pain that the thin strips of leather promised? Would I like being chained and whipped while having a man's hands on me, touching me in a loving yet commanding way?

I chewed on my bottom lip and moved along the wall, returning the handcuffs that had gotten misplaced back to where they went. I touched the cold metal and felt my body heat up. For the past few weeks I had been in a constant state of arousal and even when I was alone at night I couldn't fix it. I sighed and got up on my tippy toes to hang up a corset that had fallen to the floor.

Suddenly I felt someone's body against my back, sandwiching me between him and the wall. I gasped and his hand went over my mouth. Caine wouldn't do something like this would he? I felt the cool breath on the back of my neck and I shivered in disgust. This was not Caine and it definitely wasn't Ian.

"So I see he hasn't thrown you away yet." Chad's voice rang out loud and clear and my stomach churned painfully. I pushed back against him and tried to get away but it was no use. "Quit fighting me, Ember. You are mine and mine alone."

"I am nothing to you, Chad, and you are nothing to me! Get off of me!" I yelled when he finally removed his hand from my mouth. I tried to headbutt him with the back of my skull but he used his hand to slam my face into the wall in front of me. I cried out in pain and squeezed my eyes shut. My nose was throbbing."What's going to happen when your cop friends find out that one of their own is assaulting a woman? Huh?" I snapped, feeling the anger build inside of me.

He slammed my head into the wall again and I cried out as the tears ran down my face. "Shut up. I just came by to talk like we used to, babe."

"Don't call me that, you fucking pig! Caine!" I yelled, hoping he could hear me from the back room.

Chad cupped a hand over my mouth and whispered in my ear. "I just wanted to talk, darling." He said, laughing in my ear. "And don't think that your little boyfriend is going to come to your rescue, not after what my friend is showing him right now." I struggled against him when I felt him move the hand that wasn't over my mouth. Maybe if I timed it just right, I could get free!

When he brought his hand back around, shock froze me to the spot. It was a photograph of me naked in my bed. I was tied up with my legs spread wide open and a scarf tied around my head, blinding me. I shook my head frantically. How? "I thought you destroyed that!"

"I don't think he is going to like this very much, Ember." He said, clicking his tongue. "You've been such a bad girl. I told you that you would never be anything but a whore. A pretty one, but still a whore." His words stung, but I tried to remember what Caine had said.

"Let go of me!" I tried to say, but his hand muffled my words. I knew he could still understand them. He tightened his grip on my face. I yelped and fought against him even harder. He turned me around and pinned my body to the wall with his entire body. I tried to look away, but he wasn't allowing it.

"Your little boyfriend will be walking in here at any moment. Do try to downplay the whole 'poor, pitiful me' act, okay?" He slapped my face and I cried out as the pain rippled across my skin. He released me and I crumpled to the floor. I looked up at him and he spit on the floor right in front of me.

He stormed off and I curled into a ball right there on the ground. How could you let this happen, Ember? Why did you have to be such a slut? I cried silently on the carpet floor of The Sandbox.

I didn't know what I was feeling but I would admit that I was feeling pretty damn pathetic. Not only did Chad not destroy the footage of the one time he was adventurous with me in bed but he also revealed my secret to Caine. I began to cry harder as my heart pounded in my ears. I thought I was going to be sick.

"Ember!" I heard Caine call out, sounding almost desperate. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped that maybe I would disappear into the floor of this sex store. I wanted more than anything to just disappear. "Em!" He called out again and when I opened my eyes, I saw him standing at the end of the aisle, looking around.

He turned and his eyes connected with mine. He practically ran down the aisle, dropping down onto his knees in front of me. He cupped my cheeks and looked deep into my eyes and my throat swelled at the sight of the tears in his eyes. "Please..." He whispered. "Tell me you are okay. What did that bastard do to you?"

My lip started trembling and I hid my face in my hands. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done it! I should have just kept to myself. I shouldn't have asked him to try new things. This would have never happened!"

"Em," He choked out, the tears falling from his eyes to land on the carpet beneath us. "Baby, it's okay. I promise you it is okay. It's in the past and I will never make you feel the way he did."

I opened my mouth and all that came out were sobs. "C-Caine, I... I can't tell you how sorry I am." I looked into his eyes, searching for something, anything besides pain. "Caine, I want you. I really do."

"Baby. Please, don't cry."

He suddenly dropped back to his knees and yanked my body to his. His mouth crushed mine as I continued to cry. I pulled away from him for a moment. "Caine, I am so-" He kissed me furiously, making my toes curl. We sat like that for a while, kissing and holding each other, taking our frustration and anger out on each other's mouths. His tongue slid between my lips, claiming my mouth completely, while his hands fisted themselves in my hair, pulling my face closer. I couldn't get enough of him. I couldn't get enough of everything that was Caine.

We pulled away after several moment, panting. Tears still stained his cheeks, but mine were the same. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. I don't know how long we sat like that, and I didn't care, but a part of me told me that something was missing from this picture.