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You sat in Cain’s lap letting him feed you random bites of food. You chewed without tasting. You were in shock, the only thing that wouldn’t go numb was the weight of the collar. The fucking collar. You wanted to claw at your neck, to claw at Cain. To attack, to run, to break free. But you’ve already learned that running was completely pointless. You hadn’t realized the plate was devoid of food until Cain pushed you off his lap and told you to kneel. You listened to the running water as he washed the plate. Everything seemed distant, you seemed unable to focus on anything. Cain called on you to rise, guiding you back into the living room where he picked out a book from the bookshelf and told you to lie on the couch. Your head was pillowed on his lap as he read aloud from the book. It wasn’t a story that you recognized. But in all honesty you weren’t paying attention, Cain’s voice sounded far away. Lying on your back seemed to make the collars weight hang heavier around your throat, making it difficult to breathe. You twist on your side, the collars weight shifted, it was still heavy like your body was refusing to get used to it. You weren’t sure how long you laid there, listening to Cain read to you. An hour? Maybe two? Finally, he got you off the couch and led you up to the bedroom. Cain shut the door and stood behind you. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered softly, letting his hands come up to trace your arm lightly with his fingertips. “So perfect, like you were made just for me.” His hand continued down your arm, moving over to your hip and tracing up your side. “Tonight you will beg for me.” he mouth was right behind your ear, twisting slightly so he could place a kiss there. Then another one your jaw, then another under your jaw, then down your throat, to your shoulder. His hands hadn’t stopped their teasing touches, trailing over your stomach, up to your ribs, lightly flicking over your hardened nipples. Your breathing had picked up, and your core was starting to awaken under his hands and mouth, despite that, you shook your head in denial.
“Don’t make me beg, Cain.” You whisper out. You feel like you could hardly breathe. For once, it wasn’t complete terror that you felt when Cain touched you. It was nervousness. Anxiety. You felt like you were completely out of control. You hated it. Hated the way you could feel your core slicken with need, hated the way your body craved to arch into his hands, which were not pressing hard enough to get you what you wanted. What did you want? “I won’t. I’m not going to beg.” You stutter over your words and he chuckled.
“We’ll see.” He whispers, nipping playfully as your jaw before guiding you over to his bed. He lays you on your back and he eyes darken as they rove over your exposed body, lingering on your breasts and then spreading your legs so that he could see your wet cunt as well. He smirks, “It seems like your body already knows what it wants.” He leans forward, capturing your mouth in a kiss. Then he leans over to the side and opens the drawer of the He pulls out leather cuffs. You freeze.
“I-I don’t think those are n-necessary.” You say, automatically pulling your hands to your chest. Cain chuckles and kisses you again, the kiss is slow and gentle. It lasts for several minutes before he pulls away and grabs your wrists in a gentle but firm grip.
“Easy, Y/N. I promise it’ll feel good.” He wraps one cuff around your wrist and then the other. They are padded with fuzz, the left hand has a little clip handing off of it and one has a small D-ring. Cain lifts your arms above your head and clips the cuffs together through one of the bars on his headboard. You were stuck. He pulls gently at your hips until your arms are stretched straight out in front of you and your body is completely exposed for his eyes and hands and mouth. You shiver as his grip loosens and his fingertips trail back over your stomach, circling teasingly long your hips and scratching lightly across your inner thigh. Your breath hitched sharply in your throat and your hips jerked a little, your arousal growing. Cain chuckled, leaning down to press soft kisses along your collarbone. You squirmed against your bindings as fingertips and lips teased over your skin. It was getting harder to focus on… well, anything. Your brain was going fuzzy and it was difficult to comprehend anything other than his soft touches. Teeth scraped lightly over one nipple and you moaned softly at it. Hands scraped teasingly over your ribs. You writhe and arch into his hands. He traces your jaw with his tongue and his hands are large and warm as they trail up and down your body, moving around to stroke at your spine before he kneels up and spread your legs and runs a hand down one of your thighs. Your hips bucked into him, the need to be touched was growing, you wanted his hand on your clit, sliding inside of you and curling up into that spot that makes you whine and see stars. He continues the torturous teasing for what feels like hours.
“C-Cain. I n-need- nggh!” Your tongue wasn’t cooperating with you, making it incredibly difficult to speak. His hand rested just above your clit. You bucked and writhed under him. He refused to move, you whimpered and bit your lip, you could feel your arousal sliding down your legs and puddle on the cotton sheets underneath you. ‘Don’t beg’ you thought, he’s giving you a chance to remain strong. You couldn’t give in. He huffs with a small smile on his face as he watches your internal struggle.
“You’re a lot stronger than I anticipated, but I’m not going to stop.” He leaned over you kissing you briefly before leaning further down to nip at your ear, “You will beg, and when you do, I’ll make sweet love to you, and you’re going to cum harder than ever before.” He moved back between your legs, his hands going back to the feather light touches. It felt like every nerve was awake and alive with oversensitivity.
“Nggh! Cain! I ne-need! Ah!” He had leaned down to nip at your thigh. Your body felt on fire with pleasure and desperate need. “Please! Please, Cain.” You break. You buck helplessly against him and whimper as his touch stops, his hands splayed against your legs as his sharp blue eyes pin you to the bed.
“Please what, Y/N?” He asks as he slowly drags the tip of one finger down your thigh. It stops right above your wet sex. But he does not touch you.
You scream in frustration, your face is hot and you are sure it’s bright red with embarrassment. Your tongue sweeps across your suddenly dry lips and, “Please, Cain!” Your hips buck up, trying to get his touch back, but his other hand curls around your hip, pressing you into the mattress. “Please fuck me!” You practically scream it. You, you need him. You are too lost to the pleasure to care about anything other than trying to get his capable hands on your throbbing clit. His grin is shark-like and it only makes you wetter. He presses your legs into the mattress, spreading them so wide that you could feel the stretch in your hips and thighs. “Please.” You whimper out, writhing under him as he holds you down. He watches you for the longest second, his eyes dark with lust, you can see his erection outlined through his sweatpants. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Cain sheds his pants and is sliding into you. “Yes!” You cry out, your back arching and your head falling back into the pillow.
“Look at me,” Cain commands, one hand tangling gently into your hair, the other curling under your back. Your eyes meet his and he moves. His hips rocking forward, it wasn’t the hard pace that he normally sets, but it each thrust was direct and measured. You whimper and writhe with each roll of his hips. Your eyes never leave his. You can feel your orgasm building, the ball in your stomach tightening, your body fluttering around him. You cry out as he continues the easy pace like he planned to take you the entire night if that was what it took to get you over the edge. The steady, direct thrusts were building you higher and higher. you ‘ve been on the edge of orgasm since he first slid inside of you and now it seemed that he was determined to keep you there.
“P-please,” You sobbed up at him, your arms tugging at the cuffs as you writhed with overwhelmed pleasure. “Please go h-harder-er! - Nggh! Cain.” You could hardly breathe, every single movement drove you through indescribable pleasure.
“Surrender, Y/N.” He murmured gently. Watching you with a look of wonder in his eyes. “I don’t need to go faster or harder, you just need to surrender. Relax.” He leaned down to kiss over your shoulders and neck, no doubt leaving marks in his wake. “Just let it happen. It’ll come, you just need to relax and let me take care of you.” He continued the soft kisses and the easy thrusts. Your head fell back, arching into his chest and exposing your throat for his mouth. He hummed his approval and his hand began to stroke up and down your sides and back. You cried and moaned and writhed. You just needed him to touch your clit or move faster. You needed to cum, now!
“T-too much.” You gasped, and it was. The intense pleasure was beyond overwhelming, it stole your breath and had you shaking under his hands.
“Relax,” He murmured, his voice remained calm and patient. “Just let everything fall away, Y/N. Stop thinking. Just let it happen.” You close your eyes and focus on his hands, firm and strong in their touching, stroking up and down your body. You focus on his mouth too. Sucking at your neck, the occasional scrap of teeth and blunt fingernails driving you higher. You buck back against him, moving in time with his lazy thrusts, you can’t say how long you stayed that way, his body moving above yours, his mouth and hands tracing over your skin, his cock stretching your walls, rubbing against them, creating a delicious friction, his tip hitting that place deep inside you that drove into out of your mind. When your orgasm finally hit you couldn’t describe the way it felt. Your vision whited out and your body felt on fire. You might’ve said his name, you couldn’t say. Your body trembled, and you tried to close your legs to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but he had pinned you to the bed. His pace never faltered, driving your pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever felt before. It felt like it lasted for hours. Your high finally dissipated when Cain’s own orgasm hit, forcing his hips still, he leaned down, groaning low and biting into your shoulder. You whimpered in mixed pain and pleasure, he didn’t let up until his member softened inside of you, he pulled out, and unclipped your hands from the headboard, he fell onto his back and pulled you close. You weakly tried to undo the cuffs but a gentle hand stopped you. “Leave them.” he sighed softly and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His arms tightened around your waist. You were too exhausted to argue with him. You snuggled close and fell asleep in seconds.