A Jade's Trick (Lilly Black's Jaded Series Book 1) (25 page)

 

When we come back in from the balcony, I realize that the great room is larger than my entire house, and I haven't even seen half of his space of his apartment.  Cain gives me the rest of the tour as he explains that he owns most of the 36th floor as well, but he hasn't even had the staircase put in to link the two floors.  The upstairs being empty, tonight he only shows me around the main apartment.

"It's a work in progress," he says as he explains that the mirror image apartment across the hall just houses an exercise room and sauna at this point.  It makes me wonder what all the construction was if so much of the space is unfinished, but I'm distracted by the amazing view from the balcony of the master suite.  Two walls of the suite are floor to ceiling windows that extend into a smaller room connected to the master suite that Cain refers to as the retreat, which presently sits empty.  Noticing no closet to the master suite, I ask about it, and Cain says that he keeps his clothes in the guest room closet.

"I'd use the retreat - a large open closet with a fainting couch, lots of mirrors, maybe a TV..." I muse.

"Hmmm..."

"Probably not something men care about," I say, embarrassed about getting way ahead of myself.  I change the subject.  "So what time is your meeting in the morning?" 

"Early.  I'll be tied up at the office most of the day, but I'd really like to find you here when I get home," he says, "Or I can have Lucy take you back to the dungeon tomorrow and meet you there after work...
only
if you're ready."

"I think that's a great idea. I'll ask Nicole to bring me some clothes, and..."

"Actually," Cain interrupts me with a peculiar smile on his face. "I need to show you the reason for the construction."  He directs my attention to a set of double doors across the hall from the retreat that I had assumed housed the washer and dryer.

"There's no fainting couch, but I think you'll find everything you'll need in here," he says, throwing the double doors wide open, and I am completely blown away.  It's an enormous room of black marble - the floors, the walls, the vanities.  Gorgeous crystal chandeliers hang from a black decorative ceiling, and a flat screen is mounted on the wall over a gas log fire place along the right side.  In the middle of the room is a sofa table flanked by leather chairs on both sides as vases overflowing with calla lilies sit on the ends of the table with a wisteria, tiffany-style lamp in the center.  To the left of the entrance is an open bath with a built in shower, sinks, and a large, ball and claw footed tub, and inlaid in the middle of the floor is a shiny, silver E in an Edwardian script, a motif I now see repeated throughout, like on the towels that hang on a warming rack by the tub and a stack of napkins by the vanity.

"Since I brought some of my things to keep at your house..." Cain begins, and while I stand in awe, he walks to the wall opposite the entrance and opens one of several frosted doors.  "I picked up a few things for you to have here.  I hope you don't mind." 

Mind?  Oh, my God, Cain!  How could I mind?
I wonder as I walk toward him.

"You'll spoil me," I say as I look up into his eyes, shining bright blue in the incandescent light.

"I will if you let me," he says, his hands on my shoulders as he gives me a quick kiss atop the head.

"I don't know how to thank you."

"You could start by finding something sexy to wear while I draw you a bath."  As he says it, he indicates another door, which I open to find lingerie - floor length gowns, baby dolls, corsets, and robes of silk, satin, and velvet, mostly black but no leather.  When I turn back around, Cain is already gone, leaving me in the middle of his extravagant gift.  The closet is almost as beautiful as the thought he put into it, but now that I'm alone, my insecurity begs the question of what the inlaid "E" in this room might have stood for before me.

You're letting Catherine get inside your head,
I tell myself as I go through the drawers to find that everything but the shoes, jewelry, and sunglasses still has the tags.  It's all my size and my taste, and I can faintly smell the scent of new construction.  If I have anything to be upset about it is the fact that this man I really barely know has such high sexual expectations of me, but instead, it makes me feel worthy of his desire.

Selecting a severe, black merry widow with black silk stockings and stilettos, I head toward the master bath.  Cain meets me outside the door.

"Did I do well?" he asks.

"With the closet?  It's amazing."

"I meant the clothes."

"I love everything.  When did you do all of this?" I ask.

"When I went back to Boston, I took a detour through New York on the way home and went shopping for you," Cain says dismissively, minimizing the true inappropriateness of what he's done.  "Are you okay, Evan?"

"How can I not be?"

"After everything that's happened lately, I just want to make sure you take this in the spirit in which it was intended."

"And what spirit is that?"

"I want you to have everything your heart desires," he says, brushing a stray hair behind my ear.  "But, baby, if you just need me to hold you tonight..."

"That's not at all what my heart desires," I say, letting the lingerie drop to the floor as I put my arms around his neck and kiss him.  His mouth always tastes like pure, clean water, and my pulse races just feeling his smooth, wet tongue against mine. 

When Cain ends the kiss, he opens the bathroom door and leads me inside where a long, jetted tub sits on a pedestal with two steps leading up from the floor.  Above it are tea lights in clear glass votives hanging from the ceiling at different heights on lines so thin that they appear to be floating, and I watch them, mesmerized as Cain begins undressing me from behind.  He kisses the back of my neck, but as my shirt falls to the floor, a fleeting thought about Catherine threatens to unleash my insecurities.

Why, of all things, did she have to call me a whore?
 

"I'm yours, Evan," Cain whispers, knowing exactly what path my mind has taken.  "I'm yours, and you're mine.  Don't let her take you away from me." 

The bath is just warm enough as Cain leads me into it by the hand and gives me a warm, gel mask to place over my eyes as I lean back and relax.  He sits on the steps at the end of the tub, methodically washing my feet, and when they're rinsed, he kisses my toes.  He has done this before, but I get the impression that the first time was just to gauge my reaction because he's giving them much more attention now, running his tongue up the underside of my big toe before sucking it into his mouth.  It's torture as my clit aches for the same attention, and he prolongs my suffering, his progress glacial as he kisses me all the way to the back of my knees.  He climbs in the tub with me, my legs on his shoulders, his hands under my ass as he forces me up onto a narrow ledge between the tub and the wall.  The marble is slippery beneath my wet body, but in his hands, I feel stable.

He gently bites my inner thighs as he works his way to the center, and I can feel his hot breath only inches from my clit before he lets my legs slide down his arms, his mouth skipping forward to kiss my navel instead.  It's deliciously cruel.

"Would you pierce your navel for me?" he asks softly, as he circles it with his tongue.

"What would you do for me in exchange?  A piercing?  A tattoo?"  I'm not serious, but Cain never disappoints.

"You can brand me if you like," he says, his eyes locked on mine.

"Yes," I say.  "I'll have it pierced for you."  He moans his approval and slides me back into position, his mouth suddenly just where I want it.  As he teases me, he looks up at my face, and though my eyes should be chased away, they're not as he coaxes me along at his will, gradually building up to the fast, tight circles that I know will make me come.  And they do, abruptly and intensely as he lifts me and pushes my legs wide apart now that I'm in too euphoric a state to care.

"Oh, Cain!  Oh, God!  Oh, Caaaaain!" I scream, and it echoes throughout the bath, spurring me on, his face pressed against me, his tongue frenzied, prolonging the ecstasy until it becomes unbearable.  As I begin to retreat, he slides me down into his lap, and I feel him hard beneath me as I notice that he has already pulled the plug to drain the tub.

"Oh, my God, Cain," I gush breathlessly, my arms and legs tight around him.  "You're so...you're so fucking..."  He laughs at my inarticulateness, knowing he completely owns me now.

"I love making you come," he whispers, his tongue in my ear and his cock tormenting me.  "Do you want fucked?"

"Yes," I exhale, and he turns me around.  Sitting on his knees, he puts me on all fours, his legs between mine as he pulls me back and down onto him, fucking me fast and deep, and after a clitoral orgasm it takes almost nothing for his perfect cock to set me off.  I scream, echoing his praises throughout the large, hollow room, and as Cain holds himself deep inside, he digs his fingernails into my back, dragging them from my neck to my ass. I feel myself throbbing, tightening around his cock as my legs violently tremble, lost in an orgasm that seems to last for ages.  I writhe and convulse, my mind and body twisted, strained, and corrupted...until finally, it begins to subside, and...

Oh, fuck me,
I think. I've been cursed since my innocence was stolen from me, and to bring balance, fate has sent me a god! 

With my knees aching and my body covered in gooseflesh, he pulls me upright and holds me against him.  Sated and high, my body feels heavy, like I could collapse into him and sleep right here on the cold marble, but that can't happen.  I have but one purpose in life at this moment - to make Cain come.

"Dry me off," I command.

"Yes, Mistress," he says, amused.

With a towel around his waist, Cain gently dries me off with another from the wet tips of my hair to my feet.  When he's finished, I order him to lie in the center of the bed and wait for me, and he indulges me, giving me the control I need tonight.

"Now, if I only had some cuffs and tethers..."

"So was that so terrible?" I ask Cain later as we lie in bed.

"It was incomparable," he says, holding me with one arm, his other still bound to the bedpost.

"I meant letting me be Domme."

"You meant letting you
play
Domme."

"Semantics," I complain as I release his other wrist.

"No, it wasn't terrible at all," he admits.

"Then why are you so resistant to letting me be in charge?"

"Evan, tying me to the bed with your stockings is one thing.  Being in control in the dungeon is entirely different."

"If you think I couldn't do it, I would very much like to prove you wrong."

"Tell you what.  The day you can stand over me with a whip and speak just three little words, I will submit to you wholly and obediently." 

"And those words are?" I ask suspiciously.

"Eat my pussy," he says.

"Ewww!" 

"You said with cunt off the table, I could call it anything I like."

"Yeah, but I'm not going to say that."

"You will if you want to be in charge." 

"That's not fair!" I pout.

"Life's not fair, little girl," Cain says.