CHAPTER THREE
“It’s time to get wet.”
WINTER
The blood kept replaying in and out of my mind, my stepbrothers on the ground in pain while Caden looked on in anger. It had taken me back to the night everything changed, the night that Caden had been pushed so far over the edge that he hadn’t returned even when the cops showed up. And tonight he had almost slipped back into my place and it was all because of me, he had almost ruined his future for me.
Still, I couldn’t deny it had been rewarding seeing my stepbrothers as the ones in pain for a change. After all the times they had held me down and used me to let out their demons, the fact that they had gotten a fraction of what was coming to them had made me feel things I didn’t think I would. I had always thought any person in pain would make me feel empathetic, now I realized how false that was.
As screwed up as it made me, some people had it coming.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” Caden asked me, snapping me out of my own thoughts as we walked down the hall of his house. “You liked seeing them like that after everything they did to you?”
I hated the way he was all over me. Even my thoughts weren’t safe.
“I don’t know,” I lied.
He smirked and stopped my body, turning me so that I faced him and pushing my back up against the wall. “Say it, Winter.” He put his large arms on either side of me and pressed his face on top of mine, boxing me in. “Admit that you enjoyed it.”
I gulped deeply and took in his face. It was more relaxed now but still tense, as if everything that had happened earlier was bubbling just below the surface and would come rushing back at any moment. I opened my mouth but could barely form words.
Why did he have to be so beautiful?
“I enjoyed it,” I admitted.
“I know.” He chuckled and leaned in, kissing me hard and fast. “That’s good, you should have enjoyed it.” He pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. “There’s nothing wrong with letting a little bit of evilness through the cracks of your pure shell, Winter. Some people deserve the devil.” He sighed. “Besides, I’m sure to rub off on you sooner or later.”
The only thing I wanted him to rub off was between my legs.
“Especially now that you’re living with me,” he pointed out.
My stomach fluttered. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about the fact that I had ended up going home with him. A part of me was relieved that I wouldn’t have to deal with my stepbrothers anymore but living with Caden came with a whole other set of problems.
“So, will I… will I sleep in your room?” I tried not to blush.
He raised his eyebrows and then pushed off the wall, leaving me feeling cold. He shook his head and started walking again. “No, you’ll have your own room. You aren’t my girlfriend, Winter. You’re my property. This arrangement will have boundaries.”
I hated the part of me that was disappointed by the statement. I shouldn’t want to sleep in his bed with him, I should want my own room, I should feel relieved.
Only I didn’t.
I felt like I was being punished.
“What kind of boundaries?’
“The kind that involves us not cuddling all night and you not asking so many damn questions.” He stopped in front of a door and threw it open, revealing a huge guest room that was on the other side of the house from where he slept. “This will be your room.”
Jesus, could he of put any more space between us?
“Cool.” I entered the room and set the bag I had brought with me down on the bed, trying to make it out like I could have cared less where I did or didn’t sleep. It was a really nice room, huge and filled with the latest trends of furniture; a huge plasma screen even covered one side of the wall. It was way better than my bedroom at home. It just wasn’t with him.
Caden tossed another suitcase onto the ground and leaned against the frame of the doorway, slowly tracing his eyes up and down my body. “It’s been a long night, pet.”
“Uh-huh,” I gulped, feeling him undress me with his eyes.
For a second I thought he was going to suggest that we should head to bed but the glisten in his eyes told me something different. “You’re probably really dirty,” he supplied. “Been a while since you showered.”
I flushed. “Since yesterday morning.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re filthy, pet.” He glanced to the other side of the room where a large wooden door was. “There’s a shower right on the other side of that door.” He smirked devilishly. “It’s time to get wet.”
My thighs started to tingle at the play on words. “Um, thanks.”
He nodded. “Oh, no problem.” He took a step inside and shut the door behind him, clicking over the lock and leaning his muscular frame onto the wall before crossing his arms over his chest. “Now strip.”
A thrill shot through my stomach along with a surge of shyness. He wanted me to strip in front of him? I had never taken my clothes off in front of anyone before. I may have been dressing differently for work since the last time he saw me but it didn’t mean I was suddenly some experienced sex kitten. I was still just as unsure of my body as ever. Especially when it was compared to the multiple other women I had seen in this house over the years. Caden Dean had a thing for perfect women and I was nowhere near that.
“I’m making you nervous,” he announced, satisfied. He took another large step toward me. “Come on, pet, don’t make me ask again.” He pulled out a chair that was tucked into the built-in desk on the sidewall and took a seat, leaning back before biting down on his lip. “Take those clothes off nice and slow while I sit here and enjoy the view.”
I pushed my fingers into the fabric of my sweatshirt carefully and turned it back and forth between my touch. It had slipped my mind with everything else going on that I was still wearing the clothes I had taken of his. I chanced a look at him, taking in his blood-stained shirt and bruised knuckles. He hadn’t even showered yet and he still wanted a show.
He leaned forward impatiently.
I slowly lifted the sweatshirt over my head and let it fall to the ground, revealing the tank top I had on underneath it before letting his baggy sweatpants join the growing pile of clothing on the floor. He groaned in annoyance when he realized I was still wearing the original clothes I had shown up in last night underneath the clothes of his I had borrowed. I half smiled and looked down at the ground.
“Cute,” he mumbled. “Take off those shorts. Now.”
I pushed my hand up my thighs slowly, still unsure, before slipping my fingertips into the waistband and slowly letting them shimmer down my legs and fall to the floor. I stood there for a few seconds as his eyes took in every inch of my revealed skin.
“Turn around,” he whispered huskily. “Slowly.”
I did a small swirl, letting him see my ass and pussy through my panties. When I spun around again I was startled to see his cock out of his pants, resting in his hands as he slowly stroked. How had he gotten it out so quick? And how had it gotten that hard so fast?
He chuckled, enjoying my shock. “It’s big, huh, baby?” He just grinned widely when I nodded and then pushed his hand harder into his rapidly growing member. “And it’s only going to get bigger.”
I wasn’t sure that was possible.
“Now the shirt, pet,” he ordered.
I forced my eyes from his intimidatingly large member and yanked my tank top over my head. My hands went to my stomach off impulse, covering my body. He may have wanted to see every inch of me but that didn’t mean I was comfortable with it.
“Don’t do that.” He shook his head. “Don’t cover yourself up.” His vision was traced on the spot between my legs. “You have nothing to be ashamed about, trust me.”
It was easy to say that when you looked like him. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t awful looking or anything, but there were levels. And Caden? Well, Caden was on a whole different one.
I hadn’t realized that he had stood up until he was right in front of me, running his hand back and over my cheek. He leaned into me, inhaling before he groaned. “Pet.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled back, trying to remember everything about him, if I could have taken a screenshot of the moment and saved it I would have. I could feel his huge cock pressing up against my stomach, eager to take every inch of me. He smelled like whiskey, espresso, and blood all swirled into one.
Maybe the blood should have freaked me out but it didn’t. It was the opposite, actually. Something about it was exciting. He was covered in my stepbrother’s blood. He had done that for me, defended me when no one else had. Maybe he had done it for reasons I would never understand but he had still done it, that was a show of how dirty he was willing to get for me. I didn’t want him to hurt anyone over me but the fact that he even would, the knowledge that he wanted to take it that far…
Well, it was hot.
“Pet,” he said again. “Get on your fucking knees.”
I dropped in front of him without even thinking about it, knowing better than to make him wait. There were certain things Caden didn’t like to be questioned about, certain things that if he had to wait for would piss him off more than normal.
Me kneeling in front of him like a good pet was one of them.
He exhaled and pushed my hair behind my ears before he leaned down and unhooked my bra, snatching it off of me so that my breasts were exposed and shinning off the lights of the guest room. He reached down slowly, cupping one of them in his large hands as he keep his eyes locked on mine. “Nice handful, huh, Winter?”
I gasped when his fingers brushed the bottom of my nipple. “Uh huh.”
“Uh huh?” he questioned, yanking on it harder. “Is that how you answer me?” He shook his head and leaned down, pressing his lips to my ear. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your manners already, pet.”
I shook my head. “No, no, of course not. I’m sorry.”
“Then how do you address me?” he questioned.
“Yes, master, they’re a handful,” I breathed.
“That’s better, my little pet.” He continued to massage my breasts, rotating his hands back and forth. “It’s a shame you hid these from me all those years under those baggy clothes, pet.” He pulled on the right one roughly. “Of course, I would have flipped the fuck out if you started dressing like a little whore like you did the second I left.”
“That… that was for work.” I tried my best to concentrate but it was growing more challenging by the second thanks to his aggressive and strong hands.
He huffed and grabbed my nipple again, yanking on it so hard that I let out a loud moan. “Well,” he said, looking satisfied off my reaction. “That won’t be a problem anymore, now will it?” He leaned down and kissed me hard and fast. “That job wasn’t for you, Winter.”
Crap, my job.
I had been so caught up in all the drama since the parking lot that I hadn’t even had time to think about the fact that I no longer had a job thanks to Caden. A job I very much needed. I knew I had to get it back, aware I had to deal with the fact that Caden didn’t want me anywhere near that place. And I would, just maybe not right that second. My body was a little too wrapped up in… other things to think logically.
Caden stood over me with authority, studying every inch of me all over again. The feeling was mutual, I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to how good his body looked, how beautiful his facial features were, or how big his cock was.
I moved my hands to my stomach again, feeling self-conscious in general but especially about the bruises that rested there. I wasn’t sure how sexy a person could look when they had marks they didn’t want unwillingly put on their body.
Caden leaned his large body down so that his massive arm muscles were resting on his knees for a few seconds before he reached out and gently traced the skin over the discolored parts. He let his green eyes rest on mine as he continued to explore the dark spots.
They were surprisingly soft for a second, almost as pure as his brothers.
Almost.
“I’m going to take good care of this body,” he told me smoothly. “I’m going to watch it daily.” His hand drifted lower slowly. “I’m going to make it feel good daily.” Small circles were being massaged below my bellybutton. “I’m going to inspect it daily, pet, and watch every single one of those marks disappear.”
I gasped as the juices between my legs fully woke.
“Then I’m going to finish what I started tonight with those assholes, Winter, and make sure no one ever puts their hands on you again.” He moved his hand up to my face suddenly and grabbed the bottom of my chin, dragging my lips to his for a quick kiss. “No one touches my body.” He ran his tongue over my bottom lip before he pulled back from me and my body felt like it was going to orgasm right then and there.
He was walking away from me entirely too fast, opening the door to the hallway again before glancing back at me. “Don’t move, pet, I expect you to be in that same position when I come back, kneeling on the ground and waiting for me completely naked like a good girl with your hands behind your back.” He stepped back into the hallway, still keeping his gaze locked on mine as if he were trying to mesmerize my exact stance.
“Where are you going?” I asked desperately.
“Shh, don’t ask questions,” he told me. “Just obey.”
Then the door was shut and I was left alone. The silence was daunting. Had Caden really only been back less than back 24 hours? It felt like way longer considering everything we had already been through together. Not even a full day and he had managed to rip apart the carefully constructed plan that I had spent countless hours crafting for myself.
And I was still on the floor, kneeling while I waited for him.
God, what was the matter with me?
How could I be so obsessed with someone so damaged?
Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into large spans of time I couldn’t estimate and still I waited. Where was he? Was he going to leave me in here all night as some kind of test? I kept telling myself that if he didn’t come in soon I was going to get up. If he wasn’t there in two minutes that was it, okay, maybe just thirty more seconds but then that was really it.
Still, I waited, though.
It was like there was a chip inside of me that physically made it impossible for me to not do what Caden wanted. I might have wanted to disobey him internally, to not kneel there like his perfect little pet until he came back, but externally I was at a loss.
My body didn’t want to go against him. It refused to.
I double checked the placement of my hands and glanced at the door, willing it to open. It was making me anxious being away from him this long, not knowing where the hell he had run off to do. My body didn’t want to get up but if I finally cracked and did it wouldn’t be to disobey him, it would be to find him.
What if he had gone back to finish what he started tonight?
He could be in handcuffs right now.
Or burying a few bodies…
Oh, God.
Just when my mind was ready to explode the door swung open and Caden came back in, a pleased look plastered on his face as he took in my stance. “Wow, look at you, Winter.” He glanced at the clock on the side table. “Thirty-six minutes. I have to say I’m pleasantly surprised.” He kicked the door shut and closed the distance between us. “I may have underestimated just what a good girl you are.”
I wallowed in his approval like a lost puppy who had just found her way back home. It was sick how much pleasure I got out of pleasing him. I glanced at the blue piece of silk in his hand. “What… what’s that for?”
“This,” he said with a smirk, “is for you.”
I took my eyes off the fabric long enough to notice his cock was still hard. He had put it back inside of his pants and changed out of his bloodstained shirt but I could still see the outline of his tent through his pants. I blushed. How had he stayed hard so damn long?
“For me?” I shook my head. “It looks like a tie.”
“Oh, it is, on the surface.” He leaned over and whispered huskily into my ear. “But you have to look below the surface, pet, use that dirty imagination of yours and think of all the possibilities.”
“Possibilities?” I gulped.
“Definitely.” He turned the fabric over in his fingers and then looped it around my neck and upward so that it was covering my eyes. “See, pet? Now it’s my personal version of control.”
My heart started beating heavily in anticipation.
What was he going to do to me now?
“I… I can’t see,” I admitted with a shaky voice.
“That’s the point, my naïve little pet.”
I snapped my head to the side, trying to place his voice. It sounded like he had jumped about ten feet to the other side of the room. “Where did you go?”
Silence.
“Caden?”
He still didn’t answer.
My heart was racing harder and faster but I willed myself to stay calm. He wasn’t going to hurt me, it was just part of his game, part of the screwed up thrill that got him off. “Caden.” I forced the shake out of my mouth. “Where are you?”
He didn’t answer, a loud bang coming from the other side of the room instead. I jumped about six feet off the ground and let out a small cry. He was trying to scare me.
He wasn’t speaking but I could practically feel the satisfaction playing off of him. He liked the show, liked the idea of teaching me how to be a team player just like a good pet would. When another bang erupted a few seconds later I snapped and flew up off the ground, ripping the blindfold off and searching the large space for him.
I found him on the other side of the room, leaning against the bathroom door with a disapproving stance. A few overturned shelves surrounded the spaces around him. “You disappoint me, pet.”
I looked down at the ground, ashamed.
“You can’t let your fear show, even if it is present.”
“I don’t want to play this game of yours,” I whispered.
He titled his head to the side, studying me. For a second I thought he was going to tell me I didn’t have a choice but he let his guard down after a second. “Put your blindfold back on and get down on your knees again, Winter,” he told me sternly.
“Caden…”
“Just do what you’re told,” he cut me off.
I sighed and hesitated for a few more seconds before I gave in and dropped back down to my knees again and slipped the blindfold over my eyes. I waited on edge, thinking that he was going to find some new way to intimidate me but after a few seconds, there was still nothing between us besides silence.
“Crawl to me, Winter,” he told me smoothly.
A chill shot up my back. “Excuse me?”
“I said crawl to me.” His voice had grown an edge.
I sighed and my legs started moving naturally, sliding across the wooden floor until I was sure I reached his feet. “Like this?” My heart was rising and falling with an intense rhythm that I was sure he could see from his spot above me.
He didn’t answer, slipping his large arms underneath my armpits and hosting me to my feet instead. I could hear the sound of the bathroom door opening. A second later water filled the shower.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “You’ve been a bad girl and it’s made you dirty.” He took my hand in his and guided me into the bathroom slowly.
The cold tiles shocked my feet but not as much as the jolt of electricity I felt when Caden picked me up off the ground and set me in the shower. Warm water flooded over my body, washing off all the craziness that had transpired over the last 12 hours of my life.
And then a washcloth was pushing its way up and down my skin and my body was trembling with anticipation and desire. Caden Dean was washing my body from head to toe. God, if it didn’t feel amazing.
“Oh, yeah, Winter, you’re fucking filthy.” His hand made its way between my legs, scrubbing up and down my outer lips. “That rich cunt needs to be washed extra hard after all the nasty things you’ve done with me in the last 24 hours.”
My whole body flushed at just the memory.
He laughed loudly. “You’re so fucking pure it kills me, pet.”
The washcloth had left my body, the water soaking the tie covering my eyes and causing it to stick heavily to my eyelids. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be able to see Caden rubbing soap all over my naked body while his hard cock grew more and more in his pants.
Talk about a sight.
His large hands were on my hands, twisting them around. “Spread your palms flat,” he ordered as he placed them against the wet wall of the shower. “Now spread those pale legs to match, Winter.”
I flushed all over again. Even the way he said pale was sexy.
I pushed my thighs apart and felt my pussy already starting to throb.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Very good.” He took the washcloth and slapped me across the ass with it a few times. “Look at how sweet that ass is, Winter.” He spanked me with the washcloth again. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
“I… I have?” I asked, suddenly unaware of how to form words. I had never done anything like this in my life. A man had never even seen me completely naked before! Let alone one as powerful and handsome as Caden Dean. The sensitive areas between my legs were starting to play tricks on me, taking control of my mind along with my body.
“Oh, you definitely have.” Caden swung my body around again, this time putting one of my hands on the glass shower door and the other between my legs. “Now show me how you touch yourself, Winter.”
Oh, God, was he serious?
It was one thing to do it in a bed with the darkness of the room and half thrown around blankets that offered security but to do it completely naked in a well-lit shower with water powering down around you?
Well, that was different.
Very different.
“Come on,” he commanded huskily. “Show me how you do it.”
“I… I don’t know if I can.”
I felt his large hand on top of mine as he started to guide me slowly. “You can do it, Winter, trust me. Come on, just show me exactly how you like it, baby.” He pushed my fingers inside of my lips. “There you go, just like that, show me how you rub it.”
I started moving my fingers slowly back and forth. “Like… like that?”
“Yeah,” he egged me on. “Is that how you do it, Winter? Is that how you rub your tight little pussy when you get off?” I heard his pants unzipping and his breath speeding up a few seconds later.
He was touching himself!
The thought sent a thrill in and out of bones. This was turning him on. I was turning him on! I started rubbing faster, more determined to give him a show.
“Oh, yeah, how does that feel?”
“It feels… good,” I admitted.
“It looks good, you bad girl,” he groaned. “Come on, Winter, stick your fingers up inside of that pretty pussy and show me how you can finger yourself. I know you can do it, you’re bad enough.” He guided me with his words, getting me to do exactly what he desired.
I could feel my juices starting to fall down my thighs, my pussy felt so slick and wet. I could barely keep my fingers from slipping out of my slit and they were covered in layers of layers of juices already.
I heard him moan along with me as I slipped one finger and then two inside of my tight little hole and started to push back and forth. It felt so good, the more I thought about him touching himself as he watched, the wetter I grew.
“Faster, Winter, faster!”
I obeyed, rubbing myself raw and praying like hell he was going to cum as fast as I was. I was going so hard that my hand was starting to ache but I didn’t care. I was too turned on to care. My knees were shaking and moans were escaping from my mouth louder than I thought possible.
“YES!” he screamed. “YES! FASTER! KEEP GOING!”
He didn’t have to tell me twice, I picked up the pace even more, surrendering to the power of my body and the release of tension that was so natural and that I deserved.
“You’re thinking about me, aren’t you, pet?” he panted heavily, his own stroking picking up with mine. “You’re thinking about me as you rub up and down on that tight little slit like the bad girl you are?”
“Yes,” I admitted breathlessly. “You, only you.”
“Say it again.”
“I think about you when I touch myself, master.” My body was trembling all over now, growing just to the point of no return. I was going to cum, I was going to cum so hard.
“Yeah you do, you’re fucking nasty, Winter.” He chuckled. “You think about me and touch yourself like a little fucking slut. You’re my little slut baby, did you know that?”
“Yes! Yes!” I screamed. “I’m your little slut?”
“Does my little slut want to cum?”
“Oh, fuck, yes!”
“Say please then.”
“Please,” I moaned. “Please, master, can I cum?”
His hand was around my neck, pulling my lips to his within seconds. “I want you to say my name when you cum, Winter, over and over again until every drop of sweetness is out of you. Do you understand?”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Good. Then fucking cum!” He kissed me again. “Cum now!”
“Caden!” His words flew my body over the edge and my orgasm started escaping. “Oh, fuck, Caden. Caden, I’m cuming!” My thighs shook heavily and finally, relief filled my build up. “I’m cuming so hard, Caden!” I exploded all over my hand and thighs. “Caden. Caden. Caden.”
He grabbed my hand when I was all cleaned out and stuck it into his mouth, sucking off all my juices as my body returned to normal. After my breathing was calmer he reached up and removed the tie from my eyes. It took a second for my eyes to get used to the light again but when they did I was all too aware of the fact that he was still holding his fully enlarged cock and looking at me in glee.
“You didn’t… you didn’t cum?” I asked in confusion.
Caden titled his head to the side and shot me that dangerous smile I had seen a million and twelve times over the years. The look that told me whatever he would say next was sure to shock me in ways I didn’t see coming. Sure enough, he didn’t disappoint.
“Oh, pet,” he purred. “The only place I’m coming is inside of you.”
And then he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.