A Jade's Trick (Lilly Black's Jaded Series Book 1) (42 page)

"Not anymore," he corrects me with a laugh.

"Because I've changed you overnight," I say, rolling my eyes yet again.

"Because you've changed me overnight, and I have absolutely no desire to even touch another woman...unless it's at your command," he adds with a wink.

"Unfortunately for you, I won't be in command any time soon because of those three nasty, little words that are so important to you," I balk as I turn to face him, my arms snaking around his neck.

"I could make an exception.  I do have a birthday coming up, you know."

"If a threesome is the gift you're expecting from me, you're going to be sorely disappointed," I say.

"You could never disappoint me," Cain says, pinning me against the wall, and suddenly I lose all interest in talking.

With Nicole out of the apartment, I don't have to worry about being quiet, which is good because I don't want anything distracting Cain.  As long as his mind is on sex, he's not worrying about all of the stress that walked into his life this morning at 7:05.

"This really turns me on," he says.  Having yanked off my clothes, he stands on his knees before me ogling the plain, surgical steel ring with the hematite bead.  I can't switch it out for over a month and though Cain isn't allowed to touch it until then, as he kisses around it, I see that it will be a constant source of temptation and self-denial for him.

"I can't wait to put in a new ring, something platinum, sparkling, maybe dangling..." he trails off, and I give him a moment before dragging him into the bedroom to get him naked, too.  I push him onto his back on the bed so I can see this tattoo, having forgotten all about it last night after I accidentally cut him, and in that subtle dip where the muscles of the abdomen meet the hip on his left side, I find it.  I love this spot on him, how it feels when I'm touching him there when we're lying in bed at night, and now it will forever have my mark upon it.  I flip on the bedside lamp for a second, and though still reddish and swollen, I can make out the small, perfectly drawn version of the chastity belt key in indigo blue.

"I love it," I say, looking up at Cain from where I'm rested on my stomach between his legs.  "What do you think?"

"It's perfect, but you do realize what permanently marking me as yours means, don't you?" 

I shake my head no.

"It means that you can never leave me," Cain says.

"Oh, it does?" I ask playfully.

"Uh-huh, and it means that you have to let me always take care of you." 

"I guess I can live with that..."

"And it means that you have to fall in love with me."

"Oh, really?"

"Really," he says, very matter-of-factly, smiling as he looks down at me, and I wonder if he's trying to coax me into saying it first.
 
My issues won't let that happen, but hearing it one time from him is all it will take for the floodgates to burst open.  Then I realize that maybe he can't say it first.  He can't even admit that he cared about Elizabeth, and he was going to marry her.

Is my strong, dominant, otherwise fearless Cain afraid of those three little words?
The thought makes me smile as I gently trace the outline of the tattoo with my fingernail.

"Do you know what else my mark on you means?" I ask him.

"It means I'm yours."

"Uh-huh, but it also means I
make the rules." 

"Oh, you do?"

"I do."  I kiss him just under the tattoo.

"Not without the words, you don't," he warns.

"Oh, don't I?" I ask as I grasp his already rigid cock firmly in my hand, taking the head in my mouth and pulling it back out quickly.  He moans.  "Who makes the rules?"

"You do, Domina," he humors me.

"And are you going to make me call Lucy to get the riding crop from the dungeon, or are you going to be a good boy just because I ask you to?"

"I'm going to be whatever you want me to be, Domina," Cain says, surprising the fuck out of me.  I love it when this man calls me Domina in a voice that says he's powerless against my spell, and though my dominion over him is entirely contingent upon his whims, it's mine now, resonating through me, settling deep inside.

"Good boy," I say, luring him to his feet with a come-hither finger motion.  The curtains Nicole and Caleb left open have given me a naughty idea.

Killing the lights, I lead Cain to the wall of glass overlooking the city.  Facing outward with him behind me, I spread my legs and lean forward, rubbing myself against him.  I don't think anyone can actually see us, but the possibility of it drives me wild as I invite him to fuck me in front of downtown San Diego.

"God, you're so wet," Cain breathes as he slides his cock inside me.  My tits pressed against the cold glass as he begins fucking me, he slams my body into the window again and again, and though it's only an illusion, it feels like each thrust brings us closer to shattering the glass and plunging to our deaths, bound as one eternally.  In the end, only I shatter, falling to pieces as I cry out from a devastating orgasm, my whole body trembling and spent, but Cain doesn't stop.  He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto his cock, fucking me savagely until he joins me, crying out as he bores into me, crushing me against the window.  When he collapses, his face lost in my hair, his breath heavy against my neck, I know nothing in the world could amplify the bliss of this moment short of three little words.

Cain and I talk into the night.  He isn't going to the office tomorrow on his attorney's advice, and as we discuss Trent, Elizabeth, and the cops, I know I'm going to have to bring up my concerns about the investigation.

"Baby, I don't want you to worry about anything," Cain says.  "I'll talk to Trent tomorrow about what those bitches are saying, and if I have to, I'll set Sunny straight myself."

"Doing that would only draw more attention to us," I argue.

"The only attention we need to avoid is the press.  It doesn't matter what the cops think of us.  We can't be arrested for a crime we didn't commit no matter what lies Sunny tells."

"People get wrongly convicted all the time," I say, terrified of the police thinking we're involved, fraught with a sense of gratuitous guilt as the secret of my past makes me seem as if I am hiding something when I am telling the truth.  I always fear I won't be believed.

"The police are just doing their job, but if you don't trust them to do it right, Trent will make sure they do.  And if you don't trust him, trust me." 

"I do," I say, my forehead against his as we lie facing each other on the bed, "but I think Sunny wants the police to think you killed Elizabeth."

"When they finish processing all of the DNA, Sunny will be shown to be just what she is - a bitter, lying cunt."

"But Cain, our DNA is at the scene," I finally blurt out.  He looks confused for a second, but when he remembers the stain, in typical Cain fashion, he composes himself and handles it like only he can.

"Well, looks like we're going to have to tell the detectives about fucking in the dressing room, too," he says with a smirk.

"It's not funny, Cain.  We could be in serious trouble."

"Don't worry, baby.  I'll tell Trent about the dress.  Pierce from Entrance will be able to confirm that you tried it on, and that nosy bitch probably knows what we did in there, too.  It's the only place they'll find my DNA on Liz, end of story."

"I hope you're right," I say with an exhale.

"I am right," he assures me, kissing me on the nose.  "And I don't want to hear anything more about it." 

"Okay, but you probably don't want to talk about the other subject on my mind right now either."

"Try me."

"Nicole.  She's not like me, Cain.  She believes in romantic fairy tales, but your brother never will leave his wife for her, will he?" I ask, and he sighs.

"I know he wants to.  He has for a long time, but he can't.  If he leaves her, he walks away with nothing."

"But even if he has to leave with nothing and pay her alimony, surely he still makes enough money to have a nice..."

"There won't be any alimony," Cain says, "because there won't be any income." 

Catherine Ballantyne was not always the family matriarch.  Though her mother had died before Cain was born, his grandfather ran the distillery and controlled the money until Cain was nine.  When he passed, everything went to his two daughters - the manor, the business, cars, yachts, vacation homes, etc.  Catherine's sister Stephanie, whom the boys call Aunt Stevie, wanted the family estate most of all, so she made a deal with Catherine.  Stevie got the mansion, and Catherine got the Asgård distillery.  Though I don't know what this has to do with Caleb's marriage, I'm still fascinated to learn the family history.  It seems Catherine has been a self-serving bitch for as long as Cain can remember because the mansion she gave her sister came only with expenses while the distillery was the source of income, so Stevie's worth dwindled, eventually forcing Stevie under Catherine's thumb as well. But there was still hope for Steph.

The trust funds their grandfather had set up for the four boys before his death began paying out in small increments when they were kids, and as the boys grew, so did their allowance.  Caleb did not heed the advice their father gave them about investing, pissing it away, and when all remaining funds became available upon graduation from college, he took a gamble and lost it all, forcing him to work for his mother at the distillery and become financially beholden to her.

"And Caleb was perfectly content to live in his misery," Cain says, "until he met Nicole."

"So he's never cheated?  Not even a one night stand or a call girl?" 

"I don't think he's ever even considered it before."

"Be honest with me, Cain.  I don't want to let Nicole become just another notch on some rich asshole's bed post."  As I say this, I realize that based on their pasts, I'm the one more likely to end up a notch.  "Nicole wouldn't have the balls to kill him like I would if some playboy did that to me."

"She won't...and neither will you," Cain says, knowing exactly what is going through my head.  "Besides, we're talking about a guy who won't even agree to a massage with a happy ending."

"Hooking up with my friend is a little different than getting a
blowjob
from a masseuse," I say dismissively.

"A happy ending is not a blowjob."

"Then what is it?"

"A handjob."

"Well, that's just stupid.  Why would you pay for that?" I ask, incredulous.  Cain is amused with my naivety.

"I wouldn't, but the point is, my brother even contemplating cheating with Nicole is a major step for him."

"You know what Caleb needs?" I ask as the thought suddenly comes to me.  "A dungeon."

"I've thought about that, but I would never broach the subject with him unless he has a girl on the side because I'll be goddamned if I would put the idea of letting Arianna dominate him in his head."

"I meant that he needs to be the Dom."

"But that's not the way it would go down with Arianna.  The bitch has completely emasculated him.  He has to drop thousands of dollars at Grohl's just to get her to fuck him, and judging by her reaction to your jewelry Saturday night, I'd say she hasn't fucked him in a long time." 

"Speaking of which, you didn't really buy those, did you?" 

"I did, and I don't want to hear another word about it."

"Not even thank you?"

"Oh, I think a simple thank you for those isn't nearly enough."

"You're lucky I don't have my riding crop here," I threaten.

"I can send for it," he calls my bluff.

"Not until you to get me a case for it so it can be carried it back and forth discretely."

"It will be done, Domina."

"Good, then maybe tomorrow night, if Trent says we're safe, we could spend some time in the dungeon."

"And that's where your command ends, little girl," Cain informs me, and I scowl.

"When I finally say it, I'm really going to fuck you up," I warn.

"I'm sure you are," he says with a laugh.  "That reminds me.  When we were negotiating the limits of our arrangement, there was something we missed." 

"Yeah?  What was it?" I ask, but Cain hesitates before answering me.

"Blood," he finally says.

Ewww!

"I only take the sugar pills every three months. I think you can go twelve days a year without..." 

"Are you talking about your...uh..."

"Period?"  Looks like Mr. Evan Can't Be in Charge Until She Says the "P" Word has a "P" word of his own.

"No!  Fuck, no!" he shudders.

"Excuse me?" I demand, his reaction pissing me off.

"I just meant I'm not talking about that kind of blood."

"Bullshit!  You we're visibly creeped out."

"It was a kneejerk reaction.  It made me think of Liz...."

"That does not make it better!"

"Because," he says emphatically, "she would always say it was the only time I could fuck her without a condom.  It pissed me off that she was trying to manipulate me into doing something I didn't want to do, but I don't feel the same way about you."

"You filthy liar," I hiss with an eye roll.

"It's just a part of you, Evan, and nothing about you could ever turn me off."

"Okay then, I'll start taking the sugar pills right now," I threaten.

"Try me," he challenges me.

"Shut up," I say, pushing him playfully.  He pushes back, starting a game that ends in him holding me so tight I can't possibly win.  He kisses me softly and moves me to lay on my side with my head against his shoulder.

"So tell me what you really meant," I say, twisting my head to look up into his eyes.

"Last night," he says hesitantly, "when you cut me with the knife...you licked away the blood..."

"You want me to...cut you?" I ask, disturbed yet aroused by the thought.

"I don't know.  It's not something I've ever thought about before, but when you kissed me with that slight metallic taste on your tongue, it...it turned me on."  He looks away shamefully, showing me a facet of himself I've never seen before, a facet I never thought existed.

"Yeah?"

"It's no big deal, just something that crossed my mind," he says dismissively.

"Sounds like something we should revisit when I'm in charge," I suggest, and when he smiles, I know that in the end, if he wants me to cut him, I will.  I just don't know if it would be cathartic or regressive for me.  I've cut before.