Missy lowered herself to her knees before him. When she was close enough, Cain snaked his good arm behind her back and moved his head down. With his hot mouth, he kissed her left breast, and she felt the area between her legs become wet again, the trickle dancing deliriously down her inner thigh until she thought she might collapse into a puddle before him.
He took her nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue against it and drawing a moan from her.
“Now your jeans,” Cain instructed.
Missy stood up and turned around again. She undid the button and zipper, hooking her thumbs into the waistline of her panties and slowly sliding them down her legs along with her jeans. Cain watched as she exposed her ass, thighs, and calves, inch by inch, until the jeans were around her ankles and she stepped out of them. She looked over her shoulder at Cain with eyes that dared him to command her again.
“Turn around,” said Cain.
Missy turned around, revealing the thin strip of dark hair over her pussy. A strand of hair fell across her eye and she brushed it away, feeling his eyes blazing over her body like a wildfire consuming a forest.
“Have you ever thought about me when you touched yourself?” he asked.
The question surprised her, and she could feel herself blushing even more hotly. She wanted to lie, to maintain some scrap of her strength and independence before him—but from the look in his eyes, she could see that her mind was as naked to him as her body was. Before she could even begin to think of another answer, her lips parted and she said, “Yes.”
“Then fucking show me,” Cain challenged her. “Show me how you get yourself off when you think of me.”
Missy's hand trembled as it drifted down between her legs, stroking her folds gently before pressing a fingertip against her clit. She began to rub it in a circular motion, never taking her eyes off his. Every muscle in his body seemed tense with arousal as he watched her stroke her clit rhythmically, breathing harder with each passing second.
When Missy's breath started to come in sharp gasps and she felt herself sliding toward the edge of climax, she slid two fingers inside herself and pressed against her G-spot, plunging over the precipice.
As she came, she let out a loud cry, fighting to remain standing even as her knees felt like they were turning to water under her.
Cain nodded slowly. “Good. Now get down on your hands and knees.”
Missy couldn't believe her ears. He wanted her down on all fours like a dog. From anyone else, the idea of this would have seemed silly at best, insulting and degrading at worst. But her legs were already feeling too weak to support her for much longer, and she was amazed to discover that some black and twisted root inside her soul wanted this. She wanted to be his pet, his toy, whatever he needed her to be.
Slowly, deliberately, Missy lowered herself to her hands and knees on the kitchen floor. Her eyes were still on Cain's face, searching for his approval and finding it.
“Fucking crawl to me,” Cain demanded. “Crawl like a bitch in heat.”
Missy did as she was told, slinking across the floor until she was directly in front of Cain. She peered at him expectantly. Her pussy was still wet and she felt her labia parting as she stuck her butt in the air, eager to be penetrated. She stole a glance at his crotch and saw that his cock was pressing against his jeans, waiting to be released.
“Now unzip me,” Cain commanded, undoing the button on his jeans.
Missy reached out with one hand, but Cain shoved it away.
“With your teeth.”
Missy's heart slammed against her ribcage like a trapped bird as she moved her head forward. She took his zipper between her teeth, and felt the greasy, coppery taste of metal against her tongue as she pulled it all the way down.
“Pull them off of me,” said Cain.
Missy hooked her fingers through Cain's belt loops and dragged his jeans down his legs, tossing them aside. His cock stood straight up, quivering expectantly after being released from its confinement.
“Do you want me?” Missy asked breathlessly.
“I want to hear you beg,” Cain answered with a voice like cold iron.
She hesitated.
“Beg for it,” he insisted. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”
Missy had never begged anyone for anything in her life, and she'd never expected to. But when she opened her mouth, she was surprised at how easily the words tumbled from her lips.
“Please,” Missy implored, her voice trembling in her throat. “Please, please let me fuck you. Baby, please. I'll do anything.”
“What will you do for me?” he asked.