“I'll do anything,” she insisted. “Anything you say. Anything you want. I'm yours. Yours to command. Yours to fuck. Please, I need you inside of me so bad.”
Cain nodded again, satisfied. “There's a condom in the pocket of my jeans. Get it and open it.”
Missy reached over to Cain's pocket, feeling around inside until her fingertips brushed the jagged edge of the wrapper. She took the condom out and tore the wrapper open, holding the latex disc between thumb and forefinger.
“Put it on me,” Cain said.
Missy placed the condom on the tip of Cain's penis, rolling it all the way down his shaft until it was snug.
“Good,” said Cain, his eyes burning into hers. “Now get on top of me.”
Missy straddled Cain, her wet folds barely brushing the tip of his cock. She rubbed against him for a few dizzying moments before bringing herself down over him, feeling his shaft plunge deep inside her. He was bigger than anyone she'd been with before, and she’d never felt so full. She bit her lower lip, moaning loudly.
“Oh God,” Cain hissed, closing his eyes in ecstasy and leaning back. His good arm had been propping him up, but now he let his back sink to the linoleum floor. Grabbing her hair, he pulled Missy’s head to his.
“You like being my bitch, don’t you?” he murmured into her mouth. “It’s the only time you fucking shut up and do as you’re told—when you’re stuffed full of my cock.”
As if agreeing with him, she found she couldn’t speak. She could only moan as she moved on top of him, feeling him go deeper and deeper.
His hips moved with hers as he thrust into her. “God, that's it,” he encouraged. “Fuck me.”
Missy felt something like molten lava flooding her body below the waist. She'd never felt anything so intense before, and she let it carry her away—a tidal wave of pleasure that she'd happily drown in. She thought she'd been satisfied with the men she'd dated before, but she'd never been in the grip of anything so powerful and primal before.
She never wanted it to end.
She shuddered and arched her back, feeling Cain's climax a moment before her own as she came for the second time in ten minutes. Seconds later, the condom was discarded and they were tangled together in a sweaty heap of limbs, the sound of their breathing echoing against the walls and floor of the kitchen.
Chapter 31
Missy
After a few moments, Missy picked herself up from the floor and started putting her clothes back on. A thick silence hung between her and Cain. After having thrown themselves so fully into the roles of dominant and submissive, it seemed that neither of them wanted to be the first to return to normal conversation and break the spell that still lingered in the air like the scent of their passion.
Finally, once she had all of her clothes back on, Missy turned to Cain. “Need help getting up?”
Cain took a deep breath. “Sure,” he said. “Thanks.”
Missy clasped his hand in hers and braced herself, pulling him to his feet. He let out a short groan, but overall, he seemed to be moving a bit more easily. She remembered that she had brought him pills just a short while ago, but looking at the way he stood and carried himself now, she knew it was more than that. The pills had often seemed to dull his senses and make his body look like it was sagging under a heavy weight, but now his eyes were bright and alert, and his shoulders were squared.
Maybe the sex helped, Missy thought. Maybe the most important step in his recovery was being allowed to feel like he was a real man again. Someone who's in charge of his own life, instead of just a victim recovering from his injuries.
“So you're going to talk to Christina now?” Cain asked.
“Uh-huh. But first I'm meeting up with Hunter to pick up some extra protection.” This reminded Missy of something and she reached down, picking the condom up from the floor and depositing it in the trash. She washed her hands briskly in the sink.
“Well, just be careful out there, okay?” said Cain. “Keep one eye over your shoulder for Gaspar's guys. They could show up anywhere, at any time...”
Missy felt a spark of anger and she spun around to face him. “Let's clear something up right now, pal,” she said. “I'm fine with crawling around on the floor and acting submissive for you, but that doesn't mean that when I get up I'm still going to let you treat me like some kind of whipped bitch, okay? Right now, I can take care of myself a hell of a lot better than you can, and if you don't believe me, you can ask that fat prick I killed at the Shop-N-Stop what kind of moves I've got—or better still, ask Marian. So I don't need a lot of patronizing crap from you about what a defenseless little woman I am.”