The Three Rs (14 page)

After we finished eating Cain went back downstairs to clear up, insisting that I should stay where I was and rest. He was soon back, offering me more painkillers, and expressing the view that we could both do with an early night. It was only ten o’clock, and I was not in the least sleepy after my power nap earlier, but I couldn’t find a way to persuade him otherwise. I offered to take myself off to my room, the spare room, but he was having none of that. He supervised my medication then undressed quickly, clearly intending to slide in beside me. I tried not to stare too openly, but he really is extremely good to look at. His body is firm, hard, toned by work and exercise, the muscles flex sensuously as he moves. He seems totally comfortable with nudity, and I had ample chance to admire his rather fine bum as he strolled around the room putting his clothes into the washing basket, plugging his phone into its charger, setting the alarm, turning off lamps and generally sorting things out. He’s tidy, efficient in a way I can’t come close to, though he doesn’t seem inclined to insist I keep to his house rules. I’m not so sure the same tolerance will apply at work.

Now, it’s after one in the morning, and I’m wide awake. I’m listening to Cain’s gentle, even breathing alongside me and know he’s been asleep for hours. His leg is heavy, flung casually across mine, but I don’t want to disturb him by moving. And in any case, I rather like it there. His cock is nestling against my bum, bared now as the T-shirt has ridden up. He’s not erect, but still an imposing presence and I’m optimistic that the morning will at least bring some interesting developments in that department. As long as he doesn’t think I’m still unwell.

Now, that’s an idea. I could pretend to be not well, claim some lingering effects of my headache, and surely he’d insist I take the day off. I consider that plan for a few moments but dismiss it quickly. It would only be delaying the inevitable. No, I need to convince him that I can contribute, I need to satisfy his insistence that I shoulder my share of the workload, but just not in the office. The problem is, I’ve absolutely no idea what to suggest I do instead, Maybe I
am
just plain useless.

My thoughts continue in that vein for the next three hours or so, until I eventually slip into a light doze.

* * * *

I’m awakened, what feels like just moments later by the insistent trilling of Cain’s phone. It’s the alarm, set for six-fifteen. I’m used to being an early riser—school cleaners don’t get to lie in as a rule—but after no more than a couple of hours sleep, I’m wrecked. I groan and try to shove my head under the pillow as Cain rolls over and reaches for the offending article. He silences the din, then turns to me.

“No use hiding under there. I know you’re awake. You have been all night.”

So much for him being asleep.

I drag my face out into the light. He’s switched on the bedside lamp, and there are faint slivers of daylight filtering through the curtains. He’s leaning up on one elbow, looking down at me. He really is absolutely beautiful. How can anyone look so—delicious—at quarter past six on a Monday morning? It’s all I can do not to lick my lips.

“Do you feel well enough to come to work today?”

I knew it. Now’s my chance.
“Yes. I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep that well. I’ll be sound after a few slugs of coffee.”

His smile is lazy and sexy and quite irresistible. “Is that a hint you want to kick me out of bed?” He shifts slightly, and his erection presses firmly against my thigh. I doubt even a nun would have kicked him out of bed at that moment.

“No. I mean, do we have time…?”

“Oh yes, we do indeed have time.” He lowers his body over mine and kisses me. I did at least manage a quick trip to the bathroom before I scrambled into bed last night so my teeth are clean. Well, cleanish. I consciously put any thoughts of morning breath aside as he deepens the kiss. He has no qualms, why should I? I run my fingers through his tousled bedroom hair, loving the rough silkiness against my skin. I’m soon exploring lower, trailing my palms along his shoulders and down his back to grasp his tight, slim waist. He’s not entirely idle himself, and my T-shirt is quickly pulled up to expose my breasts. Not satisfied with that, Cain breaks the kiss to remove my T-shirt altogether. He rolls it into a ball and chucks it across the room. Not always Mr Tidy, after all.

He fastens his mouth on my nipple, and I arch under him. He continues to suck, tugging my nipple and as much of my breast as he can take into his mouth. He increases the pressure, and I cry out. My hands are back in his hair as I clutch at him, holding him close. Closer. He continues to tease me with his mouth as he uses his hand to caress my other breast. He takes the nipple between his finger and thumb, pinches it firmly. I squeal, and he slants a questioning glance at me.

“Too hard?”

I shake my head. “No. Do it again. Please…”

He chuckles. “Okay. And please try not to interrupt, Miss Fischer.”

I take the hint and remain still and reasonably quiet, as he treats my breasts to a fine selection from his extensive repertoire—he sucks, flicks, nips, squeezes, scrapes his teeth across my nipples, biting gently. He firms and shapes my not especially ample curves as I fight not to wriggle. My breath is catching in little staccato bursts by the time he eventually transfers his attention to my belly button. I get the impression he doesn’t intend to dawdle there for long.

“Open your legs, please.”

I’m happy to oblige, bending my knees before allowing them to fall open, exposing me to his gaze. He shifts lower, props himself up on his elbow to get a good look.

“You’re looking very shiny and pink, Miss Fischer. Glistening, in fact. Are you wet for me already?”

I’m not sure if I’m supposed to answer, and in any case my arousal is quite, quite plain to see. I just wish he’d stop discussing it and fuck me.

“Miss Fischer?” His tone is hardening slightly, and I sense a warning shudder. I’m not ill anymore, he knows I’m not, and Cain is turning out to be something of a dominant presence in the bedroom. In any room, actually.

But here, now, naked and with my legs spread wide, I want him to devote his attention to pleasuring me rather than enforcing his will.

“Yes. I am. I think.” I answer quickly, hoping that perhaps he’ll drop this line of questioning and get down to what’s important.

“You think? Aren’t you sure, Miss Fischer?”

Uh-oh…

“I, yes, I’m sure I am.”

“Then why didn’t you say so? Are you being coy with me, Miss Fischer?”

“I didn’t mean to be. I just wasn’t sure… I mean…”

“Either you’re sure, or you’re not. Which is it?” His tone is stern now, low and insistent. Worse though, he’s making no move at all to touch me as I lie still, my thighs opened wide for his inspection.

I’m starting to feel extremely vulnerable, and somehow as though I’m at fault, though, I’ve no idea how that came about. If I knew what he wanted from me, I’d do it like a shot. I’d say whatever he wants me to say, as long as he puts his hands, his mouth on me soon. Or better still his cock deep inside me.

My pussy clenches at that delightful prospect, and my wetness increases. He must be able to see it dripping from between my folds. I lift my hips in silent invitation.

He smiles at me, his eyes glinting wickedly. He might be giving me a hard time just now, but his eyes promise much, much better to come.

“You know, Miss Fischer, yours is quite the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen…” His conversational tone is sharply at odds with the intimacy of the moment and his words. And such words! This is praise indeed. I start to relax. Slightly.

“Mmm, an exquisite little tush you have there. What should we do with it, do you think?”

Lick it, fuck it, do anything you damned well like with it. Please just do something, and do it now.

“Miss Fischer, such impatience. We’ll get around to all those things.”

Oh no, did I say all that out loud?
Apparently so. Cain is grinning at me, his expression now one of undiluted lust. “First though, I have a little toy you might like to try. Don’t move.”

He rolls easily and athletically to his feet then strolls across the room to the blanket chest. I remain where I am, my legs conveniently spread as he lifts the lid and rummages. I take the opportunity to admire his firm buttocks as he crouches by the chest, then the rippling muscles in his thighs as he straightens. He turns, and he has a vibrator in one hand, and what I think must be a tube of lubricant in the other. The silicone vibrator in a delicate shade of pale pink, looks somewhat on the large side. A glance at his swollen, hard cock as he returns to the bed convinces me that, on reflection, the vibrator is less impressive.

Cain comes back to the bed and tosses both items onto the duvet beside me. He sits on the edge, his back to me. He’s wholly concerned with my so-called exquisite little tush now as he casually leans forward to trail his index finger around the entrance to my pussy. He dips his fingertip inside, and my whole body lurches. He shoots a sharp glance back at me, over his shoulder.

“I told you earlier to keep still. I don’t want to have to tell you again.”

He’s removed his finger and my empty, abandoned pussy is spasming wildly in desperate protest. I’m ready to plead if that’s what it takes. It seems it’s not though. He turns back to his task, and now all I can see is his back and shoulders as he bends over me. He uses the fingers of one hand to part my folds, opening up the entrance to my pussy, and with his other hand calmly slips one finger back inside. I get the whole length this time, but his touch seems impersonal. He’s just checking, testing. Even so, my juices are flowing freely as he thrusts slowly, adding a second finger for good measure. Moments later he withdraws them again, and I could almost weep with frustration. He glances at me once more.

“What a perfect little slut you are, Miss Fischer. So hot and wet, and possibly ready. Do
you
think you’re ready?”

I nod quickly. Emphatically. “Yes. I am. Please…”

“Yeah, I think you’ll do.” He reaches for the vibrator, and the lubricant. His expression is considering, and he takes the time to slip two fingers back into my pussy to double check the wetness there. “I reckon I could pretty much swim in your cunt, you’re so wet now. We may not need the lube, but we’ll have a splash I think, just to make sure.”

He squirts a liberal amount onto his palm and proceeds to smear it all over the pink silicone, paying particular attention to the head. I should be more grateful for his attention to detail, I suppose, but at this moment I’m some way beyond coherent thought, and my manners have deserted me. I just want him to fill me. With anything. His cock preferably, but I’ll settle for battery-operated if that’s what’s on offer.

Satisfied that both me and the vibrator are prepared to his liking, Cain shifts his position slightly so that now he’s facing me, though still with an excellent view of my quivering pussy. He glances down, carefully opening me again with the fingers of his left hand, using his right to position the head of the vibrator inside me. Just the head, and he’s so achingly gentle I could scream.

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

His tone is soft now, no longer the fierce, uncompromising man and more the tender lover I prefer. Though only sometimes if I’m honest. The harsher version is lovely too, in his way. But for now that man has stepped outside the room, and Cain is all solicitous concern as he eases the slick silicone into my welcoming pussy. I sigh, my eyes closed in sheer ecstasy as the smooth edges slide along my sensitive walls. I grip tightly, seeking more friction, greedy for more sensation. My hips are moving involuntarily, thrusting slowly, then more firmly.

“Not yet, love. Keep still a moment longer.”

His voice is seductively reassuring, and I trust him. I lie still, my back arched in anticipation, as the vibrator slides all the way into me. It may not be as wide as Cain’s cock, but what it lacks in girth it makes up for in length, and I gasp as it nudges my cervix. Cain stops there, satisfied the toy is in place. He stands, walks to the end of the bed to look at me.

“That color suits you. Matches your pretty pink tush.” His grin is almost boyish now as he surveys his handiwork.

He winks at me before he strolls back to the chest, and I have a moment’s unease. What now? Surely there can’t be more…? He doesn’t open the chest though, just picks something up from on top. He turns back to me. I catch a flicker of movement in his right hand, then all sensible thought shatters.

The vibrator bursts into life, sending delicious ripples of quivering sensation the length of my pussy. I scream, actually scream out loud, my body jerking with the potency of it. It feels good, almost too good. Too intense. My instinct is to snatch at the vibrator, try to pull it out, but he’s there ahead of me and catches my hands before I can reach it. He pins them lightly at my sides and leans over me.

“If it’s too much, tell me.”

I gaze at him in dazed but awestruck shock. Too much? Nearly, perhaps. But not quite. Certainly not quite yet. My body relaxes, and my eyelids drift closed as I give myself over to the powerful rhythm pulsating through me. Each throb, each rippling shudder is exquisite. Cain’s grip loosens as he realizes I’m with him again, and loving this. He lies alongside me, and I roll over to nuzzle his chest. He strokes my hair, his fingers tangling in it as he whispers sweet words in my ear. “Is that good, baby?”