Rattled was an understatement.
I sat in abject silence for the majority of the ride back into the city.
Cain had been thoughtful enough to turn on music for us, allowing Mags to control the playlist. It was a cycle of show tunes and early R&B. Bouncing from one extreme to the other.
As the end to Defying Gravity was punctuated by Sasha’s songbird voice, the gentle synth piano of Boyz II Men began to strum. Mags took over with her stunning voice that was destined to sing along to songs like this.
I could feel the strong thud of my heart in my chest as I nibbled the back of my lip. As the car pulled to a slow stop in front of Sasha and Mags’ apartment, I leaned forward to pull my hair free of the bun that had grown quite messy by now. My long blonde hair fell behind me, and I sighed from the relief. I clutched the bobby pins tightly in my hand as I removed them, running my thumb over each as I listened to the crescendo of “I’ll Make Love To You”.
The car again began to move, and I had hardly even noticed that the other girls had got out.
I pulled myself back to reality from that place inside of my mind where I had disappeared to. Peace and tranquility juxtaposed by the low decrease in volume as Cain clicked the steering wheel’s volume control down.
“I wanted to apologize,if I upset you earlier.” He mumbled in his usual deep voice.
He never tells me what he is apologizing for.
Is it the way he didn’t stand up for me in front of Lorenzo?
Even though he knows that I hate actually participating in the act of giving my body to a person.
Was it that he didn’t push the Canaries away as they fawned over him?
“Why?” I asked flatly.
He glanced over at me for a small elapse of time, his eyebrows furling, “You make it seem like I have to apologize for existing.”
Well, THAT would be nice.
I crossed my arms and exhaled sharply through my nose.
He rolled his eyes, “I’m sorry for pinning you to the chair. You looked terrified of me for a minute. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to tease Sasha and Mags.”
My face flushed lightly, a pink dust covering my cheeks. “Oh.” This response triggers something in Cain… Something between frustration and anger, and he leaned his head back against the headrest behind him.
“You’re such a pain in the ass,” he reminds me, “why can you never be pleased with anything I say or do?”
“Have you thought about the fact that everything you say and do is annoying?” I shot back, turning away from him, if only to conceal the fact that my blush had spread to my neck.
Cain was silent, his foot growing heavier on the accelerator as the Charger roared a bit louder. I glanced at him in the reflection of my window and groaned loudly.
“Fuck!” I threw my head back against my own headrest. “I can’t fucking think straight!”
His eyes flash to me briefly in intrigue, but he didn’t speak. My apartment was approaching fast, and I couldn’t help but squirm. The discomfort from being blue balled by a dead guy was wrecking my brain.
I snatched my handbag from the floorboard and pulled the little silicon controller from within it, staring at it as Cain pulled into a parking space near the entrance to my building.
I nibbled the back of my lip for a moment before I gathered every bit of courage within me.
“Cain,” I started plainly.
He looked over at me, disengaging the ignition.
“Will you-” my voice cut off as I begin to feel panic surging within me, “I- um…”
Cain sighed but didn’t speak.
I groaned, “I can’t do it myself.” I muttered, the blush now heating the flesh of my chest, “I just… can you please help me?” I handed him the remote.
The man beside me sat silently, holding the remote in the palm of his hand.
His eyebrows raised in confusion as he ran his thumb along the silicon body.
After a moment, he looked at me… like really really looked at me.
His thumb hovered over the button.
“Why do you want me to help you?” Cain asked, his words felt different. I don’t think I had ever heard this tone from him.
Was it confusion?
Embarrassment?
I clasped my hands together in my lap and stared into the velvet on my evening gown, “I- I don’t really know…” I muttered truthfully.
He frowned, reaching over to grab the cuff of my wrist.
My heart leapt in anticipation… but as he turned my palm to face the sky, he placed the remote in my hand and folded my fingers around it.
“Get your roommate to do it.”
I don’t know what came over me, but I snatched my bag from the floor and shoved the remote into it. Without another word I was out of the car and halfway across the walkway to my building, bounding up the stairs. By the time I could bring myself to glance over my shoulder to where Cain had parked, he was gone. Like a ghost.
I hadn’t even heard the motherfucker leave!
Get your roommate to do it???
What the actual fuck?
Most men would leap at the opportunity to have a girl cum in the passenger seat of their car. I narrowed my eyes, rummaging through my bag to find my keys.
They weren’t there.
I groaned, feeling the heat of annoyance replace the blush as I pounded heavily on the door to my unit.
Finn ripped the door open.
“Fucking hell, Becca!” Finn shouted, rubbing his forehead. His brown hair covered his ears. He looked like an extra from The Walking Dead. Sunken eyes and pale skin with obvious blisters from picking.
I grimaced, shaking my head, “Sorry. I forgot my keys.”
“Don’t do it again. I was just about to go to bed.” He grumbled, walking away from the door and then stalking his way through the house to his bedroom.
The sound of his door finally slamming was somewhat of a relief.
I softly pushed the front door to the unit closed and secured the latch, then finally stepped through to my bedroom.
I locked my door and placed my handbag on the vanity chair.
I sat down on my bed with a huff, throwing my hands over my face in despair.
A brief reflection in the handheld mirror reminded me of how disgusting I looked at this moment, so I grabbed a pack of makeup wipes and returned to my place on the bed.
Why was Cain such a dick?
Why would he pin me to the car seat when he knew I was sexually frustrated?
All I could think about was the way his jacket sleeves covered the tattoos that I had seen so clearly earlier in the day.
The sound of his voice as he growled into my ear…
He had no idea what he did to me. And he had no idea how much I hated him for it.
I dragged a wet wipe across my face, feeling the cake of products peel away with each swipe. Eventually, the majority of it was off, but I felt exhausted with the idea of cleaning my face completely, so I tossed the pack of wipes on top of the the cluttered vanity beside me. Then I grabbed my smart watch from where I had placed, pulling it once again over my wrist.
The velvet of the dress was beginning to itch.
I stood, pulling it off over my head and staring at myself in the small circular reflection of the mirror. The leather and lace lingerie set complemented my body, and despite the darkness of residual eyeliner around my eyes, I felt pretty.
An image flashed to my mind of earlier at the Midnight Raven.
The way that Cain’s hands held me at a distance.
Pushing me away… but I still felt the sting of his hands on my hips. How he gripped at my flesh until I ripped myself from his grasp. The hunger in his eyes as I danced for him.
My core grew warm, and I glanced back at the remote that peeked out from within my bag. I plucked it up and stared at it.
“Will you help me?” I whispered into thin air.
Yes
I heard his voice mutter in the recesses of my mind. A smile arose on my face as I closed my eyes.
“I’ll strip for you,” I mutter, placing the remote on the plush top of my bed and grabbing my phone.
I scrolled through Spotify for a minute before finally selecting a song. As I set my phone down on the dresser, a soft thumping beat began to emit from the speakers. I swayed to the tune of the song, imagining Cain sat at the edge of my bed. His steely blue eyes examined me… His hands caressing my skin…
I removed the bralette, allowing for my boobs to fall.
I grabbed at them, squeezing their soft fat and twisting at my nipples.
Before long, I was slipping off my panties.
As I did, I removed the vibrator from the pouch where it lived and tossed the clump of lace and leather to the floor.
A towel was at the end of my bed.
I grabbed it just in case, laying it out across the blankets. I crawled on top and spread my legs, pressing the plus on the vibrator at the same time.
I imagined Cain holding it in his palm.
His thumb brushing over the soft silicone.
I pressed the lightly buzzing vibe to my throbbing clit.
The music swelled lightly as it grew to a crux.
My chest rose and fell and sweat began to bead in tiny droplets across my skin.
I bit my lip, imagining Cain between my legs. I increased the vibrations by three.
Toes curling, I imagined reaching my hand down to tangle in Cain’s brown hair… without that stupid beanie.
I reached that hand down, circling the soaking wet entrance to my pussy as I spread my lips with my fingers and plunged them deep inside myself, curling to search for the clump of nerves to which I was so accustomed..
The vibrator felt amazing, but I couldn’t help but pretend that my fingers were Cain’s.
Reaching inside of me.
Searching me.
I added a third finger and felt a moan raise to my lips as I hooked my fingers within me, scooping them as I pulled them in and out.
I imagined the way that Cain’s shirt would tighten against his broad shoulders as he fingered me, my heart leaping as I swore, and I could almost see him there for a moment…
My eyes rolled back in a lull of bliss as I placed the vibrator on my pelvis and reached for the remote, quickly increasing the speed to the max as it had been earlier in the evening. As it crashed in an unbearably strong vibration against my clit, all I could think of was Cain’s voice.
A deep growl sprung to memory.
Did that make you angry?
“Yes!” I called out in a hushed, breathless tone. I could feel his smirk against my skin, the pressure from his touch.
I could smell him.
I plunged my fingers deep inside of myself as I could sense the impending release of an orgasm. The music on my phone beside me stopped as my phone began to ring, the watch on my wrist began to hum.
I glanced over at it, cheeks hot and red as I fingered myself aggressively.
It was him.
It was fucking Cain!
Ecstasy flooded my body as I locked my eyes on his name. The slowly pulsing white letters of the call went unanswered. I let out a harsh moan, feeling my walls tighten quickly around my fingers.
The climax took hold of my entire body, and before I could move enough to switch the vibrator off, the call had declined.
I yearned for his touch. His voice.
But as the orgasm faded, I felt the weight of the world fall down upon me. I cleaned myself up, pulling on a pair of fluffy pajamas and crawling underneath my covers.
Cain hadn’t tried to call me again.
The frustration and pressure had been released, and I felt the eaves of sleep fall upon me.
The rays of early morning sun shone through the thin glass of my bedroom window, but the brilliant display of daylight wouldn’t be the cause for my waking. Instead, it was the rapturous noise of shattering glass from the living room.
I shot straight up in bed, my heart thumping against my ribcage as I threw the blanket off of me.
A moment of silence was followed by the sound of angry shouting.
I clutched my hand over my chest as I pushed the door open to my room just in time to see Finn with one of the kitchen chairs over his head. Glass covered the floor from the coffee table I had bought not even a month before.
Finn saw me, turned, and launched the chair in my direction.
“What the fuck!” I shouted, dodging the chair as it smashed into the wall beside me, partially embedding itself into the plaster, partially disintegrating.
Finn rushed, and a wave of panic coursed through me.
I pressed the screen of my watch repeatedly, just barely managing to press the shortcut I had programmed into it that would send out a message to my emergency contact as Finn tackled me to the ground.
“You little shit!” Finn shouted, his face red in a blackout rage, “How fucking DARE YOU touch MY phone! It is ruined because of you!”
Confusion poured through me as my watch began to vibrate, but Finn ripped it from my arm, throwing it across the room.
I screamed from both fear and adrenaline, and I noticed the taste of blood in my mouth; I must have bitten my tongue as I collided with the ground.
“I-I didn’t touch anything! You fucking PSYCHO!” I screamed in return, clawing at his chest to get him off of me.
I managed to get him good in the face with one of my acrylic nails, and he reached up to grab his face, peeling away his attention from me.
Finn reeled back and grabbed a lamp from the end table beside the couch, lifting it above his head before bringing it crashing down against the back of my skull as I tried to crawl away.
I felt the sudden explosion of pain, a warm wetness growing, and saw the shards of broken glass fall around me…
and then I saw nothing…