He caned my clit a total of three more times and by the final one, my tears seemed endless as my body lay slack over the railing. There wasn’t an ounce of fight left in me as I sobbed for him. All of me hurt. He had punished me so very thoroughly and it had fractured me. Between my legs burned with agony, as well as the backs of my thighs and the entirety of my naked bottom. He had said he was going to punish me, and he had promised me that he would break me.
He had been right.
I had broken and I had broken hard. I was hardly even aware of the tears streaming down my cheeks. None of that mattered. The bonds on my ankles were freed and I felt strong arms surround me as they lifted me off the balcony and brought me inside.
I sobbed.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I said this over and over again. I begged him to believe me.
“You’re forgiven, sweet girl. You always were,” he said firmly.
I felt small, vulnerable, and so incredibly shattered. Cain sat down in a plush armchair and pulled me into his lap, curling his arms around me in shelter. I should hate him. I should want to ruin him, but at the moment, the only thing I could was curl into his chest and take the shelter and protection he offered me.
“You’re safe, little girl. I’ve got you. You will always be safe with me,” he murmured, his words far more soothing than I anticipated. I sobbed into his shoulder, soaking the fabric of his shirt and he said nothing. The wetness between my thighs was probably leaving a mark on his pants, but he didn’t say anything about that either. Instead, he held me tight and offered me a safe place when nothing else seemed to be.
I don’t know how long I cried for. He held me tightly the whole time, allowing me to come to terms with that fact that I belonged to him in the most complete way imaginable. He’d shown me that. He hadn’t needed magic. He hadn’t even really needed brute force.
He had simply broken me with his fingers, his palm, and a very thin piece of wood.
He talked to me while he held me. He told me that I was safe, over and over until I believed him. I shook as he held me, crying out every last tear that existed within me. Eventually, my sobs dried up and still I trembled in his arms. I struggled to normalize my breathing and still, he kept comforting me. I almost didn’t recognize him in his gentleness, but right now, it was exactly what I needed.
“Would you like the chance to make it up to me, little girl?” he whispered tenderly. There was no urgency in his voice, and I found myself wanting to please him. It surprised me how much I wanted to do what would please him.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, my voice revealing just how much he had broken me.
“There’s my good girl,” he answered, and a jolt of pleasure made my heart pound to life. He grasped my chin and slowly brought his lips to mine, capturing me in a kiss that was so sweet, it made me melt. I returned his embrace, pressing my body against his. He was bigger and stronger than me. He’d proven that he could take control of me and do what he wished with me. Today, he’d taught me in the most thorough away imaginable that I was his, but at the same time, there was a small part of me that knew that the lesson wasn’t over.
He’d broken me with a painful punishment.
Now it was time to fully claim me with his cock.
“Come now, little girl. It’s time to get on your knees and show me what a good girl you can be with that beautiful little mouth,” he directed. I swallowed nervously. I could feel the hardness of him against my hip and I licked my lips. He was so very big. He hadn’t used my mouth before. I was nervous for him to, but as he took my hand into his and helped me off his lap, I accepted that it was going to happen either way.
I was his to control and I was his to do with as he pleased and right now, he was going to fuck my mouth.
He carefully assisted me as I lowered myself to one knee and then the other. I swayed for a moment and he placed a steadying palm on my shoulder. He knelt down and caressed my face gently, taking his thumbs and wiping away the remainder of my tears. His eyes stared back into mine and I could have sworn I saw a certain warmth that hadn’t been there before. He almost looked sweet and another piece of my heart melted for him.
“Good girl,” he said firmly and for the first time since he returned, I felt myself smile. “You’re so beautiful like this, little girl,” he added, tracing the line of my lips with the pad of his thumb. “I like it very much when you smile for me and I like it even better when I make you smile myself.”
I blushed, unused to his praise. I dropped my gaze.
“Never be afraid to look at me,” he instructed, his tone soft and soothing. I sucked in a breath as I did exactly that, finding a warm adoration in his eyes. “You’re mine, sweet girl, and I take care of what’s mine.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, and he stood back up in front of me. Silently, he freed his cock and I took a long moment to admire his sheer size. He was enormous and hard as a rock. I licked my lips, nervously considering the fact that I was about to take him in my mouth. He could have used force to take me this way, but he wasn’t. In fact, I wanted to do it. I wanted to please him.
I opened my lips, edging forward hesitantly toward his cock. Nervously, I took just the head of him between my lips. I had to open even wider to fit all of it inside me. Tentatively, I swirled my tongue around him. The taste of him washed across my mouth, masculine and strong, salty and sweet. I found that I liked it and I suckled at him harder to get more of it. I closed my lips around his length, bobbing my head back and forth as I showed him that I was sorry and that I was ready to make it up to him.
I tried to take him a bit further inside my mouth until he hit the back of my throat and I pulled back as I gagged unexpectedly. His hand caressed my cheek as he allowed my gentle explorations. His fingers massaged at the back of my head before he tightened them into a fist, pulling my hair an
d taking back control in the same motion. I cried out as pain blossomed across the back of my skull and I struggled for a few seconds.
His fingers squeezed tight, punishing in their cruelty, but at the same time, my pussy throbbed, and my nipples hardened into little peaks. Even though most of my body was sore and spent from my breaking, my desire to orgasm surged back to life, just as strongly as it had when he’d first touched between my thighs tonight. Only right now, I was even more soaked than I was back then.
My hips rolled toward him, reacting to his bold dominance whether I wanted to or not. He thrust into my mouth and pulled back, before pushing even deeper into my throat. He made me take all of his cock and at first, I panicked as I tried to figure out how to breathe around his thick girth. I quickly made myself learn to time my intake of air when he pulled out of my mouth. Once I realized that, my panic lessened and I was able to open my throat for him. He thrust deeper and deeper, each one as punishing as the last. By the end of the night, I know that I was going to be far sorer than I was already. I was anxious for that, but at the same time, I was also incredibly aroused.
I wanted more. I needed it.
“Before I’m through with you, little girl, I’m going to mark every last hole with my seed. I want you to have zero doubt that you’re mine. I want you to remember it and I aim to make sure that you do,” he growled as he thrust into my mouth. “You will answer me even though your mouth is full of my cock.”