He looks at me with no emotions and begins to count. “One...Two...Three.”
Without wasting a second, I take off running down the high street, my heart racing with adrenaline.
I continue running, my lungs start to ache. The corset I’m wearing seems to constrict my breathing, making it harder to breathe. As I pass the stores, I glimpse my reflection in the glass windows, my sweaty face and messy hair reflecting at me.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter escapes my lips as I realize I’m nearing the end of the street. Then, I hear a sharp, authoritative voice thundering, “Times up!” The sound echoes down the street, setting my nerves on edge.
Before I can react, the street lights up with flashing blue and red lights. I squint and make out Cain, who has jumped into his police car and is speeding away down the street. My heart races with a mix of anger and frustration. I know he’s cheated in our little game. Without thinking, I kick off my heel and catch it in my hand, feeling its weight and heft. I take aim and hurl it at the car’s windshield with all my might. The heel strikes the glass with a loud thud, and I can’t help but shout, “YOU FUCKING CHEAT!”
The screeching of tires fills the air as the car executes a swift handbrake turn. It comes to a stop near me and I quickly kick off my other heel, feeling the cold pavement beneath my bare feet. Panic sets in as I hear footsteps rapidly approaching from behind. Suddenly, I feel a strong grip on my waist, lifting me from the ground.
I struggle and kick out, shouting at him in anger, “You cheat!”
Cain sets me down on the ground, and I can feel the sharp pain on my feet. I think they are bleeding from the running I did barefoot.
He places a hand on my chest and pushes me against the police car before tightening the handcuffs in front of my body. I’m panting heavily, trying to catch my breath.
“You cheated. And handcuffs, again?” I hiss.
He remarks sarcastically, “I guess I forgot to mention the rules of the game.”
He pulls the car door open and a sudden gust of wind hits me, almost knocking me off balance. He grabs my arm firmly and pushes me inside the car. I stumble and fall back onto the cushioned back seat, feeling the softness of the leather against my skin.
Cain slides into the backseat and the door creaks shut, sealing us inside. I am lying there, gasping for air, feeling utterly drained and exhausted from the intensity of what just happened.
“I’m sorry, princess... but you lost the game,” Cain says as he slowly takes off his belt and throws it to the floor, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. I try to catch my breath, my heart pounding as I stare at him defiantly.
“I didn’t lose. You cheated, Cain,” I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Despite my attempt to sound confident, I can feel the fear creeping up inside me, knowing I am completely at his mercy.
The leather of the backseats creaks and groans, filling the car with an eerie symphony of unsettling noises.
Cain’s body leans down, pressing against mine, as he starts kissing my neck. I feel his hot breath on my skin, and I try to push him away, but he’s too strong.
“Go to hell,” I say, my anger rising with each passing second.
“Oh, I will. However, you are coming with me, princess,” he says in a deep and rich voice, followed by a chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.
I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body. He grabs my handcuffed hands and pulls them up, pressing them against the cold metal of the car door. As we breathe heavily, the windows of the car fog up, creating a hazy atmosphere around us.
“I fucking hate you!” I exclaim.
“Yeah, well, I’m not too keen on you right now, either.”
Cain swiftly removes his police vest and tosses it to the front seat of the car. Now, in nothing but his police polo shirt and black trousers, he kneels between my legs and surveys the scene before him with a focused intensity. The fabric of his shirt clings to his skin, damp with sweat from the moment’s tension.
With a hushed voice, I turn to him and ask, “What do you plan to do now, ay?”
As I speak, Cain reaches out to the seat belt behind me, grasping it tightly and pulling on it suddenly. My heart skips a beat as I watch him, letting out a nervous gulp as I brace for whatever might happen next.
With a firm grip, he lifts my head from the backseat and deftly wraps the seat belt around my neck.
“Mine,” he growls with a menacing tone, his voice laced with a hint of cruelty. Despite the fear that grips me, I cannot help but feel turned on. It’s unsettling, yet I cannot deny the rush of adrenaline that courses through my veins.
“I don’t want you,” I taunt.
“I don’t care. You belong to me…”
The seat belt constricts around my neck like a cruel vice, cutting off my air supply as I let out a desperate moan. Cain’s hands move with swift precision, descending to the front of my corset and gripping it tightly in his grasp.
With a forceful tug, he pulls the fabric apart, the metal clips releasing with an abrupt pop that echoes through the confined space. My breasts spill out, exposed to his hungry gaze, my rosy nipples puckering with anticipation in the cool air.
Cain leans in, his breath hot against my skin as he brings his mouth to my nipples, his lips parting to envelop them in a sensual embrace. A shiver runs down your spine as his tongue darts out, swirling around my sensitive flesh.
The conflicting emotions swirl within me. I know I shouldn’t be enjoying this; I shouldn’t be giving in to the illicit pleasure that Cain’s touch evokes within me.
He seems to relish in my torment, the sly smirk on his lips growing wider with each passing moment as if he can sense the turmoil raging within my soul.
With a cruel twist of his hands, Cain tightens the seat belt around my neck once more, the pressure intensifying. A chilling realization of the power he holds over me, leaves me gasping for breath.
“Cain…” I breathe.
Without warning, he lets go of the seat belt, moves his hand to my fishnet tights, and rips them open. He pushes my skirt up to my stomach and pries my legs open with his knees.
I prop one foot on a headrest while the other gently grazes the car floor.
“Spit in my hand,” he demands.
Cain hovers his hand near my mouth and I spit on it.
