Chapter 9

H er plump ass with creamy skin is in the air, and her pussy is already glistening. She’s the perfect puppet that doesn’t even realize how perfect she is.

The way she treated me in the shower felt disingenuous. It was as if she had realized a bit of her power over me and was learning to use it. She needs to be put in her place before her ego grows too large.

Before she truly overpowers me.

If anyone was going to, it’s her.

I climb the steps behind her, smacking her right ass cheek and watching it waggle under my blow. A red welt forms, and I bite my lower lip until I taste blood.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Mezermizing when she listens.

“I need to teach you about who you’re fucking with, Grace. Teach you how a puppet behaves for her master, but I need you ready.”

She doesn’t say a thing, but when I bend and bury my face between her ass cheeks, she shies away, tugging it away from me.

“You. Are. Mine. Behave yourself.”

I almost didn’t recognize my voice as I ordered her to be still.

She breathes a heavy sigh as I drop my head once again, finding her clit from behind with my tongue and trailing it to her entrance. She’s slick with need, and I’m gobbling up her musky flavor.

She’s always ready for me, and it’s addicting.

She’s an addiction.

“Cain,” she says, her voice a bit shaky. She’s uncertain with my nose and mouth so close to her asshole. It’s a normal reaction when society likes to beat into women that they should have no smell, that they should always be prim and proper and ladylike.

I slide my tongue over her puckered little asshole, shoving two fingers inside her pussy. She presses back into my mouth, and I can’t help my grin.

There’s my filthy little fuck puppet.

I knew she was hiding in there somewhere.

I know she’s sore from earlier, but I need to ready her for what I’m about to do to her. Or I could damage her. If she were any other woman, I wouldn’t care.

I want to be delicate with her, however, even while I’m teaching her all about who Cain Mordova truly is .

“Relax for me, puppet. Let your master take care of you,” I coax, earning a breathy moan from her as I flick my tongue over her ass once more, feeling her walls ripple around my fingers as I fuck them in and out of her at an even pace.

I need her to be pliant. I need her to come for me so that her muscles are lax and ready for what comes next.

“Cain,” she whimpers as I add a third finger, stretching her as I lick her ass, sliding my tongue in and out of her tight hole, fucking her ass, feeling my fingers through the thin tissue dividing them.

I want to tell her it will be alright, but it’s not, not for her.

I’m going to push her limits. I’m going to shove her further than she thinks she can go.

When she comes apart, screaming my name and bucking on my fingers and tongue, I slide them out of her.

“Flip over on your back.” My voice is darker than she’s used to, and even with shaky legs, she does as she’s told quickly and efficiently, careful not to injure herself or tangle her remaining strings.

Lifting her slightly, I slide her head to the very edge of the side of the bed, grabbing the cuffs from the top and bottom of the bed and cuffing her wrists.

Her frantic eyes are a little less worried under the haze of her recent orgasm, and I work quickly to grab the lube from the dresser next to the bed.

I won’t let her come down. I can’t. I need her in this space as I show her just what my dark mind wants to do to her. Show her the fantasy I’ve repeatedly seen since I saw her pumping gas into her Honda Civic five days ago.

I squirt lube onto her swollen pussy and my hand, using a generous amount, and she watches with heady eyes.

I shove the three fingers I had already worked inside before back into her pussy, going deeper than I had before, letting my thumb work over her clit for extra friction.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers, tugging on her bindings and lifting her ass to fuck my fingers down deeper.

“You want more, puppet?”

She nods. “More.”

“Good. Because I’m going to give you so much more.”

I add my pinky finger inside her, cupping my fingers together like a beak inside her sideways, moving them in and out slowly as they stretch her.

Twice, I splay my fingers, opening her a bit more to get her ready, and her gasping breaths only make me greedy and impatient to keep going.

“Ready, Grace?” I ask her, my tone dark, inky promise wavering in it.

“For what?” she asks, panting.

“To be my puppet, of course.” I shake my head at her ignorance as I add my thumb inside her and slowly move my hand fully inside her entrance.

Her eyes widen as she lifts her head and looks down at the onslaught .

“C—Cain,” she stammers, panic filling her voice.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t do that, my perfect puppet. Relax.”

I feel her muscles give way some as she listens, her eyes still greedily watching my hand work in and out of her pretty cunt.

“Now, you wouldn’t be my puppet if I didn’t make you sing for me, would you?” I tease, finally curling my fingers against her G-spot one by one as I close my fist inside of her.

It’s never been like this before. Her eyes are eager, her cries are full of ecstasy and excitement, her body pliant for my fist that’s deep inside her.

I can almost feel the pitter-patter of her racing heart, and it contradicts my earlier words. I love to feel her warmth swallowing me. I love to feel how alive I make her.

I don’t know how I’d feel if she was lifeless and rigid, and the thought makes me growl.

I move my fist inside of her, brushing her G-spot over and over, my mouth dropping open as if I can eat her moans for sustenance.

“Cain, fuck, please, master!” She’s stuttering, making a menacing smile spread my lips up my face.

Slowly, I move my fist out, pressing it back in once I’m nearly out of her slick warmth.

She’s bucking and screaming my name and praises that are incoherent to the naked ear, and part of me is worried she’ll hurt herself.

“Perfect little slut puppet, look at you with your master’s fist deep inside your pussy. Scream for me, you filthy whore,” I taunt, having to yell my words over her rapturous shouts.

When she comes, a rush of fluid exits around my fist, soaking me and the sheets, splattering my fucking soul like a brand.

Here, I thought I was going to teach her who I was and scare her a little to get her to behave, and she’s only entranced me with the way she responds to me.

As I slowly work my fist out of her body, careful not to hurt her, she heaves an exhale of relief.

Since I already have to change the sheets, my little puppet is just soaked with her cum; I wipe my hand on them before leaning over her.

“Who are you?” I ask her, and she fights to keep her eyes on me as her lids likely feel heavy.

“Your perfect puppet,” she answers with a sigh, and it stabs through me like the darkest realization I’ve ever had.

She just might be.

And I don’t know what the fuck to do with her now.

I wake to the smell of food, and panic washes through me.

When had I fallen asleep ?

Swinging my feet out of Grace’s bed, I nearly trip over myself as I descend the steps beside it.

She’s in the kitchen, her few strings still attached to her back and anchored above her, stirring butter into rice.

A timer goes off, and she grabs a pot holder and pulls a pan of chicken out, testing to see if it’s done.

I stand in the kitchen, gobsmacked at what I’m witnessing. It’s as if she belongs, and I don’t know if I like it.

Unease spreads through me like a fucking cancer.

I don’t know if she’s trying to fuck with me intentionally or if she’s simply trying to survive.

She turns, gasping as she sees me standing in the kitchen archway.

“God, you scared me.” She grasps her chest.

The fear feeds my soul, and I grin and step closer.

“I found your phone,” she says, and panic again grips firmly onto my heart. Is that what this is? She’s got the cops on their way, and this is her farewell meal?

“I hope you aren’t mad, but my sense of time in this place is all fucked up. I realized it’s Christmas Eve, and I wanted a nice meal.”

My brows knit tightly together on my forehead, and I loom over her as her hand touches my chest softly.

“Why? Have you poisoned it?” I ask her, fully serious and waiting for a reply.

Her face shows genuine shock. “What? No.”

“Then what are your intentions, then? Hm? Why the fuck do you keep being so nice to me? I don’t like it, Grace.”

My admission and unhinged tone have panic laced in it, and I hate to break down like this in front of her.

“Well, I…” she swallows as I tip her chin back up as she tries to look down to the floor. “I don’t know. Honest, I don’t. I’m questioning my sanity with everything new you do to me that I enjoy. I’m questioning my mom’s loyalty and love because she hasn’t come for me. And I’m wondering who the fuck lives in this town that they won’t even help when they seem to know I’m here.”

“How do they know you’re here, puppet?”

“It was a ghost town on my way in, and you said one week a year, you take a girl into this house and do this to her before you kill her. The locals are in hiding, it would seem. So that girls like me are easy picking out in the open.”

“Riddled that all out yourself, did you?” I step into her, pressing her closer to the stove.

Her strings get stuck above as they try to move from one track pattern to another, and I reach above and yank them to right them.

She whimpers as they tug against her strings, and I grin.

“It’s just a theory,” she answers me.

It’s a damn good one, not that I’ll confirm a thing for her.

“You walk amongst them, and they have to know that. You never move on from Dunhaven. You always hunt here. They’re scared enough to go into hiding and turn the other cheek.”

“I’m a god to them, puppet—a mythical creature, hunting and feeding on the most magical day of the year. The question is, am I your god? Will you feed me?”

She swallows, her delicate, beautiful neck working over the lump building there as I’ve caged her into the hot stove with my body.

“I’m trying to feed you, Cain. But you think I’m trying to poison you,” she mutters, jutting her chin up in fake confidence.

I can’t help the laugh that bursts free.

I cup her face in both my hands, the size of them swallowing her round features. “Because you are a poison, little darling. And you are infecting me.”