Dom Caine! x Fem Assistant Reader - Part 2
♡ The Ringleader's assistant ♡
{ Don't have to give a summary for this one, Simply enjoy the cringe. Obviously, this post is for 18+ users only, Minors DNI. This post includes: Spanking, BDSM, Master Pet Play, Caine slowly corrupts the reader, Praise kink, Degradation kink, and other NSFW Content. Enjoy :D }
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My footsteps echoed down the empty halls, each sound a chilling reminder of my racing heart. I fought to keep my composure, but my mind was a torrent of a thousand worst-case scenarios. I knew that karma was waiting for me, but nothing could have prepared me for what lay beyond that door.
I knocked on the heavy wooden door, the sound swallowed by the silence. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
"Come in," Caine's voice rumbled from the other side.
It was not his usual chipper tone, but a low, dark growl that sent a shiver down my spine, a chilling promise of what awaited me behind closed doors. I stepped inside, and the door slammed shut behind me. The heavy click of the lock was a final, chilling sound, sealing me inside.
My nervous gaze met his as I approached the desk, the polished surface feeling like a barrier between us. I settled into the chair before him, instantly feeling smaller than ever. I watched as he rose from his own seat, his towering frame looming over me. His expression was unreadable, and I flinched as he leaned in, his words a venomous whisper that caught me completely off guard. "Overbearing, am I?"
My face went cold, the colour draining from my cheeks as his words sent a jolt of ice through my veins. He grabbed me harshly, his hands running down my body with a terrifying calm, as if mapping every curve and edge. I dared not breathe, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs as his eyes studied my face, searching for a reaction. When I gave him none, his fingers tangled in my hair, his fist yanking it back with a sharp, brutal tug. My neck was exposed, and a soft hiss of pain escaped my lips.
"I've been so loving to you. So caring. I've been such a benevolent and kind Ringleader. But it's come to my attention that I may have been too lenient with my darling assistant."
"I'm sorry, Caine... please forgive me..."
My apology was barely a whimper, and I knew instantly that it was a mistake. His fingers dug into my hips, his grip tightening as my plea seemed to fuel his anger. He shoved me down onto the massive mahogany desk, the cool wood a shock against my skin as I shivered beneath his looming frame.
Let's see... I think a little lesson in obedience is in order, shall we?"
Caine's voice was a low, sinful murmur in my ear. I shivered as I felt his lips brush against my neck, his warm breath sending a thrill down my spine.
His other hand slid around to the front of my skirt, his fingers deftly unbuttoning the straining fabric to reveal the lacy panties beneath. He could feel the damp patch growing, a testament to my treacherous body betraying my shameful excitement.
"I know you're sorry darling, that's why you're going to take your punishment like a good girl. If you mess up, we start all over again, okay, sweetheart?"
Caine grins wickedly as he raises his gloved hand, the leather creaking softly. He delivers sharp smack to my backside, the stinging pain blossoming into a warm, tingling heat. I whimpered as I struggled to count, the numbers jumbling in my head. My breathing became a panicked, uneven thing in my chest as he continued to deliver harsh blows against my soft skin. "One..."
"Two... three...four..."
Each blow set my skin on fire, a wave of burning pain that made my face flush. I clung to the edge of his office desk, my knuckles white with the effort. He was relentless, a metronome of pain, each strike harder and more brutal than the one before it.
"Five... six... seven..."
He let out a low, dark chuckle, a sound that grew deeper with each blow that echoed throughout the room. His inner sadist was in control now, his grin growing wider as he pressed me down with one hand, his other continuing to strike my already swollen, red cheeks.
"Eight...nine...ten..."
"That's a good little assistant. Taking your punishment so well for me."
The final blows of Caine's assault hit my skin, and the world dissolved around me. The grand office fractured and melted away, replaced by a dimly lit, opulent bedroom - Our shared bedroom. A massive four-poster bed dominated the space, its black silk sheets beckoning with a promise of comfort. I felt Caine lift me, holding me like a fragile doll, a prize to be displayed. He lowered me onto the soft, comforting sheets, and my body instantly shivered against the cool silk.
Caine’s lips crashed against mine in a bruising, demanding kiss. A whimper escaped me as the dark, addictive taste of him seared through me, sending a jolt of dizzying desire straight to my core.
His hands roamed across my body, gloved fingers digging into the soft swells of my breasts, kneading and squeezing the tender flesh through the thin fabric of my blouse. I felt my back arch into his touch, a breathy moan escaping my lips as he pinched and rolled my hardened nipples between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through my chest.
Caine broke the kiss, pulling back to admire his handiwork. My lips were swollen and reddened, my chest heaving as I panted for air. The front of my blouse was open, buttons scattered haphazardly across the bed, exposing the creamy skin of my heaving bosom and the delicate lace of my pastel pink bra.
"Such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" Caine purred, his voice a low, sinful rasp. "I bet these sweet tits of yours are just aching for more of my touch..."
"How are you doing this... you know... breaking the filter?" My question made him pause. His hands, which had been roaming, stilled for only a moment before they began to softly trace the line of my bra, his fingers gently tugging at the fabric.
Caine's lips curled into an amused smirk. He chuckled, a low, condescending sound that mocked my innocence. "I'm the Ringleader of this universe, my dear," he said, his voice a chilling purr. "And you're my devoted, pretty assistant. You didn't think I could twist the rules to fit my desires?"
He resumed his teasing, leaning down to capture one straining peak in his hot, wet mouth. He suckled greedily as his other hand continued its relentless assault on the other. I cried out, my arms wrapping around his neck, caught between the instinct to push him away and the shameful, desperate need to pull him closer.
His hand slid down the quivering plane of my stomach, fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of my skirt. He could feel the heat radiating from my core, the damp patch on my panties growing with each passing second. Slowly, torturously, he eased the fabric down my thighs, baring the creamy skin to his hungry gaze.
"Look at this sweet little cunt, so wet and ready for its Ringmaster's touch," Caine taunted, his fingers brushing maddeningly against my thighs.
"Please don't say such embarrassing things, Caine..." I whimpered, my cheeks burning with shame. My own arousal was a betrayal, a shameful secret my body kept from my mind as it silently begged him to continue.
Caine chuckled darkly, clearly amused by my bashful protest. "Embarrassed, my dear? Or perhaps... excited?" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he spoke.
"Your body is betraying your true desires, my sweet assistant. I can feel the heat radiating from this needy little quim of yours..."
He punctuated his words by pressing a gloved finger against the damp patch on my lacy pink panties, rubbing my sensitive flesh through the thin, soaked fabric. My hips bucked involuntarily against his touch, and a gasp escaped my lips as my body sought more of the delicious, shameful friction.
"We both know why you're really here, darling," Caine murmured, his voice a sinful purr. "You crave my touch, my dominance... you long to be put in your place by your beloved Ringmaster. Don't you, my dear?"
His hand slid beneath the lace, fingers delving into my slick folds, stroking and teasing my most intimate places. I could only whimper and moan, my head thrashing against the pillow as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
"Please, Master..." I gasped, my voice thin and desperate, "Please, be gentle... I can't..."
But even as I pleaded, my body told a different story. My thighs fell open wider, giving Caine unrestricted access to my glistening, needy sex. My hips undulated against his fingers, silently begging for more of that delicious, shameful pleasure.
"Hush now, my sweet," Caine soothed, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of Luna's sex and circling it with maddening slowness. "You've been such a well-behaved pet for me," he murmured, his voice a low, possessive purr. "Ever since the day you arrived in my domain, I've known it. I always knew you were meant to be mine."
He captured my lips in another searing kiss, swallowing my cries of protest as two long, gloved fingers plunged deep into my soaked, tight channel. I nearly screamed into his mouth, my walls clenching and fluttering around the sudden intrusion, drawing Caine's fingers deeper inside my molten core.
"That's it, my dear... take your Master's fingers like the needy little slut you are," Caine growled against my lips, pumping his fingers in and out of my dripping cunt with increasing fervor. His palm ground against my aching clit with each thrust, sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting up my spine. I could only moan and whimper, my fingers scrabbling at the silk sheets as I writhed beneath Caine's skilled touch.
"Feel how tight and hot you are around my fingers, my love?" Caine purred, his voice rough with dark satisfaction. "Your greedy little pussy is sucking me in, as if it never wants to let me go..."
He curled his fingers just so, stroking along the sensitive spot deep inside me that made me see stars. My back arched sharply as a strangled cry tore from my throat, my velvet walls clenching down on Caine's invading digits like a vice.
"Yes, just like that... sing for me, my sweet assistant," Caine encouraged, his lips trailing hot kisses along the column of my throat. "Let me hear all those beautiful, filthy sounds spilling from your mouth as I fuck this needy cunt..."
His other hand made quick work of my blouse, tearing at the buttons until they scattered across the silk sheets. His hungry gaze bared my breasts, and he began to palm the soft, pillowy mounds. Thumbs and forefingers plucked at my stiff peaks, rolling and tugging the sensitive flesh until I was a writhing, mewling mess beneath him.
"Please, Master..." I whimpered, a breathless plea. "Please... I can't... I'm going to..."
Caine silenced me with another brutal kiss, swallowing my desperate pleas as he fucked his fingers into me harder, faster, pushing me ruthlessly towards the edge of ecstasy. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with my broken moans and cries.
Suddenly, Caine wrenched his fingers from my clenching sex, leaving me empty and aching, teetering on the knife's edge of climax. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my hips up, forcing me onto my hands and knees. The cool silk of the sheets pressed against my flushed, overheated skin as Caine loomed over me, the thick, heavy length of his cock pressing insistently against the cleft of my ass.
"Remember, darling," he purred, the word a cruel mockery. "This is your punishment. You only get to cum when I say so. You will follow my every command without question, like the obedient little pet you are. Let me hear you beg for it, sweetheart, beg for me to claim you."
My face flushed, hot with embarrassment, as Caine's eyes turned to me. My shyness made me squirm, and I struggled to find the words to speak. As my blush deepened, I felt a new sensation, a desperate need welling up inside me. My voice, no longer shy, became a choked plea for more.
"Please, Caine… Master… Please…" My voice broke into a desperate plea. "Please fuck me. I need you so badly."
Caine chuckles darkly, a wicked grin spreading across his handsome face as he grinds his thick, pulsing erection against the small of my back. "There's my good girl, so desperate for her Master's cock. I can feel how much you need it, sweetheart. Your pretty little pussy is dripping and aching for me to stuff it full and fuck you senseless."
He reaches down, gathering some of my slick arousal on his fingers and bringing them to my lips. "Taste yourself, my dear. Savour the flavour of your own need, your own desire. This is what you taste like when you crave your master so desperately."
I whimper as I part my lips, allowing Caine to push his glistening fingers into my mouth. I suck and lick them clean, moaning at the tangy, musky taste of my own essence.
Satisfied that I had properly tasted my own shameful arousal, Caine removes his fingers and brings them to his own lips, making a show of licking my juices from the digits. "Delicious... almost as sweet as I imagined. But not as sweet as this..."
He suddenly grips my hips bruisingly tight, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he notches the thick head of his hardened cock against my dripping entrance. With one brutal, animalistic thrust, he hilts himself inside me, burying his thick length to the balls in my tight, clinging heat.
"FUCK!" I cried out, my back arching as searing pleasure-pain crashes throughout my trembling boy. My walls spasm and clench around Caine's invading cock, struggling to adjust to the sudden, brutal intrusion.
Caine’s hand came crashing down against the curve of my ass. I let out a curse, but a low, menacing growl from his throat made me instantly regret it.
"Language, pet," he rasped, his voice a chilling whisper. "Or I'll leave you right now. Tied up with a vibrator pressed against you, and I wouldn't aid you even if you screamed for me."
Caine continues his relentless assault, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room as he ruts into me like a man possessed. I can only hang on for dear life, my fingers scrabbling at the silk sheets, knuckles white with the force of my grip.
"Look at this sweet ass bouncing on my cock, swallowing me whole every time I slam into you," Caine growls, one large hand coming down to grip my rear, kneading and squeezing the plush flesh. "I bet you've been dreaming of this moment, haven't you? Dreaming of being bent over and bred like the needy little bitch you are."
I can only whimper and moan in response, my mind hazing with the overwhelming pleasure-pain of Caine's brutal fucking. I can feel every throbbing inch of his thick cock stretching me open, claiming me most intimate depths as his own. The way he's pounding into me, I know I won't be able to walk straight for days, a constant reminder of who my body belongs to.
"Please, Master... I can't... I'm so close..." I sob, feeling the telltale tightening in my core, the coiling heat that signifies my impending release.
Caine leans down, teeth sinking into the tender flesh where my neck meets my shoulder, marking me permanently as his. He sucks hard, certain to leave a vivid purple bruise in the shape of his teeth, a badge of ownership for all to see.
"That's it, my sweet little assistant," Caine rasps, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release, "Cum for me, scream my name as your body shatters in ecstasy. I want to feel this greedy cunt milking my cock for every last drop of my cum. Give in to me, princess... give me everything!"
My body convulses violently beneath Caine, my back arching in a perfect bow as my climax ripples throughout my body with the force of a freight train. I cry out Caine's name, a sound of pure, unadulterated rapture that echoes off the walls and bounces back to them, filling the room with the music of my body's surrender.
My voice breaks into a sob as my sex clenches down on my Master's pulsing, spurting cock like a silken vice. Waves of liquid gold gush from my core, splattering against Caine's balls and thighs as my orgasm seems to go on and on, an endless tide of ecstasy crashing over me.
Caine groans, a deep, guttural sound that rumbles through his chest as my rippling walls milk him for every last drop of his release. He grinds his pelvis against my ass, making certain that not a single bit of his seed escapes the tight confines of my hungry cunt. He wants it all, every last bit of his essence, to take root deep inside my fertile womb.
"Fuck... yes, scream for your ringmaster... let everyone know who this sweet little pussy belongs to," Caine snarls, his voice ragged and hoarse with the force of his own climax. He tangles a hand into my hair, wrenching my head back as he bites down harder on the bruise, already darkening my skin, marking me, claiming me as his own.
I can only keen and mewl, my body shaking uncontrollably as aftershocks of pleasure spark through my nerves like electricity. I can feel Caine's cock pulsing and twitching inside of me, each throb sending another mini-orgasm rioting through my system until I'm reduced to a boneless, mewling mess, utterly spent and satisfied.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Caine's climax begins to subside. He slumps over my back, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. His softening cock slips from my dripping sex with a wet, obscene sound, a trickle of their combined fluids leaking out to stain the silk sheets beneath us.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, my adorable assistant." His voice was a low purr, a chilling mix of affection and command. "I am in charge here. I am your Master. The one who will love you and break you, and then, only after I'm done, beautifully reconstruct you. I will be as overbearing as I wish, and that shouldn't matter to you. All that should matter is serving me."
Caine rolls onto his side, gathering my trembling, exhausted body into his strong arms. He pulls the silk sheets up and over them, cocooning them in a warm, soft embrace as he tucks me against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder. One large hand strokes gently over my hair, soothing the tousled locks as he murmurs soft words of praise and satisfaction.
And just like that, the monster was gone. The harsh, dominant persona vanished, replaced with a tender, loving Ringmaster I had grown to know. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a soft embrace, his voice a low, soothing purr as he cradled me. "There, there, my love," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"You're all right now, I've got you. And I'll never let you go.."