Chapter 61 Having Your Own Medicine

I do believe that I should have put a lock on that door. But yes, never did I expect that a room that is supposed to have given me sexual pleasure has not turned into torture pleasure. Not that I am saying that hurting people is something that I enjoy, but I am just doing a tad bit at the present moment.
Well, that was until my princess walked in on me. Now do imagine m predicament.? I have a man tied to a chair who has just lost his finger, and that said finger is lying in front of my shoes. Now that is not the problem; I had fucking blood on my shoes.
So as I spin around, hoping that she will not notice the blood, I slip the bloody knife into the back of my pants, yes, second big mistake. But my biggest concern is how is she going to take this.
"Princess, what are you doing done here?" I ask with complete horror on my face.
"I was bored, so I thought I would come to see what the fuss is about this room, but yes," she seems rather amused. "I guess I have learned its new purpose, but I would have rather had it red but not from the blood."
I only but smile at her shyly and bite into my bottom lip, I can see that spark of arousal in her eyes, yet I try to remain serious, "I will have it thoroughly cleaned once this is over."
"Once this man is over, or do you intend torturing more men in my house?"
Now, this girl knows me better than anyone else, "Well, princess, I might torture more people in your house."
She burst out in hysterical laughter and wraps her arms around my waist; then I feel her pull the knife out that I have tucked in the back of my pants.
"You know that you have just ruined a perfectly good pair of pants. Now take it off so I can go burn it in the back."
"You want to do what?"
"I am going to stand here and scare the shit out of this guy until he talks, and then I am going to go burn your pants."
"Princess, are you okay?"
"Yes, Christian, I want this damn war over so our lives can go back to normal. But I somehow think that it is not going to happen soon."
She steps a few steps closer to this man, which I never even bothered to get a name; the less personal it is, the better, but yes, she steps closer to him, waving the knife in front of his face. Now, if I thought that he was scared of me, he is absolutely terrified of her. I only but have an inner chuckle at her. This girl is starting to impress me. Well, she is a mob boss s perfect dream.
But ya, she practically has that knife under his nose, "Now, I am not scared to cut more than your pinkie off. Where is this safe house?"
The guy continues to shake his head; he does not seem like he is going to budge. Now I have a choice here, I either take him out or I send him back to Joseph, with at least another finger less. Either way, Joseph will go into hiding; the thing is, how many places does he have to run off to. It is truly a pity that Cassandra does not know. So I turn to Mason, that is very much wide-eyed, as he is staring at Cassandra swinging that knife in front of the man s face.
"Princess, you are going to make him piss his pants."
"Baby, he can be glad he can still do it."
"God, if this were not so messed up, I would have said that is so hot. But I need to talk to Mason; you think you can leave us alone?"
Well, I know I am wasting my time in asking, for I know that she is going to ignore me in any case, so as she just shakes her head, I know that I have my answer.
"Mason, get a cleaning crew ready. I am tired of this fuck s face now. He is worth nothing to me."
Then there is a loud roar coming from the man as he begs me, "Please, Mr. Caine, please, I beg you. I will tell you anything."
"A few moments ago, you thought it was good to play a game with me. Well, I am done. I have somewhere else to be, and you are keeping me up. "
"Please, Mr. Caine."
"Fuck your please. I asked you a question, and you fucked with me."
I turn to Mason and only nod my head; with that, I take the goddamn knife from Cassandra and lead her out the room. Moments later, I hear the distinct snap as the sound of a gun echoes through the house.
Cassandra looks at me; her eyes are wider than the buckle of my belt, "Won't someone hear that, baby."
"No, princess, the house is soundproof."
"Oh, so you expected shit like this to happen in my house."
"I love how you call it your house."
And just as I am about to spin around, she stops me, "If you pin me to a wall with that man s blood on you, then you can sleep in the guest room tonight."
"You like sending me to the guest room."
"Cause you like being impossible."
"What happened to naughty?"
"If I say that, then you are really pinning me to the wall with those goddamn bloody clothes. Now come, I will run you a shower."
After soaking myself for over twenty minutes, as per Cassandra s request, I finally drop down next to her on the bed where she is lying.
"What are you thinking of, princess?"
"How this is going to end."
"I think we all know. I just want it to happen sooner, but we are not getting close to anything at the moment."
"Okay, let us think about it this way. What will hit my dad the most?"
"Take his life source away from him, take whatever brings him money in to live. Unfortunately, that will affect your mom too."
She looks down at her hands that I have not noticed is slightly trembling, "Well, she did not care about me when she willingly made me become a stripper."
"Exotic dancer and I agree she pushed you to the side."
"I love how you still call me an exotic dancer even though I am not one anymore."
"Because no matter if it was then or now, I still have respect for your body."
She pulls me closer to her body, and god, "Princess, that is my towel."
"Mr. Caine, you should not walk around half-naked."
I watch as she looks at me rather wickedly, she is up so something, and it is going to be no good. But yet I am surprised as she further tucks at my towel and drops it on the floor next to the bed.
She runs her delicate fingers down the crevices of my rippled abs. The way her hand slides over my still wet skin makes my body whimper and beg to be touch. I feel a sharp bolt shoot straight to my core as she moves her fingers closer and closer to my thighs.
She slides down my body and trails her tongue done my burning skin. For but a brief moment, she runs the tip over my hard length. Slowly she crawls back up to my chest and straddles me. I only but frown at her through a rather confused smile on my face, "Princess, you need to take your clothes off."
She places her finger gently against my lip and whispers, "Not yet."
As she reaches out and locks her arms around my neck, I feel her erect nipples press through her shirt. My body jerks and I give my body completely to her. Her mere touch and the thought of seeing her naked breast fuel the raging fire that is burning inside of me. The moment I feel her soft lips against the sensitive part of my ear, all reasoning steps out of the door. A deep growl escapes my chest, and it awakens an even greater longing for her body and soul.
"Princess, take off your clothes."
She only but ignores me, and I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her body even closer to me. As I look into those deep brown eyes, there are so many things I crave from her body. I want every bit of her dissolved into me. She is sending a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer.
My hungry mouth finds her lips; the urgency to explore her deeply finds me slipping through the seams of her lips. Her velvety lips are soft as I delve inside, and our tongues lock and intertwine. I possess her body and make her mine. There is a battle raging in my mouth as my every stroke is aimed to make her body quiver. All I want is to devour her.
"Princess, I want you so fucking badly. Please take off your clothes."
She still ignores me, and then she unlocks her hands from behind my neck; they roam and move all over my body, down my shoulder, and over my chest. I can feel my heart pounding beneath my flesh.
I can see the lust in her eyes as the touch of my naked skin is peaking her arousal. Then she reaches her hand firmly between my thighs. I freeze, and just for a moment there, I stop breathing. Then she wraps her palm around my hot raging erection. She starts to stroke me with gentle even strokes.
"God, princess, don t stop."
Completely lost in ecstasy, her movements become faster, keeping the same firmness as before. Our eyes meet, she can see the pained expression in my eyes, but she continues rubbing in agonizing pleasure. Our lips meet once more as she maintains a perfect balance between kissing and stroking me. The heat is rising in both our bodies, the desire to unleash becomes equally the same.
Then she slips those very cuffs from her back and smiles at me, "Do you want to play?"
I eagerly nod my head, and she goes to cuff me to both sides of the bed, but then to my horror, she slips off me and heads for the door.
"Princess, where are you going?"
"I need to speak to Mason about my dad s warehouse."
"Princess, you can leave me like this."
Then out the door, she is gone.