by Lilly Black
“When you said you’ve got to be kidding me…” She draws my attention back to her.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know your last name until you said it, and I just couldn’t believe your parents called your sister Sunny Meriwether.” She laughs.
“We were named after our grandmothers. Our dad’s mom was named Madison, and my mother thought it would be cute to call her Sunny. Lorraine sucks, too, but it only got truly stupid when I started going by Rain to piss my sister off.”
“Was that before or after you started fucking her boyfriend?” I snipe. “Oh, God! I don’t know where that came from.” Yes I do. I just shouldn’t be acting like this.
“It’s okay. It was a long time ago, but just like back then, Madison and I are both here because of Cain.”
Cain! I still need to text him.
“I don’t follow,” I say.
“Rumor had it that the unconquerable Cain Ballantyne was bringing someone he’s serious about tonight.”
“Serious?” I ask, wondering who started that rumor as I finish my text.
Just in the little girl’s room. Sorry I’m missing your speech, I type. Good enough. I hit send, and the muffled sounds of his speech stop for a second. It makes me smile.
“Just telling you what I heard…” Rain says.
“So you came to see me?”
“No. My sister came to see you. I came to stop her from whatever shitty thing she planned to say or do to you. If I had any idea she had assembled a posse, I would have warned you earlier. Cain being called to the stage wasn’t on the agenda. The drunk, old guy up at the mic? Aldous Meriwether. Our grandfather. I think Sunny arranged for Cain to receive this award just to get him away from you.”
“Why would she do that?” It’s not that I’m not used to girls acting like scheming bitches; it’s just that we’re not in high school anymore.
“Because Sunny still thinks of Cain as hers. It’s been ten years since he dated her, but even though he’s been with some of her closest friends now, she believes that he’ll get it all out of his system and marry her in the end.”
Where have I heard that before?
“If she thinks she’ll have him in the end, then why does she care about me?”
“Because she can’t see you as a substitute for herself, and she can’t call you up and tell you what Cain likes in bed like she did with Victoria, Liz, and all of her other bitch friends he’s hooked up with, like she has any idea what he likes in bed.” Rain rolls her eyes, then she realizes what she said. “Oh, shit! I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Cain actually said that…you’re the one I have to thank for some of his, uh, talents,” I admit sheepishly, and Rain laughs.
“Well, instead of thanking me, just promise not to tell anyone, okay? Sunny still doesn’t know about Cain and me. I’ve been saving that one for over ten years.” Rain’s smile is positively evil, and as I realize I am starting to like her, I hear the signal that I have a text coming in. It’s Cain.
Speech over. Where are you? he asks.
Still in the ladies’ room.
Say something to prove this is Evan.
You like me to leave my heels on, I type.
Everyone knows that about me, Cain replies, making me laugh.
Fucking Pervert!
So it is you.
Of course.
I can’t wait to get you out of here.
Then don’t, I reply.
“Cain’s looking for me,” I explain to Rain.
“Tell him to meet you at the table. I’ll check to see if the hallway is clear, then I’ll take you the back way.”
“Okay. Thanks,” I say and begin typing the text, but as Rain reaches for the door, it gets pushed in on her. Sunny enters, and her friends file in behind. I recognize Lourdes, Victoria, and a couple others whose names I can’t remember, but it isn’t until I notice Elizabeth trying to hide herself behind them that the anxiety hits. I could handle what the rest of these bitches have to say, but after the way Cain threw her out at Qualcomm, I’m afraid of what Elizabeth’s bruised ego might make her do.
“You must be Evan,” Sunny says as I stand with Rain at my side. “We’re here to welcome you to the club.” Sunny extends her hand, but then she retracts it immediately. “Oh, wait! You can’t be in the club yet.”
“Leave her alone, Sunny,” Rain hisses.
“Shut the fuck up, Lori! The club is only for women who’ve been fucked over by Cain Ballantyne.”
“I’m not interested in your club,” I say, stern and stiff on the outside, rattled as hell on the in. “If Cain and I stop dating, none of you will ever see me again.”
“I guess that’s true…unless we go to Prometheus for a cosmo,” Victoria mocks.
“Oh, that’s right!” Sunny says, howling in laughter. They all join in. “Cain’s been slumming.”
“Are you listening to yourself?” Rain shouts at her sister. “You disgust me.”
“You’re just jealous!” Sunny shouts, pushing her sister, and Rain drops her clutch. When it falls open on the floor and her keys fall out, I notice a little black, leather whip on her key chain.
“Pick it up,” Rain demands, unashamed, and surprisingly, Sunny does. She hands her sister the clutch, keeping the keys.
“Freak!” she says as she dangles the keychain in the air. “We all see how you look at Cain. You’ve always wanted him, but he would never want anything to do with your sick perversions.” Elizabeth and Victoria just watch the whip, mesmerized as I pray Rain chooses this moment to unveil her secret. She doesn’t.
“You’re pathetic,” Rain says as she grabs her sister’s wrist and violently yanks the keys out of her hand.
“You’re the one who’s pathetic, Lori! Standing here defending this gold digger!”
Oh, my God! What is it with rich people always thinking everyone is after their money?
“I don’t give a damn about Cain’s money, Sunshine,” I say.
“Then I suppose you bought that $5,000 dress yourself?” she snarls, and I don’t have to wonder how she knew what my dress cost for long as she steps out of the way and shoves Elizabeth to the front. Cain’s ex-fiancé stands before me wearing the same, pewter satin gown.
Fuck that lying Miss Peirce!
“Who gives a goddamn if they’re wearing the same dress, Sunny?” Rain hisses in disgust with her sister, but Sunny just prods Elizabeth toward me.
“She doesn’t have anything that I don’t have,” Elizabeth says, softly, almost meekly. “They even had to give her a smaller size because her boobs were too small for this dress. Cain likes at least a D-cup.”
Oh, yeah, he’s mentioned how much he enjoys fake tits, honey, I think as I remember what Miss Pierce said about my chest in that dress…then it occurs to me; Pierce didn’t necessarily know everything that took place in that dressing room. It brings a most evil smile to my face, and having held my tongue long enough, I pick this moment to bring these bitches down a notch.
“The dress is lovely on you, Elizabeth,” I say, inching toward her, emboldened by her meekness. “And you’re right. I don’t have the disgusting sacs of saline to fill up the size six, but Cain seems to like them just fine. I guess Miss Pierce forgot to mention that he was in the dressing room with me, zipping and unzipping, mostly unzipping, and if you take a good look at the hem of your dress in the back, you’ll find a small, curious stain. I’ll give you a hint. It’s not from wiping away the tears because my tits are too small.” Rain bursts out laughing and follows me as I pass the dumbfounded X-Bitches and head to the door. It’s slightly ajar already, and when I push it, I run directly into Cain. He’s beaming at me.
“You’re fucking amazing, baby,” he says, pulling me to him. He whispers a thank you to Rain as he moves to go into the ladies’ room after them, but I stop him.
“It’s been handled. I’m good.”
“You are,” he says, then he leads us down the hallway with his arm around my waist, but before
we make our clean getaway, I hear Sunny’s voice.
“If you ever come around here again, I’ll make sure everyone knows what you are!” she screams desperately down the hallway, and the rise of Cain’s anger is palpable as he comes to a dead stop, turning slowly around.
“Goddamn it, Sunny!” Cain growls. “If you say one more word…”
“You’ll what, Cain? What will you do if I say one more word?” She spits the words out of her mouth, but instead of getting angrier, which I would have expected, Cain’s demeanor changes and he gives her a smug laugh.
“Come here, Sunny. I have something I’ve needed to tell you for a very long time.” He’s speaking softly now, and Sunny is easily drawn in and walks toward him as he meets her half way. He puts his arm around her, turning to face me, and the effect he has on her is astonishing. She goes from being irate with jealousy to thoroughly pacified, looking up at him doe-eyed.
“Sunny, I haven’t been as happy as I am with Evan since you and I dated. You remember how happy I was? Do you know why?” She nods “no” as a catty smile spreads across her face. “Because the entire time…” Cain’s tone goes instantly from sweet to cold as ice “…I was fucking your sister.” Sunny’s eyes nearly pop out of her head, and in her bewilderment, Cain kisses her hard on the mouth with his lips closed tight, then leaves her standing there, fuming as he returns to me.
“I’m sorry, Lorraine,” he says as we walk away to the sound of Sunny’s shock and fury.
“I couldn’t have picked a better time to tell her myself, but I’m probably going to need a ride home now.”
The royal ball wasn’t all it should have been, but after my Cinderella moment in the hallway outside the ladies’ room, nothing could bring me down. When we get to the valet station, it gets better as Rain sees her drunk grandfather being helped into his Bentley by his chauffeur and decides to ride with him instead of us. She gives me her business card, suggesting I call her for lunch sometime, and finally I have Cain all to myself.
When the Maybach pulls up, he throws his tie, vest, and jacket into the backseat before driving us away, looking unbelievably hot in his untucked shirt. Wanting to tell him that I need him now, that I can’t wait for him to drive all the way back downtown, I grab his cock, and he whips the car off the road half way down the country club drive and throws it in park. He pulls me to him, kissing me with my face in his hands, his fingers twisting into my hair, fucking up Marcel’s hard work just like he wanted.
His eyes wild, he holds up a finger. One minute, and we’re back on the move. The tires screech as Cain takes the turns on the winding back roads of La Jolla, and though it took a little longer than a minute, our destination is worth it - a dark, private spot overlooking the ocean with a series of large rocks on one side, giving us the illusion of privacy and blocking out the lights of the houses in the distance as the cliff curves to the north of us. It’s not the kind of spot that would be easily found by someone who didn’t grow up here, and I recognize it for what it is.
“I’ll bet I’m not the first girl you’ve brought here,” I tease as Cain pulls me into his lap, the driver’s seat pushed as far back as it will go.
“You’ll be the last,” he promises, kissing my ear, his hands at work taking down his pants as I balance on my knees to give him room. When they’re half way down, I feel something unexpected against my thighs.
“You didn’t!” I giggle, remembering my order that he wear my panties tonight as I look down to find that of all the panties he has bought for me, this is the pair I wore the first night we fucked. He notices everything!
“Just showing you what a good sub I could be if properly motivated, Domina,” he says with a grin. “But they’re really cutting into me…”
“Then let’s get them off,” I say, reaching down, but now that he’s hard, I find that I can’t get them to move. “How the hell did you squeeze into these?”
“It wasn’t easy, and the elastic is fucked. Sorry.”
“Totally worth it,” I laugh.
I ask if he has a pair of scissors, and he says there’s a utility knife in the glove box. I take it out and slice them as carefully as possible on both sides, but when I pull the fabric away, I find that I’ve still managed to nick him.
“Sorry!” I cry out as a trickle of blood runs down his thigh.
“I didn’t feel a thing,” he says, but I ignore him, sliding across the console, leaning in, and licking the blood away.
“It’s just a scratch,” he says, kissing me, then he orders me to get in the back seat. He may have called me Domina a minute ago, but now I see that I am not in charge here as he continues his commands. “On your knees, facing the back window.”
“Yes, Master Cain,” I whisper as I obey, and he positions me at an angle so he can kneel on his reclined seat.
“The only thing I’ve been able to think about all night is fucking you from behind with nothing but your sapphires hanging down your back.” When he guides himself inside me, I’m so ready for him. His hands on my hips, he pulls me crashing into him over and over until I scream his name, writhing against him as the first orgasm overtakes me.
He pulls away from me, turning me over and kissing his way down my body, hesitating at my navel, probably to contemplate pulling the bandage off of my new piercing, but he resists, moving lower.
Yes…oh, God…yes, my mind urges him, but he stops just shy of the target, a lascivious grin on his face as he grabs my pumps from the passenger seat. It makes me giggle when he slips them on my feet before I realize it isn’t just his fetish that motivates him.
“Come with me,” he says, opening the car door and stepping out.
“Uh-uh,” I protest.
“No one is going to see us,” he assures me, and though I can’t believe I’m doing it, I take his hand.
“Careful,” he says, and as I look down in the light from the open car door, I see that he’s standing there barefoot on gravel. I walk slowly as he guides me, and once the door is closed, though we only have the light of the waning moon above, I can feel that there is more sand than rock on the ground in front of the car. It’s a good thing considering what Cain has in mind.
He stops me, twisting my necklace around so it cascades over my tits before lifting me onto the hood where he removes my shoes and pushes me to lie on my back with my head against the windshield. The engine is still hot and feels good against my cold skin as the chilly night wind blows over the cliffs, and though I have never felt so exposed, Cain chases it away with his warm hands pushing my legs apart as he leans over the car hood. Then I feel his glorious tongue upon me, reading me so well, knowing exactly what I need, and tonight he doesn’t tease from the first delicate touch to making sure the people in the houses in the distance know his name. Not even the sound of the ocean below can overshadow my cries as my legs involuntarily lift me, shoving me into his face. He holds me there until I can’t take the slightest touch before pulling me to the edge of the hood and sliding his magnificent cock into me.
He fucks me hard and fast, making me come again so quickly it’s almost more pleasure than I can process as I buck against him, my back arching as he leans into me, biting my nipple. Waves of euphoria rippling outward, I bolt upright, grabbing a handful of his hair as I thrust my tongue into his mouth, insatiable for his kiss. Locked together, he lifts me, my legs around his waist, turning and carrying me until I feel the smoothness of a large rock against my back. He pins me there, fucking me, his relentless cock forcing me to another climax, and I scream my pleasure into him, his mouth covering mine, silencing me as his tongue traps the words inside.
When Cain finally withdraws, my legs slide down his calves to find their footing, and I feel so weak and intoxicated, urged on solely by my rapacious need to make him come. I turn us around, pushing him against the rock now, and I go to my knees, relieved to find only sand at the base of the boulder. Slowly I begin, looking up at him as he watches me, his hands in my hair, and I can see in his e
yes that he is no mood for teasing. I take his shaft in one hand and his balls in the other and begin my onslaught, his rock-hard cock and I of a single mind as I guide him swiftly and forcefully to his end, and when he comes, I take him deep into my throat, pulling his body into me by the flesh of his hips.
“Oh, God, Evan! Fuck!” Cain growls the words as he fills my mouth, and I push him until he can’t take any more, sliding down the rock to kneel beside me.
“You’re so good,” he breathes. “God, you’re so fucking good.”
It’s after 1:00 am when I wake to find myself wearing only Cain’s tuxedo jacket, having drifted off in as I lay his arms in the car. It isn’t like me to fall asleep like this, but it’s been a long day and after the stress of the country club and the intense sex, I’m not too surprised.
We get dressed, and I twist my hair into bun, trying to hide what we’ve just been doing because Cain wants to stop for breakfast before we go home. It feels weird as I walk into a Denny’s wearing only a thin, satin dress, but seeing Cain in his tux pants and shirt, his hair a mess from fucking, most of the waitress’ eyes aren’t on me anyway.
We get back to his place at almost 3:00 am, and after a shower, I slip a satin nightgown over my head, braiding my wet hair on the way to the bedroom so it won’t be a tangled mess in the morning. Half asleep already, I almost sit down on the bed in the dark without noticing that something isn’t right, but I catch a stream of pale light coming in from the hallway, reflecting off of…plastic? I flip the light switch to find a brand new mattress with a big, gold bow where my pillow should be.
“Does that meet with your approval?” Cain asks, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
“Why?”
“Something you said yesterday.” It’s all Cain offers as an explanation, but I’m pretty sure it was when I said I didn’t want to go through the subfolders there because I didn’t want all those other women in his bed. It’s a good thing I didn’t voice my thought about him fucking other women in the shower, or we might have come home to contractors in the master bath.
“You’re spoiling me,” I warn as I approach him.
