My Bestfriend’s Daughter, My Personal Cumdump (3)🍆

Chapter 8

Cain’s POV

We didn’t sleep much.

After I filled her in the guest room, Valery stayed curled up against me for maybe twenty minutes. Her skin was warm, slightly damp, sticking to mine. I felt each rise and fall of her breath as she started tracing lazy circles on my chest with a fingertip.

The room was filled with silence, not the uncomfortable kind, but the type that felt like we were still communicating even without talking.

I couldn’t be falling for my niece right?

“I want more,” she whispered suddenly, breaking into my thoughts.

“I want the real you tonight.”

I tensed up. “What do you mean, the real me?”

She lifted her head, her eyes glistening in the dim lamp light. “I’ve been reading your old forum posts. The ones you thought were anonymous. The ones about rope, impact, control. About needing someone who can take it hard and still beg for more.”

My heart dropped into my stomach. Those posts were from years ago, even before I got to know her properly. I’d deleted the account ages back.

Or hadn’t I? I couldn’t remember.

“How the hell–”

“Doesn’t matter anyway,” she gave a smug grin, satisfied with the reaction she’d gotten from me. She sat up, the sheets pooling down to her waist, revealing her bare tits which were still flushed from earlier.

“I’ve fantasized about it. About you tying me up and hurting me just enough, making me scream your name in tears as you make me come so hard I forget your name.”

I stared at her. Twenty one today. Spencer’s little girl and she was already asking for the side of me I’d buried because it was too dark, too risky, way too much to explain to anyone; especially not the daughter of my best friend.

“I don’t do that with someone I care about,” I said quietly. “And I don’t do it lightly either.”

She slid her hand between her thighs, showing me how she was already wet again just from talking about it. “Then don’t care about me tonight. Use me. Break me a little. See if I can handle the real uncle Cain.”

I should’ve said no.

I wanted to.

Instead, I betrayed myself. As always.

“Get dressed. Something easy to take off, we’re leaving in thirty.

She grinned like she’d just won a Chanel bag or whatever ladies were crazy about.

An hour later, we were in my car. So much for the thirty minutes I gave her.

Women.

She came down the stairs grinning, clearly pleased with the look on my face.

“We were meant to leave in thirty minutes.”

“Oh, Cain. How did you expect a lady to be done in thirty?”

I shook my head, fighting a smile and took her hand as we headed to the car. Spencer was probably asleep, so we didn’t bother telling him.

We were in the car, driving out towards the industrial edge of Los Angeles where the city thinned into quiet warehouses and half finished estates. I knew a private dungeon space there; discreet, members only, cash only and no questions.

I’d only been to this place twice before, years ago, with women who knew exactly what they were signing up for.

Valery sat beside me in a short black dress she’d pulled from her suitcase; no bra or panties again, she pressed her thighs together like she was already aching, throwing glances at me as she bit the bottom of her lip.

When we pulled into the unmarked parking lot behind the dimly lit structure, I killed the engine.

“Last chance to back out,” I told her.

She leaned over, kissed me hard then whispered against my mouth.

“I want your ropes. Your hands. Your belt. Whatever you’ve been holding back. I want to feel owned.”

I led her inside.

The space was dim, washed in low light that clung to the black walls. Padded benches lined the room from top to bottom with St. Andrew’s crosses were placed against the far side. Suspension hooks hung from the ceiling, cold and deliberate.

The owner, someone I knew from years back gave me a single nod before slipping into the back.

We had the private room four to ourselves for the next three hours.

I locked the door behind us.

“Strip.”

She did; slowly, teasingly, letting the dress slide off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Naked. Again. Goosebumps appeared on her skin from the cool air.

I pulled the soft black jute rope from the bag I kept in my trunk for emergencies that never happened.

Her eyes widened when she saw it.

“On your knees. Hands behind your back.”

She obeyed instantly.

I tied her wrists first; tight but safe,a quick release knot hidden. Then her elbows, drawing her shoulders back so her tits thrust forward. She moaned softly when the rope bit in just enough.

“Too tight ?” I asked.

“No. More.”

I added a chest harness which looped around her breasts, framing them and making the rope dig into her soft flesh. Her nipples were diamond hard.

I pinched one, rolled it between my fingers until she whimpered.

Then I stood her up, leading her to the padded spanking bench and bent her over it spreading her ankles wide apart.

She was opened, exposed and dripping already.

I picked up the belt, doubling it in my hand.

“You’ve teased me for three years,” I said, voice low. “Flaunted your body. Whispered filthy things. Made me hard when I shouldn’t have been. You think you can handle the consequences?”

“Yes, Uncle Cain.”

The first strike landed across her ass; sharp and controlled. She gasped.

“Count.”

“One.”

Another strike. Red marks slowly appeared.

“Two.”

By ten she was trembling, ass glowing as tears streamed down her cheeks. But every time I checked in; “colour?” she gasped “Green. Please don’t stop.”

I dropped the belt then knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks wide open. I licked a long stripe from her clit to her ass, tasting salt and arousal. She bucked, moaning.

I stood up, unzipped and proceeded to rub my cock through her wetness.

“You sure about this?” I asked one last time. “Once I’m inside you like this– tied, marked and helpless, I won’t hold back. And if your dad ever finds out…”

She turned her head as much as the position allowed, her eyes glassy but fierce.

“If dad finds out… then he finds out. I don’t care. I’ve wanted this, you, for years. The real you. The dark parts. Tie me tighter. Fuck me harder. Hurt me until I come screaming. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

Something inside me cracked open.

I thrust in brutally. No warm up. She cried out, body jerking against the ropes. I fucked her like I’d always wanted to; hard, relentless, one hand fisted in her hair, the other other hand slapping her already red ass in time with my thrusts.

“You’re mine tonight,” I growled hungrily. “My little pain slut. My secret. My fucking obsession.”

“Yes-yes-yours-”

I reached around, rubbed her clit fast and rough. She shattered almost immediately; screaming and clamping her pussy down my cock as she kept squirting over the bench.

I didn’t stop. I kept pounding through it till she was sobbing, over sensitive and begging.

When I finally came deep, shooting my seed into her, I stayed buried inside, breathing deeply as I pressed my forehead to her back.

After a long minute, I untied her slowly before carrying her to the aftercare couch in the corner. I wrapped her in a blanket and held water to her lips before rubbing a balm into the marks on her ass and wrists.

She nestled against my chest, her voice coming out slowly.

“You were scared I was going to break, weren’t you?”

I exhaled. “I was scared I’d break you. And I was scared you’d hate me after. Or that you’d tell Spencer. Or that he’d kill me. All of it.”

She looked up, her eyes soft but steady.

“I won’t tell him. Not unless you want me to. But even if he finds out someday, I’d still choose this. Choose you. The ropes, the subtle pain, the way you look at me like I’m the only thing that matters when you’re inside me. I’m not a kid anymore, Cain. I know what I want. And it’s you; all of you.”

I kissed her forehead, long and slow.

“Then you’ve got me baby. All the dark parts. All the control. All the care after.”

She smiled, fighting hard to keep her eyes opened.

“Good. Because I’m not done teasing you yet.”

I laughed, rough and quiet.

Neither was I.