Caine X Bubble Novels & Stories

“What intrigues you most about this little treat?” “Honestly, I don’t know. I mean they have beautiful Mocha skin, and rich, warm chocolate eyes, these perfect, high cheekbones, and a slender body, and while I hadn’t seen it until later, a perky, bubble butt, but it wasn’t any of those things, It is something invisible that I can’t really explain.” I slam back a shot of something interesting. I am not sure what it was called because Candy brought the shots to the table after her performance. “Am I a bad person? Am I wrong for wanting to throw caution to the wind?”

I pecked his lips while I walked to the bathroom, leaving him standing there. I prepared a bubble bath and a champagne. Khanyiswa said I should capture every moment with my iPhone and post on my status so that she can steal my pictures. There were rose pedals inside, and I got in, then poured a glass of champagne and drank it while soaking my body inside the bubble bath. It even smelled so lovely in the bathroom. I even lit on some scented candles. I closed my eyes and tried to savour the moment. This was one of those moments when you just want to listen to yourself think while listening to some music. Bangizwe got me obsessed with his playlists because now I was listening to You Like That b

Cain replied. "Anyway, there's something important I need your help with, Richard," Cain leaned over with excitement. I was intrigued by his request since he rarely asks for any request. "What is it? If there's anything I can do, I'll do my best," I responded. His excitement was palpable as he said, "I think I have a crush on Haze." The shock of his words made me choke on my water, coughing and sputtering as I struggled to regain my composure. It took a moment for me to gather my thoughts and respond.

Both of us wanted to live but I waited because you never knew what my crazy roommate would do. “Yes, sir.” That shocked the fucking hell out of me. Mr. Xavier stood, buttoned his coat, and walked to the door. He didn’t look back. “Your balls are shriveled, aren’t they?” Caine asked. “Hell, they might be partying with yours because they sure the hell disappeared.” Caine grabbed his computer bag and tossed it across the room. I waited for an explanation and for him to calm down a bit. He had kill someone, anyone, written in his expression.

he said, trying to comfort his little brother. "What do you think? She's under some kind of magic spell or they are drugging her or something?" Caine asked sarcastically. "Look at her," he said sadly, "she knows exactly what she's doing. I don't blame her, either. I can't give her all of this," he said as he looked away and cried. "There's no magic here, just strange people doing f*ucked up shit, bro," Caine cried to his brother. Just then the crowd cheered again and the sky filled with what looked like lightning bugs, but they were all different colors. They fluttered around above the gala like embers from a flame.

The incident at the club changed something in Caine. He became more possessive, more creative in his domination. A few days later, he came home with a large, flat box. “I have a new project for you,” he said, his eyes gleaming with a dark, artistic light. He opened the box. Inside, nestled in black foam, were several rolls of thin, black latex sheeting and a small canister of adhesive. “What is this?” I asked. “Your new skin,” he said. “Tonight, you are not a person. You are a piece of art. A living sculpture. And I am the artist.”

Cain laughed and said, “He is the best in his family!” Marcus asked curiously, “Why?” Cain smiled mysteriously and said, “Actually, that son of a b*tch is gay!” “What?” Marcus exclaimed, “Sean Webb is gay?!” “Yes!” Cain blurted, “He is not only gay but also a power bottom! You know, the one who aggressively enjoys being penetrated. Let me tell you, you always see him so cocky and pompous, don’t you? Actually, behind closed doors, he immediately turns into a perverted pillow biter! Rumors had it that he loves making out with strong brawny men and enjoys multiple partners in one go too! Isn’t that awesome?”

Cain is beside me on the grass, close enough that our arms are almost touching, far enough that nobody would think anything of it. A few minutes pass. The garden does its easy summer things. Ice moves in glasses. Someone changes the song. Amelia’s father says something that makes Marcus laugh loud enough to startle the birds. Cain’s eyes slide to me. Then down. Then back up. He looks away immediately. Takes a long sip of his water. “Nice bikini,” he says. Low. Completely casual. “Thank you,” I say. “The blue one.” He’s looking at the fence. “Good choice.”

He walks us into his bathroom and I almost moan when I see his big bathtub. I think we could all fit in here, all three of us, but Cain makes himself at home and walks into the shower like he owns it. Asheron grabs my hand and he helps me get into the bath. I inhale the familiar vanilla-coconut scent and smile. "You like vanilla-coconut bubble baths, Ash? I thought you only bought them for me," I say in a teasing tone as I lower into the perfectly tempered water. Of course Ash would never let me get into a too hot or too cold bath.