Garden of Sins

6. The little black dress for you, Caden

Alayna

At about eleven, everyone goes their own way. Mason and Emilia are sleeping in the basement, which I still don’t understand, but I have given up trying to understand anything here. Keaton and Olivia have also retreated. Ava is in the office and I hear her on the phone. Who is she talking so naively to on the phone? She takes advantage of the fact that her father is busy celebrating being childless. But fine, let her. I understand.

I’m sure you hear her too, but you don’t say anything. You usually don’t say anything to her, but Carter’s a real pit bull...who walks around cursing for whatever reason. Carter swears all the time.

You’re lying on the guest bed in our room. As always, the sight of you distracts me because you’re topless, Caden, and you have your arms folded beneath your head. You are so incredibly hot and you certainly know it. Men like you, who know exactly how to get what they want, can be intimidating.

As I rip clothes out of my suitcase, unable to decide what to wear, you watch me, as usual. Your eyes burn into my back, as usual.

We want to go out because going to bed early is not our thing. Carter’s coming with us. Like so many times. And I have recently been getting a fu

“Take your clothes off,” you say sluggishly and wave your hand in the air.

I turn my head over my shoulder and take off my dress so that I stand with my back to you in my black underwear. In front of you, I have no inhibitions. And after the few weeks we’ve been together, that should mean something to me. First, you drove my inhibitions out of me.

“Everything,” you demand hoarsely and your eyes burn with desire. I love that. That I have the power to make you look like that. That I have the power to take away your control, if only for a few minutes.

I roll my eyes with a smile, roll the panties off my hips, and undo my bra.

“I love your ass,” you say roughly and point to my suitcase. “Did you bring the little black one?”

The little black one, as you call it, is a tight, long-sleeved, off-the-shoulder number that emphasizes my ass. Actually, I don’t like to wear it that much, but you love it on me, and I love it when you desire me and the way you look at me then.

“Yes, I did,” I say, but don’t move. Naturally, I have it with me, precisely because I know how much you love it on me.

“Put it on, Alayna,” you demand and raise an eyebrow. “Without underwear.”

I play your game because I love your games. I love the thrill and the thrill of the forbidden. And I love it when you are like this, so casually dominant.

Wordlessly, I bend down and stretch my naked ass towards you, so you’ll make a pleasurable sound. I feel how you glide your fingertips over my ass.

God, please stop if you don’t want me to attack you right now.

Briefly, you push your fingers inside me and I groan in shock and with pleasure. GOD, CADEN!

Then you pull them back out again. “Go!” you demand and I need a few seconds before I can function properly. Do you actually know what you do to me?

Absentmindedly, I remove the dress from the suitcase knowing that you are rock hard, but then you are always in control. If you don’t feel like it right now, I can do what I want, you won’t touch me and drive me crazy.

I stand up and pull the dress over my head. Then I pull my hair back so I can put makeup on before I turn around again.

“By the way,” you say, “it was pretty hot how you handled the questioning at the table. No one talks like that to a Keaton Rush. Everyone cowers under his gaze. I’m proud of you, baby girl.”

What you say warms me on the inside. I admit I’m not great with compliments, so it always takes some time to accept it when you say something like that to me. But I love it when you do. When you push me like that. You give me so much and you don’t realize it. “It sort of just popped out,” I mutter.

You raise an eyebrow, but don’t share your thoughts with me. You rarely do. You’re more of a quiet person who works things out for himself.

“In front of me or my family, you can blurt out whatever,” you say and it grows even warmer inside me. Really, how can one not fall in love with you? Finally, you nod towards the door. “Get ready.”

Sighing, I reach for my makeup bag and go downstairs to the bathroom because the upper one is now occupied by Ava, who is soaking in the bathtub, warbling Ariana Grande songs.

When I get downstairs, I walk across the cool floor to the large bathroom on the first floor. The lights turn on automatically when I enter and I plod across the tiled floor to the wide marble washbasin and place my makeup bag on top.

Meanwhile, I appear more rested. With me, it almost seems as if I am not awake and fully fit until eight in the evening.

I cream my skin and apply makeup. Then I stand on my tiptoes and bend over the marble sink towards the mirror. With one hand, I support myself on the edge of the basin.

Carefully, I use a pencil on my eyebrows while biting the tip of my tongue because this is fine work. The door opens behind me, but I can’t turn around since I’m concentrating, but I see behind me in the mirror that it’s you.

I notice exactly how your gaze wanders over my body and you tilt your head as if deep in thought. Then you close the door behind you and lock it.

I am immediately hot because I know exactly what it means. Caden, you little hot stalker. My heart starts pounding as you come near me and your gaze in the mirror burns into mine.

Swallowing, I sink back on my heels and reach for my eyeliner. Okay, I’ll just continue with my makeup. No problem.

My fingertips tremble a bit as you stand behind me and slowly slide the dress up over my butt. And you continue to look at me through the mirror. Okay. I’d rather not do the eyeliner now. So, I put it away and a brief smile dashes across your lips. Hot desire increasingly builds within me.

I see us in the mirror and the picture is a bit hot. Everything in co

You’re not wearing anything on top except your tattoos. Gently, you run your nose through my hair.

“Go ahead,” you murmur and I feel you pulling down your pants. My breathing increases. What do you mean, keep going, Caden? I can’t even think straight right now. A moan escapes me. I want to close my eyes, but your gaze holds me captive. Then I feel how you stroke me and exhale shakily.

“I said, carry on,” you murmur and I shiver. Okay, if you don’t fuck me now, I’ll fuck myself.

Beaten, aroused, and completely confused, I reach for my powder. I can powder myself, but certainly not draw an accurate line with eyeliner.

You place one hand on my hip. “Careful,” you warn and your hoarse voice shoots right to my stomach. My insides are heating up and tingling violently as I stretch my butt towards you. God, I want you so much.

I open the lid of the powder, but I am still watching you because you are so devastatingly beautiful.

You inhale deeply and I feel you at my entrance. “Go ahead,” you demand when I falter again expectantly. Dammit it, Caden! Are you trying to kill me?

Breathing shakily, I take the powder puff and dab the powder before I lift it to my face and you finally push yourself slowly into me.