One month.

That's 4 fucking weeks the dick of a man has been gone.

He gives me the best orgasm I've ever had, well that I can remember, and then leaves on some business trip.

No goodbye, no nothing. I just wake up to Mary telling me Master Caine had to leave for a few days.

I guess thirty-one days means a few in his mind.

Pulling the brush aggressively through my hair, hissing at myself when it snags on a knot. My eyes zeroing in on the only trace of what happened that night. The perfect curved scar was still visible on my breast where Caine had bitten me. Heat filling my core once more. Wrapping a band around my hair in a high ponytail, I set the brush aside.

"Oh no, not again." Quickly I turned the cold tap on, filling my hands with the cool liquid before splashing my face and neck.

For the last month, I have been having hot flushes. It's been getting worse each day. I wasn't looking forward to another day of dry humping my hand, searching for the release I needed but could never find.

"I need to get out of here." I wanted a detraction and I knew just want I wanted to do.

I had been here for almost three months now and the only rooms I have explored were the kitchen, library, the gardens, and the pool house where I seemed to spend most of my time.

But I have never seen what is down the second hallway off the kitchen. I had asked Mary about it two weeks ago as I watched her prepare three bowls of soup like she did every day, three times a day. Her only response being, "never mind that sweetheart," before detracting me with something else.

Not today!

Quickly I pulled up my denim booty shorts, doing the jump and wiggle so they would sit correctly, securing the low waistband in the front. Next, the flower crop top flowed loosely over my shoulders. It was just long enough to cover the underside of my tits.

I had found the less I wore the more comfortable I felt. Underwear went out just after the first week. The constant rubbing against my nipples was almost enough to make me cream myself.

I had been wearing skirts and crop tops but today I had wanted the hard rubbing against my tight bud. The torture it was causing me already, was making my breathing quicken.

Walking out of the room, the delicious rubbing between my legs heated my flesh more. Taking the steps slowing I had to stop halfway down. A moan escaped my lips and I tightened my grip on the rail.

"Are you okay dear?" Mary's voice broke the spell I had been under.

"Y-yes Mary, I'm fine." My voice came out husky making me clear my throat.

"Alright sweetheart. I have to head out today, I won't be back until this afternoon. Did you think you could make yourself something for lunch?"

"Oh, um, yeah that's cool. I can do it." My attempt at sounding disappointed must have worked because Mary gave me instructions on where the cold cuts were in the fridge before heading out the door.

Not wanting to waste any time I walked through the kitchen, grabbing an apple as I passed the bowl and continued down the second hall I had never been allowed to walk down.

The vibe on this side of the house felt darker. The windowless hall was dimly lit by a few lights scattered along the length. A steep staircase leading down to a dark abyss had me faltering at the top. What in the world could they be keeping down here? With a quick check over my shoulder, I started the descent down the creepy staircase.

Sixteen stairs down it was so dark I could only just make out my hand if I held it close to my face. The steps had flattened out and the dim light at the top of the stairs looked horribly far away from where I was standing.

Rising my arms, I placed my right hand on the wall while the left swung slowly in an arc in front of me in the hope, I wouldn't run into anything.

After only a few careful steps forward my fingertips brushed against another wall directly in front of me. Moving my right hand to the new walled I turned my body to walk around the corner only to hit the third wall.

My eyes blinked trying to see anything in the darkness, but now even the light from the stairs had disappeared. Fear trickled into my bones.

"Okay, think Yasmin." My voice echoed quietly in the small space. My right hand had only moved to the next wall on the left, so if I move in back one wall and swap hands, I should be facing back the way I came in.

With slight hesitation, my body moved following its own instructions. Facing what I hoped was the way out, I drew in a deep breath trying to bring myself the courage to move.

A spicy scent reminding me of Caine washed over me, as a wave of heat flashed over my body. The molten center focused on my throbbing core.

Tightening my thighs and causing the hard fabric of my jean short to press harshly into my wet slit, pulled a breathy moan from my lips. My head dipped down, trying to regain control over my body.

With every deep breath in, more of the intoxicating smell was pull deep into my lungs. Dampness slicked the folds covering my sensitive flesh. My hand not resting against the wall found its normal path down to my core.

Flicking open the button on my pants seconds before my fingers reached inside to work at the knot needing to cum. Panting, my fingers worked harder as I braced my forearm on the wall to hold me in my upright position. Whimpering when the pressure just kept building without a release.

With a cry of rage, I pulled my fingers free.

"Did you need me to help with that?" A deep voice whispered from the darkness in front of me.

Rough fingers pulled my waist, spinning me so my back was pressed against his front. His large hand snaking over my bare stomach and into my still open pants. A large finger sliding through my wet walls before pulling back and only lightly brushing over my clit. "Caine."

The one word was all I could say as his fingers thrust into my needing flesh and I fell apart around his hand.

My knees threatened to give way as he pressed my chest against the wall. His fingers buried deep inside my wanting hole. His palm flush against my needy bud sending more shocks into my body.

His other hand glided over my bare skin lightly brushing the underside of my breast. The heat of his body held tight behind me as his hardness rubbed between my ass cheeks. Another moan filled the silence, this time from Caine as I pressed back into his erection, rotating my hips slowly. The movements aided his fingers in finding all the right spots.

His breath whispered on my neck, "Someone has been a bad girl while I was away." His lips feathered my ear before he nipped at my earlobe.

My head dropped back to his shoulder, giving him more access to my neck, wanting to feel his lips along the delicate skin.

The pressure building at my core reached its maximum. "Please C-Caine, I need more," I begged. I needed it, my body felt on fire and he was the only salvation, An oasis in the desert.

His fingers slowed from their unrelenting pace, stopping altogether before he removed them from my sex. "W-what are you doing? I was so close." I was trying to control my breathing. My heart was in overdrive and my body was shaking with need.

"Umm, you taste so good for someone who has been a naughty girl. Maybe I need to spank you?" His lips brushed my jaw, sending a shiver through me.

"Now tell me. Why are you down here Yasmin? I know you were warned not to come down here."

Oh shit. Snapping my eyes open only to be met with blackness surrounding me. In my need to get off, I had forgotten where I was. "Ah, I got lost?"

Even to my ears, it sounded more like a question than an answer.

"Lost?" was all he said before dragging his sharp teeth along my exposed throat.

"Ah, no... I mean..." I couldn't think as his hand gently massaged my heavy breast. Carefully avoiding my nipples and making me insane.

"The truth Yasmin and you will get a reward."

I could feel how wet my pants had become. My head was spinning with the desire to have my fill of the inhumanly gorgeous sex god.

"I w-wanted to see. Please." I couldn't think anymore. His fingers circled my nipple still not touching it as I braced both hands on the wall grinding my hips harder into the bulge waiting in his pants.

Cold air filled the space around me. I spun around as Caine stepped away from me, a smirk on his face. "You were told for your safety, not to come down here and you disobeyed."

His voice was firm, no longer husky with need.

The little light was now shining down from the top of the stairs where Caine's large form had been blocking it out, showed the impressive size of his manhood standing at attention.

"Upstairs." His tone made my eyes focus on his face.

"What?"

Taking a step forward he wrapped his fingers around my arm, dragging me back up the dark stairs.

"I said, Go upstairs. Wait in your room until I decide how to punish you."

I stopped walking at his words. He couldn't be serious. Pulling on my arm he dragged me to the bottom of the grand staircase leading up to the room. "Now go!" he commanded, slapping my butt and sending yet another wave of heat to run through my veins.