Chapter13 Swollen Inside Too
When she woke again, she was in the hotel halfway up the mountain.
Even though her body had been cleaned, she still felt sore all over, like her bones had been taken apart and reassembled. After countless hours of sex, Caius had frantically vented his manic desire, making her climax again and again. It was terrifying.
Linnea groaned in complaint, then her gaze fixed on the nightstand.
It was the painting Amy had taken.
In the corner was an inscription: "To the beautiful and elegant Miss Linnea."
Caius emerged from the bathroom, his damp body still radiating intense desire as he approached her.
Linnea took his hand and kissed his calloused palm. He stared at her for a moment, then lifted her chin and kissed her deeply.
"Caius, I love that painting. It even has a personal dedication from the artist..."
Caius glanced at the painting on the nightstand. When he saw the ugly handwriting, his expression darkened. "I've changed my mind. I'm going to destroy it."
Linnea instinctively lunged to save the painting, forgetting everything else as she grabbed for his hand.
"Ah! Caius... ow..."
Caius looked down at his greedy little cat who had fallen off the bed, his anger dissolving.
"Can't get up?"
"..."
"What hurts? Your ankle? Your back?"
Linnea's eyes reddened. She glared at him angrily, then quickly pointed between her legs.
"Your inner thighs are rubbed raw?" Caius finally smiled. "Oh... poor little cat."
"You cruel tyrant!" Linnea cried out. "I just wanted to thank you! Didn't you have someone add that inscription?"
"Of course not. Some foolish subordinate probably did it. Doesn't matter now."
He moved to help her up, but she frowned and whimpered, "Caius, it hurts! Be gentle!"
"Alright, it's my fault for hurting my fragile little cat."
Caius had no choice but to scoop her up and place her back on the bed. He took the first aid kit from the nightstand and scooped out some clear ointment.
Linnea watched in surprise.
At least when he was clearheaded, Caius had never applied medicine to her before.
"Caius, I can do it myself..."
"Shut up." Caius cut her off, lifting her nightgown with one hand. "Hold still."
Linnea obeyed. She couldn't see what was happening below, but Caius's head was so close she could feel his hot, moist breath on her skin.
The cool liquid touched her skin, soothing the burning wounds.
Linnea couldn't help trembling. "Are you done yet?"
The moment she asked, Caius's breath seemed to draw even closer, his nose barely grazing her skin.
"Your panties are wet."
Linnea instinctively squeezed her legs together, but Caius forcefully pried them open again.
She felt like she was suffocating. Then Caius laughed wickedly. "You're so easy to fool."
Caius was teasing her again!
But why should Caius be the only one controlling their flirtation?
Linnea refused to give in. She suddenly pressed her foot against the front of his dress pants and ground down hard.
Caius grunted, his gaze darkening as he stared at her, though his words remained matter-of-fact.
"Spread your legs. You're red inside too."
He reached out, hooking the edge of her panties, about to push the flimsy fabric aside, while saying lightly, "I have a conference call with a business partner next. I doubt you want to expose your shamelessness to a stranger."
Linnea's foot pressing against his crotch froze, and she tried to pull it back, but he gripped her ankle tightly.
She stared in disbelief. "So you're going to treat my private area while handling work?"
"Why not?"
The phone rang. As Caius reached to answer it, Linnea frantically stopped him. "You can't be this ridiculous! At least let me apply it myself!"
Caius's gaze was intense, but finally he smiled. "Fine."
Only then did Linnea feel she'd regained control. As Caius discussed business with his partner, she retreated to the foot of the bed, spread her legs, and began tending to her tender flesh.
Caius sat at the edge of the bed, negotiating business on the phone.
Linnea tried to eavesdrop on company secrets.
But she couldn't.
Caius's slightly husky voice seemed to transform into a tangible feather, lightly scraping across the skin where she was applying ointment. It was too humiliating. Linnea couldn't force herself to concentrate. All she knew was that her cheeks were getting hotter.
"Yes, this collaboration has been very pleasant. I heard you're interested in horse racing. Next time, we can discuss business at the racetrack..."
As Caius exchanged final pleasantries with his partner, Linnea bit her lip hard, applying ointment deeper inside.
Suddenly, a hand landed on her back, fingers tracing down her spine from top to bottom.
Linnea's whole body shuddered. Her hand holding the cotton swab trembled, and the swab slipped out, falling onto the sheets and leaving a faint wet mark.
She hissed in anger, "Caius!"
Caius's tone remained unchanged, but he glanced at her with a smile and suddenly pressed Linnea beneath him. He grabbed the ointment again, and his fingers covered in the cool gel thrust directly into her soaked passage.
"...!"
The pleasure of being penetrated was too intense. To keep silent, Linnea nearly bit her lip bloody.
Meanwhile, Caius continued his lengthy small talk with his business partner. After horses, they discussed golf, then wine. The conversation seemed endless.
The small patch of sheet beneath her gradually soaked through, until Caius pulled her into his arms and waved his fingers before her eyes.
As if asking: is this ointment, or your shameless arousal?
Linnea closed her eyes, her face burning.
Caius wanted to tease her more, but his words caught in his throat.
Because Linnea had actually taken the initiative to kiss his wet finger!
Looking satisfied with herself, Linnea kissed the toy, then took it into her mouth.
Caius felt flames ignite in his lower abdomen, the heat nearly making his brain explode.
But Linnea wasn't satisfied with just that.
Once Caius's expression had completely darkened, she released his finger and dove under the covers.
Damn vixen.
Caius was nearly killed by her clumsy "seduction." He almost crushed his phone.
Just as everything was about to spiral out of control, Caius grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her out from under the covers.
Linnea tilted her head, looked at him with a smile, her lips trembling as she suddenly let out a soft moan.
"Ah..."
On the other end of the line, it was heard crystal clear.