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Craving Mr. Cane Trouble Brewing
“It’s barely been a month. I thought they were holding up.” A pause.“You were supposed to give me a heads up. Were you not handling it?” Another pause. “Just stop talking…I’ll be there in half an hour.” Austin’s heated voice carried into the room. I abruptly put down my book and cocked my head. He entered the room shortly, sweaty from his workout and fuming from whatever news he just heard. I followed him with my eyes as he stripped naked and got a towel. I averted my eyes. Forcing my eyes to remain on Stephen King’s short stories. What was he saying about corn?I didn’t retain one word of the whole page as Austin came back to the bed after his shower. He shrugged on a long-sleeved shirt with barely buttoned gray slacks.A suit. I know this Austin very well. Mr. Cane buttoned up his cuff links. All he needs is his expensive loafers and he’d be ready to conquer the world as the big bad boss that he is. “Love, please call your mom. I have an emergency.”“Wait… what happened?” “It
Last Updated : 2023-10-08Craving Mr. Cane Deranged and Missing You
Parker“Show me your hands.” I did as I was told. “Move three steps back.” The old male nurse slotted the tray inside my room and didn’t wait for me to catch it. I learned my lesson that first day.The smell of bland food has never been more unappealing. I slurp up the questionable contents of the tray, not because I want to, but because my famished body is not giving me the option to reject it anymore. Not caring nor minding the weird texture, I don’t even chew on the damned things I’m shoveling down my mouth. My dwindling strength is dependent on these, no matter how much I abhor it. A bang on the metal door distracts me mid-bite. I shuffle onto the only entrance and exit of my confinement because I know that if I don’t, they will make me. The undeniable smirk on my face was swiftly erased that first day when it dawned on me: this was actually worse than prison. I can deal with murderers… but lunatics? I’m not one of those. Or at the very least, not to that extent. That’s wha
Last Updated : 2023-10-09Craving Mr. Cane Fresh Eyes
AustinShrugging on my blazer and stepping inside the elevator, I leave behind the ‘worried boyfriend’ and put on my business armor. I’ve literally built this building from the ground up with my hands. I designed, invested, and toiled away brick from brick, every inch of this building. No one will succeed in prying it out of my hands if I have any say. Board of directors be damned.“Gentlemen,” I say as a greeting. “Let’s get on with it.” “Austin, we have a lot on the agenda today. Your father’s unfortunate demise has left all the companies under Cane Industries in a precarious state.” One of the ancient geezers that is also known as members of the board drones on. I let them have their moment. With these boomers, these board meetings are the highlight of their day. Hell, maybe their month. Sometimes they like to call up the gang just to flaunt their authority. Most of the time, being the youngest, I do not react. But this, today, it’s personal. “...stocks have significantly dro
Last Updated : 2023-10-10Craving Mr. Cane The Gap Between Us
I’m suffocating. My road to recovery is like a roller coaster ride. Some days I’m on the up, more than grateful to be alive. But there are days, the ones that suck me into a pit of despair that seems to be happening more frequently lately. Those days are the worst. A cloud hangs over me. No, a rainstorm thunders over my head, and nothing can get me out of it. The worst part is that I can’t seem to hide it anymore. The people around me tiptoe.My mom minces her words. More often than not, she chooses not to say anything at all for fear of triggering something. My friends put on a show. It’s as if every visit is a quest to pull out a laugh or just an amused smile from me. Sometimes I force myself, other times it’s more exhausting to keep up the facade. I love them dearly, but the need for solitude outweighs everything these days.Austin is unwittingly carrying the brunt of my ire. If Austin could carry me to the bathroom, he would. Hell, if he can walk in my stead, he would be so glad
Last Updated : 2023-10-24Craving Mr. Cane Desecrated
“And here I thought you weren’t the typical shrink.”He cast his eyes on me. “Hmm… so your dad is a touchy subject.” “Why don’t you answer questions about yourself?” I volley back. “You didn’t ask me a question. You were merely stating an observation,” he coolly replied. “And you were, once again, evading my questions as well.”“Touché, Mr. Shrink. By the way, is that offensive?” “I don’t care.” “I read that they call you a shrink in the olden days ‘cause you guys shrink people’s egos. Is that true?”This got him to smile. “Well, it is arguably people’s egos that cause them to suffer, right? People do all sorts of things to protect their egos. Sometimes even to their detriment especially if they have a fragile one. Our perceptions of ourselves are more important than you think.”Well, he might be onto something. For someone like me who’s in my head all the time, it’s really chaotic right now since I feel so lost. It’s like I’m imbalanced, drifting away every so often. Always retur
Last Updated : 2023-10-26Craving Mr. Cane Distance
Austin It’s a lousy fix. Everything that’s happening right now is a band-aid. Yet I’m powerless to change anything. Like a well-oiled machine, I go through the motions day in and day out. Like a series of episodes, the meetings and endless cycle of accomplishing tasks roll on. There is a slight deviation each day but nothing significant. It’s one thing after the next. Being the CEO means delegating everything to the right people. It means putting out fires if they fuck up. It means I rarely grease my hands anymore in what I love to do the most. Creating something out of nothing. Designing and building - it’s the stuff of life. One that I sorely miss. “Hey boss, thanks for gracing us with your presence. Finally!” Tommy said as he lifted his heavy face shield and turned the machine off. I swerved away to prevent the yellow sparks from setting my suit aflame. “Whoa there, gotta be careful, wouldn’t want the big man to burn his sparkly suit,” he added. “I’ve got another board me
Last Updated : 2023-10-31Craving Mr. Cane Broken
It stings. I lay my palm over it. The bullet wound. The brand he left on me. It’s healed, I know it has. It’s just a scar now but I can feel it. Like an indelible mark, I’m forced to it carry forever. Even before opening my eyes, my first thought this morning was unpleasant but not at all unusual these days. An inventory of what aches is the next thing I clock in. My whole torso is stiff and abnormally cold. My ribs are tender and sore as always. Nothing new there. The second thought is a reminder that I need to shove something down my throat to take my medication. Even if hunger has escaped me these days. The third thought would always be the loves of my life. Charlie is fast asleep, maybe because it’s barely dawn but Austin… I glance at his side of the bed. Which is currently empty…? I listen for any sound, any sign of life. Silence permeates the penthouse. Against common sense, I still double-check the rooms. My body protesting. Another round makes me feel tired. I just wo
Last Updated : 2023-11-02Craving Mr. Cane Murphy's Law
Everything feels wrong. My days are all jumbled up. I go through the motions, merely existing. I hope that tomorrow will bring a better day but it seems that’s just what it is; hope.Nothing feels right anymore. There’s a knot that’s formed in my stomach that won’t go away. It squeezes me every which way. Especially when I hear Austin gently leaving the room beside ours. He isn’t mad. That’s what’s so crushing about it. He’s just distant, mostly non-combative in a way that he’d rather let me be than face any problems. He’s decided to stay at his study whenever he isn’t working downstairs.He comes home and works at night too. Maybe it’s his excuse to not see me. I don’t see my friends, I don’t see my mom. My only companion these days is Charlotte. Dinner is a quiet affair consisting of a mute Austin with a poker face. Eye contact is a rare thing nowadays. It’s a miracle if he asks me to pass the salad. It’s one of those dreary meals that we discussed an important matter. “I uhm…”
Last Updated : 2023-11-06
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Craving Mr. Cane Madman
“Get up,” he said. “Now. Hands on the table.” I scrambled up and stood at attention. Slowly, ever so slowly, he put his knee in between my legs from behind. “Legs apart, Olivia.”I was vibrating with anticipation at this point. Everything felt charged. I held my breath as I felt him touch his front slightly on my back. I felt his breath on me, touching my skin as he inspected me. “Where did he touch you?” his soft voice was menacing. “I… Austin…” I stammered while he stood beside me. I felt his choppy breath skirting my shoulder. The goosebumps on my skin were ever prevalent. I couldn’t move, I was stuck as a statue. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. He left me paralyzed just by his presence. “I asked you a question, Olivia.” “I don’t…” “You don’t remember?” “I would rather not,” I exhaled. “How did it feel?” “What? I, I don’t know…” “You’re trying to forget, I understand. But you need to open up for me. “ He said this as he wedged his knee between mine. “Ugh…” “Did he tou
Craving Mr. Cane Control
“You’re right. You did a very bad thing, Olivia. And for so long, you tested my patience.” I shivered at the tone of his voice. It sent chills through me. “You made me watch you at your lowest point. You made me endure everything. All because, what? I love you? I watched you, did you know that?” He stood menacingly. My eyes were focused on him undoing his belt, painstakingly slow. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. At this point, these little words have lost their meaning. He stopped beside me. I stared at the bulge in front of me. He gripped my hair. The caring touches at the hospital are long gone now. In its place, he started squeezing my hair. “You had me so worried. I was losing my mind, did you know that?” he gritted out. “I didn’t know what to do, I was so helpless. I couldn’t even get to you. It’s like you were so far away, in your own head.” “I was… I’m…”“Don’t you fucking say you’re sorry. We’re way past that now.” “But,” I struggled to stay in our conversation but I was dis
Craving Mr. Cane Poking The Bear
“I messed up,” I told Austin. We were in our dining table when I got home from the hospital. Somehow, the guilt and the shame pushed me to bare it all out. “Something needs to change. I NEED to change. I royally fucked up and this whole thing is my mess,” I added. He sat there and I knew he was starting to defend my actions again. “You were drugged. He manipulated you…”I stopped him. “That’s true. But what about all the other decisions I made? I decided to continue with the booze. I chose to take what he was giving me, Austin. Even if I was endangering my job, even if I was getting out of control. I chose those things. You can’t… I can’t pin this all on anybody else but me. I have a part in all this mess. A big part, actually.” He lowered his head. Maybe he’s realizing I have a point. “I trust too easily. Call it naivety or just plain stupidity, but I always choose to see the good in people. Even to my detriment.”He looked up at me. “But that’s what I like about you. You chose t
Craving Mr. Cane This Time 'Round
“I’m so sorry, Austin. Please!” The words fell from my mouth even as I was beginning to wake up. The crushing guilt enveloped me right when I saw his face hovering beside me. “It’s alright, you’re okay…” He kept on saying. “No, no, I-” “Whatever it is, that’s fine. We’re going to be okay.”“No, you don’t understand. He did things… I was…” I tried to explain. I tried to rationalize and did my best to come out with it but he just wouldn’t let me. “I said it’s alright, Olivia. My god, the doctors just gave me a rundown of the drugs circulating in your system. They had to pump it out of you just a few hours ago, Liv. It was that toxic.” “I know, I wasn’t myself. I was so messed up. But it was still me, somehow. I had a decision, I made them, a lot of them. Things I regret.” “What are you... What are you saying? What happened?” His brows bunched and I immediately thought how adorable it was until I was reminded of what actually went down in that room. “He took advantage of me. And
Craving Mr. Cane Hate
“I fucking hate you. I hate what you’re doing to me. You’re doing this to me when you know what I’ve been through. You’re no better than all the worst men I know.”He laughed when I said this. He grinned like I was a silly little child complaining. Like I was a mere plaything. Like I don’t have any right to disturb him. It made my blood boil and my insides squirm. “You tricked me. You made me believe in all your bullshit. Just so you could, what? Do this to me?” “Isn’t it worth it? I do say so myself.” He smiled like he already won this game we were playing. Checkmate, his face said it all. “I beg to disagree,” my voice was barely a whisper. But my rage was slowly cooking. It’s seeping through my drug-infused senses. It’s waking me up.I scrunched my eyes. “You’re going to pay for this.” “Yeah, sure. You’re saying that as if you’re not dying to fuck me right now. Need I remind you how wet you are? You’re about to put me inside you, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I can prolong this. J
Craving Mr. Cane Monster
I couldn't focus on anything. My body is on fire. It’s itching to move on its own, seeking pleasure, wanting the release.He was driving me crazy and I felt like nothing was in my control. Somehow, this was everything that I wanted at this moment, and yet… and yet… “What do you want, Olivia?” he whispered. The voice is enticing, making me lose all sense of control.I want to be ravaged. I want to be owned. It’s driving me insane. This animalistic need that’s welling up in me. And yet… “No…” I tried to tell him. “This is…” I tried again. “What?” He pressed his lips on the side of my throat. So light that I barely felt it. Somehow that’s worse. He lifted his other hand, the one that’s not tormeting me and glided it from my face, to my neck to my arms. Right down to my lower back. He pressed on it. Making me slide onto him forward and to his waiting hand. His fingers pressed on my intimate parts. He barely moved it. I was burning from the inside. An internal battle raging in me.
Craving Mr. Cane Ecstasy
"You want me to fucking relax? Are you… goddamn crazy?" I said, bewildered and very much annoyed. "Just enjoy it. I'm sure you'll love it." He looked at his watch. "20 minutes, and you'll feel it."And just like that, everything started to feel good. Just like he said. The antsy feeling in my gut was starting to dissipated. "Am I… am I floating?" I giggled. I stared at my hand and smiled. "There you are," he smiled back. It gave me this strange sense of peace, like nothing I've ever felt before. The weight on my chest is getting lifted. "I feel floaty, Matthew." "I know. Isn't it great? I mixed those for you. Especially for you, sweetheart." He began touching my hand. My initial thought was to remove it but then… "Do you like it? Do you feel better?" And I did. I was light, I was happy. Finally. My god. I smiled, I really smiled. "You're so fucking beautiful, have I told you that?" He sat down beside me. "Nope. You haven't but I'm starting to feel it. I kinda feel pretty.
Craving Mr. Cane Something Wicked This Way Comes
‘Sweetheart’, the term made my skin crawl. I never knew such a word could make me want to vomit that much. Or was it just the pills he shoved down my throat? I have no idea at this point. Does it matter? I’m in deep shit. There’s no other description of the situation. I watched him as he tried to hide his triumphant smug grin. “Please…” I pleaded. “Please, what? Let you go?” he shrugged. “Can’t do that.” “Matthew…” “Hmm… I really… really like that,” he confessed. “I just love hearing it from you. Makes me so excited, you know?” I closed my eyes. Everything was spinning. I scrunched them, maybe if I will this whole thing to go away… “Look at me,” he said menacingly. “Just… don’t go away. You like to not be here, I’m fed up with that. Stay here with me, okay?” “Where do I go?” I prodded. Anything to keep him talking. He might not do anything bad if we just talk. Fat chance of that happening but I can try, can’t I? I have no other choice. “Your past. You always go back,” he sa
Craving Mr. Cane Je Ne Sais Quoi
I went numb. All movements halted as I processed the information he gave me. “I... I should be scared? But… what have I done?” I couldn’t believe the things he was saying. Why is he mad? I should go. I tried to get up once again. He put more weight on my twisted arm, he’s crushing me down the cushion. I felt the panic rising more and more. I wanted to scream and run hysterically but I tried to stamp it down. That won’t help me now. He’s far stronger and angrier, I don’t stand a chance if it will come to blows. One-on-one combat has never gone well for women against men. “Can you release me? You’re hurting me, Matthew.” “No. You’re just going to leave,” he said but somehow his hold eased up. “I’m not, can we just talk about this first? There’s no need to get physical.” I tried to reason with the man, the primal need to escape from danger not letting up one bit. “If you let me go, I’ll stay. I promise.” “You’re too smart for your own good but I guess we could talk.” He releas
