Chapter 7
As part of my slave duties, Gage assigned me a list of chores Sunday morning. After I’d done the dishes, folded his laundry, and vacuumed, he reinserted the butt plug and ordered me to scrub both of his bathrooms on my hands and knees.
Only his idea of clean surpassed mine by a hundred miles. He’d made me redo my first attempt, instructing me to use a toothbrush. I’d since moved on to the bathroom in the basement and was now scrubbing the grout between the tiles with a vengeance, all the while silently cursing him.
“R” is for rotten scoundrel.
“S” is for Satan.
“T” is for—
I gasped as the pressure in my ass shifted—it had been there for so long, I’d begun to get used to it.
I stilled as he teased me by sliding the plug out a couple of inches, only to push it back in.
I couldn’t decide if I liked the sensation or not.
He did it again, and I unconsciously raised my ass.
“You like that, huh?” He dipped his fingers between my legs, and the toothbrush fell from my hand and clattered to the floor.
I moaned with each thrust, with every motion of his fingers. I didn’t recognize the woman I’d become; on hands and knees on a bathroom floor, coming undone as my boss fucked me in the ass with a butt plug.
Gage pulled away. “Get up.”
I obeyed and slowly turned to look at him. He was completely naked. Warmth flushed my cheeks. Ashamed of what he’d reduced me to, I had a difficult time meeting his gaze.
He pulled me against him. “You need a shower, and I need you to take care of this.” He grabbed my hand and closed my fingers around his erection.
I stroked him as he backed me toward the stall.
Gage guided me inside and switched on the shower.
Hot water cascaded over us, coming from all directions from the multiple shower heads.
He pushed my back against the wall. “Hold on to these,” he said, lifting my arms and folding my fingers around the two handles built into the shower stall. “Close your eyes. I want you to feel every touch, every sensation.”
My eyes drifted shut, and his soapy hands glided over my skin, fingers teasing breasts, smoothing down my stomach, caressing between my thighs. He left no area untouched. My pulse fluttered at my throat, and when he laved his tongue there, I arched my neck and let out a sigh.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my skin. “So responsive to my touch.”
The warmth of his mouth closed around a nipple. I whimpered, overcome with need, and tightened my grip on the handles. The way he set me off reminded me of the night I’d spent with Ian all those years ago. I hadn’t experienced such intense desire in years; my ex had surely never made my body hum.
Gage grabbed my ass and hoisted me against him. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said. “Keep your eyes closed.”
I obeyed his command. He ran his hands up my back and burrowed them in my hair.
I parted my lips and tasted water as it streamed down my face.
His mouth came down on mine, and my mind fogged over as his tongue swept inside.
His kiss was sensual, urgent, possessive, and erotic, all rolled into one.
He kissed like he smiled—with a devilish edge that was too tempting to ignore.
He delved deeper, and I lost my mind as he thoroughly possessed my mouth.
For a few blissful minutes, I forgot how he’d forced me there, forgot about the beating, the humiliation.
For the first time in years, I felt alive.
He broke away, and without thinking, I opened my eyes; I’d never seen his so bright. In that moment I saw him for the first time. Really saw him, his face softened in vulnerability.
“Turn around,” he said hoarsely.
Limbs shaking, I did as I was told.
“Grab the handles and climb up.”
I looked down and noticed the built-in seat, made specifically to accommodate a woman’s knees. I got into position, and Gage ran his fingers down my spine. He palmed my ass and then dipped the plug in and out.
“Master…” I moaned and arched my back.
“Yes, baby, just like that. You’re gorgeous in this position.” He lightly spanked me. I jumped, not because it hurt, but because the slap was so unexpected. He slapped my ass again, and then he spread my cheeks.
My heart thundered in my ears as he removed the plug and applied lubricant. Apprehension twisted my insides.
“Hold on to those handles,” he said.
Gage’s thick cock slowly pressed in. His intrusion stretched me further, and I gasped for breath at the intensity of the burn, clamped my fingers around the handles, and focused on breathing. I now knew how pleasurable it could feel if I let my mind and body accept it.
“How does it feel?”
“It burns, Master.”
“Try to relax.” He pushed in another inch.
“I can’t!” My knuckles turned white. “Stop—”
“Relax your muscles, Kayla. I’m not trying to hurt you.
” He groaned softly against my ear. “I’m being as gentle as I can, but if you can’t loosen up you’ll have to endure the pain.
This won’t be the last time I fuck you like this.
” He took his time, easing in a little more with each thrust. My knees trembled, and Gage wound his arms around me and palmed my breasts, supporting me with his strength.
He sipped at the water sluicing down my neck and dove deeper. “You feel so good.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, and after a while my body grew accustomed to his. With a final jerk, he came and collapsed onto my back. We stayed frozen like that for a while, me relieved it was over, and him coming down from the high he’d achieved.
He got up and shut off the water. “Come on,” he said, gently tugging on my arm.
I got to my feet. We dried off with fluffy towels, and he ushered me into the basement.
I eyed the bench, remembering my forbidden orgasm from the day before, and wondered if he planned to strap me onto it and beat me again.
But he bypassed the bench and headed for the bed. “Have you been wondering how I’m going to punish you?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
He crawled onto the mattress and sat with his back to the headboard. He patted his lap. “Come here.”
I blinked. “Do-do you want me to straddle you, Master?”
“No, I want you to sit facing away.”
I hesitated a second before climbing onto the bed. The friction of my skin sliding along his excited me.
“Lie against me.”
I reclined against his chest. Gage wedged his legs between mine and spread my thighs.
“I want you to touch yourself until you reach the point where you’re about to orgasm, then I want you to stop. If you come, there will be consequences.”
I swallowed hard. I’d never gotten myself off before in front of another person, and I’d certainly never had to hold back.
With tentative fingers, I reached down and stroked myself, slowly rubbing in a way that was familiar and sensual.
Yet the usual build-up was absent. I squirmed and tried to force myself into the right mindset, but after several minutes my breathing was still too even, the tingles in my body too weak.
He kissed the hollow of my shoulder. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, “do whatever you have to, but get yourself to the edge. You’re not stopping until you do.”
I inhaled a deep breath, closed my eyes, and turned my mind off to anything but the feel of his warm skin underneath me, the zinging sensation deep in my stomach as his hands brushed across my breasts.
My center liquefied as my fingers circled with increasing speed.
A blissful ache rushed through my limbs, and my heartbeat reached a thundering roar.
I jerked my hand away. My chest heaved in his hands, and I panted and squirmed, hating how the ache lingered between my legs.
Gage’s own breathing had grown heavy. Just as the pressure started to subside, he pushed my hand back to my crotch. “Do it again, and stop before you come.”
I tunneled my fingers through my slick folds, and my body immediately responded.
He made me rub myself to the edge several times, until I was openly moaning and grinding my butt against his erection.
Blood rushed through me, molten lava coalescing at the epicenter between my legs.
On the brink of exploding, I trembled so violently that my legs cramped.
He whisked his thumbs across my nipples and I almost burst into flames.
“Please,” I groaned. “I can’t…”
He trapped my hands in his. “Control it. Hold it in. You don’t have my permission to come.”
I arched and dug my fingernails into his skin.
Several minutes passed in silence, and when he pushed my hand back to the center of all that throbbing heat, I thought I’d die.
He forced me to the edge one last time, and then he slid from the bed and fastened my hands to the headboard.
“Wouldn’t want you to give in to temptation,” he said with a crooked grin.
“I’ll be back in an hour. Hopefully you’ll have calmed down by then. ”