Chapter 12
This was the most wicked form of punishment ever. He’d restrained me to the bed, and I couldn’t move.
At all.
Rope bound my skin in a soft texture, and my knees were bent and spread wide.
He’d tied my ankles to my thighs and had extended the rope to the bed posts to keep me that way.
My arms were stretched above and fastened to the headboard.
He had me exactly where he wanted me—helpless and at his mercy, which was nonexistent.
He licked a slow path down my center, dipped into my entrance, and then glided his tongue to the aching bud of nerves he knew would break me if he put the right amount of pressure there. He’d been at this for the last forty-five minutes, according to the clock on the nightstand.
“You’re so fucking wet. I bet you want to come so bad right now.”
My only answer was a whimper. I’d clamped my lips closed since he’d started his torture methods. Why add to his pleasure with verbal confirmation his punishment was working?
“You’re much too quiet.” He turned around and eased his cock between my lips, and his tongue went back to work between my thighs.
I whimpered again as he pushed deeper into my mouth. The taste of him speared through me, and I felt warmth flood under his lips and tongue. An unrestrained moan vibrated around his cock. I was so close.
“Too close, baby,” he said, ceasing his erotic kiss.
“You’re not coming tonight.” He blew a cool breath over inflamed, heated flesh, making my insides clench.
I squirmed in desperation. His hips bucked, and he deepened his possession of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. My heart raced in fear.
Don’t gag, don’t gag, I told myself.
He came with a hoarse cry, and I was so hot with need I would have begged without shame, but I was too busy swallowing. He pulled from my mouth and knelt between my legs again, where he rubbed me to insanity.
I squeezed my eyes shut as involuntary sounds rumbled from my lips.
“Please let me come,” I said sometime later, for the fifth…
no, sixth or seventh time. My hips rocked constantly, though I couldn’t seem to bring myself closer to the hand causing so much pleasure and frustration simultaneously.
“Please. I can’t take it. Fuck me anally if you want… please…”
“No.”
Why was I being punished again?
I must have asked the question out loud, because he answered, “You tried leaving without permission.”
I drew in a shuddering breath as more pressure built. “You’ll let me out of the house with permission?”
“Eventually, yes, when I can trust you not to bolt.” His lips curved into a smile. “After tonight, the way you stayed, even admitted you loved me so you could stay, I think we’re reaching that point.”
Conversation distracted me from the ache he refused to relieve, so I kept talking. “If I asked to go to the mall for lunch or a coffee, you’d let me?”
“It would depend.” He leaned down and added his tongue for a few strokes.
“God! Gage…” Focus. “Depend on what?”
He looked up from between my thighs, a sheen of my desire on his lips. “On whether you’d earn that privilege. I told you there’d be rules that govern your behavior, and I meant it. You’ll be allowed friends—female friends—but only if I approve of them first.”
“You’re planning to control every aspect of my life?” Was he serious?
“Yes,” he said simply. “I control your orgasms”—he pressed hard on my clit, making me shake—“your schedule, your relationships with others.” He paused, growing even more serious.
“I’m a jealous man, Kayla. That hasn’t changed.
You’ll never be allowed to talk to other men in a casual or social setting.
Your words are for me only, your ideas and dreams are mine. This body is mine.”
“Am I supposed to ignore every man on the planet? Even to the point of rudeness?”
“No. You speak to other men only when necessary, and you excuse yourself when it isn’t.” He gave me a stern look. “And it is never necessary for you to see or talk to my brother. I want him out of your life for good.”
I was pretty sure that wouldn’t be a problem after our last encounter. Gage had allowed me to return Stacey’s frantic calls, and I’d discreetly checked my call log. Ian hadn’t tried to contact me once.
“This sounds like a lot,” he said, “but you’ll adjust. I do want you to have friends and interests outside of me, but that doesn’t happen until they go by me first, understand?”
Oh, I understood all right, and his tone was pissing me off.
“What if I decide to leave? Will you let me?”
He crawled up my body until we were face to face, and his intoxicating breath mingled with mine. “You can leave, but you’ll never be allowed back. Ever. Leave me, and it’ll be for good.”
He’d given me my freedom, so why wasn’t I jumping for it?
Because you love him, you dumbass, and he knows it. He knows you’re not going anywhere.
“The good news about these rules,” he continued, “is that Eve will follow them too when she’s older. No boyfriends until she’s sixteen, and they’ll have to pass our inspection, as will her friends. I’m sure you can agree with me on this point.”
He was right. I did agree, but I still didn’t appreciate being treated the same way.
“I’m an adult, Gage. These ‘rules’ of yours leave no foundation for trust. You don’t trust me, and you never will. You take and take and take, but you give nothing in return.”
He was too quiet, and I wasn’t sure if he was going to blow a fuse or ignore the issue entirely. “You’re right,” he said.
That was the last thing I expected him to say. “I am?”
“I have a hard time trusting. I’m working on it.”
“Well…you’ve been working on compromising too, so why don’t we go back to that?”
“Such as?” he asked.
“I won’t flirt with men. I have no interest to anyway since I’m so hung up on you.
” I rolled my eyes. “God help me. I don’t know why, but I am.
” A huge grin spread across his face. “But you need to trust me,” I continued.
“Just because I talk to some random guy at the coffee shop about the latest song or movie doesn’t mean anything.
It’s called polite chatter, and people do it all the time. ”
He shook his head. “No. You don’t. You belong to me and only me.
If you have something to say about music or movies, you come to me.
You don’t seem to get it, Kayla. I want every part of you, and your behavior will honor that.
If this hypothetical coffee shop guy asks you what you think of the new Britney Spears song, you say, ‘thanks for the coffee, but I have to go,’ and you fucking walk away.
” He gripped my chin so I had no choice but to look at him. “Do you understand me?”
“I understand,” I mumbled.
“You’re mine, and I won’t compromise on this. If you want to leave the house, you ask for permission first. I’ll expect a rundown on where you’re going, who with, what you’re doing, and when you’ll be back—and you’d better be back in time or face punishment.”
It was all I could do not to sneer at him. “So basically I am a child then.”
He smirked. “Your tone right now suggests it, but no. You’re simply mine, and you’ll do as I say.”
He reached behind him and produced a gag. “Now enough of this. If you’re still able to form coherent sentences, then I haven’t been doing my job.” He glanced at the clock. “You have at least three more hours of writhing on this bed before I let you sleep.”
He pushed the gag into my mouth before continuing with his torture methods. My eyes rolled back after he started in with a vibrator. Guantanamo Bay had nothing on Gage Channing.