Chapter 21
This felt wrong, but God if I wasn’t tingling at the thought of making him submit.
The idea was exhilarating, arousing…absolutely terrifying.
We stood in the middle of the basement, three feet apart from each other, yet the aura of his presence wrapped around me as tangibly as his arms. I was a moment away from sinking to my knees and saying I’d changed my mind.
His lips quirked. “You can’t do it, can you?”
I balled my hands. “Strip.”
His smile never wavered from amused as he unbuttoned his shirt. “You’re nervous. I can read you well. Having second thoughts?”
“I always have second thoughts when it comes to you, so obviously you don’t read me well enough.”
He let his shirt fall to the floor and then reached for his belt. “What are you going to do with me, now that you have me here under your control?”
We both knew it was a lie. I didn’t have control. Not yet. “Give me your belt.”
He pulled it from his pant loops and tossed it to me. My mouth parted, breath moistening my lips as he lowered his slacks. Did anything fail to turn him on? His cock stood tall and proud. Suddenly, I lost my inhibitions.
Payback was a bitch.
“Lie on the bed.”
“There are many ways to lie on a bed, Kayla.”
Didn’t I know it. “On your back.”
He did so without a word, without shame, and his gaze followed me across the room. I found his leather cuffs and returned to him. I wasn’t nearly as capable as he in restraining someone, but I managed to bind his hands to the headboard. I stood back and eyed him.
“Is this all you got?” he asked.
Dropping the belt, I laughed to cover my nervousness and retreated another step, far enough so he could see me from head to toe.
I unzipped my dress and let it pool around my feet, revealing nothing underneath except for a pair of thigh highs and a garter belt.
No panties. I still obeyed that rule, mainly because it would drive him wild.
His gaze lowered to the lace tops of my stockings, and his appreciation heated my skin. “God, you’re sexy.”
Fingers trembling, I lightly pinched my nipples, watching him the whole time. Truth was, I had no idea what to do, and I was scared of going to him. He still owned me, even though he was the one cuffed to the damn headboard this time.
Stop being a coward.
I sauntered to the bed and climbed up, my thighs sliding along his as I straddled him.
“I’m going to tease you until you beg.” I brought my hands to my breasts again, thumbs brushing the peaks until they pebbled into aching buds.
His lips parted, as if he were about to speak, but he mashed them together instead.
I stared at him, amazed at the sight of him restrained and helpless underneath me.
I dipped my fingers between folds already slick with need and stroked myself while he watched. His chest rose and fell more rapidly as my breathing escalated, and when I came, throwing my head back and arching my spine, I heard him groan.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I said, moving down his body and lowering my head, my lips an inch from his wet tip. I raised my eyes to his.
“What do you think, Kayla?”
“I think you’re about to beg.” I darted my tongue out and lapped up his moisture.
He sucked in a breath. “You know what your mouth does to me.”
“You’re not coming tonight.”
He flexed his hands in the restraints, his eyes deepening to indigo, and my heart pounded.
I was going to pay for this, had known it all along, but that hadn’t stopped me from strong-arming him into those leather cuffs.
The fact that he was playing along with my pathetic attempt at making him submit said a lot.
But he’d still make me pay, especially after what I was about to do. I didn’t have the sadist gene, and he had it in spades. I would hurt him though—I’d force his secrets from him and deal with the consequences later.
“You’re not coming,” I repeated, “unless you give me what I want.”
“What do you want?”
“Everything.” I licked down his shaft, tongue caressing silky skin, and kissed my way back to the tip. He groaned, his cock twitching under my tongue.
“I’m going to make your ass so red for this,” he said through clenched teeth. He looked ready to either devour me, or make me hurt. He’d probably do both simultaneously if I freed him.
“I’m sure you will, but I want answers, Gage, so it’s worth it to me.”
“What are you talking about?”
Instead of answering, I took him deep, and he raised his hips, his hands bunching into fists as I worked him the way he liked.
His body language spoke to me. He was close, his desire trickling out with each slide of my mouth.
I curled my fingers around the base of his shaft and squeezed, grazing my teeth just under the head.
A warning.
He closed his eyes, his muscles strung tight as a guitar string.
I held still, refusing to give him release, my teeth hinting at pain if he moved an inch.
His eyes popped open when I got to my knees.
I had all kinds of questions I wanted to ask—things he’d never tell me normally.
I had him by the balls, literally, and I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
“How long did you plan this, before I stole from you?”
“Fuck, Kayla. You’re really going there?”
“I’m going there.” I fisted his erection and worked him with my hand. “Answer me. How long?”
His hips rose and fell. “Years. Long before I hired you. He wanted you, so I did too.”
“You hiring me…that wasn’t a coincidence, was it?”
“No.”
“Why’d you wait so long to make your move?”
“No opportunity,” he gasped. “Put your mouth on me again.”
“No. You’re not the one in control this time.”
“Shit,” he said, strangled, “when it comes to you, I’m never in control. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
I paused. “That makes two of us.”
“Don’t stop, baby. I need your mouth.”
I withdrew my hand, ignoring his protests, and circled my clit, though finding release a second time would take longer. “Doing what you did to me…did it help? Do you hate them less now?”
“Them?”
“Ian and his father.”
“I can’t believe you just said his name while you’re straddling me, flicking your damn clit.”
I imagined Gage’s hands and mouth on my breasts and moaned.
“If you’re thinking of him—”
“I’m thinking of you,” I interrupted, glancing at his stiff cock. Not even our conversation turned him off. “Answer my question. Do you hate them less?”
“No.”
“So it was for nothing, then?”
“I got you, didn’t I?”
I sighed as the pressure at my core built. “You got me, so let it go. Hating him does nothing.” I squeezed my eyes shut and focused because my next question wasn’t going to be easy for either of us. “How bad did his father hurt you?”
“We’re not going there. Ever.”
“Yes, we are. I want your trust, Gage. Trust me enough to talk about it.”
“Not while your cunt is leaking all over my thighs.”
I laughed. “After the messed up shit you’ve put me through, I think you can handle it.”
He exhaled. “He beat me. Belts, paddles, sticks—anything he could get his hands on. But my mom…for years I was too young to stop it. So you see, I know exactly how much it hurts.”
“Why do you do it, then?”
“Before Liz, I didn’t. I hurt myself instead.”
His confession broke my composure. My hand fell away, and my eyes burned as I looked down at him.
“Don’t feel sorry for me,” he snapped. “I’ve never touched a woman who didn’t want it—until you. I knew exactly what I was doing when I forced you into that contract. I’m beyond salvation, so don’t think you can fix me.”
“You don’t need to be fixed. You just need to be loved.”
“Kayla, I need to be fucked. Stop toying with me.”
“You don’t give the orders tonight.” I reclaimed the wet, throbbing place between my legs.
Later, I’d torture myself with what he’d revealed, but for now I concentrated on the touch of my hand, the heat of his thighs, and remembered the exquisite sensation of his mouth on me.
My hoarse cries worked him into a crazed beast. He yanked on the cuffs and drew his knees up before I could stop him.
His powerful thighs wrapped around me, and he locked his ankles, holding me prisoner while I worked myself toward another orgasm.
His cock nestled against his abdomen, solid and dripping his need all over his skin in wax-like art.
My climax washed over me, a shuddering wave of intensity that gave him the upper hand. He tightened his legs and lifted, and I’d barely caught my breath when he pushed into me. I kicked from his grasp and crawled up his chest. “You’re horrible at obeying. I didn’t say you could fuck me.”
“Free my hands,” he said with a growl. “I need to touch you.”
I smiled. “Don’t like submitting? You make me do it all the time.”
He smirked. “Enjoy this while you can. I assure you—you’ll never get me here again.”
I didn’t doubt it for a second. I lowered my lips to his, and he forced them apart and sucked my tongue into his mouth. He might be helpless beneath me, but he made me submit in that kiss.
“You want me to beg?” he said, breathless as he wrenched his mouth from mine. “Fine. I’ll beg. Please, let me go so I can punish your fine little ass and fuck you until you scream.”
“Hmm, that does sound tempting,” I said, “especially when you talk dirty.” I brought my lips to his ear. “But I’m not about to waste this night. Now shush—you’re balls aren’t blue enough yet.”