Chapter 14
Gage lay spread-eagled on the bed, his wrists and ankles trapped inside his own cuffs. I’d buckled those fuckers tight. He wasn’t getting free. The way he followed my movements with his nervous gaze told me that he knew it too.
Digging through our suitcase, I selected one of his silk ties—a deep blue color that brought out the brightness of his eyes—and climbed over his powerful abs to straddle him.
“Lift your head,” I told him.
“You’re having too much fun with this.”
“You have no idea.”
“Did you forget who you’re talking to?” He raised his head off the mattress by a couple of inches. “I know you better than you know yourself. You’ve hungered for this.”
“You’re right, I have. Now shut up.” I fastened the tie around his eyes. “No talking unless you’re begging.”
He pressed his lips together, but a devious curve hinted at a smile. I scraped my fingernails down his chest, enjoying how his muscles jumped under my touch, and hunched between his muscular thighs.
His cock was huge, harder than the man himself.
I wet my lips, my pulse racing in my ears as I hovered.
Waited. Drew out the torture. I lowered my mouth over the tip, and he balled his hands, rattling the chains tethering him to the four poster bed.
I’d barely touched him, but he was already squirming.
God, I loved this power.
He could hold off for hours when he was in control, but take control away from the sadist, and he came undone at the slightest provocation.
I fondled his tight balls as I swirled my tongue. He raised his hips, bringing his cock deeper into my mouth. I squeezed his sack and clamped down with my teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough to tame him.
“Fuck, Kayla.”
“I don’t hear you begging yet. Are you allowed to speak unless you’re begging?” He didn’t answer, so I increased the pressure on his testicles. “Answer me. Are you allowed to speak?”
“No!”
“That’s right, my sexy husband. I don’t want to hear it unless you’re ready to admit defeat. I want your surrender.” I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, from base to head.
“Baby, take me in.” He raised his hips again, seeking entrance into my mouth. I flicked the slit at the end, and he sucked a painful breath between clenched teeth.
“I’m in charge,” I reminded him. “You don’t get to shove your cock into my mouth. You’ll get what I give you when I give it to you.”
“You’ve learned too fucking much from me.”
“You’re the best teacher, Gage. Just think of all the things I’ll pick up before our next anniversary.”
He groaned. “Giving in to you was a bad idea.”
“I disagree,” I whispered, licking and tasting. “I love this idea.” I softened my lips and sucked on his tip, flicking my tongue back and forth. Keeping my eyes on him, I glorified in the sweat that broke out on his temples as I bobbed my mouth on and off his shaft.
Just the head of it.
Just enough to get his blood pumping.
Gage would hold onto his last thread of control until I wrenched it from his being. And I wasn’t fooled—taking him there would require some work.
Steady, patient work. My mouth had a long road ahead of it. I let my eyes drift shut and gave myself over to the heady taste of him on my tongue, to the sensation of his silky soft tip sliding between my lips.
Tonight, I owned his cock, and I could kiss it for as long as I wanted. Tease it for as long as I wanted. Torture it for as long as I wanted.
I wanted.
“Good God, you’re killing me.” He lifted his hips again, and I gave his sack another squeeze.
“You’re not behaving. Don’t make me punish you.”
That drew a laugh from him. “I’d like to see you try.”
Letting go of his balls, I sucked on my finger before inching it up his ass.
He howled, a cross between pain and intense arousal. Taking advantage of his helplessness, I pulled his entire length into my mouth and gagged.
“Shit,” he groaned. “Take my cock down your throat.” He pulled at the restraints, his spine arching, his lips imparting groan after groan. Every muscle in his body had turned on him, holding him captive to my torture.
I had him.
For the first time ever, I had him.
“Dammit, Kayla. Give me your mouth. Stop fucking around.”
“Is your cock throbbing for me?”
He growled. “You know it is.”
Grinning like a true sadist, I took him in my mouth and drew his shaft down my throat like I meant it. He veered upward like a man possessed. I circled the base with one hand and kept time with my busy mouth as my finger played with his ass.
And I took him there—that tricky place where one more slide of my lips would send him spinning out of control.
“God, yes…oh fuck…don’t you dare stop.”
Abruptly, I pulled away.
“Kayla, for God’s sake, make me come.”
“Maybe in a few hours.”
“Baby, I need you. It’s been too fucking long.”
“What you need doesn’t matter tonight. You’re not coming until I say so.” A wicked grin captured my lips. “I can make you edge all night long.”
He groaned, thrashing his head back and forth, and wrenched at the restraints with real effort, as if determined to break free from the metal chains keeping him at my mercy.
“You’d better make me come long and hard before you unlock me.”
“You think you deserve to come?”
“I think you’re going to want me to come.”
“Why would I want that?”
“I promised I’d be gentle with your ass.” He licked his lips. “If you don’t fuck me like you mean it, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
Oh, boy.
If he kept talking like that, I might lose my nerve.
I scrambled from the bed and returned to the bag of tricks I’d dropped on the floor inside the door of the bedroom.
Digging through the various implements of torture and pleasure, I settled on a solid rubber ball gag.
I also grabbed a flogger. For some reason, approaching him with these foreign items in my hands made me question my ability to go through with this.
Don’t back down now. Do it right or don’t do it at all.
Sitting astride his chest, I pushed the rubber ball to his lips. “Open your mouth.”
“Jeez, Kayla.”
Shifting positions, so I was able to reach his cock, I gripped the handle of the flogger and brought it down on his throbbing, wet tip. He cried out in shock, every muscle in his body spasming.
“Take the gag, or I’ll keep striking your prized possession.”
“You’re my prized possession.”
“Open your mouth,” I demanded, pressing the gag to his lips once more.
He fought me for a while until the fifth strike landed with the kind of force that drew a high-pitched cry from him. Breathing hard, he gave in and parted his lips. I wound the strap around his head and fastened the buckle, my pulse skittering at my throat.
He was mine.
Unable to move.
Unable to break free.
His eyesight taken.
His voice silenced.
With a sigh of satisfaction, I mounted him and positioned myself over his erection, holding shy of his tip for thirty seconds before taking him deep inside, inch by slow inch.
He moaned, writhed underneath me, his body a powerful machine disarmed by my longing to conquer.
His hips took over, held hostage by his current state of mind.
They wouldn’t stop thrusting. Right when I sensed him teetering on the edge of orgasm, I jerked up and let his cock slip free.
The gag made anything he said unintelligible, but I was positive he slung muffled obscenities at me.
This was going to be hell for him and heaven for me. I counted to sixty, one palm pressed against his chest where his heartbeat thundered, then I sank onto his cock again and rode him to the next edge.
And the next.
There were an infinite amount of edges on this night when time ceased to exist. I let my head tilt back, my short hair brushing the back of my shoulders, and rolled my nipples between two fingers.
“Do you want to know what I’m doing right now?”
I took his stifled moan as a yes.
“I’m playing with my nipples. Pinching them hard, Gage.” Taking control from him was empowering. Exhilarating. I could do this until the sun rose.
But two hours later, my resolve wavered.
Sweat drenched us both. I’d ridden him slow and steady the whole time, pulling off whenever he came close to blowing his load.
But I was getting antsy. I wanted to feel his lips under mine, our tongues clashing together in mutual madness, and when I came again, I wanted him to take the plunge with me.
If that made me weak, then so be it. I found more satisfaction in pleasuring him than hurting him. Leaning forward, I unbuckled the gag and tossed it on the floor.
“You’re in deep shit, Kayla.”
“Shh,” I said, placing a finger against his mouth. His ragged breaths puffed against my skin. “Don’t make me put the gag back in.”
“I hope you enjoy a red ass.”
“I’m only doing what you gave me permission to do.” I removed the tie and watched him blink me into focus. His deep blue eyes trapped me, dragged me under. I was sitting astride him while he couldn’t move, but I was the one submitting now.
With a quick thrust of my hips, I impaled myself.
“Fuuuuck…” He bucked, angling up to meet me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I whimpered, my mouth colliding with his, and our tongues tangled as we joined in a new tempo.
The dance of languid fluidity.
“So fucking good,” he rasped. “You want control? Take it. I’m all yours.”
“What will you do if I untie you?”
“Do it and find out.”
Deliberating between having him exactly where I wanted him, and being exactly where I wanted to be, I ran my fingers along his bicep. “If I release you, no anal.”
“I can’t promise that.”
“I don’t mean ever, I just mean tonight.” I bit my lip. “I want something else, Gage.”
“You’re a demanding little thing tonight, aren’t you?”
Bringing my lips to his, barely touching, breathing him in, I worked on unbuckling his left wrist. “I don’t want chains, cuffs, whips, or clamps. I just want you.”
“You have me,” he said, threading his fingers through my hair. “I’m at your fucking mercy.”
“Then love me.”
“I do love you. So damn much.”
“That’s not what I meant. You used to make love to me, but lately, all you do is fuck me.”
Licking his lips, he pulled on the restraint trapping his right hand. “Let me go.”
I studied him, uncertainty straining my mouth.
“Baby, trust me.”
“I do trust you,” I whispered as I released his right wrist, followed by his ankles. He hauled me into his arms and flipped us.
Hands in my hair.
Mouth coaxing mine open so his could plunder.
He slipped inside me with the sort of patience I didn’t expect.
The weight of his body grew heavy. Each thrust wrenched synchronized howls from us, his a heated blast on my neck, and mine unleashed into the air as I arched underneath him, head thrown back.
He laced our fingers together and shoved my hands to the mattress.
It had been so long since he’d done more than take; tonight, he gave something priceless in return. Gave a little piece of himself in the way he held me, the way he kissed me, the way he surrendered even though I was on my back again with my hands pressed to the bed.
Mostly, the unhindered loss of control strangling his vocal cords was the real gift. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t stand it.” He jerked to a halt. “So good. Come with me.”
With a breathless cry, I followed him over the edge.