Chapter 3 #2
“I only want to protect you. Things are about to get ugly between Katherine and me, and I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.
She can be downright vindictive when she doesn’t get what she wants.
” He stepped back, lowering his fingers to the front of his unbuttoned slacks, and slowly pulled down the zipper.
His cock sprang free, a hard piston already leaking at the tip.
“She’s not even close to getting me in her bed, and she knows it.
” He exhaled on a long sigh as he took his cock in his hand and slowly stroked the length from base to tip.
“This is all you, baby. The thought of your mouth on me, the way you submit even when you’re scared, the fire you carry around inside of you. I’ve got a fucking cramp in my wrist from jacking off so much this week.”
Crouching in front of me, he pinned me with an earnest gaze full of intensity. “She showed up at my hotel room. I won’t lie to you and tell you she wasn’t at the conference.”
Of course she’d attended. He hadn’t fired the bitch—he’d merely transferred her to another office after I’d thrown a fit about her working with him. My eyes must have grown huge with jealous rage. He sifted his fingers through my hair—a habit he’d picked up whenever he figured I needed calming.
“When are you going to learn that you have nothing to worry about?” he asked. “I slammed the door in her face, then I jacked off to thoughts of ramming my cock down your throat. I don’t know how much more honest I can get than that.”
Matching actions to words, he rose to his feet and shoved his cock through the opening in the gag. He was silky smooth on my tongue and big enough to fill the cavity of my mouth to the back of my throat.
“Ah, fuck, baby. You own me with that wicked mouth. You take my cock so well—better than any woman ever has.” His gaze ignited a burn so deep that I felt it to my bones. Every atom in my body sizzled for him, existed solely for this man who had no qualms about turning me inside out.
“Why would I want anyone else when I’ve got you here on your knees, so fucking eager to please me?”
His words made me light-headed with a sense of power. I grabbed his hips and brought his shaft deeper until I had him moaning and thrusting in abandon.
“Trust me, baby,” he said with a grunt. “You take my cock like you were born for it. Give me your sweet ass too.” He grabbed my head between two steady hands and held me in place while he plundered.
He wasn’t gentle.
He wasn’t merciful.
He had my number, read my body language as if it had been written for him, and he wasn’t about to let me steal a shred of power. Self-preservation kicked in, and I pushed against his hips. Useless. He gripped me tighter and rammed his cock more roughly down my throat.
I gagged so hard that my stomach cramped, and my knuckles whitened as my hold on his hips turned to one of desperation.
My throat burned, and tears of frustration leaked from the corners of my eyes.
I tried relaxing my throat to accommodate his thrusts, but my gag reflex seemed to be on steroids.
I glanced up at him, silently seeking mercy, and found his eyes hazed over with domination.
“I own you. Own you, own you,” he chanted with each plunge. “Fuck, Kayla…” Letting out a ragged groan, he withdrew from my mouth with a quick jerk. “Almost ended me.”
Reserved, control-freak Gage was nowhere in sight. In his place was this lust-filled man who was slowly letting his walls crash right before my eyes. I wasn’t sure how it was possible for two people to live in the same house, month after month, and never really know each other.
But we’d managed it. I hid parts of myself from him—like that forbidden note at the bottom of my bag which had given me the answer to a question I wasn’t supposed to know.
Wasn’t allowed to know. But in this moment, our truest selves shone through, and the protective veil between us lifted.
He had me on my knees with my ass plugged and nipples clamped as he fucked my mouth, yet he was as vulnerable as me.
My reaction to seeing him with Katherine had pulled at something inside him. He didn’t like that I doubted him. And he had every reason to be upset because he’d never given me a reason to suspect he’d cheat.
But I couldn’t say the same for myself. I’d not only given him a reason, but I had touched another man, and not just any man, but the one he despised most in the world.
“As much as I adore your mouth,” he said, rolling the tip of his shaft against my tongue, “my cock is going in your ass. You can love it, or you can tolerate it. Either way, you’re taking it.
” He pulled out, removed the gag, and hoisted me to my feet.
“Get on the bed. I want you on your stomach with your knees tucked under you.”
I obeyed his commands, my breathing as erratic as my heart beat. “Like this?”
“Almost. Raise your ass.” He climbed behind me. “That’s better. Reach behind you and spread your cheeks.”
Silence followed his words. This was it. The ultimate surrender.
“Do it now, Kayla.”
“Master…” My voice faltered, but my body knew its place before my brain did.
I submitted to his orders, even though I found it humiliating.
Fingers shaking, I spread my cheeks in invitation, leaving myself open and vulnerable.
This was about trust. If I could offer myself while remaining completely still…
truly submitting the one hole I didn’t want to give… then he’d win this game tonight.
But maybe I would too because meeting the challenge of pleasing him fulfilled me in a way that most would view as sick and wrong. And maybe it was.
But it felt right.
Whether or not his cock felt right inside my tight hole was another story. He inched out the plug that had grown too dry, applied a liberal amount of lube, then held a palm in front of my mouth for good measure.
“Spit.”
I spat saliva into his hand.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.” Shamefully so.
“Good girl. Now beg your Master for a good ass-fucking.”
The word please was on the tip of my tongue, just waiting to spill off my lips. That single word would give him exactly what he wanted, and in a roundabout way, it would give me what I wanted too.
But the journey was going to hurt like hell. No doubt about it.
“I’m waiting.”
“Master…please.” My voice sounded small and uncertain.
“Please, what? You’re going to have to be more specific.”
Gage was at the top of his game, and he wasn’t about to back down. Splaying my ass cheeks wasn’t enough—he intended to drag the words from my soul.
I cleared my throat and forced my pride down, but it sat in my gut like deadweight. “Please put your cock in my ass, Master.”
“Sexiest fucking words I’ve ever heard.” He eased inside me, just the tip at first, and stretched and pushed, gaining more of my ass with each inch forward.
Fuck, it hurt. No denying that it did, and I could do nothing but lay there and try to relax, try to accept his girth because he was filling me no matter what.
And that was the most disturbing part of our relationship. Gage didn’t need my consent because I’d given it the day I married him. He was in charge. He decided all things. Sure, I could change my mind. If I left him.
He knew I wouldn’t. He made sure I wouldn’t. Our marriage was unhealthy and distorted, but I didn’t care anymore. Like a true addict, I kept coming back for more.
With a growl that bordered on possessive, he seated his full length inside my tight space, and somehow, despite the pain and the fear that had grown too big in my head, taking his cock in my ass felt a little like him coming home.