Chapter 6
The following day I met Gage in his office at Channing Enterprises to work on the charity ball project, but it wasn’t until Wednesday when I finally found my lady balls to broach the subject of Katherine.
Even then, it took me a good hour of perusing color schemes while situated firmly on his lap, distracted beyond belief by his depraved hands.
“So this is your final decision?” Gage asked, gesturing by way of a nod toward the various colors, fabric textures, and decorations splashed across the screen of his laptop. His fingers tapped a staccato beat on top of his desk.
“You said elegant and sexy.”
He pressed a kiss to my neck, and I felt the curve of his smile. “Mmm, you most certainly are.”
“Did you really need my help with this, or were you just looking for an excuse to have me on your lap for a few days?”
“I never need an excuse to have you on my lap, Kayla. For any reason.”
Damn, he was turning me on.
“Truth is,” he said, “I miss you here at the office. I wouldn’t mind you coming back as my assistant if that’s something you’d like to do.”
I angled my head and shot a wide-eyed gaze at him. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’d love to.” More than love to. I ached to fill the void that leaving the workforce had caused.
“Then consider it a done deal.” He pressed his mouth to mine before focusing on our project again. “Besides, where would I be without you? You pulled this together in two days flat, fixing the blunders of the idiots I hired to do this job in the first place.”
Two days seemed too long for the amount of work I’d done, but at least I’d finally whittled the color scheme down to burgundy, mahogany, and the accent color of gold.
“I’m thinking creme china trimmed in gold, red masks with gold feathers for centerpieces—like those,” I said, pausing to point at a picture, “and sable linens for the tables.”
The visual made me think of sex and sin—just like that restaurant had the night he’d taken me there before our anniversary.
Riding his cock in that private dining booth had been terrifying and exhilarating.
I wasn’t comfortable with public displays of indecency, but apparently, Gage had an exhibitionist streak in his blood.
God, the surprises kept coming when it came to my husband.
Thing was, I was tired of being the last to know about shit. Taking comfort in his assertion over the weekend that I need only to ask, I finally found the words and did just that. “Why was Katherine here last week?”
He stilled the casual tapping of his fingers. “Was that so hard?”
I narrowed my eyes. “What?”
“Asking about Katherine. Was it so difficult to come out and say what’s on your mind?” His fingers resumed their tapping. “You’ve taken to eavesdropping lately, and I don’t like it. You don’t have to be afraid to come to me, baby. I’d rather know what’s on your mind than assume and guess.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Why does she keep coming here?” My breath hitched. Lord knew I wanted an explanation, but now that one was forthcoming, I didn’t know if I were ready.
“She’s the mother of my child. I’m afraid we’re not getting rid of her anytime soon.”
“She’s only using Conner as an excuse to see you, and you know it.”
“I won’t deny it.”
His words tunneled deep, impacting the center of my being. “But you promised nothing is going—”
“Because nothing is going on.” He took my right nipple between two punishing fingers. “Don’t you trust me?”
“I…I want to,” I whispered, barely able to form the words beyond my pounding heartbeat and the piercing ache in my nipple.
“Well that’s great to hear, Kayla,” he said, tone brimming with sarcasm, “because I’ve been trying so fucking hard to trust you again. I need you to do the same. Katherine is not a threat to you. I promise you that.”
“But she wants you.” The admission soured my tongue.
“Yes, she does, and being the bastard that I am, I can’t help but throw my hot-as-fuck wife in her face every chance I get. Does that explanation make you happy?”
Oh, yeah. More than it should. But it did nothing to alleviate the doubt in my heart. Gage might not be fucking her now, but what if he changed his mind someday? What if, years later, he grew bored with me?
“You said I was playing with fire with—”
“Don’t you dare say his name.” He practically growled the words, his voice beyond harsh, and his grip on me even harsher. “I will beat your ass red if you say his name.”
“How is that fair? Katherine is like a fucking leech that won’t let go, and you keep encouraging her. You’re playing with fire, just like I was.”
“I’m not interested in sleeping with Katherine, and I’m sure as fuck not in love with her. That’s the difference.”
I felt my face heat with humiliation and regret. How could I respond to that? I couldn’t.
“I look at that cage every night,” he said, “and I yearn to lock you in there forever. Then I’d know you’re mine.”
“But I am yours. Can’t you see that?”
“Prove it to me.”
“How?” I asked, voice rising in disbelief. What more could I possibly do to prove it to him?
“The night of the ball. It just happens to be a Friday, and I have special plans for you afterward.”
“But…” I trailed off, confused. “I take your punishment every Friday without complaint. What more do you want from me?”
“Everything, Kayla. I want everything.” He gestured to the color schemes on the screen, his index finger hovering over a photo of a jeweled mask in burgundy.
“I told you about the charity ball, but I didn’t tell you about our plans afterward.
” Grabbing my hair, he tilted my head back and placed his warm lips on my neck.
“After the masqueraders leave and it’s just a handful of Portland’s most wealthiest deviants, I want you to submit everything to me.
No ands, ifs, buts, or whys. I say spread your legs, and you ask, ‘How wide, Master?’”
A lump formed in my throat—a mass of sickening fear. “You want to fuck me in front of other people?”
“I want you to submit in front of other people.”
“I don’t know if I—”
“I don’t care about your feelings on this. You will do as I say.” He pushed me from his lap. “Because you always do what I say.” His gaze lowered to his hard-on. “Get on your knees and suck me off.”
Yielding to his command, I knelt between his legs. His desk hid most of my body, but he pushed back a few inches to give me more room. Shoving the masquerade ball and what would come after from my mind, I had him unbuckled, unzipped, and his cock in my mouth in about five seconds flat.
He pushed his hands into my hair and gripped the strands, holding me to his lap with suffocating force.
“I guess now would be a good time to tell you that Katherine will be here any minute.”
The movement of my eager tongue stalled around his shaft, and I tried pulling away, but he wouldn’t let me. With a groan, he forced his cock deeper. “Take it all, baby. I want her to see how fucking unglued your mouth makes me. I want her to see this, Kayla. Let’s give her a show she won’t forget.”
This plan of his excited me too much, and I gagged extra hard. He wound my hair around his fist and drew my lips up and down his velvety cock. As my lips closed around the tip, I raised my eyes to his, entranced by the startling blue depth of his need for me.
“God, you’re sexy,” he breathed.
A quick rap sounded an instant before a door creaked open then closed. Feminine footsteps crossed the room. Over the ruckus of heels, I detected the soft groan that escaped Gage’s tight lips.
“I’m glad you called,” Katherine’s said in her grating voice, “though I would have met you someplace more private. Your office isn’t my idea of—”
“As you can see,” he said with a grunt, responding to the way I worked the underside of his cock, “I don’t care about privacy.
I get what I want, where I want, and when I want.
And right now I want my wife’s very talented mouth wrapped around my cock while I give you these.
” The sound of rustling papers drifted to where I knelt on the floor, and as he slid them across the desk, he leaned forward, thrusting deeper.
Silence ensued for a few heavy seconds. “What is this?”
“A petition for parenting time.”
I imagined Katherine’s beet-red face and envisioned steam coming out of her ears.
“We were working out visitation just fine. You don’t need to do this!”
“If you mean you used our son as a bargaining chip, then yes, I do imagine the status quo was working in your favor.”
“Gage!”
“Do not fuck with me, Katherine. You won’t like the outcome.
” Voice stringent with a warning, he fisted my hair even tighter, and I felt his thighs quake under my clenched hands.
He was losing his shit, though it was a toss up if his crumbling composure was a result of his argument with Katherine, or from the way I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.
I studied his face and found a mixture of both.
“I’ll see you in court.” A telling tick hardened his jaw an instant before he showed his teeth. “Now get out of my office so I can properly fuck my wife.”
An indignant huff sounded, followed by stomps and a slam of the door. Gage yanked me to my feet, lifted me with one arm as he shoved the laptop out of our way with the other, and we crashed onto his desk. I wrapped my legs around him, my skirt bunching around my waist.
“Wish you could have seen her face,” he said as he thrust into me with unapologetic violence.
My body slid across his desk from sheer force.
He crushed his lips to mine and devoured, our tongues tangling as he slammed my hands to the surface of his workspace.
Clamping a hand around my wrists, he pinned them above my head as he plundered me into oblivion.
Fucked me to Neverland.
Loved me with more passion and obsession and loyalty than I deserved.
This crazy, obscene, and powerful man loved me.
He hungered for me so much that he was about to rattle the screws loose that held his desk in one piece.
He was definitely rattling the screws loose that held my mind together.
With each thrust of his cock, they shifted a little more, slowly working their way out of the holes in my head.
This was how my will shattered, how my sanity and the very essence of who I was broke into pieces.
Then he’d take those pieces and play with them as if they belonged to his favorite puzzle—one custom made for him. Maybe I was. Maybe I was born to be broken down and put back together by him.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, pulling his mouth from mine. “If you believe nothing else, believe how much I belong to you. Feel me, Kayla.” He slowed to a crawl, his cock annihilating me with measured strokes meant to push me right to the edge.
“The energy between us doesn’t lie. It’s more than fucking. It’s mutual ownership. You have my heart. You are my heart.”
Tears flooded my eyes, and a sob strangled from my well-kissed lips. My pussy clenched once around him, begging to go over the edge. Begging, always begging.
“I love you, Master.”
“Ah fuck.” He let go of my hands and engulfed me in an embrace rife with possessive restraint. “I love you so damn much.” He huffed ragged breaths against my ear. “Come for me. Come so fucking hard the entire building hears it. Do it, baby.”
When he was this worked up, holding back was impossible. I clenched around the steel-like shaft of my husband and cried his name at a decibel I was sure even Katherine heard.
“God, you feel good. So fucking good, squeezing my cock like you own it.” His fingers grasped my hair and pulled.
I let out a high-pitched mewl, instantly forgetting where I was. In fact, I was pretty sure I forgot my own name. “Master,” I cried, tears wetting my cheeks. “I need you…need you so much—ahhh! Don’t stop! Oh God! Not yet.”
I thought I’d plummeted off the cliff already, but I’d merely been floating, weightless in my desire for him.
That first orgasm had been extraordinary, but this…
I had no words, and no mind left to keep my wits about me.
My cries escalated to a pitch that was ear-splitting. He shoved a sweaty palm over my mouth.
“They’ve heard enough. This is only for me.
” He swiveled his hips, his shaft rubbing in a way that slowly marched me to my end.
I was going to tear myself apart in his arms. We fucked all the time, so why this time was so different, I didn’t know.
More emotions were involved, more feeling, more… everything.
“There, baby. You’re right there, aren’t you?” His lips curved into a sly grin. “But you’re not coming again.”
“Why?” I whimpered into his palm, eyes wide with a plea for mercy. Why was he doing this to me now? There was no way I could hold back, and the way he moved inside me told me he knew it. No, that sparkle in his indigo eyes spelled it out.
“Because I said so. But what I say doesn’t matter right now, does it? You love my cock so much you’re gonna cream all over it anyway.”
I squirmed underneath his powerful body, spewing muffled protests into his sweaty palm.
“You don’t have my permission.” He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a harsh breath, then he removed his hand from my mouth.
Our bodies moved together like a well-oiled machine. We were meant to interlock in exquisite harmony, in rapturous agony. He was born to own, and I was designed to bend to his iron will.
“Please, Master,” I whined. “Please let me come again.”
“What will I get in return?”
“Anything you want.”
“Be careful what you promise,” he groaned. “I’ll always hold you to your word.”
Oh, he was sadistic as hell. I had no weapon to fight him, nor the strength. He plunged me to the heights of another orgasm—one that would cost me greatly—and as I contracted around his cock, I didn’t miss that familiar devil’s smile.