Chapter 24
Istood inside the bathroom in the basement and listened to the thump of footsteps on the stairs. A few seconds later, Gage’s voice filled the space, his tone arrogant and authoritative. I hated that tone of his, but I hated that he was using it with her even more.
Katherine. The bitch who’d nearly torn my marriage apart by preying on my insecurities. That whole fool me once phrase echoed through my mind, and I chewed over how it fit me perfectly.
“You’ll park your ass against that cross because I said so. Don’t make me change my mind about this,” he said.
“Where’s your wife?” The racket of her heels faded away from where I hid. “Is she out shopping for groceries?” Her laughter got under my skin. “Or maybe she’s at a bake sale.”
“That is why I’m going to gag your irritating mouth.”
“But I want to suck your—” A muffled whine cut her off, mid-sentence.
“See?” he said. “That’s one thing you never understood about me.” Chains clinked, and I could almost hear the cuffs locking her wrists and ankles in place. “I don’t care about your wants.”
Creeping closer to the entrance, I waited for my cue.
“Kayla understands though. She knows and accepts that her wants come second to mine.”
A few seconds later, Gage called for me to come out of hiding.
I stepped into the main part of the basement, my own four-inch heels noisy on the floor, and the look on Katherine’s face was one I wanted to catalog and pull out to gawk at for years to come.
Six months ago, I’d been in her place, chained to the St. Andrew’s cross and silenced with a gag, while Gage taunted me with his hard cock and her eager mouth.
Turnabout was fair play, and it tasted sweeter than ever.
Straining against her bindings, she attempted to shout epithets around the ball of rubber stretching her lips.
“I said I wanted to fuck, and you couldn’t wait to get over here, could you?” he said to her, tilting his head as he held an arm out toward me. I fit at his side like I belonged, and I couldn’t imagine ever leaving my place again. “I never said who I was going to fuck.”
Katherine shook her head, a desperate whine emanating from her throat, but her eyes spit venom. Gage crossed to her fully-clothed body and grabbed her chin. “If you ever come near my wife again, a little bondage and humiliation will be the least of your worries.”
Gage turned his back on her, but when I met his eyes, longing sparked between us. And Katherine? For a few intense moments, she failed to exist. I parted my lips, standing like a pillar to keep from pressing my thighs together. Only a couple of days had passed since we’d torn up the sheets.
But I was ravenous, hungry to feel him inside me, and the bed a few feet away called like a siren at sea. I couldn’t wait to rock it.
“Take your dress off,” he said, his feet slowly bringing him toward me.
Katherine’s angry protests grew louder. As I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper down, I threw her a triumphant look.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered.
The dress slid down my body, pooling around my feet. “Yes, Master.”
“She doesn’t matter.” There was a double meaning in his statement. “Say it, Kayla.”
“She doesn’t matter.”
He lifted a hand and drew a line between my breasts. “Right now, the only one who matters is me.” Leaning forward, he teased my mouth with his lips. “Only me, baby.”
I ached to kiss him, to undress him, to do something. But I did nothing. He gave me one night a year to take the lead, and tonight wasn’t it.
He led me to the bed and pushed on my shoulders until I sat on the edge, then he brought my hands to his buttons.
I undid each one in haste, my fingers jittery yet eager to remove the barrier of his clothing.
His shirt parted, and I couldn’t help but smooth my palms over his warm skin.
His stomach muscles quivered under my touch, making him hiss in a breath.
“I love your hands on me.”
Katherine’s muffled words drew my attention to the cross, but Gage palmed my cheek and brought my gaze back to him. “If you look at her again, I won’t let you come.”
The idea just about destroyed me. “I’ll be good, Master,” I whispered.
“That’s my girl.” He shrugged out of his shirt and let it drift to the floor. “Lay back and spread your legs.”
As I reclined on the mattress, heels pressing into the comforter, he reached for the button of his pants.
But watching him shed the rest of his clothing put me in too precarious of a position, as Katherine struggled to get free just to the left of Gage, and she was doing her best to grab my attention.
Even rendered powerless, she still believed she could drive a wedge between Gage and me.
Letting my legs drape to the sides, I focused on the ceiling and tuned her out. The mattress dipped, and he grasped my inner thighs, gently pushing, opening me wider to the heat of his gaze. A hot tingle rippled through me. God, his touch alone was enough to flood my pussy with want.
“Master,” I moaned, shuddering. I was about two days past due for my next fix.
“So wet,” he murmured, his breath making me even wetter. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
I wanted to behave more than anything, but my grasp on control slipped by the second. “Master, please. I want to be good.”
“You want to come.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Trust me, baby. My cock wants inside you too. But first I’m going to lick you for a very long time, and you will not come. Do you understand me?”
I rolled my head back and forth on the mattress. “Don’t do this to me. I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can.”
And then he lowered his mouth to my clit, teasing with gentle closed-mouthed kisses at first. I grabbed the bedding in both hands, thighs trembling from the overload of sensation. I was pathetic. He’d barely touched me, but I was ready to fly apart under his cruel mouth.
That cruel, sadistic, sexy mouth that went to work in driving me higher.
He whirled his tongue, teased with his teeth, and when he lodged his thumb into my ass, I knew the gesture was far from a punishment.
He had me squirming, moaning, begging, and crying tears of frustration for having to hold back for what seemed like an endless session of oral pleasure-turned-torture.
I lost track of time and space and reality. He’d dropped me in a realm where my pussy and his mouth were the only two things in existence. Eventually, I fell through the cracks and throbbed in suspension, my entire being aching for him to fill me.
“Master, please!”
He slid his palms over the gentle swell of my belly before settling on my breasts, and the friction of his hands pebbled my nipples. He climbed onto the mattress and entered me with a forceful thrust that declared his ownership.
And I came.
“Oh God!” Clawing at his shoulders, I held on and rode the wave. “Please don’t punish me.”
“Shh,” he said, nipping my lips. “You’re beautiful when you shatter. I want to watch you come again.”
As our bodies locked together, he dragged me to that otherworldly high again, cock plundering me to orgasm after orgasm. His thrusts were manic, partly driven by the need to show Katherine that we were made for each other.
But his ultimate end game was to make me cry, “No more, Master!”
This level of exquisite torture wouldn’t be complete without first driving me to beg for it, then making me plead for it to stop. Even then, he launched me deeper into madness. This crazed man wouldn’t stop fucking me until he was good and ready.
Exhausted, I lay beneath his thrusting body, limp with weakness and powerless to do anything but let him extract painful orgasms from me.