The Devil's Kiss Series Boxed Set

by Gemma James

  “I have never been unfaithful, baby. Not in the flesh, and certainly not in here,” he said, pointing to where his heart beat. “I live and breathe to be your Master. To be your everything.”

  Couldn’t he see that he was? I’d fought it like hell, but in the end, Gage was my everything. I’d given so much of myself to him.

  “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.

  5. Thumbed

  Weekends were always busy, especially when Conner came to visit. The kids g
ot along, for the most part, filling the house with their boisterous games and laughter.

  Except for when they didn’t.

  I’d take rambunctious play any day over the bickering going on in the other room, escalating to a feverish pitch with each “stop it!” from Eve. This wasn’t good, especially since Gage was trying to catch up on work so we’d have the day to spend with the kids.

  Abandoning the pita pockets I was putting together for lunch, I hurried from the kitchen and spotted the two of them sitting side-by-side on the couch in the living room. Conner held a game controller in his hand, but he focused mostly on Eve. Every few seconds, he flicked the crayon she clutched in her fingers, making her draw a jagged line.

  “Conner!” I said before Eve could screech in protest again. “Leave her alone. That isn’t nice. I’m sure you wouldn’t want her picking on you like that.”

  He sprang up from the couch, tossing the controller onto a cushion, and faced me with his arms crossed. “You’re not my mom. I don’t have to listen to you. My mom said so!”

  Oh boy. I gaped at Conner for a couple of seconds, trying to come up with an effective response to get through to him, but his angry expression settled into one of apprehension. Conner’s blue-eyed gaze darted past me, and I sensed Gage’s presence before he spoke.

  “Go to your room. Now.”

  “I hate it here!” Conner stomped toward the hallway in a grand ceremony of disapproval.

  Gage sighed. “I’ll talk to him.” He squeezed my shoulder before following his son.

  Helpless frustration burned my eyes. I should’ve handled the situation better. Unable to sit and do nothing, I told Eve to stay put before creeping down the hall toward Conner’s bedroom. Gage had moved the gym equipment into the basement so Conner would have his own space when he visited…which wasn’t as often as we’d like, considering Katherine fought Gage every step of the way. If she’d stop being a bitch for one second and do the right thing, maybe Conner wouldn’t keep having these outbursts. The poor kid needed a little stability—not random weekend visits with a father he barely knew.

  Gage’s voice filtered through Conner’s open doorway. I hesitated on the outskirts, not knowing if I should intrude or not. Better to stay put. Conner wouldn’t likely open up with me there anyway.

  “This is stupid. Why do I have to come here?”

  “Because you’re my son,” Gage said, drawing in a deep breath. He softened his tone. “I know this is confusing for you. I know you miss your mom and Sean,” he said, referring to Katherine’s ex, who, for several years of Conner’s life, had been the only father he’d known. But since Katherine’s deceit had come to light, Sean had washed his hands of the boy who wasn’t biologically his.

  “I just wanna go home.”

  “This is also your home, and you have a family here that loves you too.”

  “They aren’t my family.”

  “Yes, they are, and I won’t put up with you disrespecting Kayla or Eve.”

  “My mom said they’d be gone soon.” Conner’s voice hitched. “It’s supposed to be me, you, and my mom!”

  Heavy silence followed his words, then Gage cleared his throat. “That isn’t going to happen, Conner.” Footsteps sounded, and Gage muttered for him to take a few moments to calm down before coming out to apologize for his behavior.

  Gage halted in the hallway as soon as he caught me lingering outside of Conner’s bedroom, his indigo gaze blazing with ire.

  “You know how I feel about eavesdropping.” Closing the distance between us with purposeful steps, he gently took me by the elbow and escorted me to our bedroom. The lock clicked into place, and he whirled to face me, arms crossed.

  “I’d have you on your knees right now if we had time.”

  “I didn’t do anything wrong.” The instant the words left my lips, I wanted to yank them back. Okay, so eavesdropping wasn’t exactly an innocent act to engage in, but it was a minor fuck-up. The problem with Gage was he punished all infractions, no matter how small.

  “You know that’s not true,” he said, his tone calm and even. Moving around me, he sauntered to the chair he used to dole out spankings and settled into the soft leather. “Which is why you’re going to come over here this instant and present your ass. I don’t have time for you to stall.” He patted his lap.

  I blew out an exasperated breath, but I went to him without further prompting and draped over his thighs. He flipped my skirt up and exposed my bare bottom, and a hot tingle erupted between my legs as I waited for the first strike of his palm.

  “You’re getting wet, aren’t you?”

  I dropped my head with a groan. “I’m sorry, Master. I can’t help it.”

  “I believe you. So here’s what I’m going to do to help you refrain from becoming aroused. I’m going to use a different method of punishment.”

  Before I could ask about this “different method,” he shoved his thumb into my tight hole. Abruptly, violently, and uncompromisingly.

  “Ow! Master, please!” I hissed in a breath, clenching my ass around the dry intrusion of his thumb.

  “Spanking is losing its effectiveness. Hell, even my belt turns you on, and a punishment should hurt. It should, at the very least, make you uncomfortable. Don’t you agree?” Slowly, he withdrew his thumb and forced it back in again.

  “Ow!” I shrieked.

  “Answer me, Kayla.”

  “Yes, Master!” Ow, fuck ow! He wasn’t using a drop of lube, and that made it hurt even more. “I’m sorry! Please, Master. I won’t do it again.”

  “I don’t imagine you will after this.” The horrible burning eased up for a mere second as he removed his thumb, but relief was short-lived. He pushed it in once more, to the hilt, and stretched my burning anus in every direction.

  “Please stop,” I sobbed. He hadn’t truly hurt me in months. He’d played with my backdoor, even fucked it a couple of times, and of course, he spanked me regularly. But he was correct in assuming spanking no longer worked as a punishment.

  “I will not allow you to backtrack in your behavior,” he said, keeping his thumb lodged in my ass. “The last time I gave you an inch, you took a hundred fucking miles and ended up in a compromising situation.” He let a significant beat pass. “Or do you need to spend some time in the cage to remind you?”

  “No! Please, no, Master.”

  “You know what is and isn’t allowed. Eavesdropping has never been and will never be accepted. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “I was in there scolding Conner for disrespecting you, only to find you doing the same to me. When I told you I’d speak to him, you knew I meant alone. Did you not?”

  “I did. I’m sorry I overstepped.” I hesitated, wanting to say more but not sure if I should. Eventually, the need to be heard won. “I hate being left out. I feel like I’m the last to know about everything.”

  “Baby, I have no intention of leaving you out. I was going to discuss Conner’s behavior with you later after I’d talked to him alone.” Even though he softened his tone, he did not cease his assault on my ass. “If you want to know something, you need only to ask. Eavesdropping will not be tolerated.”

  Some tiny part of me acknowledged he was right about the eavesdropping. But the headstrong part of myself—the facet of my being he was most challenged by—called bullshit. Considering his growing fascination with all things anal, I knew he’d find excuse after excuse to use my ass for his sadistic pleasure by putting the stamp of punishment on it.

  A girl, no matter how obedient and submissive, could only stay silent for so long. “Is this really a punishment, or is this just another way for you to get your rocks off?”

  He laughed, the sound so rich and unexpected that I jumped. “Both, Kayla. You want to know if my cock is hard? Fuck yeah, it is, in case you hadn’t noticed. If we didn’t have two kids needing us in the other room right now, I’d fuck you senseless.” He dug his thumb in a little more deeply, and I cri
ed out another plea for him to stop.

  Useless pleas because Gage operated by his own rulebook, and the word “stop” wasn’t part of his repertoire.

  “Hell, I’d fuck this ass senseless, and you’d let me, wouldn’t you, baby?”

  The hardwood floor blurred through the tears collecting in my eyes. They weren’t tears of sorrow; they were pure drops of pain burning my eyeballs—a testament of my frustration.

  “What if I said no?”

  He laughed again. “You don’t know how to say no to me. Let’s talk about the fact that I have you willingly lying across my lap with my thumb up your ass. Does it hurt?”

  “Yes!”

  He added a sound wallop to my butt cheek in addition to his anal probing. “Address me properly.”

  “Yes, Master! It hurts.”

  “Does it turn you on?”

  “No, Master.” Not unless he added some lube and played with my clit—behavior he wasn’t likely to engage in at the moment.

  “Do you like it when I punish your little hole?”

  “No, Master.” What type of questions were these?

  “Then all things considered, I’d say this is a very effective form of discipline. And it pleases me how willingly you accept it.” With a final swat to my bottom, he removed his thumb and gently helped me off his lap.

  Silently, I vowed to be on my best behavior because pleasing him not only made my life easier, but it caused my body to hum in a way I couldn’t help but crave. I dropped to my knees and let my lips linger on his left bare foot, followed by his right.

  “Thank you for your discipline, Master.”

  His eyes widened the slightest bit. He hadn’t expected such a display of voluntary acceptance on my part. Truth be told, I hadn’t either. But sometimes accepting my place was far better than fighting it. My reward lay in his eyes; a warm hue of appreciation.

  “You’re welcome. You can always count on my discipline. As for this particular kind of anal punishment, I plan to use it often. So remember that the next time you think of stepping out of line. Not only will I spank your ass, but I will punish your hole as well.”