by Selena Kitt
“Not yet, you’re not.” He stepped away. “Come back to the table.”
Five minutes later I obeyed, only stumbling twice on my journey back to my seat. Dessert had already been served. Gage wasted no time in reclaiming the hot, damp place between my legs. He stroked me relentlessly, and not even the decadent cake had the power to distract me. By the time he pulled me into his arms on the dance floor, I’d downed four more glasses of champagne and was more than a little tipsy. Bodies flush, our champagne breaths mingling, I melted against him and let him pull me into the sway. Something shifted within me during that dance. For the first time, I returned his touch. Sliding my hands into his hair, I curled my fingers into the dark strands as he swept me across the room. I didn’t care if everyone was watching, if what I was doing and feeling was wrong.
And it was so wrong. Nothing about this situation should feel romanticized, but I was lost and never wanted to be found.
He tightened his arms around me, pulling me close enough that his hard-on strained against my stomach. “Wanna get out of here?”
Our faces were inches apart, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me in front of everyone. “Yeah.”
We left in a flurry of goodbyes, and the only thing more dizzying than my champagne-induced state was the commotion of grabbing our coats. The drive back to Gage’s place was but a fuzzy memory. We stumbled through the front door, his mouth hot and wet on my throat as my thighs locked around his waist. My hands gripped his hair as he carried me through the house. Maybe later I’d question why he took me to his bedroom instead of the basement, or why he seemed so un-Gage like as he ripped the bodice of my dress in an impatient fit of desire. The material tore to my waist, exposing my clamped breasts. He yanked on the chain, propelling me toward him and the bed, and his mouth closed over an aching nipple. We shed our clothing and tumbled onto the mattress, where he wrapped my fingers around the bars of the headboard.
“Don’t let go.” His breath fanned across my face an instant before he blinded me with a silk tie. “I’m going to remove the clamps.” My heart jackhammered under his touch, and I squeezed the bars as blood rushed to my nipples, flooding them with pain.
His mouth moved over my breasts. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
“I want you.”
“Be specific, Kayla.”
I bent my knees and spread wide for him. “I want you inside of me.”
He pulled away, and though I couldn’t see him, I imagined him gazing down at me, eyes the color of sapphires as he savored my surrender. He splayed his hands on my inner thighs, spreading me further and torturing me with the tickle of his thumbs. “Tell me more.”
“I-I want…you sliding in and out slowly, your mouth on my breasts…everywhere.” I sucked in a breath when he reached around and lifted me. “I want to feel you everywhere, Master.”
He scooted down and smothered his face against my mound. I bucked against his mouth as his kiss spread through my body—in the tingle along my spine, in the ache of my curling feet. My fingers tightened a death grip around the bars, and I dug my feet into the mattress, meeting each thrust of his tongue and fingers.
He slid up my stomach and plunged into me without warning, filling me so fully, I almost climaxed.
“You feel so fucking good.” He buried his face in my hair and folded his hands around mine, and we began to move, building a tempo that was both tender and explosive—a contradiction comparable to Gage. “Don’t come until I give you permission.”
I gritted my teeth as he moved inside me. It wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge, but knowing Gage, he’d probably do this all night before he let me come. Our bodies slicked together like two lovers on the beach oiled down with coconut lotion. Muscles tensing, moans escalating, we chased release. I wrenched my hands from underneath his and gripped his shoulders.
“I can’t hold back much longer. Master…please…”
He removed the blindfold and froze, going perfectly still. The light from the hall illuminated the apprehension in his features. “Do you hate me?”
I blinked. “What?”
“You heard me. Do you hate me for what I’ve done to you?”
I parted my lips, denial on the tip of my tongue, but denying it would be dishonest. “Part of me does, Master.” I closed my eyes on a sigh and raised my hips. “The other part can’t get enough.”
He groaned and sunk his hands into my hair. I was about to burst when he reared up onto his knees and carried me with him.
Clinging to him, I panted. “Please…”
“Say you’ll never leave me.”
“I’ll never leave you.” The lie escaped before I could stop it. I’d sunk so far into the abyss, I didn’t know which way was up anymore.
“Come for me now, baby,” he commanded, burrowing even deeper.
“Gage!” I screamed as the orgasm tore through me. I wrapped my body around his and rode the waves, digging my fingernails into his shoulders so hard, I was sure I drew blood.
Chapter Nine
Retreat
Gage awoke me the next morning with breakfast in bed. As soon as I sat up, I gripped my throbbing head.
“Hungover?” he asked, setting the tray on the nightstand. He held out two white tablets and a glass of orange juice.
I nodded, and then swished down the pills.
“I’m afraid we hit the champagne a little too heavily last night. Now we’ll both have to suffer the consequences.” He sat down next to me, and only then did I notice the belt in his hand. My eyes shot to his. He immediately adverted his gaze. “Last night was…incredible…but that doesn’t give you free rein to call me anything other than Master.”
“I-I’m sorry, Master. It just slipped out.” His name had more than slipped out; I’d screamed it to high heaven as I came undone in his arms.
He rose to his feet. “I am too, Kayla. Let’s get this over with.” He gestured to the space in front of him. “On your feet. Bend over and grab your ankles.”
I slid from bed, and as I held onto my ankles, preparing for the strike of his belt, I went back to despising myself. He’d gotten to me last night, had snuck into a small corner of my heart. Now that little piece shattered to dust.
Bastard.
I mentally chanted the epithet with every strike, though I had to admit the punishment hurt more on an emotional level than a physical one; perhaps I’d gotten under his skin as well because he was now going easy on me, though recognizing that didn’t make me feel any better.
Gage calmly put his belt away once he was satisfied I’d been thoroughly punished. “I promised you a phone call. Check on your daughter.” He handed me his cell phone.
I studied him, trying to find a hint of the man I’d seen last night hiding under his cool exterior, but all I found was impenetrable steel. “Why do you do this?”
He tilted his head. “Do what?”
“Shut yourself off from emotion.”
His body stiffened. “Are you trying to earn another punishment?”
I stepped closer and placed my hand on his chest; he flinched under my touch. “I’m trying to understand you.” I peeked up and met his eyes. “You’re tender one minute, and a brute the next. I can’t keep up with your mood swings.”
“You know nothing about me, except that disobeying will earn you another punishment.” He gestured toward the bed. “Bend over the bed this time.”
I turned and placed my hands on the mattress. “I know you care enough to let me contact Eve.” The snap of his belt made me jump. I couldn’t hold back a yelp as it landed on my bottom.
“Stop analyzing me!” He put more strength into the lashes, releasing his anger on the back of my thighs as well as my ass.
“I’m sorry!” I cried. God, would he ever stop hitting me?
“I’m a bastard, Kayla—don’t fool yourself otherwise.” I heard the belt buckle hit the floor, and neither of us moved.
“I know what you are,
Master.” A walking contradiction. So were my feelings for him.
“Good. Now call your daughter before I change my mind.” He stomped from the room and slammed the door upon his exit.
Exhaling a long breath, I dialed the hospital from memory. Guilt lanced through me at the sound of Eve’s voice. She cried, wanting to know where I was. I held my breath and sought composure. I’d give anything to be with her, and as I recalled how effortlessly Gage had made me forget everything, if only for a while, my self-loathing intensified. I hung up after her doctor assured me she was doing okay—the only thing bothering her at the moment was how much she missed her mother. All things considered, I had to find the silver lining; the new treatment seemed to be helping.
I paced Gage’s bedroom, taking in the furnishings for the first time. The bed and dresser overpowered the room with mahogany-toned masculinity. Unlike the crimson of his basement, this room had been decorated in shades of brown, complimented with touches of royal blue. I eyed the breakfast tray. I didn’t have an appetite, but I forced down what I could. A half hour had passed, and he still hadn’t returned. I was completely naked, my dress lying in tatters on his floor. Wringing my hands, I went over my options for my next move. Did he want me to leave the room and find him? Or was I supposed to wait here? Not knowing what else to do, I sank to my knees and waited.
Eventually, he pushed open the door. I let out a breath of relief at the sight of him. My knees ached to a point that was unbearable.
“How long have you been waiting on your knees?”
“A while, Master.”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “You know how to behave when you want to.”
“Can I get up now, Master?”
He held out a hand. “Yes. You have chores to get to.” He pulled the nipple clamps from his pocket. “Present your breasts.”
I almost begged for mercy, but in the end I stood up straight, clasped my hands behind my back, and suffered in silence as he clamped my nipples. The passionate, lustful, out-of-control Gage from the night before was long gone, overpowered by a man who apparently guarded his emotions above all else.
He kept me busy with chores for hours. After dinner, he returned me to the basement, where he abused my bottom some more for his perverse pleasure. Like the previous weekend, he took me anally. Wrists and ankles locked into place on the spanking bench—a term I’d learned through my research—I was powerless to stop him as he probed my tight hole.
“Stop,” I sobbed. Every last shred of composure I’d held on to vanished as he slowly inched his way in.
“It’ll get easier each time we do it. Relax your muscles.” It burned like hell for the first few minutes, but then Gage buried his fingers in the place he’d staked as his, and a different kind of fire erupted. “Relax,” he repeated, “eventually you’ll learn to enjoy it.” He pushed all the way in with a hoarse groan. My body opened for him, and as he rubbed me to pleasure, my cries took on the sound of ecstasy. His body owned me, demanded my surrender, and with a smack to my crimson bottom, he commanded my orgasm. Completion crashed over me, like a tsunami that couldn’t be stopped. He held his own orgasm at bay for a long time, forcing me to release twice more before he withdrew from my ass.
“Sweet dreams, Kayla,” he whispered after he’d unfastened the restraints. The door to the basement clicked shut. I remained on the bench for a while, replaying what had just happened in my head. Not only had he made me enjoy it, but he’d brought me to orgasm three times. The realization stunned me, yet on some level I realized it shouldn’t have. Gage had slowly knocked down my defenses, gaining compliance, and if my heart didn’t yield to his intrusion, my body sure as hell did.
Again and again, whether I liked it or not.
I fell into bed and questioned my very being. What was wrong with me? What kind of person enjoyed being forced like this? How could I enjoy anything in life—least of all something so sinfully twisted—while my daughter fought for her life in the hospital? Tears trickled onto my pillow as sleep pulled at the edge of consciousness. My last thought before I fell asleep was how I’d need to find a good therapist after Gage was finished making me his plaything.
Chapter Ten
Betraying The Demon
The biggest surprise on Sunday was how quickly the day flew by. Gage kept me busy with additional chores, three more rounds of sex, and even the absurdity of a board game. You haven’t played Scrabble until you’ve done it naked with a sadist who makes up his own rules. The only words allowed in Gage’s rulebook were those of a sexual nature, and his prize for winning was a blow job.
Now I stood in the foyer, but unlike last Sunday, I didn’t hold fast to any grand illusions of freedom. Gage’s dominance would follow me out the door. He molded his body to mine from behind, one hand palming my breast as the other fell on my thigh. The hem of my dress inched up with his fingers. We’d just returned from dinner, and now the time for us to part had arrived.
Until the following morning when I’d see him at work again.
He slid his hand into my panties. “You’re so sexy.” His mouth left a wet trail down my neck, and every flick of his tongue coiled between my thighs. Excitement ignited at the idea of him taking me in the foyer, against the wall like he had the previous weekend. I spread my legs to give him better access.
“Do you want me, Kayla?”
I nodded, my breath coming in short spurts.
“Who am I?”
“My Master.”
“You want your Master’s cock inside here?” He stroked my opening, then dipped a finger into that pleasurable place.
My head fell back against his shoulder. “Yes, Master.”
“I’m not going to give you what you want right now.” He rubbed a circle around my clit. “And you know the rules—no masturbation. If you want it badly enough, come to me on your lunch hour tomorrow and beg for it.” He gripped my hair, holding my head in place. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master,” I breathed.
He helped me into my coat, and then he relinquished my purse and cell phone. “I was impressed by your research paper, by the way. You’ve learned a lot, and your behavior has showcased it.” He whirled me around and pulled me against him. His mouth descended, and we said goodbye with a long slide of tongues.
“See you tomorrow at work.” He opened the door for me, and I stepped into the late evening winter chill. As I hurried to my car, I felt the weight of his stare and almost looked back twice. Only after I’d slid into the driver’s seat did I allow my gaze to linger on him. His eyes never strayed as I backed down the driveway. The notion was naive, but I couldn’t help but smile as a sense of freedom settled over me. Freedom to see Eve. I couldn’t wait to hold her. Visiting the hospital didn’t take long, as it was late and Eve was tired, but I did get my cuddle time in and was relieved to find some color in her cheeks for the first time in weeks. Apparently Ian had taken my request to be left alone seriously—there’d been no sight of him, not even a quick passing in the halls as I left.
So I was stunned to find him waiting for me in my driveway, especially since I hadn’t told him where I lived.
“You shouldn’t be here!” I shouted the instant I exited my car. Swift anger rose until it burst free—anger at Gage for making my life so damn complicated, and anger toward Ian for making me want something I’d made myself give up years ago. I remembered in vivid clarity all the times we’d sat thigh-to-thigh on the couch watching movies during college, or how he’d wrapped his body around mine, holding on as I cried. His mere presence had been enough to set my head spinning back then; now was no different, despite the passing years.
Despite my crazy circumstances of which he knew nothing—and could know nothing—about.
I halted a few feet in front of him and crossed my arms. My angry display didn’t deter him. He narrowed the short distance, standing close enough to make me high off the spicy scent of his cologne.
“I shouldn’t be here? Or you don’t wa
nt me here? There’s a big difference.”
I studied his white sneakers, jarred by how easily he sliced through my defenses with calm patience.
He tilted my chin up. “Tell me to leave…tell me you feel nothing for me, and I’ll never bother you again, I promise.”
I blinked several times, hating how Gage had turned me into a blubbering, crying female. I hadn’t cried this often in years. Not since Rick had pushed and beat until the tears flowed, until he’d known he had the power to pound on me just as easily with hurtful words as he did his fists. “I can’t tell you that.” My voice cracked, as did my self-control. He opened his arms, and I fell into them.
“What’s going on, Kayla? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all weekend. I wanted to apologize, but you wouldn’t answer your phone, and you haven’t been at the hospital…” He inched back and looked at me. “You’ve had me really worried.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. Is it Rick? I saw him at the hospital Saturday.”
His words turned my blood to ice. “What?” I gripped his shoulders as panic took hold of me. “Rick was there?” Impossible. He’d been arrested twice already for violating the restraining order. I hadn’t seen or heard from him in over a year—I’d figured he’d finally gotten the message.
Ian opened his mouth, appearing to struggle for words. “I…I always got the impression he didn’t treat you good, but you wouldn’t talk to me, and then you moved and changed your number, and when I did manage to track you down, he made it clear you wanted nothing to do—”
“Wait—you came to see me? When?”
“About three years ago.”
I shuddered. Rick’s rage made more sense now. The final and last beating had been the most brutal, and he’d almost killed me in the end. “Let’s go inside. It’s freezing out here.”
“I wasn’t sure you’d let me in.”
“I wasn’t planning to, but I’ve already broken the rules—” And now I’d said too much; going down that path would lead straight to the subject of Gage’s contract.
