by Evelyn Vox
He let me go and stepped back.
“And pay lots of attention to Aries.”
The German Shepard was sitting by our feet, no doubt hoping for a scrap to fall his way.
“Okay,” I laughed. “Have a good day at work.”
I stared at his ass in those jeans until the front door closed behind him. No man should be that attractive. Derek was sex on a stick, my dark, evil sex god. I sighed and shook away the prickles of arousal he’d left me with. I grabbed the supplies he got me and took care of my needs.
I still couldn’t believe he’d gotten me tampons and chocolate. And not just any chocolate. Peanut butter chocolate cups! He was so cool about the whole incident. No questions. No disgust. He just did what needed to be done. Derek took care of me, and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I sat on his bed, wearing my new leggings and a massive flannel that still smelled like him, and took out my phone.
STAYING IN HAMPTONS ALL WEEKEND. HOPE YOU HAVE FUN AT THE CLUB.
The laundry buzzed. By the time I changed it out and set it to dry, Brian had texted me back.
YOU TOO. TELL DEREK I WANT PICTURES.
I smiled. I was happy that things were working out so well with our arrangement. I’d meant what I said to Derek. Brian and I weren’t able to explore our sexuality together. We’d tried, but something just wasn’t right. It was like a small, but crucial, ingredient was missing. So I was grateful for this little bargain we had. Grateful that we both had avenues to explore these forbidden parts of ourselves.
It felt like our marriage had never been stronger.
Still, maybe there was a part of me, a small part, that wished Brian was a little more annoyed. That he’d rather I be spending the weekend at home. With him.
DEREK
I was tired and distracted at work. Jon had given me shit for it, trying to figure out what or, more precisely, who, had kept me up all night. I shut that shit down real quick.
“Just get your ass back to work,” I’d grumbled at him over my second cup of coffee.
He knew me well enough to stop prying and left me to brood. Good man.
Talk about her marriage with me. What a fucking joke. As if I wanted to hear about the ups and downs of the Hale marriage. If I was annoyed, it was because I spent too much of our time together either putting Brian in his place or happily forgetting he existed at all.
I didn’t like being reminded of the fact that he was her husband and they had a relationship outside of this.
I wasn’t an idiot.
I knew that they did.
I just didn’t like being reminded of it.
She’d seemed disappointed by my reaction, too. What the hell was I supposed to have said? ‘No, Alexandra, please let me be your marriage counselor’ ? I heaved a hammer in my hands and tore into a water-soaked panel that needed replacing. The wood splintered around the metal with a satisfying crunch.
After nights like last night, it was easy to forget what this was. So, if not talking about her relationship with Brian was what made nights like last night even possible at all, then I was fine with it. But I didn’t like that he was spending so much time at Club Midnight. He hadn’t even been a member a week, and it seemed like he was spending most of his nights there.
I was sure the novelty of it would wear off soon, that he’d stop leaving my Goddess alone every night. I heaved the hammer again. What kind of a man left a woman like that home alone to go to a sex club?
The kind of man who liked to share his wife with men like me.
And I was the kind of man who’d never leave her alone and wanting like that. Not unless she’d been bad and deserved it. Even then, never alone. I wouldn’t leave her alone like that. Would I slap a collar on her and lock her in a cage? Yes. Would I leave her alone every night while I went out and screwed someone else?
No fucking way.
I didn’t know what kind of man that made me, but I did know what kind of man that made Brian, and I didn’t like it. To be fair, I had no idea if he actually was screwing other people. But I did know Club Midnight, and it brought out the worst in people. Or the best, depending on how you looked at it.
I debated lifting my rule that she couldn’t go to the club without me. The beast fumed. No, that wouldn’t do. Brian may be her husband, but her kinky side belonged to me. I’d be damned if I let him show her off at the Club.
No fucking way.
I couldn’t believe she’d just waltzed onto the train and showed up at my front door. She used the spare key I kept over the doorframe, let herself in, and waited.
Like a damn, dirty little slut.
Who belonged to me.
My blood heated as I replayed the long night of punishment in my head. Alexandra was getting bolder and badder.
And I fucking loved it.
I loved it so much, I hoped she was getting up to something naughty right now, so I could punish her when I got home. A stroke of inspiration hit. I dropped the hammer at my feet with a clunk and fished my phone from my pocket.
YOU BETTER BE GOOD TODAY. I DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO PUNISH YOU AGAIN.
I made up my mind when her response wasn’t instantaneous. Oh, I’d definitely be punishing her again tonight. I shoved my phone in my pocket and went back to work. Some time later, I felt it buzz. The beast thrummed with excitement when it saw her name across the screen. I opened up the message and almost dropped my phone.
In the picture, she was wearing one of my flannels, unbuttoned down to her belly button. It was open almost to her nipples, the red fabric blocking them from view. Still, they were visibly hard and pebbled under the flannel, making the beast lick its lips. She was holding her arm high, so the camera was sure to get the full view of her.
In Aries’ dog cage.
Her arm stuck out through one of the gaps in the wire, her other hand wrapped around a bar. Other than her collar, it looked like she wasn’t wearing a damn thing underneath that flannel.
I’M WAITING FOR YOU LIKE A GOOD LITTLE SLAVE.
My cock went from soft to painfully erect in t-minus zero seconds. She was taunting me. Again. She knew I would be at work for a few hours yet. Knew the effect this would have on me. That all I would be able to think about for the rest of the day would racing home and tearing into her.
“Damn, boss, you’re into some kinky shit.”
I spun, my body moving before I could think the better of it. I had Jon backed against the wall in a matter of seconds. His shirt was in my fist and my elbow pressed against his windpipe. This was the price he had to pay for witnessing what was mine without permission. My blood thundered with rage and unspent lust.
“Stay the fuck out of it,” I hissed into his face.
Jon’s face…those eyes were wide, his mouth pulled back in a grimace. Oh shit, he was terrified. Clarity rang in my head like a bell. I stepped back, took a breath, and looked around. The entire crew was staring. Some looked like they were about to jump in and pull me off Jon.
Because I just attacked Jon.
Shit.
I offered him a hand. “Fuck, man, I’m sorry.”
I pulled him off the wall as he steadied himself.
“You came at me out of nowhere, Derek.” He straightened his shirt. His hands shook and guilt tore at me.
“You caught me by surprise, brother.” I tried to explain. “I wasn’t myself. I’m sorry.”
“I should’ve known better than to tease you about that shit. But seriously? You checked me. Me of all people.”
I felt like such an asshole. I didn’t like to get close to people, and this was why. They always paid a price in the end. Jon was a good man, a good friend. He didn’t deserve this. I was at a loss for words.
“Look, I get it. I snuck up on you during an intimate moment,” he said, a glimmer of humor in his eyes. “But if you ever pull something like that again, I’m out.” That fleeting trace of humor was gone, followed by a hardness that wasn’t usually on Jon’s face.
“I’
d expect no less,” I said. “You didn’t deserve that. I’m just…she’s a…”
“Touchy subject?” He finished for me.
I nodded. “You have no idea.”
“I get it,” he said again, clapping me on the shoulder. “One of these days, you got to tell me all about this. But for now, just watch yourself. If she makes you act like this, I don’t think you need me to tell you what a fine line you’re walking, bro.”
He was right. I didn’t need him to tell me that. I didn’t need him to remind me that this was more than ordinary passion. That this was far beyond normal behavior.
“We can finish up here. Only got two hours left. None of the guys would hold it against you if you left early today.”
I felt bad. I didn’t want to leave them hanging. I wasn’t the kind of boss who left early on a weekend. I was normally the first to show up and the last to leave. As I opened my mouth to protest, I realized he was right to suggest I leave. My hands were balled into fists, my shoulders tight, and my heart raced.
Not to mention my cock was ready to burn a hole through my jeans.
Alexandra. In a cage. Waiting for me. God-damn it.
I collected my things. “Just this once. But I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Jon laughed.
He corralled the men and told them to get back to work. I left, pulling open my truck and slamming the driver’s side door behind me. There was a reason why I didn’t want her visiting me these weekends. Alexandra was a distraction. An obsession. I knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore her, no, resist her, if she was here. She brought out the devil in me. And that wasn’t something I wanted to bring into my workplace.
On top of it all, she taunted me. I didn’t take well to being taunted. I was a bull in a china shop and she just waved a red-fucking-flag at me. I hoped she was ready.
Because there would be hell to pay for this.
Chapter Fifteen
LEXIE
I hummed to myself as I hit send on my homework assignment. I was lying on my stomach in the cage, Derek’s laptop just outside the open door. I dragged a few pillows and blankets in here, and it wasn’t bad. It was actually kind of comfortable.
I was surprised that I hadn’t heard back from him. Derek was usually pretty quick to respond. I was a little let down that my cage pic had gotten zero reaction from him because I was pretty excited about it.
After I’d remade his bed and cleaned up in the kitchen, I spent a few hours doing classwork. Then I saw Aries’ dog-cage by the back door, and I couldn’t help myself. I may have also gone into the dungeon and picked out a little something to get me ready for tonight.
Derek all but promised he’d be fucking my ass tonight. So I picked out my favorite butt plug—the metal one with the shiny pink jewel at the base. Then I crawled into that cage and sent him a very racy picture, with my boobs out, but covered, in what I hoped was a tantalizing little taste. And I wasn’t lying. I was being a good little slave, waiting patiently for him to come home.
I looked at the time and sighed. I’d have to be patient for a few more hours. Derek had said he wouldn’t be back before five. What was a good little slave to do while she waited? My hands seemed to have an idea because they traveled to my nipples and gave them a good pinch. I’d make sure I was primed and ready for him when he came home.
Tired screeched in the driveway and the front door swung open. For a heartbeat, I thought it was someone else. But then I recognized the heavy fall of his footsteps, Aries’ welcoming bark, and my heart leapt because that meant Derek had come home early. I pushed away the laptop and closed the door to the cage just before he rounded the corner.
His eyes bored into me.
They were blazing, hard and furious. His entire body radiated anger, and tension swelled between us as he glared at me. Oh no. Was it too much? Did I push him too far? I was toeing a fine line with all the taunting and teasing I’d been doing. He walked up to the cage and, without so much as a word, slapped a lock on it.
I stared at it, completely shocked.
His cock was a firm outline in his pants. I knew this would turn him on, but, maybe it brought out too much of the monster in him. My heart leapt into my throat when he crouched down and gripped the cage in his big arms. Heaving, he stood, lifting the cage into the air. I shrieked as the earth fell from under me.
I gripped the wire, my knuckles going white. “Derek!”
He ignored me as he walked across the room. Even through my terror, I marveled at his strength. Hot damn, he was strong. When he got to the basement door, he shifted his weight and the cage swayed as he opened it.
Oh my god.
I squeezed my eyes shut and yelped with every footfall down those steps. I had no control. I was locked up, helpless, and being carried down the stairs. I knew he wouldn’t drop me, but it was still scary. My heart jackhammered in my chest until we finally leveled out. He placed the cage on the ground with care, then promptly turned around and went back upstairs.
He shut off the light before he slammed the door and left me alone and caged in the dark.
I’d definitely gone too far, but I couldn’t help but tremble with excitement.
I loved it when the monster came out to play.
DEREK
I didn’t trust myself to be with her right now. I was too unruly, too high on the power I had over her. The sight of my Venus locked up and waiting just for me. I had to prepare myself. I needed to calm the beast. It was too much. Too much of her all at once. She poked and she prodded without realizing that my control did have limits.
I clung to the memory of this morning when I thought I’d hurt her. I allowed it to pierce through the lust. That was what was at stake here. I was terrified I’d go too far someday. Terrified the monster in me would take over completely, and she’d see me for what I was inside: a beast.
On that day, I knew she’d leave me. She’d leave running. Because even Alexandra had her limits too. I paced the kitchen. Aries watched me from where he lay on the sofa. I should leave her down there to stew. Let her nerves build and her patience whittle away to nothing. But I couldn’t stay away from her.
Fuck it.
I wanted to go down there. I wanted to unleash myself on her. Alexandra. My Goddess, my Princess, my Slave.
I winced as my cock twitched. The erection was persistent, so hard it hurt. God, this woman. The things she did to my cock. I glanced at the basement door. Enough. I walked across the room and tore it open.
I turned on the lights. Alexandra squinted at me from the bottom of the stairs. She looked so small and terrified, locked in that cage, wearing only my oversized flannel. So helpless, submissive, mine. My eyes never left hers as I walked down the steps. I grabbed a chair and pulled it up to her cage.
I sat and pulled out my cock, sighing with relief as I began to stroke it. Arousal dripped out of the engorged head, and Alexandra’s eyes widened.
“You think you know what you’re doing,” I told her as I touched myself. “You think you can handle me.”
“I didn’t mean to—”she started, but I cut her off.
“Shut up.”
Her gorgeous lips clamped shut, a trace of a pout on them. I continued to rub my cock. She watched, mesmerized, those eyes full of hunger.
“You taunt me. You tempt me.”
I stroked faster and groaned with pleasure. The sight of her in that cage was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Especially when she looked at me like that.
Fuck.
“You’re pushing me over the edge, Alexandra, and you won’t like what I become when you do.”
Her hands gripped the thin wire frame. She brought her face close to the bars.
“That’s not true.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I snarled, my cock throbbing in my hands.
“I can handle it.”
“Woman.” I panted. So close to losing myself. “You have no idea—“
But this time she cut me off.
“I do. And I want it. I want all of you, Derek.” Her eyes flashed at me. “Especially the dark side.”
I opened my mouth to scold her for the interruption, but I just stared at her, transfixed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as Alexandra opened her mouth and licked one of the bars. Slowly. Seductively. Her eyes were dark with lust and never once left mine. I almost came at the sight.
The beast snapped its leash. It roared, taking over, and ripped through me with sharp claws. I was on my feet, key in hand, and unlocking that cage before my brain could catch up with me. I moved the chair across the room and sat back down.
“Crawl, Slave,” I ordered, my voice no longer my own.
She shuddered before she pushed open the door. Her hands pressed against the ground. Then her knees. Slowly, she crawled towards me. The angle made her shirt dip low, and I could see her breasts, full and big, like ripe fruits ready to be plucked. I didn’t touch myself as I watched her. My cock was a quivering, throbbing heat by the time she got close.
She stayed on her hands and knees, looking up at me through thick lashes. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up. Her hands rested on my thighs.
“You want my cock, don’t you, my hungry little slave?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.
I could see her pulse fluttering in her neck. She licked her lips. I slapped my cock against her cheek. I took her face in both hands and moved her mouth over my aching tip. She opened wide and took it all down in one big gulp.
“That’s it, slave,” I hissed, enjoying the way she gagged, “take it all.”
Tears streamed down her face, but she relaxed and took it. Took all of me until she stopped gagging and began to bob her head. My eyes rolled up, fucking hell, she felt incredible. Every way I took her was better than the next. It didn’t matter which way—mouth, pussy, ass—as long as I was buried inside her, I was in heaven.
I yanked her head back to give her a break. Saliva dripped out of her mouth as she gasped for air. I slapped my cock against those swollen lips and pushed her on it again. This time, I took control, my hands on the back of her head as I fucked her mouth. Hard.
