Innocence Defied (New York)

by Lainey Reese

  He tore his eyes away from her crotch and met her horrified expression head-on. “Zoe,” he said, in that tone of voice that made her melt. “Unless the next thing you want to say is Alamo, I suggest you bring your ass down here and then put that pretty mouth of yours to work.” When she could only sputter like a geek, he gave her his gentle smile and added, “Darlin’, you gotta trust me here. You are going to love this.”

  “But…” She couldn’t believe she was actually going to have to say this aloud. “But, Gage...the umm. Well. Umm...the, won’t it, um smell?” She could barely finish speaking, and the last word came out in a whisper. She hoped to God he heard her, because she didn’t think she had the nerve to talk about the smell of her butt ever again.

  “The smell?”

  Oh God. Did he really just say that that loud? She wanted to find a hole to crawl into, but he was still holding on to the butt in question so she was stuck. “Oh, darlin’, I forget how innocent you are, and then something like this comes up.” He shook his head a little, and to her shock, lifted his face and took a big, exaggerated sniff. If that wasn’t enough, he pulled on her hips and rubbed his nose from between her labia all the way to her back hole, then forward again before lying back down to look at her. “You smell like sugar and sex, Zoe. It makes me fucking hard as steel, and I’d wear you like cologne if I could. Every. Fucking. Day.”

  She gulped. He wouldn’t lie to her, even if it was to make her feel better. He’d never been like that.

  “Now, relax and trust me.” Then he lifted back up and sucked her clit right between his lips.

  Zoe forgot all about being embarrassed. Currents of sensation zapped from her core and outward in all directions with every lap and pull from his mouth. He pulled and tugged on her hips until she was sure she was smothering him, but he only hummed in pleasure and tugged her more. After endless moments of bliss, she remembered that she was supposed to be doing this for him too. Zoe turned her head and his straining shaft was right there. She thought she should maybe tease it a little, but she wasn’t sure how, so she just opened her mouth and took him in as far as she could. Must have done it right, she thought, because he shouted against her and his body turned to granite.

  It was like a game of tag. Gage would suck and lick at her until she could hardly breathe, let alone move, and then he’d let up enough so she could focus on him. As the smooth, hot flesh slipped and slid along her tongue, she used first one hand and then alternated with the other as that one grew tired. She became addicted to the feel and taste of him.

  Those salty drops that slicked her tongue when she did something he really liked were like prizes she won, and she got greedy for them. His hips started to pump and his shaft got even bigger and harder the longer the blowjob went on. Gage was moaning into her core and the vibrations felt so good she moaned onto him to see if he liked the feel as well.

  He did. His hips came clean off the bed and she heard as well as felt him say, “Christ, yes,” against her. She kept doing it. Soon his hips took on a life of their own, and it was more that he was fucking her mouth rather than she was giving him head, and she gloried in it. She did her best to keep her tongue moving, her teeth out of the way, and used the tight clasp of her fist to torment and enhance his thrusts.

  He was going to come—she knew it. She could feel the peak boiling up in him, and the closer he got, the closer she got. He started really thrusting and his sac was drawn up tight and close to his body, where just a moment ago it’d been bobbing gently with his motions. She wanted his climax more than she wanted her own, and doubled her efforts. He felt it and cursed again. This time she couldn’t make it out, too caught up in both what she was feeling and what she was doing.

  Just when she was sure he was going to come, Gage moved his hands and she was galvanized when he slid his two longest fingers into her core and his pinky circled, then pushed into her tight back hole. Zoe forgot how to breathe or move, and though he kept thrusting, she hung above him in an agony of confused desire. He pumped once, twice, and then twice more, and that confusion burst into a million shards of light that shot from her throbbing center out. He growled encouragement to her and kept going, while wave after wave bombarded her and flooded onto him.

  He snapped. While she was still quaking in the throes of it, he flipped her onto her back then knelt straddling her waist. Gage roared as that first hot ribbon burst from him to splash across her breast. His hand pumped and squeezed his shaft and he aimed the second blast so it landed on her other breast, and then the third and fourth flew between them. She watched his face as he watched her, and thought he’d never looked so fiercely handsome as he did right then. With a last shudder and jerk, his eyes closed and he slumped forward until he was braced above her on one hand while his other still stroked himself. It took him several deep breaths but eventually he opened his eyes to look down at her again. She watched as he took in the sight of her breasts decorated with his seed. The look on his face made her want to do it all over again. When his eyes met hers, the smile she gave him must have made it clear what she was thinking.

  “Darlin’,” he said all breathless and raspy, “you are gonna be the death o’ me.” Then he leaned down and kissed her with a sweetness that brought tears to her eyes and a tender joy to her heart.

  “You want me to do what?” Zoe looked at Gage the next morning with dawning horror. They had slept through the night with Zoe draped over him like a blanket. He’d woken her twice during the night, once with his mouth between her legs again and once with his hands there. Then when the alarm went off, he’d dragged her into the shower and bathed her from head to toe so thoroughly that she’d barely been able to stand on her own when he was finished.

  While she bathed him in turn, Gage had showed her how to bring him to climax using just her hands. As she watched him tremble and gasp and groan at the touch of her fingers, she’d been awed. Her entire existence she’d loved him from afar and he’d always seemed larger than life and completely out of her reach. Now he was here and touching her and teaching her how to touch him, and it was a miraculous.

  What he was asking now, however, was more than a little scary.

  “You are going to spend the day at work with me,” he repeated, his voice calm and reasonable. “Everyone there will think you are my new intern.”

  Zoe was sitting on her bed, wearing nothing but a towel as she watched him rifle through her closet while he spoke to her over his shoulder.

  “What you’ll really be there for is to act as my sub.” Gage turned to her with a skirt suit in his hands. The sinfully soft fabric was a deep dark blue with a thin silver pinstripe. It was a super mini with pleats to the skirt that made it bounce and tease with each step. He then pulled out a silk cami in pomegranate red to go under the cropped jacket.

  “Gage.” She tried again. “What if someone comes in? You could get in trouble.” When he only chuckled and laid her clothes on the bed beside her, she sputtered, “I’m not kidding. What if we get caught and you get in trouble with your family?”

  “Oops.” He cupped her face in is big palms. “You worry too much. I own the company, I can’t get in trouble.” When she opened her mouth to argue, he laid his lips over hers and kissed away every thought she had in her head.

  “Being the boss has a few perks. One of which is that no one—no one—comes into my office without waiting for my okay to enter.” One more kiss and then he walked out, leaving her tingling but still a little scared.

  “Mr. Hollister, you have Mr. Marshall Senior on line one.”

  Gage lifted his head from between Zoe’s legs with a jolt. She was sprawled out on his desk with that tiny skirt tangled up around her waist. He’d strapped her legs up and back with some Velcro restraints that he’d secured around her chest. He sat back in his chair. As he swirled a couple fingers in the juices he’d drawn from her, he watched her face as she struggled out from the fog.

  “Thank you, Karen,” he replied when he’d depressed the
intercom button with his free hand. Knowing it was just this side of mean, he said, “Sub, I want you to be very quiet as I take this call.” When she looked at him in panic, he quickly opened the line before she could voice an objection that he’d have to discipline her for.

  “Allen,” Gage said to Zoe’s father as he slid his thumb in a firm circle over her clit. “How are you?”

  Gage had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from laughing at the look of horror on her face.

  “Fine. Just fine, son.” Allen Marshall’s voice came through loud and clear over the speaker and all of Zoe’s body vibrated in her effort to block out what was happening while her father’s voice floated around her.

  “How’s my girl doing today?”

  Gage looked at his “girl”, restrained and open on his desk. He slowly pumped two thick fingers into her and answered, “She’s fantastic.”

  Her eyes closed on a silent groan and he smiled at her, then leaned forward to give a few fast licks to her straining clit.

  “I hate to keep bothering you like this,” Allen said, “but you know how mothers are. She worries less when we get updates. Is Oops driving you crazy yet?”

  Gage pumped deep and hard into her sheath four times and answered, “I think you got that backward, Allen, I’m the one driving her crazy, I’d say.” Then he watched as he slid his pinky into the rosebud of her back entrance. Every muscle in her body strained and quivered.

  “Oh, I’d doubt that,” her father replied with an indulgent chuckle. “Our girl thinks you can do no wrong. You know, you probably don’t realize this but I don’t think she’s ever outgrown her crush on you.”

  “You don’t say?” Gage’s response was full of surprised doubt. Right now she was glaring at him from between her restrained legs and looked just as likely to shoot him as come for him.

  “Seriously,” Allen continued. “I honestly think it’s still there—that hero worship she always had for you. Well, I hope she’s not cramping your style too much. Don’t let her hog all your free time. Brice and Terryn can babysit her a couple nights a week so you can go out.”

  Gage laughed at the outraged look on Zoe’s face, then said, “I’ll be sure to tell her that you think she still needs a babysitter.”

  “Good God, don’t do that.” There was true concern in his voice. “She’d go through the roof if she knew I said that. So, have you shown her anything new?”

  “Oh, I’ve showed her a thing or two.” His fingers were still pumping and he used the thumb on his other hand to torment her clit.

  “That’s good. That’s real good. Like I said, though, we don’t want you giving up all your spare time playing with our girl. Just give Brice and Terryn a call any time and they’ll take her off your hands whenever you need a break.”

  “Like I’ve already told you, I like my hands just where they are right now.” Considering that both his hands were now buried deep in her dripping sheath, he couldn’t have meant anything more. “She’s a joy to me, she always has been.”

  Her eyes met his and the melting devotion in hers tugged at his heart. “Well, Allen, I’m going to cut this short.” He winked at Zoe while he told her father, “I’ve got a young lady coming here any minute.” He didn’t catch her father’s reply; he was too busy smothering his laughter at the murderous glare his sub was shooting him.

  As soon as the line went dead, Zoe opened her mouth, presumably to tear into him, but she forgot one small detail: she was restrained with his hands buried in her. He stood up and leaned over her, pushing deep with his fingers so her body reverberated with the reaction.

  “There something on your mind, sub?” he taunted as he continued to pump. Her eyes lost focus and he felt the intense tightening of her vaginal walls. “God, darlin’,” he practically growled at her. “I love the way you feel right before you come. If I was in you right now, I’d lose my fucking mind.” He groaned the last as she spilled over and came in one contracting wave after another.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tomorrow was her birthday. Zoe was a wreck of nerves and anticipation. Tomorrow was the day. He was finally going to make love to her. This last week he’d done everything to her but that. He’d poured warm oil on her breasts then held them in his hands while he’d stroked his shaft between them until he came with a guttural shout. He did the same thing to her butt cheeks the very next day—much to her shock and secret delight, he’d done it while she was bent over his desk at work. His mouth had been between her legs so many times she thought she’d become addicted to it because she started craving him there again almost as soon as he finished.

  Gage’s hands were on her constantly. Even if they were just watching a movie before bed, he was touching her in some marvelous and intimate way. Zoe smiled to herself, thinking that street went both ways. Finally, she was free to touch him too. With her hands and her mouth, she was doing to him everything she’d always dreamed of. Well almost, she amended to herself. Starting tomorrow, it would be everything.

  “You ready, darlin’?” Gage poked his head into her bedroom where he’d left her an hour ago to get ready for dinner. She was delighted to see his expression go slack with surprise, then darken with desire.

  She was wearing a white dress tonight—it seemed fitting since it was her last night as a virgin. It was strapless and hugged her form all the way down to her thighs before the long skirt loosened and flowed out. In her heels, the skirt flirted with the floor and there was a slit in the side that went more than halfway up her thigh. She had a cashmere wrap for her shoulders and she shrugged it on as she turned to him with a smile.

  “All set.” With a last pat at her hair that she’d piled up in loose curls, she walked past him out the door. Zoe couldn’t help the purely female glow she felt that he still stood there dumbstruck as she started down the hall.

  Zoe stepped out of the cab and let out a gasp of delight when Gage asked the driver to stop. There was an open carriage with a gleaming white horse waiting for them. The driver tipped his top hat at her and hopped down to open the door with a flourish and a bow.

  She turned to Gage and wrapped her arms tight around him. “Oh, Gage. How perfect. How do you always know just exactly what to do?”

  He only smiled at her and, with a steady hand, helped her in to the carriage.

  Central Park was full of magic at twilight. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and as dusk began to fall, stars blinked on and filled the night with diamonds. The horse drew them along a lazy path through the elaborate gardens and the fragrance of a million flowers perfumed the air. Zoe let her head rest on Gage’s shoulder and he draped his arm around her to pull her close.

  With tears in her eyes, Zoe told him, “I love you, Gage. I’ve loved you my whole life and every day we’ve had just gets more and more perfect.”

  His arm tightened and she felt him kiss the top of her head. She knew he was still conflicted about them. He loved her too—she knew he did. She also knew that he was having trouble with the transition from the love he felt for the little girl to the feelings he now had for the woman she’d grown into. She smiled up at him, unafraid to let him see the tears swimming in her eyes. “I’m so glad I waited for you. This week has been the best in my life and if I could have known what to wish for and written out a list, I would have written it out exactly like this.”

  His hand cupped her cheek and he stared into her eyes for a long silent moment before tipping his head down and kissing her. He kissed her lightly at first, just gentle sweeps of his lips against hers. Then he added more and more pressure until her lips opened, and he gave a soft groan as his tongue swept in. For endless moments he kissed her with deep sweeping thrusts of his tongue, alternated with soft featherlight brushes.

  She was panting and her head was fuzzy with desire when he pulled away. Zoe whimpered and tried to pull him back for more, but he said, “The carriage stopped, darlin’. We’re here.”

  Zoe looked up and the tears sprang back to her eyes at wha
t she saw. They were in a secluded glen without another soul in sight, and there was a table set fit for a king. There were silver platters and gleaming china. Long-stemmed crystal glasses, white linens and even a handsome young man dressed in full tuxedo waited for them. Not alone as she’d thought.

  She took in the whole scene with a trembling tummy and looked back at Gage, ready to burst into a full-blown crying jag of gratitude.

  He recognized the signs, because he looked panicked for a second and said, “You remember Tanner, don’t you, darlin’?”

  “Tanner?” Zoe’s head whipped back to the handsome young man and she let out a gurgling laugh. “Tanner! What? How?”

  She looked back at Gage and he smiled as he told her, “He proved he wasn’t a punk when he came back to check on you that night. You were out cold, because he was pounding on the door like he was going to beat it down and you didn’t so much as twitch.”

  She blushed at that. She knew it was because of the orgasms he’d given her that she’d slept so soundly, and from the look in his eyes, she saw that he knew it too.

  “Well, seein’ as how he was so concerned for you and all, I promised him he’d get to check on you for himself.” She gave him a quick squeeze and hopped down to wrap Tanner in a tight hug.

  “It’s so good to see you.” She looked up at this guy that she hardly knew but still felt a deep connection with.

  “You too, Zo.” His smile was charming and knowing and Zoe felt a flush steal over her cheeks as he looked her over. “I can’t say I’m completely happy to see that your plan worked out. I was hoping it would fail miserably so you’d have to give me a shot.”

  Her laugh was light and full of joy. “Tanner, you are never going to convince me that you’re lacking in female company and pining away for me.”