Vengeful Seduction_A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “You’re mine, Kaye. Mine,” David insisted again. I looked up into his handsome face and my heart pounded in a way that had little to do with how perfectly he was using my body.

  His.

  I was his. Mind, body, and soul, I belonged to him, and we both knew it.

  “David,” I moaned, tugging at the cuff on my wrist to remind myself of how thoroughly bound I was—how helpless I was for him. I shuddered and rocked on him, my pussy walls clenching tightly around him as each thrust inside me brought me closer to ecstasy.

  “Say it,” David insisted, his dick pumping away inside of me, his hands cupping my breasts, and his thumbs playing over the nipples. “Tell me who you belong to.”

  His eyes were getting darker with his own growing pleasure, and his thrusts were deeper, harder, and more erratic inside of me. His breathing had sped up and it matched mine perfectly, mingling between us and linking us in one more way.

  My husband. My perfect, sexy, gorgeous husband. Bad moods or not, I loved him. And it seemed I was even better than Brent was at bringing him out of those bad moods.

  There was no doubt about it. I was his. Everything I was, was for him. I smiled up at him, my hips rising to meet his desperate thrusts, just as eager as he was. My own pleasure was gathering like storm clouds, and lightning bolts of pleasure were starting to flicker through my body, making it tense up around him.

  “I’m yours,” I whispered, relentlessly fucking myself on him, using him just as much as he used me. “I’m yours!” The last two words were pretty much shouted because the force of the orgasm that ripped through me stole all my control. I moaned and writhed, the cuffs rattling against the bed frame as I clenched around him. Pulsing pleasure shot through my entire body until I was sweaty and weak.

  A few more thrusts, which only prolonged my pleasure, and then David was finding his own release. I felt the hot wash of his fluids inside of me, the slightly sticky liquid making me slippery around him. He pushed deep, holding me down with his whole body as he shot inside of me.

  “Mine!”

  His voice was insistent, and for a moment, he almost sounded panicked. I frowned a little. Did he really still doubt it? I was his—of course I was. I was beyond happy to be his.

  “I’m yours,” I told him, panting, as soon as I could form words again. “I’m yours, David, always and forever. Until the end of time.”

  Tangled up in each other, arms firmly around each other with both of us considerably more sated, we drifted off into a deep, satisfying sleep.

  I would be his, forever and then some.

  Chapter 15

  David

  A few months passed. I knew Brent was chomping at the bit. I knew he didn’t understand why it was all taking so long, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Kaye needed to settle into the new marriage—to become a little bit more complacent about it.

  I kept myself a bit distant from her. Not too much. Not enough to allow her to accuse me of anything. Just enough to shake her loose from me, hopefully. Just enough so that, when the time came, she would fall right into Brent’s arms.

  Because it was still the plan. I hadn’t given it up. Sometimes I slipped up and almost forgot the main point of the whole thing. Sometimes I let myself enjoy her company and her willing presence in my bed.

  It was probably better that I did, though. If she found me moody and unpredictable, she would be more likely to fall for Brent, who could—in her mind—offer her stability.

  It made me sick to think about her falling for Brent. He was just going to break her heart. I tried not to think about it at all, but it came back into my mind time after time.

  So it was easier to mostly avoid her, to pick little fights, and to push her away. Though it would be easier still if she would fight back, but she never did.

  I was avoiding her the day she came to me, her expression both nervous and determined. She opened the door to my office, where I was working, and the look on her face robbed me of the snarky comment I would probably have made.

  She knew better than to bother me while I was working. Yet she was, and I found I couldn’t speak—I couldn’t tell her off. Not when she was looking at me the way she was.

  “What is it?” I finally managed, and she seated herself across the desk from me, giving me the most plaintive look I’d ever seen from another human being. She inclined herself toward me, her big green eyes fixed firmly on my face.

  “I want to talk to you,” she murmured, and for a moment I was actually afraid she wanted to leave me. Maybe she’d figured out what Brent and I were doing. My guilty conscience gnawed at me as I stared at her, trying to read her face.

  Surely she wasn’t leaving me. She loved me. We could work this out.

  “What is it?” I asked, my tongue feeling numb and my mouth dry. I tried to sound nonchalant, but wasn’t sure it came off particularly well.

  If she did leave, would she be considered the party at fault? Would I get everything, without even having to do the work to make her cheat on me?

  The thought was there, but was overwhelmed by a deeper, more urgent, more primal one.

  Don’t leave me.

  “I want to start a family, David,” Kaye murmured, and I stared at her as pieces of the argument I’d been crafting started to fall down around my ears, unneeded. Whatever I had expected, it definitely hadn’t been those words, and I looked at her, trying to make it all make sense.

  “A family?” I made my shocked mouth form the words, then shook my head. I definitely hadn’t thought through a good response ahead of time to such a statement, and I stared at her a bit stupidly as she looked imploringly back at me.

  “I want a baby,” she told me, and one of her hands rested on her flat stomach, stroking the starched white shirt that was neatly tucked into the waistline of a black skirt. The movement of her hand was faintly erotic to me in ways I didn’t understand.

  I took a deep breath and shook my head. Better to nip this in the bud right here and now, to keep it from going any further.

  “Kaye, we’ve only been married a few months,” I pointed out. “It’s far too soon. We should wait a year, or maybe two, so we’re both ready. A baby isn’t a decision to rush into.”

  I thought it all sounded very reasonable, but Kaye looked stubborn. It wasn’t something she did very often—only when she really wanted something—and I knew then I was in for a rough ride. She had really dug in her heels about this.

  “David, I want to see a little version of us—both of us. I want to know if our baby will have my eyes, or yours, or a mix of the two. I want to see what our child will look like, know how they act, and learn if they love to paint or if they have your head for finance. I want to know them.”

  Her voice had gotten deeply passionate, and I felt my heart stirring inside of me. A little version of the two of us. Kaye and me mingled in a little person. The idea appealed to me. But it was, of course, absolutely out of the question.

  There was absolutely no way I was going to bring a baby into a fake marriage. Even I wasn’t cruel enough to do something so heinous. A child would be an innocent and would be deeply hurt by the inevitable fallout between me and Kaye.

  “I don’t want a baby. Not yet.” My voice was very firm, and I looked at her, keeping my eyes hard and my gaze uncompromising. “You’re going to have to wait. We’ll do it when we both think it’s right.”

  Kaye was usually so sweet and biddable, and part of me assumed, even with how big of a bee she had in her bonnet about this, that she would back off and accept my words, even if she didn’t like them.

  The thing about Kaye, though, which I had forgotten, was she could be stubborn when she really, truly wanted something. I had only seen it a few times. Mostly, she was content to go with the flow and allow whatever happened to happen, but she could definitely hold her own when it came to something very important to her.

  “You don’t have the right to shut me down like this,” Kaye argued. “I’m ready to have
a baby now.”

  I stared at her, trying to will her to back down. This was a nightmare. If this marriage was real, I would be thrilled. It actually surprised me a little just how badly I wanted what she was offering—a family, a baby, and something to link us together forever.

  Which was exactly why the whole thing was so terrifying. I wanted it too badly. Kaye was going to be out of my life, and not too very far in the future either. It was utterly unfair of me to bring a baby into this.

  “I want to get off the pill,” she told me firmly, her eyes sparkling with resolve in a way that made me want to grab her, bend her over the desk, and get started on the baby right then and there. “I want to get this started. I wouldn’t force anything on you, but …you have to at least think about it.”

  No way. I wasn’t about to get caught in a trap, no matter how cleverly she laid it out for me. If I agreed to this—to any of it—she’d see this as a plausible option and it really wasn’t.

  “We’re married, David. ‘Til death do us part, remember?” Kaye implored. She reached out and took my hand, squeezing it, and I was so surprised by the sudden movement, I let her have it. “There’s no reason to wait. Just …think about it?”

  Oh, God.

  My heart clenched in my chest, a tight stone that threatened to sink into my belly. I wanted it. I hadn’t known until she spoke the words, but I wanted a baby—a child to follow in my footsteps. In our footsteps.

  And I could hardly ask for a more perfect co-parent than Kaye. She would be amazing with a child, I could already tell. We had the money for it too …

  The thought stopped me cold in my tracks. While I was waxing poetic about having a baby with my wife, I was forgetting about the money. So much money to help me with my endeavors. Money that should’ve been all mine and mine alone.

  Most people would agree it would be a pretty steep price to pay for a child.

  There was absolutely no way I was going to let her get away with this. She wasn’t going to take everything from me, and I was suddenly furious that she would even try.

  “No.” My voice was utterly uncompromising. What was the point in giving her false hope? It just wasn’t going to happen, and I stared at her, willing her to see the facts. “I don’t want a child. Not right now. Just wait.”

  Just wait.

  It wasn’t even logical. There was literally no reason for us to wait, or no reason she knew about anyway.

  “David …” she blinked back tears, and I felt like pretty much the biggest asshole in the whole entire world. I was making her cry, and she wasn’t the type of woman to use tears as a weapon. She was genuinely upset—heartbroken even.

  And there was much worse to come. She was going to have to be strong. I liked to think she could be. Maybe this wouldn’t break her completely in the end. It helped my guilty conscience to think so, anyway.

  “Damn it, David,” she cried, tears streaming down her face. She dashed them away angrily. “Why won’t you at least think about it?”

  I didn’t answer. What could I say? I could hardly tell her the truth. Oh, sorry, Kaye, we can’t have a baby because I’m after your money, which should be mine, and I don’t want to bring an innocent child into this mess?

  Oh, that would go over well.

  She spun away from me, going to the door and throwing it open, the knob hitting the wall with a loud bang. Kaye ran out, hair streaming behind her, sobbing. Not just with sadness, either, I was willing to bet. She was furious with me.

  I wasn’t even sure I could blame her. She should be. I was deliberately doing terrible things to her.

  It settled into my craw. She was utterly furious with me. Would she end our marriage over this?

  I shook my head as I thought about the question I had asked myself. No, Kaye wouldn’t give up that easily.

  And I couldn’t give up the inheritance. I just couldn’t do it. As much as part of me wished I could, as much as I wished I could give Kaye what she wanted—what we both wanted—and start a little family with her, it just wasn’t possible for me.

  Giving up was something I didn’t know how to do. I was set on this path now, bound to follow it to the end. So I let Kaye go, then reached for the phone.

  “What is it, David?” Brent sounded annoyed. I knew he was in a bad mood, cranky with me because I hadn’t let him go further with the plan. Part of me wondered if he was yearning to taste my wife’s delicious lips, her tits, and her pussy.

  My blood began to boil, but I took a deep breath to cool it a bit.

  With the talk of a baby, I had to make things move faster. What I wanted to tell him would give him much less reason to be grumpy. “Kaye’s upset. Get over here as soon as you can.”

  “Upset?” he actually sounded happy about that. It made me sick at him and myself.

  The poor woman was in tears because she wanted to have my baby and I was denying her that. I would give her anything she wanted, just not a human who would belong to both of us, entangling us forever.

  No, I could not have that at all.

  “Yes, I’ll let her tell you why that is. Hurry.”

  “I’m already in my car, heading your way. Is it odd that my whole body is tingling in anticipation of holding her?” His question doubled me over.

  If he had been right in front of me, I’d have plunged my fist right into his chest and ripped his heart out.

  Heartless bastard!

  Kaye

  How could he?

  If he had told me he didn’t want a child, maybe it would be different. After all, I hadn’t checked with him about it before we got married. Some people didn’t want a family. David had the right to what he wanted.

  I would have been disappointed if he was one of those people, but he hadn’t actually said he was. In fact, he had seemed almost to want a child, but just wanted to wait for some unknown reason. He wouldn’t talk about it or even think about it, and I just couldn’t understand why.

  Disappointment crushed my heart, weighing it down, and I wept bitterly as I sat on the front porch. There was a swing there, and I let myself rock gently back and forth, the motion somewhat soothing. Tears rolled down my face in a torrent, one I couldn’t have stopped if I had tried, so I didn’t even bother.

  It was never going to happen. I was never going to get what I wanted. The baby that my arms ached to cradle was never going to be there, because my husband just wouldn’t allow it to happen.

  Damned if I could understand why.

  The sound of tires had my eyes opening and I saw a car drive up our driveway. It was dark outside, the sun having just gone down, but I saw a man inside the car and it didn’t take a lot of sleuth work to figure out who it was. It had to be Brent. What other man would be coming here this late?

  That thought made me realize I should get dinner. I had been hungry and it likely wasn’t helping with the emotional torrent racing through me. But I felt so damn hopeless and watched with dull eyes as Brent got out of the car and walked toward me.

  He didn’t seem surprised to see me, even though I was sitting on the front porch, obviously crying. He just gave a soft little sigh, then settled down beside me on the two-person swing and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

  It felt good at first. My husband was being so unaccountably cruel and to have someone just hold me—it felt comforting. I let myself relax into it, resting my head on Brent’s shoulder and sobbing like I would never stop.

  “What is it?” he asked, and I had to fight to calm myself down enough to even speak. I took a deep, shuddering breath and slowly, slowly, I was able to talk.

  “I asked him about a baby. I told him I want to start a family. He told me I had to wait,” I whispered, wondering how trivial all of this sounded to this big deal businessman. Did I sound like a complete idiot?

  Honestly, I didn’t even care. It mattered to me, whether it should or not. But I didn’t quite dare to look at him. Brent was always so strong, so dominant, and he rarely seemed to take anything serious
ly.

  I didn’t think I could handle it if he laughed at me.

  “I’m sorry,” he said instead, sounding strangely sober, at least for him. It seemed he did take my problem seriously, which was even more of a relief. After David’s reaction, I’d been worried maybe I was going crazy. “That has to suck.”

  Yes, it really did. I sobbed harder into his shoulder, but there was relief there too. I wasn’t crazy. Brent didn’t seem to think so anyway. It wasn’t much, but it helped a little.

  “It’s never going to happen,” I whispered, finally stating my fears out loud. “I don’t know if he just doesn’t want a family or what it is. Maybe he’s afraid to let himself want something like that again. But I’ve always wanted a baby.”

  Brent sighed softly as he reached for me, tilting my chin up so I met his green eyes. They seemed to shimmer in the darkness. There was compassion and comfort there.

  “He doesn’t deserve you, you know,” Brent commented abruptly, his eyes fixated on mine. “He’s an idiot if he doesn’t know what he has. You’re incredible. Way too good for him.”

  Something about the way he spoke to me made the skin on the back of my neck prickle. Maybe it was because he was so willing to say those sorts of things about his friend, who should surely have his loyalty over me.

  Why was he always taking my side?

  “Let go of me.” As I said the words, I was more and more sure I was right. Something here was wrong—very wrong—and I needed to stop it before it got more wrong.

  “What’s wrong?” Brent asked, and he pulled away from me a little, but kept his arm around me. It started to feel more oppressive than comforting, and I stood up, looking down at him, deeply thoughtful.

  “I’m not stupid,” I told him, my breathing very rapid and my heart pounding. What situation had I gotten myself into? Whatever it was, I had to get myself out of it immediately.

  “What do you mean?” he asked, but I could swear I saw a hint of wariness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I didn’t think so.