Vengeful Seduction_A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  He looked at me as though stunned. His lips parted, then closed. King David was finding out his crown was but a ploy. He was ruler of no one. “Not ever?”

  I frowned, studying his face. What was going on here? Why was he so caught up in this obsession with sharing me with Brent again?

  “Sometimes,” I spoke very slowly. “It’s like you’re trying to push me away. Like you want me in his arms instead of your own. I don’t get it.”

  I gazed at him, taking in every bit of him. His handsome face, his strong, muscular body, and the tormented look deep in his dark eyes. He didn’t deny what I said, and I sighed softly and shook my head. “What is this, David? I love you. Are you trying to push me away for some reason? Please don’t.” He still didn’t say anything, so I whispered, “I love you. Flaws and all, I love you.”

  I stopped talking to give him a chance to say something. Anything. He still didn’t react. I felt a little like I was talking to a stone wall, except for those eyes, which watched me and seemed almost pained. I couldn’t even start to guess why, but I had to make him understand.

  “You’re the only man I want. If you want to tie me up and dominate me, I would love it. But no one else. Not Brent, not anyone. Not ever. I will never have another man in my bed.”

  He continued to say nothing, to do nothing, as though frozen in place. I shook my head. Words weren’t getting through to him, so actions were going to have to.

  Without hesitation, I rose up onto my knees on the bed, so I was at the right level to fling my arms around him. I kissed him, opening my mouth to him and moaning when he plunged his tongue inside my hot mouth.

  He was shaking a little, I realized. I hadn’t noticed before, but this close, I couldn’t miss it. His breath was hard and fast, like an animal panting. His arms, as they closed around me, held me so tightly I could barely breathe.

  He wanted me. I could tell, not only from his rapid breathing. When I pressed against him, he was hard, throbbing, and obvious even through his pants. And there was desperation in the way he held me.

  “You’re mine, Kaye,” he growled, and the desire was very clear in his voice. I knew how he sounded when he was turned on, and my own body flowed with arousal in response to his. “You’ll do what I tell you to do.”

  Has this man lost his damn mind?

  I stared at him. Yes, I was very wet, and if he’d wanted me for himself, I would have given myself to him in a second. The things he was saying, though, were a different matter entirely.

  “What do you mean?” I whispered, looking into his eyes, my hips still pressed tightly against his arousal. The sexual tension was thick between us, and I wanted him to just give this whole crazy idea up, to throw me on the bed, and to take me. Maybe tie me up, too.

  “I mean I’m bringing Brent in.” His chest heaved with his intense, rapid breaths. He stared into my eyes, challenging me. “You’ll do what you’re told, Kaye. You’re mine, and if I say Brent is joining us, then you’ll take it and you’ll like it.”

  I couldn’t believe the words spewing from my husband’s mouth. I couldn’t actually be hearing what I thought I was hearing. This man was supposed to love me. How dare he speak to me like that?

  “We’re going to tease you,” he continued, almost taunting me. “We’re going to do whatever we like to your body, and you’re going to thank us for it by the end.”

  With those last words, he officially crossed a line with me. It was bad enough that he didn’t seem to care about whether I wanted any of this or not, but to suggest Brent could fuck me if he wanted to? To pretty much outright say I would be expected to allow him to if David wanted it?

  Never.

  I pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. Hard. I had never, not in my entire life, slapped anyone across the face, but I was willing to start. In this one situation, I had no problem putting my normal pacifistic self aside, at least for a few seconds.

  “How dare you?” I asked, and the question was genuine. I honestly didn’t understand where was coming from, saying the things he was saying.

  He stared at me in shock, one cheek bright red, so I slapped him across the other for good measure. I felt sick to my stomach, but also deeply gratified. Hopefully the slaps would teach him a little bit about who I was, since he apparently didn’t already know.

  “Kaye, I own you,” he insisted, and my eyes narrowed as I glared at him.

  God, I loved this man, but he drove me insane sometimes. What game was he playing here? I could swear I had been right before and he was trying to push me into Brent’s arms. It would all make sense—how cold he was to me and how he kept wanting me to share myself with Brent.

  Maybe it was my imagination, but whatever the case was, I had had enough. He was acting insane, and until he could be more reasonable, there was really only one thing for me to do.

  “Get out,” I whispered, and my eyes prickled with sudden tears. I blinked them back. I was crying far, far too much these days and enough was enough. I was no victim.

  “Kaye, what …?” His voice was stunned, and I was glad. Let him know what it felt like, for once, to feel uncertain and off balance. He’d been doing it to me since our wedding day. Time for him to taste some of his own medicine.

  “You heard me. Get out! You don’t own me. I love you, but that doesn’t give you any excuse to speak to me the way you are right now. I choose what happens to my body, David, not you. So you can leave until you can behave like a reasonable human being.”

  David blinked, and I knew my fury had surprised him. Good. Maybe he’d think twice before trying to pull this crap again.

  “Where am I supposed to sleep?” he asked, and I just shook my head. I wasn’t going to let his unspoken plea move me.

  “I don’t care,” I told him. “Somewhere else. You need to think about what you want, David, and until you do, I want you out of my sight.”

  He left, then, and I watched him go—watched him slam the door shut behind him. Only then did I collapse onto the bed, sobbing softly.

  The anger left me and only sadness remained—a deep sadness that still couldn’t quite numb me to the horror of the conversation I’d just had with my boneheaded husband.

  If only I could stop loving him.

  If only I could stop caring about the bleak sadness I’d seen in his eyes when I’d ordered him out.

  There was so much in his past. Maybe I had been expecting too much, to think he would have no issues. His mother had left him. He probably thought I was going to do the same.

  The things he’d said to me weren’t okay. I was no pushover and I would not be forced into something I didn’t want to do. I’d done the right thing in letting him know I wouldn’t stand for it, and sending him away so he could think about it was only logical.

  Hopefully, he would think quickly.

  The truth was, I missed him already. It was ridiculous—he’d only been gone about thirty seconds—but I did. I missed how it was when it was good between us. I missed how warm and comfortable and amazing it could be.

  Crying, I fell into a thin sleep, but even as I dozed, I knew I wouldn’t really be able to sleep unless I had David in bed with me. It wasn’t going to be quite right until this, our first major fight, was patched up.

  Until then, I just had to comfort myself with my own words to Brent. Every relationship, every marriage, had issues sometimes. It didn’t mean we were over—far from it.

  It was a comfort, but only in a very thin, unsatisfying way.

  Chapter 18

  David

  I loved her.

  The emotion was right there, right in my heart and mind, as if it had been there the whole time. Perhaps it had. Maybe the fight I’d just had with Kaye had pulled a concealing cloth free to let me look at what I was actually feeling.

  It was highly disturbing.

  For thirty years, I’d lived without love. Oh, I’d loved my father, and even my grandfather. But I’d never loved a woman—not in any way—until
Kaye had strolled into my life and messed everything up.

  Well, to be fair, I strolled into her life, and I was the one who had set about getting to know her and plotting to marry her.

  Always the saint, that woman. Never the sinner.

  I couldn’t stop moving. My whole body felt like it was burning, smothered in embers that would give me no rest. I loved her. I loved my wife—the one thing I had thought impossible when I came into this had happened.

  So why was I doing this? Why didn’t I just let the whole plan go?

  Brent would mock me mercilessly, but I almost didn’t care. Almost.

  God, what was I going to do?

  My mind turned first one way, then another. I could give up the plan. I loved Kaye. But love wasn’t enough. Love wasn’t worth billions of dollars.

  I couldn’t decide.

  The sheets tangled around my legs, and I smoothed them out only to get them all messy again. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t lay still. The guestroom bed was soft and comfortable, but it might as well have been made out of rusty nails and hornets for all the rest I got from it.

  I’d been so sure of myself. Pushing Kaye had seemed the logical thing to do, and now here I was, sent to sleep in the guest room. I had pushed too hard, and for the first time, I let myself consider something terrible.

  What if I didn’t get either?

  I had been expecting to lose her the whole time, but what if I lost her and the money? She obviously wasn’t impressed with me, and when I thought of all the things I’d said to her, I couldn’t even blame her.

  Maybe I should go talk to her.

  Not because I was going to give in. Nothing of that sort. Just to try to repair things. To take her back off of the defensive. It only made sense, right?

  I sat up. This was ridiculous. The whole thing. Yes, I’d pushed a bit too hard, but there was no reason I needed to be fighting with my wife. I would go to her, maybe even apologize, and tell her I was under a lot of stress.

  Kaye would understand. She always did. That was just one of many reasons I had fallen in love with her against my will.

  Just as I was swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, intending to stand, the door opened. Kaye walked in, her eyes red and slightly puffy, like she’d been crying. As much as I tried to harden my heart against her, the sight touched me.

  “Kaye,” I whispered, but she shook her head. She walked over to me, her face strange and dreamy, and for a moment I was absolutely certain she was going to hit me again.

  She didn’t.

  Instead, she climbed into my lap, straddling my hips and wrapping her slender arms around me. Her body settled, warm and feminine and fragrant, in my lap, and her lips found mine.

  The kiss started off soft, both of us trying it out to see if it fit after the huge fight we’d had. It quickly grew and changed as we both figured out it did. If anything, we fit better than ever.

  She was so eager and pliant in my arms, her kisses sweet, but with definite heat to them. It was like we were both trying to make up for the fight, forget it, and move on.

  Maybe I hadn’t messed up too badly after all. Maybe there was still hope. Though for what, I wasn’t entirely sure.

  It was enough to lose myself in her, at least for the moment. So I cupped the sweet, round curve of her ass and pulled her body toward me. She yielded to me, and it seemed impossible to think we had been fighting only a short time ago.

  “David. David, I love you,” Kaye murmured into the kiss, her breath hot on my lips. She rubbed against me, and I could feel her slick wetness as she moved. She hadn’t bothered putting on any underwear before coming here, and I was glad for it.

  “I love you too, Kaye,” I whispered back, and it was the first time I’d said the words and allowed myself to acknowledge how much I meant them.

  Maybe she heard the sincerity in my voice because she smiled at me and pushed me back onto the bed. She went with me, staying on top of me, and kissing me as though we could somehow become one person instead of two.

  I wasn’t used to having a woman on top of me. I wasn’t used to giving a woman any sort of control over me. In this one situation, though, it felt okay. No, not okay. It felt amazingly perfect. It felt like the best thing that could happen right then.

  For awhile, at least, it was heaven. Letting her grind her slick clit down against my cock—letting her use me—it was incredible. But soon, it wasn’t enough.

  I had to taste her.

  She was so small and it was so easy for me to flip her onto her back, even with the leverage she had being on top of me. I held her there and once more she yielded to me, giving me back control.

  She had shown me, though, that she wouldn’t just do whatever I said. Yes, she had submissive tendencies, but she also had a mind of her own. Trying to force her to take Brent to bed wasn’t going to work.

  Right then, I was nothing but glad about that fact.

  I slid down her body, caressing it with my fingers, my lips, and my tongue, working my way over her luscious curves and worshiping them all. My tongue flicked over her navel, and she moaned, only encouraging me to continue.

  “David,” she whispered, and I smiled. I loved the way she said my name when she was really, truly aroused. “David, more, please. Don’t stop.”

  I had no intention of stopping.

  Without hesitation, I shifted between her legs, inhaling the heavenly scent of her. I gazed up at her, met her eyes, saw her looking right back at me, and lowered my head so my lips brushed over her clit.

  The taste of her—sweet and feminine—filled my mouth, and I moaned softly as I worked on her. For a few moments, she let me, moaning and writhing up against my mouth, then she reached down and gripped my head.

  “I can’t take it,” she whispered. “David, I need you inside me. Right now.”

  How was I supposed to resist that, especially when it was what I needed more than anything else in the world right then? I needed the connection to her and only being buried inside of her and having her come over and over again on my cock was going to be able to give me what I really wanted.

  I’d scared myself. When she had kicked me out, I had thought maybe I had lost her completely. It was a terror that had nothing to do with my grandfather’s money either.

  “God, Kaye,” I murmured, then gripped her by the hips and turned us both over so I was on my back and she was perched on top of me. “I love you. Fuck yourself on me.”

  With a glad little cry, she sank down on me. Slipping inside of her was so easy. She felt like satin around me, so tight and hot, and I gripped her hips, pushing up into her as much as I could.

  “Kaye,” I moaned, rocking slowly, but she had the control. Maybe she needed it, after the things I’d said to her.

  Maybe, on some level, we both needed it.

  She rode me, and luckily, she seemed to be as worked up as I was. She clenched tightly around me, her body starting to writhe, impaled on my cock, and I gazed up at her in wonder.

  Part of me couldn’t believe this glorious, beautiful, sexy woman was mine. This loyal, sweet, competent, wonderful woman.

  “David, I’m so close,” she moaned, and I gripped her hips more tightly and started to thrust up more demandingly into her. I was right on the edge as well, and I wanted us to come together.

  It was always better that way.

  The first wave of pleasure gripped my body, and I tensed up as I spilled inside of her. Not even a second later, she stiffened and cried out, and it was like her tight channel was milking me for my fluids, drawing out my release.

  It was always so much better with her. I was no virgin. I’d been with quite a few women, but most of them had wanted to use me for my money. I’d had no issue with using them in return. The sex with them was almost a business arrangement.

  With Kaye, it was so different. She put me so effortlessly into this blissful state. When I was this optimistic, it seemed like things might just work out somehow.

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sp; “David, I love you. I love you so much,” Kaye whispered, and she cuddled up beside me, her head on my chest. I knew she could hear my heart, which was beating so fast it had to almost sound like thunder.

  “I love you too.” I spoke only the truth on this subject. I did love her. It was terrifying and part of me wanted to run for the hills, but more of me wanted to stay and bask in her comforting presence.

  I had never taken comfort from a woman before, not since I was a baby. And it had been a long time since I had allowed anyone at all to comfort me. I took care of myself and I looked out for myself first, just like everyone did.

  Or so I had assumed before I met Kaye, who took care of everyone.

  Should I just let myself fall and trust her to catch me? If I could trust anyone in the world, I knew it would be her.

  It would be so easy. Terrifyingly easy.

  Kaye dropped off to sleep, but I couldn’t rest. I just watched her, listening to the sound of her light, exhausted breathing. How such a woman had gotten to me so thoroughly, I had no idea, but she was deep into my very skin.

  Maybe I should just give the whole plan up and let myself have this amazing woman who, for some unknown reason, loved me. I could let myself love her back and see where this crazy ride of a marriage took us.

  One thing I knew for certain—I would never find a woman I could love more than I loved her. I knew that now. I would never find anyone I could trust as much as I could trust her.

  It was tempting to drop the whole plan. To just live and love the woman in my arms—my wife. Maybe nothing bad would happen to us. Maybe we would be the exception to the rule I had in my head about marriages: that they never ended well.

  One day she would see me for the man I really was—that was my biggest fear. If Brent got pissed at me for cutting him out of the deal we had made, he might tell Kaye what I had done.

  She would leave me if he did that. I was sure she would.

  Kaye could never find out what I had done—how I had wooed her and fooled her into thinking I loved her.

  But now I did love her for real. Maybe I always had. Maybe I had only been lying to myself and not her at all.