Lifting her off the couch he whispers, “Wrap your legs around me and place your hands around my neck.” Kat eagerly complies, wrapping her long legs around Gage’s hips while sliding her still-bound hands over his head, bringing them to rest on his neck.
Before Kat can get her bearings, Gage heedlessly brings his mouth down on hers, roughly chewing on her bottom lip and sucking on her tongue. Purring with desire, she melts into the kiss. Aching to touch her, Gage reaches under her, opening her with his fingers. Pressing himself against her wet opening, he enters her, pushing into her slowly, inch by tedious inch. Filling her completely, he stops and pulls out just as slowly, only to repeat the process once again. Through her desperation, her need begins to grow and she moves against him, trying to increase the rhythm.
“No,” holding her hips in place, Gage stops all movement.
“Please,” Kat whispers through gritted teeth, “Faster.”
“No. Slow. I want your climax to build slowly. I want to watch your expression change, your body responding as it does.”
Rolling her eyes she scorns, “No, you just like torturing me.”
Grinning his response, “Yes baby, I do.”
Enjoying the torturously slow pace he set, Gage watches her face as Katrina’s breathing quickens and a low hum vibrates through her body. The dull ache inside her builds and grows in strength. Her body ignites and she begs, “Please Gage, please. Harder. Faster. Now, please!”
Slamming himself into her over and over, he makes her answer his questions. “Is this what you want, baby? Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes. This is what I want. Please do it again, don’t stop.” Continuing the rhythm, he brings her to the brink of orgasm, holding her hips down so he is deep inside her, thrusting and probing with slow controlled movements. As Katrina is rocketing towards orgasm, Gage stops, pulls out, and puts her down on the ground. Standing in front of him, confused, her eyes begin to clear and she starts to weep from the frustration of another time being so close to orgasm and not being allowed to finish.
Lifting his thumbs, he dries her tears. “No baby, please don’t cry.” Taking her hand in his, he leads her around the back of the couch. “I’m going to let you finish. You want to cum, don’t you? Bend over the couch and spread your legs wide for me. I promised you the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had and that’s what I’m going to do for you, right now.”
Doing as she was instructed, Katrina bends over the back of the couch and spreads her legs wide for him. Anticipation building once again, she is pleasantly surprised when Gage gets down on his knees and uses his lips and tongue on her. She moans in ecstasy as he licks her lips, circles her clit, slides his tongue along the tender pink flesh below, and enters her with his tongue. His tongue wanders upward, and she jumps as he moves to her ass, lavishing it with the same attention he just paid to her pussy. Dying to fuck her, he stands up, runs his tongue in and around her ear and whispers, “Do you like that, baby?”
Shocked at the deep throaty sound of her own voice, she answers, “Mmm, yes.” Slamming his cock into her, he responds, “Good girl. Now I’m going to fuck you, hard.” Thrusting into her over and over again, his enjoyment intensifies. “My god, you feel wonderful, Katrina.”
In response, she places her hands flat on the top of the couch, arches her back, presses her ass in the air and pushes hard against him, matching his pace and reveling in the exquisite sensations flooding her body, lifting her higher and higher.
“So do you. Please don’t stop.”
“Oh no baby, not this time. I’m not stopping until we’re both too drained to stand.” Reaching his hand in front of her, he leans down and whispers in her ear, “Now suck on my finger.”
He places his middle finger against her parted lips, and she greedily sucks it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as if it was his cock. “That’s it, get it good and wet for me now.” She moans, sucking his finger into her throat as Gage still slams into her. “That’s a good girl,” he says, removing his finger.
Moving his hands to her ass, he spreads her cheeks open and places his wet finger at her tight pucker while still moving his cock in and out of her. Her body tenses and her eyes fly open. “It’s alright baby, relax. I’m not going to hurt you. I promised you a mind blowing orgasm.” Leaning in and kissing the right side of her face, he whispers, “Trust me.”
In a weak voice she answers, “Yes.”
“That’s my girl. Now relax and kiss me.” Turning her head, she does as he commands. Their tongues meet and fire ignites between. He devours her mouth with his while still thrusting his cock harder and harder into her and slowly pushes his middle finger inside of her, moving it in a circular motion, stretching her as he goes. Katrina moans as he slides his finger in and out of her ass, filling her with it while he thrusts and pumps himself deep into her, hitting her inner core. “You like that don’t you, baby?”
“Oh god, yes. It feels amazing. I need to cum but I don’t want to yet.”
“Don’t hold back sweetheart. I want to feel you.” Katrina picks up the pace, moving against his finger and his cock. The feeling is intense, like nothing she’s ever felt before. He takes her to new heights and not able to control it, her inner muscles begin to spasm and contract around him, squeezing his cock.
As her orgasm intensifies, Gage begins to ever so slowly remove his finger from her ass and she implodes, shattering into a million pieces. Her orgasm rolls on and on and she loses herself in sensory overload, screaming out his name over and over in ecstasy, sending him over the edge. With a final thrust, he holds his cock deep inside her and empties himself into her.
Collapsing on top of her, Gage reaches out, removing his knife from the couch cushion and sliding it between her wrists. With one clean slice, he cuts through the zip-tie that still binds her. Using his thumbs, he massages her wrists and kisses her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in her ear. Pulling out of her, he helps her up, turns her around, and lifts her into his arms. Heading for the stairs, he carries her to a second floor bedroom and places her down on a large, California king-sized bed with a fluffy white down comforter covering it. As he lies down beside her, he wraps her in his arms and they both drift off to sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Rolling over onto her back, Katrina stretches and slowly opens her eyes to find Gage on his side stretched out beside her, head propped up in his hand. Smiling down at her, he whispers, “Morning, beautiful.”
Embarrassed, she shyly smiles back. “Good morning. What are you doing?”
“Just lying here, watching you sleep. You looked so peaceful.”
“How long have you been doing that?”
Leaning over he kisses her and whispers, “A while. I could watch you sleep for hours.”
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Katrina changes the subject. “So where are we? I mean whose house is this and won’t they mind that you stayed here last night with a guest?”
At her questions, a sideways grin overcomes his face and he raises one eyebrow. “Aren’t you curious this morning? The house belongs to a friend of mine. He’s out of town for long periods of time, so I stop by and check in on things for him periodically.”
“Oh, so you’re house sitting?”
“Something like that… hungry?”
“Famished.”
Climbing out of bed, Gage grabs a clean t-shirt out of a dresser drawer and hands it to her. “Here, put this on.”
“Won’t your friend mind that you’re giving strange women his clothes to borrow?’
“No, he won’t mind. Who would mind having a beautiful woman’s naked body wrapped inside their shirt? Besides, the shirt’s mine.”
“Yours?”
“Yeah, like I said, he’s out of town a lot, so I keep some of my things here for the nights when I come by to check on things after the club closes. It’s usually late and as you can tell from when we drove out here last night, this place is sort of ou
t of the way, so I just crash here.”
Jokingly she quips, “Oh, so what you’re saying is, this is where you bring women you pick up in the club to get laid.”
“Actually Katrina, I’ve never brought anyone here before.”
Astonished at his confession, she picks up the shirt he gave her and slides it over her head. Helping her, Gage frees her hair from the back of the t-shirt where it was tucked in. As Katrina climbs off the bed he takes her hand, “Follow me.”
Hand in hand, he leads her through a set of sheer, cream colored drapes that are billowing in the breeze, and out to a balcony off the upstairs bedroom they just occupied. Leading her over to a white, wrought iron table, he pulls out a chair for her, commanding, “Sit.” As she does, Gage takes the seat opposite her.
The table is set up for breakfast and adorned with plates, coffee mugs, juice glasses, silverware, and real linen napkins. At its center sits a single, sterling silver rose in a Tiffany crystal bud vase. Kat smiles. Turning to her right, she sees a pot of fresh coffee, a container of cream, and another of sugar. A carafe of orange juice sits beside the coffee pot and to her left, a large bowl of fresh fruit, a covered plate of turkey bacon and sausage, another of scrambled eggs, and a third plate of buttermilk pancakes. Scattered near the center is a container of maple syrup and a tiny bowl of whipped butter.
“Dig in.”
Astonished she inquires, “Who did all this?”
“I did.”
“When? How?”
“While you were sleeping. And I can cook, Katrina. I keep food here, as well as clothes. Lucky for you, I went grocery shopping yesterday.”
Shaking her head in awe, she asks, “And the rose? Did you pick that up at the store yesterday, too?”
“No. I guess it was dark and you were kind of preoccupied last night when we drove up…” His eyes grow dark and he flashes her a smoldering look that sends sparks shooting through her body to her very core. She squeezes her legs together, squirming in place in response. “So you didn’t notice the rose garden that’s situated on the property. I went out and picked it earlier.”
“I guess you know from your research on me that sterling silver roses are my favorite?”
“Actually, I didn’t know that. I just thought it was the only one out there that could even come close to matching your beauty.”
Feeling like a total heel, she stammers, “Oh. Thank you. For all of this. It was very thoughtful.”
“I’m not really good at thoughtful, but you’re welcome.”
With a contrite look in his eyes, he asks for forgiveness. “Speaking of my research, as you put it, I hope now, in the light of day, you are able to at least see a little bit of my side of things and try to understand my reasons for doing what I did. Compiling all that information on you. I’m sorry it upset you. Can you please just think about forgiving me?”
I know how hard that was for him. Gage is obviously not the type of guy who apologizes for anything, let alone asks for forgiveness. As much as it pisses me off, he just scored some brownie points with me.
“I guess I overreacted. If I were having those dreams, I probably would have done whatever I could to find out what was going on, too. You’re forgiven. It also explains why my father still doesn’t know where I am. I called my mom after I left your house the other day. I told her about finding that dossier. I asked her if my dad had hired a private detective to find me. She told me he did hire someone. She didn’t know if it was a private detective or someone from the FBI or CIA, but that he definitely has someone looking for me. She informed me he doesn’t know where I am, which is why he hasn’t sent someone after me yet. He will though. As soon as he finds out where I am, he will send someone to bring me back to New York and since I will not go voluntarily, they’ll have to take me back against my will.”
While Katrina is speaking, Gage flashes back to his orders, a set of orders that instructs him to head to New York and kill Senator Richard Jameson. Katrina’s father. Very soon his time will be up and he will need to fulfill his obligation. I should stay away from her. This is going to end badly. She’s going to hate me for what I’m about to do.
Pushing that out of his mind, he returns to the conversation. “Do you really think that I would let someone take you against your will, Katrina?” I’m the only one who can get away with that! “I’ll deal with that situation, so don’t worry.” Looking uncomfortable and totally out of his element, he changes the subject. “Let’s eat.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Tony sits outside on the back deck of the house, waiting for Kat and thinking over their very brief telephone conversation from the night before. He waited all night for her to return home, but she never did. It felt really good to punch the shit out of that prick Gage, even though it didn’t stop him from taking off with Kat. He saw what he did to her, tying her hands together and forcing her into his car. He even went by Gage’s house to go rescue her, but they were not there. “I hope that pretty face of his is swollen up like a balloon and fifty shades of black and blue,” he mumbles.
“Excuse me? What did you say?” Thinking he was alone, he snaps his head up, seeing Taylor standing there in a bikini top and a pair of shorts.
With a look of confusion on his face, and not feeling like entertaining company, he stares up at her and rudely asks, “What are you doing here, Taylor?”
“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I heard you say something. I thought you were speaking to me.”
“No, I didn’t even realize you were there. I was actually talking to myself. So what did you say you were doing here?”
“I didn’t. I was out on the beach for my early morning run and I thought I’d take Kat up on her invitation to drop in on her the next time I was out here. Is she around?”
“No.”
“Oh, will she be back soon?”
Taking a deep cleansing breath to try to keep his control and exhaling it, he answers, “I really don’t know when she’ll be returning home, Taylor.”
“You seem deep in thought and I think I’m interrupting. I’d better be going. Please let Kat know I stopped by when she returns. I’m sorry I disturbed you, Tony.”
“No, I’m sorry I’ve been so short with you. I just had a rough night. Didn’t get any sleep. Why don’t you take a seat and keep me company for a little while. Maybe it will help my mood.”
“Uhm, okay, if you’re sure I won’t be bothering you, I’d love to.”
“Great. Can I get you anything? I know it’s early, but I think I’m ready for a drink. A real drink. Maybe it will help me sleep later.”
“Sure. I’ll join you. Bring me whatever you’re having, please.”
“Alright. Be right back.” Getting up from the table, Tony heads inside the house. A few moments later he reappears with a couple of shots of tequila and two bottles of beer.
“Here ya go.”
“Thanks.”
Tony doesn’t bother waiting to do the salt and lime thing; he just grabs a shot glass, slams it, and follows it down with a long swig of beer.
Picking up the beer bottle, Taylor takes a sip, then puts it back down on the table.
“Kat invited me to stop by the track last night to watch the races. I saw both of you run. You did great.”
“Thanks.”
Playing dumb, she says, “I really like your car, Tony. Is that a Cobra?”
Oh my god. She doesn’t know shit about cars and she just fucking confused my car with that asshole’s. “No. I left my 1965 Cobra at home. Last night I was racing a limited edition GT that I’ve modified. It can beat just about anything out there.” Picking up his second shot, he ignores the condiments again, and goes right to slamming it down, and then places the shot glass upside down on the table next to the first one. Again, he washes it down with his beer.
Taking another sip of her beer, Taylor comments, “It’s too bad Kat lost her last race. I guess that other car was just faster, huh?”
; Feeling on edge, Tony keeps his responses short. “Yeah, I guess it was.”
Sliding her shots over in front of Tony and smiling up at him, she says, “Here, take these. It’s a bit early for me to shoot tequila. It’s that one drink that I’ve had more than one bad experience with, if you get my meaning.” Downing about half of her bottle of beer, Taylor looks Tony in the eyes and asks, “So, where did Kat go last night? After her last race, I was heading over to say hi to her and the next thing I know, she’s disappeared.”
Slamming the two shots in succession and then finishing off his beer, he thinks, Is she trying to piss me off? I can’t believe I have to relive last night by answering Taylor’s stupid fucking questions. God I should have just let her leave when she said she was going to. Idiot! “Something came up. She had to bail.”
“Oh.” Finishing her beer, she stands and picks up the empties. “Where can I put these?”
“Follow me. I’m ready for a refill. How about you?”
“Okay.” They head inside to the kitchen. Taylor drops the shot glasses into the sink and puts the empty beer bottles into the recycling bin while Tony grabs two more cold beers. Handing one of them to Taylor, they both head back outside. Tony sits and sets his beer down on the table. Taylor reaches over him to set hers down, trips, and ends up in his lap.
Catching her he asks, “Are you alright?”
Placing her hands down on his legs and holding on, she answers, “I’m fine. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m so embarrassed. I guess I should have had some breakfast before I had a drink this early in the morning.” Struggling to right herself so she can get up, she puts one hand on Tony’s right shoulder and pushes herself up. Stepping on his foot as she tries to stand, she falls back into his lap as he pulls his foot away.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry…again. I don’t know what is wrong with me.” Listening intently, Taylor hears a car pull up out front. She moves and in doing so, rubs her ass against Tony’s cock. Shocked, he reaches up and grabs her waist to try to move her off his dick. She turns towards him and kisses him once on the lips. Before he can say anything, she opens her mouth and touches her tongue to his. Pressing her chest against him, she wiggles her bottom into his lap. Buzzed, he places one hand on her ass and returns the kiss, taking it deeper.
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