One finger grazed down her spine until she wiggled. “So sexy.” His finger hit the top of her crack, making her press her ass out toward him. He chuckled. “You like the idea of having me touch you here.” He tapped her forbidden hole again.
She squirmed, battling a moan that leaked out anyway. She had no idea whether she would enjoy having something in her ass or not, but Gage could suggest anything in the world to her, and she would probably readily agree just from listening to his persuasive tone.
“That’s my girl. Relax your cheeks.” He circled the rim of her hole and tapped again.
Holy hell she was aroused. Nothing he did dampened her need.
Gage released her ass where he gripped it with his other hand and reached for something next to her. What else had he set there?
A pop sounded, and moments later something cold and wet landed on her rear entrance.
“Gage…” She lurched fully to attention. Lubricant. Whatever he had planned, her comfort was his top priority, and the idea made her moan in satisfaction.
“God, baby. You’re such an open book. I can read the raw emotion coming from the tiny sounds you make. Does it intrigue you to have my finger at your back entrance?” At the end of his question, that finger dipped inside her just enough to force her to concentrate on the sensation, ignoring his question.
Gage chuckled, a lower, deeper pitch than usual. He also slipped his finger in deeper as she relaxed into his touch. He twisted his wrist in both directions, making her hyper-sensitive nerve endings come alive.
Never had she considered that ass play would turn her on. She always imagined guys liked it because asses were usually tighter than pussies. So she was in no way prepared for the firing of synapses that made her press her butt toward Gage, squirming for more attention.
“That’s it, baby. Let it feel good. Your tight hole is grasping my finger so hard my cock is pulsing at the idea of taking you here.”
She concentrated on his fingers, stroking her in a place no one had ever touched. With her vision blocked, it was easier, just as Gage had insinuated. Nevertheless, she wasn’t mentally prepared for him to fuck her there yet.
“Not going to take your ass today, baby. Just giving you a taste. I’m going to replace my finger with a plug now. It will fill you so when I enter your pussy, you’ll experience double penetration.”
God. Would he please stop talking? Did he have any idea how his voice affected her? His gentle play by play was enough to make her come.
The second his finger popped out of her, something cooler hit her hole. He swirled the plug around the entrance and then pushed gently. “Only slightly larger than my finger, baby. Relax for me. Let it slide in.” He gripped her hip with his free hand to hold her steady.
Until then, she hadn’t realized she was rocking back and forth.
“That’s my girl. Trust me, baby.” Every time he used that word, trust, she worried about how deep she was falling for him. So deep she’d give him anything he asked for.
And that was exactly what she’d done with Simon until he’d taken advantage of her and twisted everything about their relationship into something ugly.
“Kayla, come out of that dark place. Listen to my voice. I’m not him. I’m not going to hurt you or pressure you in any way. You know that.”
She swallowed and licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you need me to stop?”
She hesitated briefly. “No, Sir.”
He squeezed her cheek with one hand and pulled it away from the other, spreading her open more. “Take the plug in for me, baby. Breathe through it.” He applied a slight pressure, awakening her puckered hole further.
The second she unclamped her cheeks, Gage pushed the plug home.
Kayla moaned. He twisted the knob outside her body in both directions, making every nerve ending come alive. Her pussy clutched as if it were the hole being filled, and all she knew was the overwhelming need for that to be true.
She got her wish. Gage’s touch disappeared. She heard the distinct ripping sound of the condom, and then his hand was on her hips again, his cock lined up with her entrance, the tip grazing between her lips until she went mad with the need to be filled. “Gage…”
“Baby. So sexy. Your little whimpers drive me crazy.” On the end of that sentence, he drove into her, clutching her hips with both hands and then holding her steady.
Kayla screamed. She shot so close to orgasm, it unnerved her.
“Go ahead, baby. Come for me. And then I’ll make you come again.” He thrust in to the hilt and held steady.
With both holes filled, her arms shook, and she thought she would collapse. And then the orgasm ripped through her, claiming her with its force. The same way Gage claimed her with his cock.
Before she finished pulsing around him, he moved, stroking in and out of her body, giving her not a second of reprieve before one orgasm turned into two.
Fuck. The high was amazing. She let the waves crash through her body. She lost the battle to hold herself off the bed and set her forehead on the pillow.
Gage pumped faster, harder. He’d never taken her like that before. And she liked it. Liked it so much her pussy continued to grip him even after that second orgasm washed through her. It should have left her sated, but instead she felt the need rising again. She fisted her hands at the sides of her head, almost heedless of the blindfold by that point. Who cared if she could see? As long as Gage consumed her so thoroughly, she knew she was well taken care of.
He held her firmer. She knew his release was close when he grunted and sucked in a sharp breath, only to hold it. And then he came.
She felt his cock pulse inside her, and when the base of his dick hit her clit, she was swept over the edge a third time, following Gage into the abyss.
She breathed so heavily as she came down from on high she thought she might hyperventilate. Instead, she found herself flattened to the bed as Gage nudged her knees and eased her onto her belly.
He set his lips on her neck, raining kisses across her shoulders as he pulled out of her and lowered himself to one side. His hand reached up to tug the blindfold off her eyes.
When she met his gaze, she found him smiling. He touched her face with his fingertips as though afraid if he didn’t memorize her features before the end of the hour, she would vanish and he would never be able to remember her face.
Chapter Fifteen
Kayla stared at him for an eternity, hardly blinking, not wanting to let the moment pass. She couldn’t move anyway. Her limbs shook from the strain of holding herself up.
Gage’s breath came heavy on her cheek, slowing gradually. He groaned when he finally pulled off her and made his way to the bathroom. Moments later, he returned, having cleaned himself up and carrying a washcloth.
Kayla finally mustered up the energy to flip onto her back and spread her legs for him. Gage eased the plug from her tight ass as she winced. Then he cleaned her with the cloth until he was satisfied.
“We have to eat, baby.”
Her stomach growled at that moment, as though recognizing his words. She giggled. “I guess so, but not if it involves moving. I can’t do that. You’ve killed me.”
Gage grinned down at her. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He turned and padded from the room, still naked, his fantastic firm ass and the red, white, and blue tattoo on his shoulder giving her the best view.
The room was quite dark by then, the sun having slipped behind the horizon. She felt two conflicting sensations that made her somewhat nauseous at the thought of food. The sense of peace she had in Gage’s bed, in his house, in his life, was enough to make her grab on to that lifeline and ride it to the end of the Earth.
On the flip side, she needed to talk to him, and she wasn’t looking forward to the conversation. She knew in her heart her resolve to keep those four years buried for the rest of her life would no longer work. Not with the way she felt about Gage. Not after what he’d given her of himself. Not
after the look she saw in his eyes every time she met his gaze.
He deserved to know.
But what happened after that? What if he looked at her differently?
Kayla turned over again and moaned into the pillow. She knew Gage was bringing food, but it would have to wait. There was no way she could swallow a single bite with this weight on her shoulders. She pulled herself to sitting, grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed, and wrapped it around her.
She found herself drawn to the window, the rays of light coming in from outside pulling her for some reason. Or perhaps it was the window itself that called to her. It was an inviting bay window stuffed with pillows in a variety of dark colors, almost feminine in an otherwise masculine room.
She smiled as she settled into the space, wondering if Gage’s mother, Aletha, had helped him decorate. She leaned against the wall, drew her knees up, and hugged herself in the cocoon of blanket, pillows, and moonlight.
“Baby?”
She hadn’t heard him enter. Surprising. But then again, her mind had gone to another time. When Kayla turned her head to see him, he was arranging several plates on the bed. He took one step toward her.
“Don’t.”
At her one word and the undoubtedly commanding tone, he froze. “Kayla?”
She turned her head back to the window and watched the tree limbs waving back and forth gracefully in the breeze. All she could hear was the rustle of the branches and her own breaths for long moments.
Gage had taken her advice. He didn’t move another inch.
She didn’t look back toward him. She took a deep breath finally, and started, “His name was Simon.” She squeezed her eyes closed, cringing at the sound of the bastard’s name. When she opened them again, she was ready to continue. “I met him here in Vegas. At a pizza joint, actually.”
She thought she heard Gage settle onto the bed. He didn’t say a word, for which she was grateful. She needed to get this out and not be interrupted.
“His smile when he slid into my booth froze me in my tracks. I couldn’t even swallow the bite I was chewing. I was barely twenty years old. My father had just died. I was working for Chief Edwards and going to school. I was actually studying in that booth when he took over my life.
“And that’s about how it happened. One minute I was me, and the next minute I was some other person, unrecognizable. That’s the pull he had on me.
“I fell fast and hard. Stupid.” She paused, pursing her lips while she tried to pull herself together and keep from letting her emotions rush in. “In less than a week Simon managed to convince me we were destined for each other. And I fell for it. He whisked me to a chapel right here in my own town, slapped a ring on my finger, and then packed me up and moved me all the way across the country to a naval base in Mississippi.”
Gage gasped at that, but he held his tongue. Thank God.
She’d never told him a thing about Simon. Everything he knew he’d pieced together for himself, but that hadn’t included the fact her previous Dom had been in the military. There was no way for him to know that.
“It was sunshine and roses at first, but not for long. Simon isolated me. He didn’t want me to leave the base apartment. He didn’t want me to meet the other wives, not even those of his friends. He said they would taint me with their lazy greed. He seemed to think all of them had married their husbands to get a cushy life of luxury. As if life in a dinky apartment on a naval base was so wonderful.
“I tried to be what he needed. Honestly I did. But it was hard. By the time I realized what a huge mistake I had made, it was too late. I should have gone home. I could have called Chief Edwards and asked for help or money, but my stupid pride got in the way. I was embarrassed. And as my problems mounted, it only got worse.
“There was no way to please Simon. He belonged to a fetish club, and he started bringing me there. The first time, I was scared out of my mind. He chose what I wore and set down rules I couldn’t begin to remember all at once.
“And then he would punish me. At first he did so by making fun of me in front of his friends at the club. He would taunt me and laugh at me. He would expose me to anyone he wanted. I was so innocent that I nearly died of embarrassment. And then when he couldn’t get off from that alone, he started spanking me and later escalated to beating me.” She paused, ducking her head and staring at her knees, trying to gather her emotions so she could continue.
Gage whispered through the darkness. “Baby, you don’t have to—”
“No, I do,” she interrupted. “Let me finish.” She lifted her gaze back to the moonlight and continued. “The first time he spanked me was at home. I’m not going to sugarcoat it. It wasn’t pretty. He was mad about something I did or didn’t do that day. I have no idea what it was. It was always something. The lists he left me each morning were ridiculous and long.
“My butt hurt so bad after that beating, I couldn’t sit down the next day. And this made him delirious with laughter. When he spanked me at the club, he did so for an audience. He would strip me, attach me to a bench or cross, and whip me just enough to keep people from questioning him. How he managed to avoid drawing blood when we were in public I have no idea. But he saved the real beatings for the house.”
Deep breaths. Kayla thought back to those times and cringed. “No one at the club knew what happened in our home in private. He was very careful that way. And I was learning. There were rules in that lifestyle. If you bent the rules, you wouldn’t be permitted to enter the club. So, Simon followed the rules, skirting the edges when we were in public.
“I watched the other interactions at the club. Month after month, year after year. I longed for the type of relationship other women had. I saw Doms that took care of their submissives like they worshipped them. I craved that. I never had it, but I craved it.
“I wouldn’t have said I was submissive before I met Simon, but years of submitting to him opened my eyes to what others had. I sat for many an hour on my knees in a corner of that club and witnessed. And then I learned to take something from the spanking and flogging I was subjected to. I learned to withdraw from this world and enter a different space while Simon’s hand tormented me.
“Instead of concentrating on his intentions, which were all ill-conceived, I let myself slip into a sort of subspace that released me from this world in a way. I learned to like it. I learned to crave it. When Simon beat me, I escaped. Those were the best times, and I looked forward to them, as sick as that may sound.
“Even at home when he hit me hard enough to draw blood, I escaped. He rarely fucked me after the first year of our marriage, saying I was dry and frigid. And he was right. There was no way for me to get aroused at his hand. He was a sick bastard. I know this now.”
She sucked in a deep breath and let tears run down her face. There was no way to avoid them. She wiped them with the back of her hand.
Gage moved. She didn’t stop him. He came toward her slowly. She heard every footstep. She knew he did this on purpose to keep from scaring her. Finally, he was behind her. He set his hands on her shoulders, scooted her forward, and climbed into the window seat at her back.
When he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tight in his embrace, she knew she would be okay. She leaned her cheek on his arm. They sat in silence for a while. There was more to say, but she needed this time to just be first.
Minutes went by. “You left him.” It wasn’t a question. Gage was simply prodding her for the rest of the story.
She shook her head. “I’m not sure if I ever would have left him. I was too far gone. I was lost. But I got lucky. He was deployed to Iraq. Or I thought I was lucky. Instead of leaving me in peace at the naval base, he dragged me to a remote area in Alabama and left me with his parents.
“I’d met them many times. We visited them twice a year. And I’d known from the first moment I met them where Simon got his nastiness. They were awful humans who saw about as much value in me as Simon did. He dumped me at their cabin
and warned me to behave and do as they said, or I would pay big time when he got back.”
Gage stroked her head with one hand, brushing her hair from her face. He kissed her gently over and over on her forehead, but didn’t interrupt.
“The situation with his parents was worse. I was like a living Cinderella immediately. But for some reason I started to grow a spine. These people were nothing to me. Why the hell would I stay and take their abuse? It was one thing to live with an abusive husband. It was another thing to live with his vile parents.
“It took months. They had no Internet. No cell service. I decided the best tactic was to pretend to be the best daughter-in-law I could be. This earned me privileges. As soon as his parents decided they could trust me to behave, they started sending me into town to the store or the post office. And that was when I got my break. I watched people. I made acquaintances. Eventually, I befriended an older woman at the grocery store who knew Simon’s family. I could tell by the way she looked at me that she knew. She knew. Estelle Forester saved my life.
“She was so kind, and I finally opened up to her over a cup of coffee on one of my trips to town. She immediately helped me get a lawyer in town who started divorce proceedings. I was ecstatic. It took another few days, but the second I had the paperwork signed and delivered, I didn’t return to the house. Copies were sent to Simon overseas and to his parents. I thought I was free. All I needed was enough money to get out of Alabama and I could return to Vegas.
“Mrs. Forester let me stay with her. I hid at her home, actually. No one knew where I was. I didn’t want to risk any wrath coming her way in town, so I hid. I gained strength while she took care of me. Simon’s parents asked around for me, but no one breathed a word. The only people who knew where I was were Estelle and the lawyer.
“The Bollings found their car in town, but they finally assumed I had run away. All the while I was right there in Mrs. Forester’s house.” Kayla took a deep breath and relaxed farther into Gage’s embrace. He held her tight. She let relief sweep over her.
“So eventually you got the money to come home to Vegas?”
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