“Arms above your head, baby.”
Kayla released him as though he were on fire and she’d just noticed. She tossed her arms over her head, but met his gaze. “Gage, please…”
“Baby, you didn’t trust me.”
“I did. I lost my balance, Sir.”
“Ah. Is that so?” He held her legs wide with both arms and let his gaze roam up and down her body. Finally, he released her. “Don’t move an inch,” he said as he crawled off the bed to clean himself and bring a cloth for her.
When he returned, she was shaking with need. Her nipples were still puckered from her pinching them. Gage wiped her pussy clean of his come without taking time to arouse her further. He tossed the washcloth aside and spread his palms on her belly.
“Sir…” Her head rolled back and forth. Her word was clipped and soft.
He lowered himself between her legs and held them wide. He loved looking at her in this position, her hands raised, her body submitting to his commands without need for restraints or punishment. She thought she was doing him a disservice by keeping him from enjoying a spanking scene with other women. But she was wrong. It was far headier watching his woman intentionally obey him than any flogging scene he’d ever participated in.
Her clit was swollen and distended enough the hood was retracted. Gage tapped it once and then watched her buck her hips. She panted as she eased back onto the bed.
“You aroused, baby?”
“Mmm.” She didn’t meet his gaze. Her pussy was pink and swollen from his cock. Her lower lips begged him to stroke them, but instead he blew on them.
“I need to take a shower, baby. How about you lie there and don’t move an inch while I’m gone.”
She met his gaze this time as he lifted off the bed. Her eyes were wider than he’d ever seen them.
He stroked her breast, grazing over her nipple enough to make her shiver. And then he left her there.
And she thought she wasn’t submissive enough…
Gage showered quickly, dried off, and returned to the room with his towel around his waist. “Ah, what a good girl. I’m proud of you.” He glanced at the night stand. “I need to meet a few of the guys to work out this morning.”
She whimpered, lifting her head slightly toward him.
He sat on the edge of the bed and flicked his thumb over her closest nipple. Immediately it pebbled. “So submissive. My sweet girl obeys me so well.” He flicked the other nipple next. “Do you need to come, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice cracked as she spoke.
“Hmm, but I’m already cleaned up.” He stood, dropped the towel in the corner of the bed and pulled on shorts and a T-shirt for the gym.
When he finished, her facial expression was one of murderous intent.
He sat on the end of the bed this time. “I have an idea. How about I make you come without touching you?” He lifted his hands. “That way I won’t get all messy before I need to leave.”
She let her mouth fall open.
Gage stood and went to the bedside table. He opened the drawer and pulled out the vibrator he’d been saving for weeks. He watched Kayla suck in a breath as he opened the package. “My little sub likes the idea.” When he had the thick rubber in his hand, he climbed up between her legs again. “Hold yourself open for me. If you close your legs, I stop. If you can keep them wide, I’ll let you come.”
Kayla’s hands came from above her head to grasp her thighs. She spread her fingers and held tight. Her pussy was so wet, he could see the arousal building on her lower lips.
At first, he pushed the vibrator inside her without turning it on.
Kayla flinched. She was wet enough, but the dildo would be cold against her skin.
“Don’t let go. I would hate to leave you here horny and needy all morning.” He slowly turned the dial with the dildo deep inside her. As the vibrations increased, so did the humming sound coming from Kayla’s mouth. Gage tipped the vibrator down, pushing the part inside her against her G-spot.
Her noises got louder.
As soon as he had the vibrations turned up all the way, he pulled the dildo from her pussy and flattened it to her clit.
Kayla bucked, her hips coming so far off the bed he had trouble keeping the vibrator in place.
“That’s it, baby. Hold your legs wide for me, but buck all you want. I love watching you fuck into the toy.”
Kayla shook violently as she lowered her hips and then raised them once more. Her feet remained planted on the mattress. Why had he waited so long to use the vibrator on her? It was like his own personal perfect show. One he intended to enjoy far more often now that he knew how much Kayla liked to writhe against a vibrator.
Finally, she screamed, her release coming so loud, he stifled a chuckle. She never had any idea how loud she screamed when she came hard. Her voice was glorious music to his ears. When she came so violently, he knew he was doing his job as a Dom.
As soon as she settled back against the mattress, gasping for breath and still not meeting his gaze, Gage removed the dildo and leaned forward to kiss her clit. He sucked the swollen nub between his lips and flicked it fast with his tongue. Kayla lifted her ass back off the bed, angling closer to his mouth. But she still held her legs open for him, so he drove her back to the peak and over the top once more with his lips and tongue.
He licked his lips, savoring her sweet taste as he pulled away from her sensitive pussy. “So fucking sexy, Kayla. I think I’ll set you up for disobedience more often.” He leaned over her and kissed her lips.
“God,” she mumbled. “You make me lose my mind.”
“Good. That’s the plan.” He cupped her breasts. “I gotta go.”
She nodded and licked her lips. “I need to go by my place today. I’ll do that while you’re gone.”
“’K. I’ll meet you here for lunch then? I’ll bring Chinese.”
She smiled. “Sounds good.”
Chapter Eighteen
When Gage finished working out, showering, and dressing, he grabbed his phone and found a message from Kayla.
Car won’t start. Ugh. Would you please grab my mail?
Gage secretly hated the car. It was too old and unreliable. Even with the new battery, she’d had problems. When he asked her about getting a new one, she told him she couldn’t afford it. That seemed ridiculous to him, but she said she was saving every dime to go back to school.
With the military checks she got as a surviving widow, she shouldn’t have been struggling so hard. But he left her alone about it, at least he had so far. Some people really preferred to have a huge nest egg in the bank for a rainy day. He couldn’t fault her that, but this was getting absurd. He couldn’t stand the idea of her getting stranded someplace with a car that won’t start.
Gage swung by her place, grabbed a pile of mail from her box, and then hit their favorite Chinese for takeout.
When he got home, he dropped the mail on the table, and they settled down to eat. He broached the subject of her transportation again. “Baby, your car.”
She held up a hand. “I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll start looking for another vehicle. But I was hoping not to have to replace it yet.”
“If it’s the money—”
“Don’t even think about it, Gage. I’m not discussing money with you yet. It’s bad enough you let me stay in your house and don’t let me contribute to anything, not even the groceries. If you so much as mention helping me with a car, I’ll hurt you.” She turned back to her fried rice and scooped another bite.
Gage leaned back in his chair, having finished eating before her as usual. He spotted a package amongst her pile of mail and pulled it free of the stack.
Kayla’s gaze lifted. She jumped to her feet and yanked the package from his hands so fast, he was startled. She stomped to the trash can and tossed the fatter-than-normal envelope into the bin.
“What the hell?” Gage sat up straighter.
Kayla paced.
“Kayl
a? What’s the package? And why are you tossing it without looking at it? Shit. You didn’t even open it. How do you know who it’s even from?”
Kayla turned toward him, her hand running through her long hair on top. “Leave it alone, Gage. Please. For me.”
He stood. “What? Are you serious?”
“Yes.” She stood her ground between him and the trash, visibly trembling. “Please.”
He narrowed his gaze. He didn’t want to get crazy stupid angry and scare her with his actions, but she was out of her mind if she thought he could drop something like this without a word. He stood very still for a long time, reining in his frustration and dragging his hands through his hair in much the same way she had done. Finally, he took a deep breath when he knew he could be reasonably calm. “Kayla, talk to me.”
“Gage, I’m begging you to let this go.”
“And I’m telling you there’s no fucking way.”
She met his gaze, her upper lip trembling. Her eyes glazed with tears before she wiped them away and turned her face to the floor.
Gage was on her in an instant, pulling her into his embrace and wrapping his arms around her. “Baby.” He rocked her gently, staring at the ominous trash can behind her back, knowing instinctively he was not going to like what was in that package.
He decided the best thing to do would be to separate her from the source of her obvious stress. He led her away from the kitchen with an arm around her shoulders. When he reached the couch, he sat, taking her with him and settling her on his lap.
She leaned into him, making him hope there was a possibility this would not go as badly as he thought.
He thought wrong.
Kayla sobbed against him. She lifted her face and clutched at his T-shirt. “I’m so sorry.” Tears ran down her face.
Gage swallowed fear. He wasn’t going to like this. And he wished for a moment he could undo the existence of the package and go back to the way things had been right before he touched it.
“I-I—” She nearly hyperventilated trying to catch her breath and get a full word out. “I’m such a bitch. I didn’t want you to know.”
She wasn’t making any sense, and he stiffened, waiting for her to say more. When she didn’t continue, he lifted her chin and looked her in the eye. “Tell me.”
She inhaled slowly and pushed the breath out. “Simon’s parents have been blackmailing me for two years.”
“What?” The word popped out fast as though he hadn’t understood her correctly even though she’d been very clear. He held her away from his chest and looked her in the eye. “How? Why?”
She trembled. “They have…videos…of me…” Her voice fell to a near whisper as Gage began to shake. His head pounded at her admission. That fucking asshole.
“Kayla. Tell me everything. And do it now before I explode.”
She sniffled. “I’m sorry, Gage. I never wanted you to know.”
“Why, baby?” He tried to calm his voice at the very least.
“Why? Do you have any idea what’s on those videos?” She jumped from his lap and backed away.
He had a pretty good idea of course.
“Simon… He…” She straightened her spine and twisted around in a circle as though looking for answers. And then she faced Gage again. “He fucking taped me. Apparently dozens of times.”
Gage gritted his teeth. He didn’t move. If he did, he was afraid he would throw something across the room.
“I had no idea he’d done it so often,” she continued, her voice shaking. “But apparently he got his rocks off watching me fight against him. So, he taped me while he beat me. He taped me while he fucked me. He taped me in the shower. He had fucking surveillance all over the apartment, and I never knew.” She stiffened, her hands fisted at her sides. “I’m so fucking stupid that I didn’t notice fucking cameras everywhere in my tiny fucking apartment.”
She seethed with anger. It rolled off her in waves, making Gage calm by default. There was no reason to be furious on her behalf. His sweet Kayla was angry enough for both of them. And she was the one who starred in the videos. Not him. And his poor girl had endured two years of torment as a result.
She stomped around the room now. “I thought about telling you ten thousand times. But I didn’t have the guts. And I didn’t want you to intervene.”
“Why, baby?”
She stopped and faced him. “Because if I stop sending his parents the money, they will send my embarrassment to every social media venue on the planet. They’ve even threatened to send the disks to various porn sites.” Her voice rose until she was screaming. When she finished, she sank to the floor in tears.
Gage jumped up then and came to her. He wrapped his arms around her shaking body and pulled her close. He kissed the top of her head and amazingly convinced himself to calm the fuck down. She needed him. She didn’t need him to act like a raging lunatic. She needed him to hold her and get her through this fucked-up thing.
When her sobs turned to whimpers and then sniffles, he lifted her off the ground and carried her back to the couch. He still held her tight, stroking her hair away from her face. He waited to speak when he knew she was calm enough to hear him. “I love you, baby.”
Kayla inhaled sharply and cried some more.
Thor wandered in from outside and plopped down next to his distressed woman, clearly feeling her pain and hating it as much as Gage did.
He rocked her shaking body as she let it all out. Two years of dealing with this alone. Two years of catering to these fucked-up humans who thought they could wring every dime from his woman. It stopped today. He would do everything in his power to put an end to this insanity and get Kayla free of these assholes.
“I love you,” he repeated. “And we’ll work through this.”
“How?” She lifted her gaze. “Don’t even fucking sit there and tell me to stop sending them money, because the risk is tremendous.” A tremor shook her frame. He could only imagine what was on those DVDs.
Gage stroked her back. “Baby, you can’t live your life this way. You must have been on edge for the last two years, waiting for a ticking bomb to go off.”
She nodded.
“Let me help you. We’ll find a way.” He hugged her against him again. “First thing we need to do is call Chief Edwards and get his advice.”
She pushed away from him, shaking her head. “No. Gage. God, no. Chief Edwards is like a father to me. This would kill him.”
“I know, baby.” He kept his voice calm. “But he knows you better than anyone, and we need his help. I work at the police academy, but I’m not a cop. I don’t know how things like this should be handled. We have to bring him in and get help. He’ll know what to do. You don’t have to live this way.”
She stared at him.
“Trust me, Kayla. Please.”
After a long pause, she nodded, but new tears fell.
His chest ached for her. How many things would happen to open that festering wound again and again? Dozens over the next few days probably, but the blackmail had to stop.
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Kayla sat curled up on the couch, her knees against her chest, a blanket tucked around her as she waited for the chief of police to arrive. Thor sat at her feet, his head propped on her legs, watching her. Gage had called Chief Edwards and asked him to come to the house. It was a Saturday morning. The man didn’t work on Saturdays usually. But Kayla knew he would drop everything and move heaven and earth if she asked.
She still trembled as though she had a fever. Nothing would keep the images from her mind. She hadn’t seen more than a few minutes of the DVDs, but it didn’t take any imagination to know what was on them. She’d lived those home movies personally. Every single one.
Chief Edwards arrived, his knock making her flinch.
She listened as Gage opened the door and whispered to her closest friend in the world. She couldn’t hear the words, but she didn’t need to. Moments later, the older man kneeled in front of her, took
her in his arms, and gave her a tight hug. “Why didn’t you come to me, Kayla?”
Tears fell again. “I didn’t want anyone to know.” She heaved for air. “It’s bad. Worse than you can imagine. I never wanted you to know about what I endured. I was so stupid to fall for that bastard, and I’ve paid dearly for so many years.” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “I’m tired, Chief Edwards. So tired.” She leaned her head back on the arm of the couch and didn’t even bother to wipe away the line of tears running across her cheek.
“I bet you are. Let’s figure this out and put a stop to it. Now. It ends today. Right now.”
She nodded, having no faith anyone could truly help her. But even with all the pain she felt, amazingly a weight had lifted in its wake. Her chest felt lighter. The two men closest to her in the world cared enough to handle this. She didn’t really believe they could prevent the inevitable. But the fact they were willing to try gave her hope. “There’s a pile of letters in my condo. Top shelf in my closet. Blue shoe box.”
Gage sat next to her. “I’ll get them, baby.” He set a hand on her thigh and squeezed.
“How much money have you sent them?” Chief Edwards asked.
Kayla explained the thousands of dollars she’d sent to Simon’s parents in the last twenty-four months. She had no idea how many disks they had, but each month they sent her one DVD in exchange for payment. Each month they also sent a note warning her what they would do if she ever went to the police or stopped paying them.
Kayla had only watched the first few minutes of the first couple of disks they sent, enough to ensure herself they weren’t fucking with her. They were pissed that Simon had died before signing divorce papers, leaving them without a dime and Kayla with all his DIC payments, Dependency and Indemnity Compensation. Pissed was too mild a term, actually. They were psychotic lunatics who would stop at nothing to humiliate Kayla over and over until she either died or the DVDs ran out.
She’d considered going to the police, and almost told Chief Edwards on more than a few occasions, but every time she pictured her naked, exposed, violated body slapped all over social media, she kept her mouth shut. She’d spent countless hours trolling the Internet to make sure the Bollings kept their word. She’d even gone so far as to hit several sex shops and peruse the video aisle to make sure she wasn’t featured on any of the covers.
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