Bound to the Baron

by Gigi Thomas

  “Oh, Cay!...yes...aww. Hell yes!”

  Caden’s hands were undoing his pants, and he freed his throbbing erection. Kenya was still panting from his feast. As he rose from his knees, he pulled Kenya closer to him, the tablecloth making her slide towards him with ease.

  “Yayaa!” Caden’s roar sounded like a war-cry, and Kenya screamed in pleasure, arching her back as his lance impaled her with no ceremony.

  Caden placed her feet against his shoulders, and gripped her hips to secure her body in that position. Slowly withdrawing himself completely and quickly driving into her again, Caden made certain that Kenya could feel the full length of his frontal assault. His hips were thrusting back and forth with greater force. Kenya clung to his forearms, and her nails pierced his skin, causing Caden to groan in pleasure and pain. She tried to pull away from him to regain control, but her attempted retreat on him only made him renew his offensive.

  “No, don’t move. I want you to take all of me, Yaya.” Caden adjusted her legs, so Kenya’s knees were slung over his shoulders, and she could no longer use her feet as leverage. He then captured her hands, pinning them beside her hips, to prevent the fluid motion caused by the fabric beneath her.

  “Aww, Cay! Yah...ya!” Kenya screamed, as Caden increased the force of his onslaught.

  “Yes, Yaya!” Caden groaned. He locked her body in position and began repeatedly pommeling her like a battering ram of the Clan Hargrove storming Kenya’s maiden tower. “Take it, Yaya. Yes! Take me!”

  When they both climaxed, the low grunts, like that of a knight engaged in a fierce mêlée, were coupled with the high pitched screams of a damsel most blissfully in distress. The pair remained for what seemed like hours just trying to catch their breath.

  Caden reluctantly unsheathed himself from her. He looked down at Kenya’s closed eyes and the look of satisfaction on her face. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted full reign over her body. He needed to vanquish all doubts that she was his. Only then could he be satisfied.

  Abruptly pulling Kenya to her feet, Caden spun her body around to face the table. Capturing her waist, his sword entered her sheath once again, which was warm, wet, and welcoming, and Caden let out a predatory roar. Kenya already thought he was a bastard, Caden remembered. Grabbing hold of her hair and jerking her head to one side, Caden growled savagely behind her ear.

  “I’m going to fuck you into submission tonight, Yaya. I’ll show you just how much of a bastard I can be.”

  Caden thrust her forward and continued his raid. His large hands massaged her plump behind, before spanking both her cheeks with the palms of his hands.

  Kenya had never been a fan of this particular style of play. She tried to stand, but Caden leaned forward, his weight forcing her back into a submissive position. Kenya was many things; submissive was not one of them. However, right now Caden was in command, and he ruthlessly thrust into her a few times to demonstrate that fact.

  “Damn you,” Kenya moaned. She rested on her forearms and tried to catch her breath.

  With one hand keeping her body in position, Caden’s other hand traveled the curve of her waist before caressing her behind again.

  “I tried so hard not to want you,” Caden said.

  He spanked her right cheek with a brutal underhanded smack from the palm of his hand. The sound echoed in the room, and the yelp of pain that escaped Kenya’s lips was so arousing that Caden grabbed her waist and thrust forward hard, this time eliciting a cry of pleasure.

  “But, you refused to be satisfied, didn’t you?” He gave an overhanded smack to her left cheek, causing Kenya to cry out once again.

  This time her cry of pain was mingled with something else. Anticipation. Kenya arched her back towards him. The slight motion was her white flag of surrender, and Caden grabbed her waist again and invaded her victoriously.

  They had found their rhythm. Smack. Grab. Thrust.

  Barbarically, Caden continued, dealing every revolution with more vengeance.

  “You made me break a promise to myself, Yaya.”

  Smack. Grab. Thrust.

  “For that, you deserve to be punished, don’t you?”

  Smack. Grab. Thrust.

  Since Kenya had only moaned in response, Caden drove harder into her for emphasis.

  “Don’t you?!” he demanded. His hands simultaneously came down on both cheeks with hard slaps.

  “Ahh!” Kenya screamed. “Yes! Punish me.”

  Leaning forward, “Your body does belong to me, Yaya,” Caden said in her ear. One hand massaged her breasts, and the other toyed with her sensitive clitoris. “Doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” Kenya submitted, wildly rearing back onto him to take more of his shaft inside her.

  Caden kicked out the closest dining room chair and thrust Kenya down upon it, so her head was low and her ass, high. It gave him better leverage, and he began to pummel her without mercy, smacking her jiggling cheeks whenever he pleased.

  “You want me to make you cum like this every night from now on, Yaya? Is that what you want?”

  Smack. Grab. Thrust.

  “Yes!”

  “You want me to fuck this body every night?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it,” Caden commanded, his hands coming down hard on both cheeks again.

  “Ah! I want you to...Fuck!” Kenya struggled to speak, as Caden continued his domination. “Yes! Fuck my body every night.”

  “Whose body?” He grabbed her hair again as he increased the severity of his rear assault.

  “Yah...ya! Yours, Cay!” Kenya screamed, clinging to the arms of the chair before her. Her body shuddering, she began an intense climax, which became more pronounced as Caden continued his physical crusade.

  Kenya’s legs buckled, and Caden dropped to his knees in response, bringing her down with him. Her body was being blitzed by an army of pleasure, and Caden clung to her waist, ruthlessly increasing the charge of his hips, as he completed his siege of her.

  “Oh! It’s your body, Cay! It’s yours.”

  “Yes!” Caden roared through his orgasm. “My body, Yaya. You’re mine.”

  Kenya dropped her head on the chair before her in defeat, her body trembling as a minefield of mini-orgasms exploded within her body. Leaning forward, Caden wrapped his arms around her to revel in his spoils. He kissed her shoulder and pulled her onto his lap.

  “All mine,” he whispered.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Accidental Discoveries

  Caden sighed when awoke the next morning, satisfied to see Kenya lying beside him. She looked like a Goddess in repose, lying on her side with her arm gracefully resting on the round swell of her hips. He propped himself up on his elbow and slowly, lightly stroked his finger down the length of her arm while kissing her back, then her shoulders and then her neck.

  He gently rubbed her behind, which would’ve been tender after his handling of her the previous night, even if their exploits had ended in the dining room. The pair had toured the empty house with their sexual escapades. Though Kenya found ways to repay his domination of her that still made Caden’s body tremble, he refused to relinquish his recently won control. As a result, he had spent all night making Kenya say his name and saying hers in turn.

  He quietly slipped out of bed in an effort to not disturb her, and went to make breakfast. They needed sustenance after last night, and for all the things Caden planned to do to Kenya that day. More than that, he wanted their first day back together to be perfect. Breakfast in bed sounded like a great start. Caden knew he had a lot to make up for.

  After cooking breakfast, Caden stood in the kitchen and stretched lazily. As he bent over to touch his toes, he felt a dull pain in his stomach. He ignored it, but when he straightened up again, he immediately felt another. Now, Caden started getting concerned. The pain suddenly returned and became sharper, so much that it doubled him over for a bit. There was a rumbling in his stomach, the pain throbbing throughout his body, and Caden felt a
bit lightheaded. No, he thought. Not now. This can’t be true.

  He went to the bathroom and inspected himself in the mirror. His skin was paler than normal. Sallow. He felt clammy, and he was starting to sweat. Caden was beginning to panic now. When he felt the sudden twisting in his stomach, he whipped around and lunged forward, barely making it in time to wretch in the commode. He fell to his knees, clinging to the porcelain, his stomach contracting painfully, as he regurgitated. His body was shaking violently, and he was so weak that he could barely stand.

  Bollocks!

  Maybe this was a sign. No, not maybe. Obviously this was a sign. Right after having sex with Kenya, he gets sick. If that wasn’t a sign, he didn’t know what was. The universe couldn’t be any clearer than that. No, he had to go. He was a selfish prick. He was right in the beginning. He never should’ve thought about restarting anything with her. How could he? Caden quickly cleaned up. He immediately called the car to pick him up and left.

  Kenya awoke in bed, surprised to find herself naked and alone. Her hand slapped her forehead, as she remembered what had happened the night before. Did that really happen? Her body tingled with the memory of the night before, as she remembered Caden’s hands caressing her body and his kisses on her neck. She could hear the low predatory sound of his voice. She could feel the way he nibbled on her earlobe and the way he handled her body so roughly she was sure she was going to be bruised and the fact that she didn't care if she was.

  She could also feel the soreness of her behind. Caden was going to pay for that later. Bastard, she thought smiling as she rubbed her butt. Kenya had heard him in the kitchen earlier, but she had fallen back to sleep. Now, she threw on her robe and went out in search of him. The apartment was silent. It was a silence that was eerily familiar. The hair on the back of Kenya’s neck bristled.

  “Caden?”

  No response. She called two more times before realizing that he was gone after all. No need to panic, she thought to herself. Maybe he just went down the street. Maybe he left a note. This wasn’t like at school where he could just disappear and she couldn’t find him. Their daughter was living in his family home, for fuck’s sake!

  When she reached the kitchen, she saw the cloche on the table. She lifted the domed silver piece to reveal a full breakfast that Caden must’ve prepared. She smiled, relieved. See nothing to worry about. Looking to the side, she realized he did leave a note, and she picked it up eager to see what he had to say.

  Kenya, last night was wonderful. You deserve to have a long and happy life with someone. But, that someone can’t be me. You have no idea how much I regret writing this, but from now on, we should focus on being Caydee’s parents. I want to be in her life for as long as I can.

  Love,

  Cay

  Stunned, Kenya stood holding the note in her hand. Her eyes were getting blurry from hurt and anger as she read and reread the note. Really? That’s it? Again? Well, at least he left her a note this time, she thought bitterly; I guess that’s a step up.

  Seriously? How does he go from saying I love you last night to saying goodbye this morning? What the hell?! What could’ve possibly happened in that short time? Every time Caden got close to her, he pulled away. No, he bolted.

  This was pathetic. Did he think that she was the same gullible girl he left in Boston? Did he think that she would just be compliant, let him make this decision and that would be the end of it? After last night, he expected her to let him just decide it’s over with no explanation? Absolutely not! She was sick of it. Caden was going to stop bullshitting and tell her the truth. If he wanted nothing to do with her, he was going to have to man up and tell her to her face.

  She threw the food into the garbage, too upset to think of how wasteful it was. She was too nauseated to eat anyway.

  ~

  Kenya arrived at Hargrove Castle to visit Caydee. She had taken the day off and stopped by unannounced. In reality, she was probably trying to ambush Caden. He had pretty much disappeared for a few days after their encounter. For the past week, he had done a very good job at avoiding her, rearranging his schedule, stopping by to spend time with Caydee every day—while Kenya was at work—even taking her and sleeping at his London townhouse.

  It was beyond ridiculous, and Kenya was determined to get to the bottom of it. Unfortunately, Caden wasn’t there. He couldn’t have known that she was stopping by today, as she had not told anyone. Kenya didn’t really know herself, but when two of her meetings got canceled, she decided to call it a day. When she arrived, Kenya learned that Caden’s foundation was working on the children’s hospital, so he was at the office dealing with that. She had forgotten the groundbreaking was today.

  “Kenya dear, it’s good to see you,” Lady Mildred said, leading her into the Oak Room. “Would you like some tea?”

  “No, thank you. I just came to see Caydee,” Kenya replied.

  “And Caden, I suppose.”

  “I...guess.” What did Lady Mildred know? Kenya wondered. The leading look in her eyes suggested that she wanted to say something more. “I haven’t seen or talked to Caden in over a week. Ever since Lottie’s party.”

  “I see.” Lady Mildred sighed. “And, I suppose he just disappeared without a word like the last time.”

  “Yes, well no, I suppose he left word this time. He left a note.”

  “Well, that just solves everything now doesn’t it?”

  “I’m so confused. I really don’t know what to think anymore,” Kenya admitted.

  After her dealings with Caden’s mother, Kenya had gotten past the idea that Lady Mildred disapproved of their relationship and that was why Caden left. Lady Mildred’s interactions with her and the woman’s obvious love and devotion to Cadence showed that she did not think that they were beneath her or not worthy of the Hargrove family. So, if that wasn’t his problem, then what was?

  “You have to forgive him,” Lady Mildred began. “His brush with death has made him overly cautious, withdrawn even.”

  “His what? His brush with what?” Kenya sat up straighter, Lady Mildred’s words ringing in her ears. Lady Mildred did not strike her as one for hyperbole, so what did she mean?

  “Dear, I don’t think I should have said that. Whatever I think, it is his decision. It is not my place to interfere.”

  “But—”

  ”Therefore, I will leave you to your own devices,” Lady Mildred continued speaking as she rose, not allowing Kenya to protest. “I must prepare for the ladies lunch. We are going to watch the broadcast of the groundbreaking ceremony. I planned on taking Cadence with me, if you do not mind.”

  “No, of course not,” Kenya answered, defeated. Kenya could tell by her stony resolve that Lady Mildred was determined not to say more.

  “I hope you understand, it is not my place to get involved in your and Caden’s relationship, dear.”

  “Of course. I understand,” Kenya said, rising as well. How could she expect Lady Mildred to confide in her? She was Caden’s mother after all. Her loyalty would always lie with her son. She would always protect him and want the best for him.

  Lady Mildred began to depart, but she paused at the threshold of the door. Her fingers drummed a cadence against the oak paneled wall. She sighed, turned her head, and began to speak over her shoulder.

  “If you decide to wait for my son in his room, Kenya, I cannot stop you. However, I must warn you not to search through his things,” She turned her head again, facing away from Kenya. “Particularly, you should not search his mahogany desk. It is where he keeps his most precious items.” With that Lady Mildred left, and Kenya stood stunned for a few minutes before she realized the tenor of Lady Mildred’s words. Kenya sprang into action and raced upstairs.

  Caden’s room was not too far from her own, though two bedrooms including Caydee’s separated them. It was also on the opposite hall, and it had another staircase nearby. Caden was right in saying that even if she lived there, they would not be constantly bumping into each othe
r. The only reason they had the rooms in his wing was so he could be close to Caydee, especially when Kenya was not there. She paused for a moment clutching the handle of the double doors before entering the room.

  ~

  It was strange, for though Kenya had lived in the house for months, she had never been inside Caden’s room. She saw why they called it apartments, because his space included a living room with navy blue velvet sofas, two straight back chairs near the fireplace, and a large intricately carved mahogany armoire. Kenya began to look around. What was it Lady Mildred wanted her to see? What did she want her to know?

  Kenya sat in the chair before the massive desk beside the stained-glass window. Finding the drawers locked, she began searching for the key. It didn’t take her long, because Caden was very unoriginal when it came to a hiding place. Kenya didn’t want to entertain the thought that it was easy to find because she knew him so well. When she opened the bottom left drawer she found it contained a roll out filing cabinet. She was going to close it, thinking it was just work papers, until something bulky caught her eye.

  Eagerly she pulled out a journal, but instead of juicy secrets about Caden’s past or present, it mainly detailed his health. It consisted of things like his temperature, his weight, his food and water intake. Caden was obsessed, because Kenya could see by flipping back in the book that this information was recorded every day as far back as the journal went. She could also see other information written if he felt off somehow.

  Kenya learned that the morning after Charlotte’s party he had gotten sick. He had a high temperature for a few days, threw up several times, and dropped a few pounds. His symptoms were painstakingly listed and detailed. On these days he took his temperature and checked his weight at least three times, noting any minute changes. She dropped the book on the desk before her.