Laughing, Gage takes a few long strides, grabs her arms, and spins her around.
“Kat, come on I need to…” before he can finish his sentence, she reaches out and slaps him across the face.
“Let go of me!”
Grabbing her arms tighter, he pins them behind her back in one of his large palms and manhandles her back against his car.
“Kat, we need to talk.”
“I don’t need to do anything with you and I do not want to hear what you have to say. Now let go of me!”
Ignoring what she said, Gage kisses her hard, aggressively parting her lips and slides his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues touch and she responds, her need matching his. Stopping the kiss, he pulls away, closing his eyes and inhaling a calming breath. When he reopens them, he can see the need and desire he’s feeling reflected back at him in Katrina’s eyes.
Leaning next to her ear, he finally answers her demand with a, “No!”
Now furious, she seethes through gritted teeth. “So help me Gage, you let me go right now or I will scream my bloody head off and make the biggest scene you’ve ever imagined!” Enjoying the challenge, he flashes her a sideways grin and provokes her.
“Go ahead.”
Kat opens her mouth to scream and in a blur, Gage swoops in, taking her mouth and effectively shutting her up before she can make a sound. At first, she tries to fight him off, struggling against his hands that still hold her arms pinned around her back and trying to turn her head away from him. All to no avail. Before she can stop it, she moans into his mouth, betraying herself. Gage presses his body more closely to hers, and Kat can feel his cock growing against the cleft between her legs. She is instantly wet and against her will, begins moving against him. Angry that her control is slipping, but not having the willpower to stop, she feels a smile form on his lips.
Pulling his mouth away from hers, he leans against her ear once again and asks, “Still want to scream?” Before she can respond, he answers his own question, “Because baby, you know I can make you scream,” then moves back down to her mouth, plunging and plundering once again.
Caught up in the moment, Gage doesn’t hear the footsteps of someone running up behind him until it’s too late. A pair of hands lands on his shoulders, and as he is pulled backwards off Katrina, he drops her arms. Kat, still there in front of him, is leaning against the Cobra, panting like a bitch in heat. Before he can react, he is spun around and a fist is bearing down on him, making contact with his jaw; then again from the other side while his legs are swept out from under him. He hits the ground, hard. Lying there, he looks up into Tony Moretti’s tempestuous eyes.
“Stay down, mother fucker. If you ever touch her again against her will, I will do more than just fuck you up! Are we clear, asshole?”
Gage looks up at Moretti with rage flaring in his eyes. This fucker is begging me to kill him and I think I may just oblige. Taking inventory of himself while still on the ground, Gage uses his hand to move his jaw back and forth from side to side. Nothing broken, but this shit is going to hurt tomorrow. Standing up, he brushes the dirt and blacktop off of his pants and stares at Tony. Wiping his hand across the corner of his lips, he removes the blood that has pooled there.
Smiling he quips, “Not bad, Moretti. Maybe next time you’ll wait until my back isn’t turned and I’m not busy getting it on with Katrina here.”
Gage side steps as Tony lunges at him. Tony goes flying , and this time, he’s the one hitting the ground. Before he can recover, Gage grabs Katrina by the hand and turns her towards the car.
“Come on, we’re getting out of here.”
Trying to pull away, she fires off at him, “Let go! I’m not going anywhere with you.” But before she realizes what is going on, Gage reaches into the floorboard of his car and pulls out a nylon zip-tie. He spins her around, and holding her hands together, quickly wraps it around her wrists and fastens the two ends together. He tightens it, leaving about a finger’s worth of space between the tie and her skin.
“You son of bitch!”
“Yes, I know.” Grabbing her by the arm and moving her toward the Cobra, he barks, “Now get in the car, Katrina.”
Trying to plant her feet and stop her forward motion, she exclaims, “I will not!”
“Don’t make me hog tie you right here in front of everyone and carry you to the car, because I will. As a matter of fact, I’d really enjoy that,” he says with a wicked glint in his eye. Meanwhile, Tony is picking himself off the ground, swearing and more pissed off than ever.
“I don’t have time for this shit.” Lifting Katrina into his arms, Gage shoves her through the open car window, climbing in beside her as he moves her into the passenger seat. Starting the car, he takes off at blazing speed.
“Where are you taking me? This is kidnapping!”
Obviously trying to keep himself from laughing at her last remark, he explains, “I told you. We need to talk and if this is the only way I can get you to listen to me, then a captive audience you will be.”
Totally losing her cool, Kat starts kicking at him and yelling, “Stop this car right now and let me out!”
“I warned you, Katrina!” He shouts and pulls over to the side of the road. Reaching around behind the driver’s seat, Gage pulls out another nylon zip-tie, only this one is larger than the one he used on her wrists. Grabbing both of her ankles, he spins her around in the seat to face him, then uses the newly acquired zip-tie to bind them together.
“I can’t have you kicking me while I’m driving and causing an accident or damaging the inside of my car, now can I?’
“Holy shit! You fucking bastard.”
“Hey, I warned you. And if you didn’t need to sit up in the bucket seat, I would have hog-tied you like I promised, instead of just binding your hands and feet in front of you.”
“What is wrong with you? What are you going to do with me? Kill me and dump my body somewhere?”
“Oh yes. That’s exactly what I’m going to do, especially with all those witnesses back at the track and your stupid, fucking little boyfriend back there causing a scene,” he says sarcastically.
“Untie me you…you…you fucking pervert!”
Laughing now, Gage reaches over, grabbing her shoulders and turning her body to his. He leans in, staring into her eyes.
“That’s right, I’m a pervert. You don’t know how much of a pervert I can be, but I think tonight I just may show you. Hmm…maybe I still will hogtie you, after I strip off all your clothes, and then fuck you senseless. Would you like that Katrina? I know I would.”
Gage smiles at her, seeing her eyes go wide with shock and mouth gape open in surprise. Roughly, he grabs her face in both of his hands and nips her bottom lip with his teeth, then frantically shoves his tongue into her mouth, using her for his own pleasure.
She doesn’t want to, but she responds, kissing him back and moaning into his mouth as the passion between them sparks. Her body tingles all over, the sensation building slowly, warming her, snaking down to her nipples, her arms, pooling in her stomach. Sparks of electricity shoot straight down to her groin, where she grows wet and needy at the thought of what he wants to do to her.
Gage abruptly pulls away, leaving Kat panting with frustration as he maneuvers the
Cobra back on the road.
Chapter Thirty-One
Pulling up in front of a large security gate in the middle of nowhere, Gage hits the brakes, coming to a stop in front of a keypad and punching in a set of numbers. The gate swings open and he drives through. Following the winding road that leads to a large circular driveway, he brings the car to a stop in front of an immense, two-story house that sits on acres of manicured grounds. Turning off the ignition, he turns to Katrina and drawls sarcastically, “Honey, we’re home.”
Snapping her head around to look him in the eye, she demands, “Where the hell are we? “
“Somewhere private where we won’t be interrupted,” he answers with a toothy grin. Cl
imbing out of the car, Gage walks around to the passenger side, removing Kat from the car by lifting her into his arms. He carries her to the front entryway, stands her carefully against one of the front doors, and withdrawing a single key from his front pocket, unlocks the door. Lifting her once more, he carries her inside.
The house is huge and sparsely furnished. Carrying her through several rooms, he gently deposits her on a large, plush couch.
“Comfortable?”
Once again giving him the ‘if looks could kill’ stare and inflecting disdain in her voice she answers, “No!”
Shrugging his shoulders, he quips, “Hmm, too bad,” and walks away, leaving her sitting there, unable to move.
Minute by minute, Kat becomes more uncomfortable as Gage does not reappear. To her best guess, about ten minutes have passed, and wouldn’t you know it, her left leg begins to itch. The more she thinks about it, the worse it becomes. Hands and feet still bound, she can’t do anything about it. As she becomes more uncomfortable, she also becomes more pissed off.
Twenty minutes later, Gage returns with a cool drink in his hand. Sipping on it, he strides over to Kat, stops and stands over her, holding out the glass. Seductively, he licks his lips and grins, “Want some?”
Immediately, anger flashes in her eyes. Finding it amusing, Gage chuckles and sits down next to her on the couch. Lifting her hands, she shoves them out in front of him and asks, “Are you going to remove these now?”
Still smiling, which only enrages her more, he shakes his head.
“Oh baby, now why would I do that? You’ve already proven you can’t be trusted to behave, and you look so angry right now that I know the minute I unbind your hands, you’ll just go and do something stupid again; like trying to clock me the way you did that night at The Pit. I can’t have that now, can I? I’d just have to re-bind your hands again and this time, since we’re alone, things might get out of hand, so to speak.”
Kat yells at him, “Damn it Gage, get these off me! I have an itch, you idiot!”
“Don’t worry baby, I can scratch that itch for you,” he announces in a flirtatious tone.
Totally infuriated and at his mercy, Kat screams out, “What do you want from me? You said we needed to talk, you brought me here against my will, I’m bound and at your mercy, so get on with it and tell me what you want Gage, please,” she begs. “I just want to get this over with, so I can go home and forget about tonight and forget about you! Just say what you have to say and be done with it.”
Reaching towards her, Gage runs the knuckles of his right hand lightly across her cheek down to her chin. Using his thumb, he touches her bottom lip, parting it just a little. Kat’s first instinct is to open her mouth to bite down on it, or suck on it, or both. God Kat, stop it! You’re bound in some strange house in the middle of nowhere, alone and at the mercy of this pervert, and every time he touches you, all you can think about is doing dirty things to him…you’re fucking hopeless — make that, crazy. I’m looking for a shrink the second I get out of here!
Holding the glass to her lips he whispers, “Here baby, take a little drink. Your lips are dry.”
Defiantly, she pushes it away with her bound hands.
“I don’t want any. Just tell me what you want.”
“What I want right now, is for you to take a drink.”
Giving her a lesson in control, he brings the glass back to her lips and tipping it ever so slightly, demands, “Now drink.”
Powerless, she does as she is told, and takes a sip of what she now knows is a very smooth brand of chilled vodka. It warms her insides as it goes down. Removing the glass, he lets a small amount drip out onto her bottom lip.
He swoops in with cat-like reflexes and their tongues touch as they both go for the same droplet of vodka hanging off her lip. Electricity sparks between them from the inadvertent contact. Groaning, Gage sucks her bottom lip into his mouth, licking at it and nipping it with his teeth.
“Mmm Katrina, you taste so good.” Releasing her lip, he angles his head just enough to run his tongue along the crease of her mouth and kisses her deeply, passionately.
Kats response is swift and immediate. Melting into him, she gives as good as she gets, reveling in their warring tongues, clashing teeth, and hungry lips. A small, feral sound escapes from deep inside her throat and Gage thinks he will lose his mind. He pulls away and she whines and whimpers , “Please, don’t stop.”
They stare at each other with lust in their eyes; Gage troubles over the situation. This is not how I wanted this to go down, but for some reason I can’t control myself when I’m around her. I don’t want to control myself when I’m around her.
“Kat, we really need to talk.”
“Please Gage.”
Finding it hard to resist her, he leans in and kisses her again. Fisting his hands through her hair, he pulls her closer and runs his hands down her back. Her breath catches as he slides his hands from the top of her collarbone down to her breasts, gliding his thumbs over her hard nipples, down to the tops of her jeans where he easily slides his hand beneath the waistband and down to the wet heat between her legs.
“Touch me,” she breathes out.
“I am touching you. What more do you want me to do?”
“You know what I want, please.”
“Tell me Kat.”
“Touch my clit.”
“Like this?”
“Mmm, yes.”
“God you’re so wet, Katrina.”
Using his thumb, he circles her clit then rubs it hard. She moans with pleasure, moving against his hand as much as she can with her legs bound. Opening her, he inserts two fingers, moving them in and out, then in a circular motion so she can feel him inside her everywhere. With her legs bound together the fit is tight, which only intensifies the sensation of each movement, pushing her higher as she feels her orgasm building inside.
Panting heavily, she begs, “Faster.”
“No baby. You can’t cum yet.”
“Please, I need to.”
“I know you do, but don’t you dare cum.”
Ignoring him, she does her best to move against his fingers, his thumb. Her muscles begin to tighten and just as she’s about to explode, he pulls his fingers out of her and removes them from her pants.
Needy and longing for his touch, she sits shell-shocked. “What? What are you doing? Please, I’m just about to…”
“Oh, I know what you’re just about to do, but we need to talk first, Katrina.”
“Nooo…please I’m wound so tight, I need release.”
“I know you do, but as part of your punishment for leaving me the other day and the things you’ve been doing with Tony Moretti since then, you can’t have it.” Smiling at her, he takes the two fingers he had inside her, seductively licks them, then sucks them into his mouth, moaning.
“Mmm, you taste delicious, Katrina. I think I’m going to put my head between your legs and taste you. Suck on your clit. Fuck you with my tongue. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’
Too worked up to grasp everything he just said to her, she breathes out, “Yes.”
Giving her a quick peck on the lips, he teases, “Later,” then gets up and moves to a chair across the room from her.
As if a bucket of ice water was just thrown in her face, the sex-starved fog gripping her abates. Now she’s wet, horny, uncomfortable, needy, and angry as hell. Not sure if she wants to scream or cry, she hollers, “I hate you! I really fucking hate you!”
“Mmm, you hate me? No baby, not yet, but before I’m done with you, you will.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No baby…that’s a promise.”
Wondering what she’s gotten herself into and how under these circumstances, she could still want him, want to have sex with him, want to feel his hands, lips, tongue and body on hers, in hers, she closes her eyes, trying to maintain her sanity. What is wrong with me? I think my pussy has a mind of its own. How can I still want him to make me
cum after he’s sitting there basically threatening me with god knows what, teasing me, making me hot and needy and leaving me unsatisfied to the point of being almost in pain? Why am I not scared instead of horny and ready to fuck him? Am I that stupid? There is sooo something wrong with me. Maybe I have a brain tumor?
“Kaaat…what’s going on in that sexy little brain of yours?”
“Nothing I want to tell you!” She yells like a defiant child.
Giving her a wicked smile, he taunts, “Oh poor baby. Can’t concentrate on anything but the blazing need throbbing between your legs, huh sweetheart?”
Wanting to put her hands over her ears, but not able to because she’s still bound, she shakes her head, screaming at him, “Shut up, shut up, s-h-u-t u-p!”
“It’s alright. I know you want me to touch you again. Just ask me, I might even do it.”
“Go to hell, you sadist. I wouldn’t let you touch me if you were the last man on earth. I’d rather let the human race fall into extinction than have you touch me and risk bringing a carbon copy of you into this world.” Hmm, how’d ya like that? Guess I told you…Oh my god! That fucker is sitting there laughing at me!
“Okay, you don’t want me to touch you, make you cum, so I won’t. But your ‘situation’ is just going to get more uncomfortable, so I recommend you squeeze those long legs together as tightly as you can. Oh yeah, I forgot, you don’t have a choice now do you? Your legs are bound together. Mmm, just think about all that friction between your legs. I don’t know if that will help or make it worse.” Like some sort of demon, a weird excitement flashes across his beautiful green eyes.
“Okay so, since we aren’t going to do anything about your current need, it’s time to talk.”
“Talk about what?” In that instant, Kat thinks back to what Gage was saying to her while he had his thumb on her clit and fingers inside her. But as part of your punishment for leaving me the other day and the things you’ve been doing with Tony Moretti since then, you can’t have it …mmm, you taste delicious Katrina. I think I’m going to put my head between your legs and taste you. Suck on your clit. Fuck you with my tongue. You’d like that wouldn’t you?
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