Gage wove his fingers into the hair at the apex of her sex. He tugged lightly, causing her clit to become exposed. With his other hand, he tapped her swollen nub.
She nearly shot off the couch.
He removed his hands immediately, leaving her panting, dying for his touch.
“Please, Sir.”
“You’re riding an endorphin high, and I’m not even doing anything.” He leaned casually against his elbow on the back of the couch.
She met his gaze. What was he talking about?
“When I spanked you the first time, how did you feel?”
She closed her eyes and thought back to that day. It wasn’t hard. It was embedded in her memory. The way he held her skirt up, exposing her bottom. The way he stroked her skin, massaging it, kneading it. And then he’d swatted her again and again, each pair of slaps increasing in intensity while she rose from her body and took in the pain…and the arousal. She hadn’t been willing to admit to him, or even herself, how aroused she’d gotten that time, or the next time. But she had.
“Kayla?”
She opened her eyes. “Like this, Sir. High. Needy. Exposed.”
“Good girl.” He smiled in approval.
God, was it the same? How could she possibly get the same results without the pain?
One finger trailed down her inner thigh. One finger that made her hold her breath as he circled her pussy and grazed over her outer lips. One finger that teased her until she thought she would implode.
And he wasn’t truly touching her anywhere specific. At least not where she most craved his touch.
“Please,” she pleaded. She lifted her butt off the couch toward him.
He stopped. His finger disappeared. “Submit to me, baby.”
He kept saying that. What more did he want?
“Ass on the couch, Kayla. Legs spread wider.”
She settled back against the leather, glancing down to realize her knee had come away from the back of the couch. She pressed it open, gasping for air.
“Good girl.” He set his palm on her knee and held it steady. “You stay still, and I’ll take you someplace you’ve never been. Ride the high. But do it submitting to me.”
Wasn’t that what she was doing? Not if you move, Kayla. She nodded.
This time he held her leg open, not removing his palm spread against her thigh. With his other hand he stroked one glorious finger through her folds, finally.
As he opened her, she felt the cool air of the room hit her wetness. Her stomach dipped as she inhaled sharply.
“That’s it. Just feel. Don’t worry about anything except how good it feels to obey me.”
God, his voice. It seeped into her skin, turning her to pudding. Her clit quivered, longing for his touch.
And then he was there, right below her nub, trailing her wetness up to the bundle of nerves that demanded attention.
“My baby is so aroused,” he whispered. “I think she could come with just a command.”
She moaned. He was right. She almost came at the suggestion of a command.
He stroked back through her folds, up and down, spreading her arousal, and then dipping his finger into her tight core.
She clenched his finger, wishing it was more.
“What do you need, Kayla?”
“God, Gage. I need to come so bad.” Her legs shook. It seemed every time her blood pooled in her sex, she quaked.
“Do you want me to stroke your clit or your G-spot?”
She tipped her head back. She didn’t care where he touched her as long as she came.
“Where, baby? Talk to me.”
“My clit, Sir.”
He suddenly pressed his thumb into the base of her clit and then just as quickly released it to pinch the sensitive bundle of nerves between his thumb and pointer.
Kayla tipped over the edge. The spasms started deep in her belly and spread outward.
And Gage didn’t let up. He pinched and twisted with enough pressure to keep her high and needy even after the orgasm subsided. “Gorgeous.”
She brought her gaze back to his to find him staring at her face. She struggled to speak.
“What else do you need?”
“Your cock, Sir. Please.”
Gage stood and scooped her off the couch against his chest before she finished saying the words. He carried her to his bedroom in long strides and flattened her to the messy sheets, still scrambled from last night’s antics. His lips landed on hers hard, taking her mouth in a powerful kiss that left her gasping for oxygen when he pulled back.
He lifted off her and stripped himself, dropping first his T-shirt and then his jeans and underwear. He turned to the bedside table and grabbed a condom from the drawer.
She watched all this with her eyes wide. The expanse of his chest and biceps and back were so fucking sexy covered in the intricate designs she’d only seen two other times. She wanted to run her fingers along each tattoo. Later.
She dug her heels into the mattress to push back and make more room for him. She spread her legs. When he had the condom rolled on, she reached for him. “Please, Gage. I need to feel you inside me.”
He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wider, meeting her gaze before he climbed into the V of her thighs. “Look at me, Kayla.”
She did.
“Tell me you’re sure about this.”
“I’m so sure. Please, Gage.” She repeated the plea. “Please, Sir. Fuck me.”
“I’ll never fuck you, Kayla. You’re too precious to take like that. I might make love to you hard and fast, but it won’t be fucking.”
She nodded, another piece of her melting. She lowered her voice. “Take me. Make love to me, Gage.”
And then he was over her, his cock nestled at her entrance, his elbows holding him above her body, shaking with the same need she felt.
She gripped his biceps and dug her nails into his skin.
Gage clearly gritted his teeth as he slowly eased into her. He threw his head back and groaned as his cock filled her pussy.
And filled was an understatement. She was so tight after years of celibacy she felt stretched to the max. And it was wonderful.
“God, baby.” His head dropped back down. “So fucking tight. I’m not going to last long. Hell, I almost came in my pants watching you orgasm on the couch.”
She lifted a hand to his face and held his cheek, his soft beard beneath her palm. “I don’t care. Do it.”
He thrust the last few inches, groaning as his cock disappeared completely.
Kayla crested into a second orgasm as soon as he was seated and the base of his cock pressed against her clit. Her pussy pulsed around his length. There was no way for her to stop the freight train of sensation that coursed through her body.
And then he moved, pulling almost out and then pushing back in.
Her orgasm rode the friction like a roller coaster, shooting her back to the top of the world again in less than a second.
Gage lowered his body and took her lips, not moving his torso an inch as he did so. “Baby,” he muttered against her mouth. “So good.” He thrust again. And again.
And Kayla rose into the stratosphere with each pass of his cock against the sensitive walls of her pussy.
He thrust faster, stiffening as he did so. He sucked in a deep breath and groaned as he gave one final thrust to the hilt and tipped his face to set his forehead against her chin.
She could feel his throbbing cock as he filled the condom. Every pulse went with a jerk of his entire body.
And then he shocked her by leaning to one side and dragging a hand down between their bodies to press his fingers against her clit. “Come again, baby. Now.”
She flew with him, bucking upward, although she had no place to go. All she knew was the fullness of his cock and the black backs of her eyelids.
Chapter Eleven
Kayla smiled as she reached for her phone halfway through the morning on Monday. It may have been cheesy, but she’d g
iven Gage his own text tone, so she knew it was him.
How’s the front desk?
Good.
Swamped back here. Lunch?
Yes.
Noon.
K.
She set the phone aside, grinning at it like a teenager.
Marci came in the front door from running an errand for the chief of police. She stopped at Kayla’s desk and cocked her head to one side. “You’re awfully happy today.”
Kayla tried to rein in her smile. And failed. She shrugged instead.
“I assume this has something to do with a certain K-9 trainer?”
She shrugged again. “Maybe.”
“Good. I’m so glad for you. It’s nice to see a light behind those beautiful green eyes of yours.”
“Thanks, Marci.” Kayla dipped her head in embarrassment.
“You deserve it, girl.” She tapped the desk and then went down the hall.
Did she? Deserve it? Deep down she knew she did. The happiness anyway. It was her turn. She was due for some fairy dust in her life.
But what about the chillingly haunting details of her past? Did she truly deserve to feel this close to a man while she never intended to divulge to him a word of what she’d been through? She couldn’t. She couldn’t ever begin to put those years into words. And she didn’t want to relive the memories or spend the rest of her life looking into the eyes of someone who felt pity for her.
Whatever happened, being with Gage was invigorating. She was alive. It might not be fair to him, and that ate a hole in her under the happiness, but she’d warned him. The only way she would agree to this relationship was if he left her past right where it was, in the past. The second he started harping on her about it, she would bolt. And she meant it.
Saturday had been the best day of her life. Sort of like what a honeymoon should feel like. Gage had dominated her in his gentle way for twenty-four solid hours, barely letting her sleep even during the night. And he did it with kind, gentle words of encouragement. He hadn’t spanked her once. Nor had he restrained her and tortured her into submission.
And still, he’d been on top the entire weekend. She rode an endorphin high for so many hours, she was still waiting for the crash. But it never came.
The only mar on the weekend with Gage was when he dropped her off at home Sunday afternoon, telling her he had some things to do. For some reason, his actions smarted. Just enough to make her wince. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but a piece of her wondered what was so pressing and vague.
She shook off her doubts, telling herself she was being ridiculous and overreacting. After all, they’d only been dating for two weeks. He wasn’t required to tell her every detail of his life. Still, the niggling sensation hovered in her brain. Something about the way he spoke sounded off. Or perhaps she read too much into it.
After Gage left her at home, she finally faced the pile of mail on her table, specifically the dreaded monthly envelope stuffed under everything. She picked it up and flipped it over. What if she ignored it? She shivered, knowing she had no option but to face the contents as usual. This was her life now. It would never change. Nevertheless, she stuffed the envelope back on the bottom of the stack and left it to deal with another day. She couldn’t stand to dampen her excitement about Gage by opening that piece of shit.
Besides, she didn’t need to open the envelope to know what was inside and deal with the damage. She stopped opening the damn things a long time ago.
She’d totally forgotten the envelope on her dining room table. That’s how consumed she was with thoughts of Gage. And now it was Monday, and she passed the morning hours working steadily, which kept her mind from wandering too often. At noon, a wet nose landed on her leg. She turned to scratch Thor’s head and leaned over to hug him against her body. “Hey, buddy.”
“It’s always all about the dog. Thor. Thor. Thor. Nobody ever greets me first anymore.” Gage’s voice was teasing, and Kayla lifted her face to grin at him while hugging his dog to her chest.
“What do you expect when you take a chick magnet with you everywhere you go?”
“You got an hour?” He leaned over her desk.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go then.” He clicked his tongue at Thor, who quickly ran to his side, amazing Kayla. No matter how much Gage grumbled about the attention everyone lavished on his dog, Gage himself was still top dog, literally.
Kayla rounded the desk, and Gage set a possessive hand on the small of her back as he led her out the door. Instead of heading to one of the restaurants on the street, he made his way toward his car.
“Where’re we going?”
He smiled and winked as he settled her in the front seat and shut the door.
Happy tingles climbed up her arms. She had learned to let the man keep his secrets when it came to dominating her. The results were always beyond her dreams.
Five minutes later they pulled up to his house, and Thor bounded to the front door before them. The dog was probably excited, thinking he’d gotten a half day off work.
As soon as they were inside and Gage shut the front door, Kayla asked, “Are we eating lunch at home today?”
“Oh, yeah.” He turned toward her, backed her into the door, and reached for the buttons on her blouse. His lips landed on hers as he pushed each disk through its hole, picking up speed as he went.
Kayla stopped thinking of anything beyond his hands, his knuckles brushing against her breasts, his knee pressing her legs apart, his mouth destroying her with that kiss. She grabbed his waist with both hands, but he tugged her shirt off, forcing her to release him.
He stepped back then, leaving her heaving for a breath as he stopped touching her.
A shiver raced down her body.
Gage reached out with one finger and traced the upper edge of her lace bra, the best one she owned.
She lifted an arm, and he gently grabbed her wrist and put it back at her side. “Stay still,” he murmured. His finger dipped into her bra and flicked her nipple.
Kayla arched into him on a moan.
“So responsive. I love that about you, baby.” He switched to the other breast, repeating his actions. And then both his hands went to the front of her skirt and slid around to the back to pop the button and lower the zipper.
The skirt fell to the ground, leaving her in the matching thong and bra.
“Love this pale pink on you.” He leaned back again, his gaze roaming down her body, reverently, while she attempted to keep from moaning, her mouth pursed shut. “Spread your legs wider, baby.”
She stepped out, glad she’d worn sandals today. In heels, she would have been less stable.
Gage lifted both hands and tugged the lace of her bra down so her nipples were pushed up and out, awkwardly squeezed. He cradled both and dipped his head to suck first one and then the other bud into his mouth.
Kayla grabbed his head and held tight.
He stopped, tipping his gaze to hers. “Hands at your sides, baby.” He righted himself and left her to walk across the room. “Come here.”
Kayla followed, her steps wobbly, her uncertainty growing. She stopped several feet from him.
“Lean over the coffee table, Kayla. Hands planted flat. Legs straight and separated.”
She paused a moment and then shuffled closer to the table. Was he mad? He didn’t seem angry. His tone was even, but commanding. No vein of disapproval bulged in his head. No hand twitched at his side. His eyes weren’t large and fierce. The only way she knew he was dominating her were his words.
“Do it, baby.” He pointed at the table.
She decided to obey, but her heart beat faster.
Gage sat on the couch and leaned back. She could see him between her legs as she lowered her face. He sat casually behind her ass, staring at her. Finally he sighed. “I want you to listen to me closely.” His demeanor seemed foreboding. She’d never seen him disappointed. And that’s how she would describe his stance.
“Yes, Sir.�
� She wasn’t sure she spoke loud enough for him to hear.
“Here’s what I know, Kayla.”
Fuck. What does he know? She didn’t like this already.
“I know that some jackass royally fucked you over. I know that he beat you hard enough to scare the shit out of you. It’s surprising you don’t have scars.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. How did he know all this? And Jesus, he was spot on about the scars. She’d been shocked a few times herself. Especially when Simon drew blood.
“Relax. It’s not that I’ve unearthed your deepest secrets behind your back. I’m just observant.”
“Yes, Sir.” That was an understatement.
“I know that he restrained you when he beat you.”
She flinched.
“I know that because of that, I’ll never lay a hand on you again.” He paused for a long time.
She controlled her breathing, acutely aware of the change in her stance as her shoulders slumped. She let out a long exhale, unaware until that moment how much those words meant to her. Unaware, in fact, that she didn’t want to be struck again. Believing until he uttered that important sentence, they had been working up to such a scene. Actually certain he had been about to strike her now.
“Kayla.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You were abused.”
She hesitated, drawing her slack shoulders up higher once again. And then she chose not to respond. It wasn’t necessary really.
“No one can ever hit you again. The damage is too severe. It will bring back memories you don’t want to picture with another Dom.”
God, the man was psychic, and brilliant in his assessment.
“Here’s the problem with that.”
Shit.
“I’m a strong Dom. I’ve always enjoyed having a sub give herself over to me in such a way, trusting me to pinken her flesh to just the right temperature. I can’t do that with you.”
Was he going to break this off? Before it had barely started? Her face flushed, heat rising to match the pink he preferred to see on his submissives’ asses. She couldn’t give him that. He needed it. Why, then, did he insist on telling her all this while she displayed herself almost naked and so open and vulnerable?
“So, I need a different approach. I’ve thought a lot about this. I did some research last night after I got home. I’ve decided, for as much as you need release that doesn’t come from being struck by anything, I need to dominate you in a way that doesn’t come from striking you.”
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