Ultimatum(13)

Gage grabbed my ass and hoisted me against him. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said. “Keep your eyes closed.”

I obeyed his command. He ran his hands up my back and burrowed them in my hair. I parted my lips, tasted water as it streamed down my face. His mouth came down on mine, and my mind fogged over as his tongue swept inside. His kiss was sensual, urgent, possessive, and erotic, all rolled into one. He kissed like he smiled—with a devilish edge that was too tempting to ignore. He delved deeper, and I lost my mind as he thoroughly possessed my mouth. For a few blissful minutes, I forgot how he’d forced me there, forgot about the beating, the humiliation. For the first time in years, I felt alive.

He broke away, and without thinking, I opened my eyes; I’d never seen his so bright. In that moment I saw him for the first time. Really saw him, his face softened in vulnerability.

“Turn around,” he said hoarsely.

Limbs shaking, I did as I was told.

“Grab the handles and climb up.”

I looked down and noticed the built-in seat, made specifically to accommodate a woman’s knees. I got into position, and Gage ran his fingers down my spine. He palmed my ass, then dipped the plug in and out.

“Master . . .” I moaned and arched my back.

“Yes, baby, just like that. You’re gorgeous in this position.” He lightly spanked me. I jumped, not because it hurt, but because the slap was so unexpected. He slapped my ass again, then spread my cheeks.

My heart thundered in my ears as he removed the plug and applied lubricant. Apprehension twisted my insides.

“Hold on to those handles,” he said.

Gage’s thick cock slowly pressed in. His intrusion stretched me further, and I gasped for breath at the intensity of the burn, clamped my fingers around the handles, focused on breathing. I now knew how pleasurable it could feel if I let my mind and body accept it.

“How does it feel?”

“It burns, Master.”

“Try to relax.” He pushed in another inch.

My knuckles turned white. “I can’t! Stop—”

“Relax your muscles, Kayla. I’m not trying to hurt you.” He groaned softly against my ear. “I’m being as gentle as I can, but if you can’t loosen up, you’ll have to endure the pain. This won’t be the last time I fuck you like this.” He took his time, easing in a little more with each thrust. My knees trembled, and Gage wound his arms around me and palmed my breasts, supporting me with his strength. He sipped at the water sluicing down my neck and dove deeper. “You feel so good.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, and after a while my body grew accustomed to his. With a final jerk, he came and collapsed onto my back. We stayed frozen like that for a while, me relieved it was over, and him coming down from the high he’d achieved.

He got up and shut off the water. “Come on,” he said, gently tugging on my arm. I got to my feet. We dried off with fluffy towels, and he ushered me into the basement. I eyed the bench, remembering my forbidden orgasm from the day before, and wondered if he planned to strap me onto it and beat me again.

But he bypassed the bench and headed for the bed. “Have you been wondering how I’m going to punish you?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

He crawled onto the mattress and sat with his back to the headboard. He patted his lap. “Come here.”

I blinked. “Do-do you want me to straddle you, Master?”

“No, I want you to sit facing away.”

I hesitated a second, then climbed onto the bed. The friction of my skin sliding along his excited me.

“Lie against me.”

I reclined against his chest. Gage wedged his legs between mine and spread my thighs.

“I want you to touch yourself until you reach the point where you’re about to orgasm, then I want you to stop. If you come, there will be consequences.”

I swallowed hard. I’d never gotten myself off before in front of another person. And I’d certainly never had to hold back. With tentative fingers, I reached down and stroked myself, slowly rubbed in a way that was familiar and sensual. Yet the usual build-up was absent. I squirmed, tried to force myself into the right mindset, but after several minutes my breathing was still too even, the tingles in my body too weak.

He kissed the hollow of my shoulder. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, “do whatever you have to, but get yourself to the edge. You’re not stopping until you do.”

I inhaled a deep breath and closed my eyes, turned my mind off to anything but the feel of his warm skin underneath me, the zinging sensation deep in my stomach as his hands brushed across my breasts. My center liquefied as my fingers circled with increasing speed. A blissful ache rushed through my limbs, and my heartbeat reached a thundering roar. I jerked my hand away. My chest heaved in his hands. I panted and squirmed, hating how the ache lingered between my legs.