Gage’s own breathing had grown heavy. Just as the pressure started to subside, he pushed my hand back to my crotch. “Do it again, and stop before you come.”
I tunneled my fingers through my slick folds; my body immediately responded. He made me rub myself to the edge several times, until I was openly moaning and grinding my butt against his erection. Blood rushed through me, molten lava coalescing at the epicenter between my legs. On the brink of exploding, I trembled so violently my legs cramped. He whisked his thumbs across my nipples and I almost burst into flames.
“Please,” I groaned. “I can’t . . .”
He trapped my hands in his. “Control it. Hold it in. You don’t have permission to come.”
I arched and dug my fingernails into his skin. Several minutes passed in silence, and when he pushed my hand back to the center of all that throbbing heat, I thought I’d die. He forced me to the edge one last time, then slid from the bed and fastened my hands to the headboard. “Wouldn’t want you to give in to temptation,” he said with a crooked grin. “I’ll be back in an hour. Hopefully you’ll have calmed down by then.”
8. HOME
As a reward for my iron-like control over my body, Gage took me out to dinner that night. After existing in a naked state for two days, I found the sensation of clothing against my skin wonderful. Now I almost felt normal, seated like a lady, surrounded by fashionable people at a fancy restaurant with an attractive man smiling back at me from across the table.
Almost.
Beyond the surface, nothing about the situation was normal, especially since the man in question had inserted a butt plug in my ass before we’d left the house. I recrossed my legs for the fifth time and tried not to squirm.
“You’re gorgeous. I’m a lucky man to be accompanied by the most beautiful woman in the restaurant.”
Luck had nothing to do with it, but I kept my thoughts to myself. I’d managed to get through the rest of the day without further punishment or pain, if you didn’t count the pulsing ache between my thighs that refused to subside. He’d given me more chores to complete and had come to me for sex twice already. I hadn’t been allowed to orgasm; as a result I was tense with sexual frustration.
He lowered his gaze to my breasts and smiled in amusement. “Still feeling a little uncomfortable?”
I clenched my jaw. My nipples had been hard pebbles of need for most of the evening. I felt them poking out now.
“Answer me, Kayla.” Even in public, he didn’t hesitate to wield his authority over me.
“Yes, Mast—” I broke off, remembering that I wasn’t supposed to call him Master in public. “I’m sorry. Yes, I’m “uncomfortable.’” That was one way of putting it.
The waiter arrived at our table. He was young, maybe a couple years younger than my twenty-eight years. He flashed a boyish grin at me, and Gage’s expression darkened.
“Good evening,” he said, “we have several specials on the menu tonight. Can I interest you in a bottle of wine?” He directed the question at Gage, then took a small step back at the dangerous look in his eyes.
“A bottle of Pinot Grigio, please.”
The waiter scurried away, and Gage blasted me with his granite expression. “Don’t look at him when he returns. I’ll order for you.”
I lowered my gaze. Just bite your tongue. The weekend’s almost over, just get through it.
The waiter returned a few minutes later, and in my peripheral vision I saw him present a bottle. Gage went through the whole swirl and taste routine, then gave a nod. Wine swished into my glass an instant later. The waiter left after taking our orders.
“Are you going to visit Eve tonight?” Gage asked.
“Yes. I’m sure she’s missing me.”
An uncomfortable silence settled over us. How odd that he had nothing more to say to me, considering he knew my body inside and out by now. When the food arrived, I kept my eyes on my hands. The meal went by painfully slow, filled with long silences and small talk that was unnatural and awkward. It was as if the two of us didn’t know how to operate together outside of the office or the bedroom.
Gage had shaken up my world with a new dynamic: I didn’t know how to act around him anymore. Would things be this tense at the office?
I let out a sigh of relief when we returned to his house. At least there I knew where I stood. He’d trained me well over the weekend, had made it clear where my place was: on my knees at his feet.
He shut the door, and as soon as I shed my coat, he picked me up and pressed me against the wall. His fingers tore through nylon, shoved aside panties, and his cock slammed into me before I could catch my breath. He pulled the butt plug out, and I heard it drop to the floor.