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. Climbing 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?
Oh my god, I soooo hate him!
“See, I knew you were a private detective. How else would you know what I was doing since I left you that day? How did you find out about Tony and me? Have you been outside my house spying on me? Following me? Is that how you knew I’d be at the track tonight?”
“First of all, I already told you I am not a private detective and your father did not hire me! Secondly, I knew where you’d be tonight, because when you were FUCKING ME the other night, you told me you were planning on racing tonight, if you could get your car ready in time. As for the rest, we’ll get to that later.”
Trying to exert her will and regain control, she yells at him , “No! I want to get to that now! How do you know about me and Tony?”
“I don’t care what YOU want, Kat. Don’t you get that? You want to know how I know about you and Tony fucking in your bed? The same bed you fucked me in over and over again the night I stayed with you? You remember the night I stayed with you and how I took you in the club, on the beach, in your bathroom, don’t you?”
Her eyes grow wide and fly open, along with her mouth. “How can you know that?”
“As I said, we’ll deal with that later. We have all night. What I’m seeing for us tonight is some talk, some play, some talk, some play, and you don’t get to cum,” he says, showing his way too sharp teeth.
“Fine, let’s talk. But I’m warning you right now, you can forget about the ‘play’. Don’t even try to touch me again Gage, or you’ll be sorry.”
Getting up and strolling over to her, he bends down and ruthlessly kisses her while roughly pressing his index finger up and down the hard denim seam between her legs. Kat arches her back and meets his finger on the outside of her jeans, sliding up and down against it.
Pulling away and stopping all sensation, he turns and heads back to the chair he was just sitting in.
“Now who’s sorry? Don’t challenge me Katrina, because I think I’ve just proven that you… will… lose. It’s worse now, isn’t it baby? That need still growing between your legs?”
Lifting her chin and staring at him like she could fire darts into his hard, cold heart, she lies, “No.”
“Don’t lie to me, Katrina! Do you want me to come over there and put my hands in your panties, this time until you beg me to let you cum to prove it to you?” He stands…
“No! Okay! It’s true. It’s worse now. I want to cum. I need to cum. And I fucking hate you for playing with me like this.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. That’s not very nice and after what you’ve done, I don’t fucking care what you want. I want you to suffer. It’s time you learned a lesson.”
“And just what would that be?’
“That you’re mine, and I don’t share!”
Shaking her head, she exclaims, “No! No! No!”
Walking over to her and running his tongue up her neck and around the swirl of her ear, he whispers, “Oh yes. I make you squirm. No matter what I do to you, you want me. Look at you now Katrina, dying for me to taste you, to fuck you so you can come apart at the seams. Nobody can do that to you like I can.” He turns around and walks away.
“You bastard! I’ll never be yours. I can get the same satisfaction you give me from a dildo!”
Intently staring at her, he smiles a crooked smile. “Really, well we can test that theory later. You really should shut up now, listen to what I have to say, and obey instead of giving me ideas. I have enough of those on my own and believe me baby, most of them are things you haven’t even dreamed of; but I think you’ll like them, so we’ll play.