Page 7 of The Devil's Spawn

And I kept surrendering, just as I was doing now, knowing that my ass was about to get fucked. I undressed, then rolled the stockings up my legs, stretched my lips around the gag that was big enough to accommodate his cock, and pinched my nipples tight between his clamps, making sure they hurt like hell because if I didn’t, he’d make me regret it.

Unclipping my hair, I let the red locks fall to my shoulders as I dropped to my knees. Hands clasped at the small of my back, and breasts thrust out. I’d perfected this pose over the last year and a half, and he ate it up every time.

He made me wait longer than usual tonight—probably because he wanted me slightly unhinged. By the time his confident gait sounded on the stairs, my nipples were numb, my knees throbbed as much as my pussy did, and drool bathed my chin and chest. I didn’t dare look at him. Suddenly, I was scared. This felt like…

Like a punishment.

He sauntered closer, bare feet coming into view, and pushed his eager hands into my hair—hair that had grown by a few inches since I’d whacked it off in anger. Gently, he tilted my chin up.

“I see the confusion in your eyes. You’re wondering if you’re in trouble.” He knew me so well. As he ran his thumb over my lips, tracing the shape of my stretched mouth, I could do nothing but return his stare. “You’re not in troublethis time, but I am disappointed in you.”

I tried talking, despite the humongous gag making my jaw ache, but he pressed a finger to my tongue.

“I wanted you unable to speak for a reason. You’re going to listen carefully, Kayla. There isnothingbetween Katherine and me, except for Conner.”

He saw me earlier. Damn.

“I have never been unfaithful, baby. Not in the flesh, and certainly not in here,” he said, pointing to where his heart beat. “I live and breathe to be your Master. To be your everything.”

Couldn’t he see that he was? I’d fought it like hell, but in the end, Gage was my everything. I’d given so much of myself to him.

“I only want to protect you. Things are about to get ugly between Katherine and me, and I don’t want you caught in the crossfire. She can be downright vindictive when she doesn’t get what she wants.” He stepped back, lowering his fingers to the front of his unbuttoned slacks, and slowly pulled down the zipper. His cock sprang free, a hard piston already leaking at the tip. “She’s not even close to getting me in her bed, and she knows it.” He exhaled on a long sigh as he took his cock in his hand and slowly stroked the length from base to tip.

“This is all you, baby. The thought of your mouth on me, the way you submit even when you’re scared, the fire you carry around inside of you. I’ve got a fucking cramp in my wrist from jacking off so much this week.”

Crouching in front of me, he pinned me with an earnest gaze full of intensity. “She showed up at my hotel room. I won’t lie to you and tell you she wasn’t at the conference.”

Of course she’d attended. He hadn’t fired the bitch—he’d merely transferred her to another office after I’d thrown a fit about her working with him. My eyes must have grown huge with jealous rage. He sifted his fingers through my hair—a habit he’d picked up whenever he figured I needed calming.

“When are you going to learn that you have nothing to worry about?” he asked. “I slammed the door in her face, then I jacked off to thoughts of ramming my cock down your throat. I don’t know how much more honest I can get than that.”

Matching actions to words, he rose to his feet and shoved his cock through the opening in the gag. He was silky smooth on my tongue and big enough to fill the cavity of my mouth to the back of my throat.

“Ah, fuck, baby. You own me with that wicked mouth. You take my cock so well—better than any woman ever has.” His gaze ignited a burn so deep that I felt it to my bones. Every atom in my body sizzled for him, existed solely for this man who had no qualms about turning me inside out.

“Why would I want anyone else when I’ve got you here on your knees, so fucking eager to please me?”

His words made me light-headed with a sense of power. I grabbed his hips and brought his shaft deeper until I had him moaning and thrusting in abandon.

“Trust me, baby,” he said with a grunt. “You take my cock like you were born for it. Give me your sweet ass too.” He grabbed my head between two steady hands and held me in place while he plundered.

He wasn’t gentle.

He wasn’t merciful.

He had my number, read my body language as if it had been written for him, and he wasn’t about to let me steal a shred of power. Self-preservation kicked in, and I pushed against his hips. Useless. He gripped me tighter and rammed his cock more roughly down my throat.

I gagged so hard that my stomach cramped, and my knuckles whitened as my hold on his hips turned to one of desperation. My throat burned, and tears of frustration leaked from the corners of my eyes. I tried relaxing my throat to accommodate his thrusts, but my gag reflex seemed to be on steroids. I glanced up at him, silently seeking mercy, and found his eyes hazed over with domination.

“I own you. Own you,ownyou,” he chanted with each plunge. “Fuck, Kayla…” Letting out a ragged groan, he withdrew from my mouth with a quick jerk. “Almost ended me.”

Reserved, control-freak Gage was nowhere in sight. In his place was this lust-filled man who was slowly letting his walls crash right before my eyes. I wasn’t sure how it was possible for two people to live in the same house, month after month, and never really know each other.

But we’d managed it. I hid parts of myself from him—like that forbidden note at the bottom of my bag which had given me the answer to a question I wasn’t supposed to know. Wasn’tallowedto know. But in this moment, our truest selves shone through, and the protective veil between us lifted. He had me on my knees with my ass plugged and nipples clamped as he fucked my mouth, yet he was as vulnerable as me.

My reaction to seeing him with Katherine had pulled at something inside him. He didn’t like that I doubted him. And he had every reason to be upset because he’d never given me a reason to suspect he’d cheat.

But I couldn’t say the same for myself. I’d not only given him a reason, but Ihadtouched another man, and not just any man, but the one he despised most in the world.

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