Page 56 of The Devil's Spawn

“It is Thanksgiving, and I’m feeling grateful and a bit lenient, so assuming you get rid of that bratty attitude and let me feed you,” he said, pinching my other nipple between his horrible clamp, “I’ll offer you some mercy. No cage.”

I was relieved to hear the wordsno cagefall from his lips, but my mind had latched onto the first part of what he’d said. “Feed me, Master?”

“Mmm, yes.” He whirled me around, causing my head to spin, and used his tie to bind my hands at the small of my back. “I imagine you’ll have a difficult time eating without the use of your hands.” Happy with his handiwork, he pushed me into a chair and ordered me to spread my legs before taking a seat a mere arm’s length away.

And in between bites of turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, and the best damn cranberry sauce I’d ever had, he fingered my pussy until I teetered on the edge of orgasm, then he yanked on the chain connecting the clamps every time I uttered a plea to come, no matter how small. Even a whimper for more got my nipples punished. My face had become a tear-stained mess from the vises trapping my overly sensitive buds in never ending torture. And yet the pain faded the instant he pushed his fingers into me again.

Arching my spine, I curled my toes. “Please let me come!”

He brought those same digits, slick with my arousal, to my chin. “You will not come tonight.”

I groaned.

“But you’ll be happy about something else.” Turning intense blue eyes on me, he slowly dipped his fingers between my lips. “The next time you do come, it’ll be at the expense of the bitch who made you leave me in the first place.”

25. Karma's Bitch

I stood inside the bathroom in the basement and listened to the thump of footsteps on the stairs. A few seconds later, Gage’s voice filled the space, his tone arrogant and authoritative. I hated that tone of his, but I hated that he was using it withhereven more.

Katherine. The bitch who’d nearly torn my marriage apart by preying on my insecurities. That wholefool me oncephrase echoed through my mind, and I chewed over how it fit me perfectly.

“You’ll park your ass against that cross because I said so. Don’t make me change my mind about this,” he said.

“Where’s your wife?” The racket of her heels faded away from where I hid. “Is she out shopping for groceries?” Her laughter got under my skin. “Or maybe she’s at a bake sale.”

“That is why I’m going to gag your irritating mouth.”

“But I want to suck your—” A muffled whine cut her off, mid-sentence.

“See?” he said. “That’s one thing you never understood about me.” Chains clinked, and I could almost hear the cuffs locking her wrists and ankles in place. “I don’t care about your wants.”

Creeping closer to the entrance, I waited for my cue.

“Kayla understands though. She knows and accepts that her wants come second to mine.”

A few seconds later, Gage called for me to come out of hiding. I stepped into the main part of the basement, my own four-inch heels noisy on the floor, and the look on Katherine’s face was one I wanted to catalog and pull out to gawk at for years to come. Six months ago, I’d been in her place, chained to the St. Andrew’s cross and silenced with a gag, while Gage taunted me with his hard cock and her eager mouth.

Turnabout was fair play, and it tasted sweeter than ever.

Straining against her bindings, she attempted to shout epithets around the ball of rubber stretching her lips.

“I said I wanted to fuck, and you couldn’t wait to get over here, could you?” he said to her, tilting his head as he held an arm out toward me. I fit at his side like I belonged, and I couldn’t imagine ever leaving my place again. “I never said who I was going to fuck.”

Katherine shook her head, a desperate whine emanating from her throat, but her eyes spit venom. Gage crossed to her fully-clothed body and grabbed her chin. “If you ever come near my wife again, a little bondage and humiliation will be the least of your worries.”

Gage turned his back on her, but when I met his eyes, longing sparked between us. And Katherine? For a few intense moments, she failed to exist. I parted my lips, standing like a pillar to keep from pressing my thighs together. Only a couple of days had passed since we’d torn up the sheets.

But I was ravenous, hungry to feel him inside me, and the bed a few feet away called like a siren at sea. I couldn’t wait to rock it.

“Take your dress off,” he said, his feet slowly bringing him toward me.

Katherine’s angry protests grew louder. As I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper down, I threw her a triumphant look.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered.

The dress slid down my body, pooling around my feet. “Yes, Master.”

“She doesn’t matter.” There was a double meaning in his statement. “Say it, Kayla.”

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