Page 27 of Caged in Desire
“Good night, Henry.” Her voice is nothing more than a whisper now.
“Good night.”Kitten.
As I hear the echo of her steps down the hall, I’m flooded with shame. My sweet girl came to check on me after I threw a tantrum like a child. I have to do something about this. It’s clear my need for her isn’t going away, but I refuse to push her into something she doesn’t want. Her friendship is more valuable than any other I’ve had, and I won’t lose that because I can’t keep my dick in check. As much as I want to storm into her room and impale her, it has to be her. She has to be the one to initiate the change in our dynamic.
I know she’s attracted to me. I see the result of her desire every time her skin pebbles when we touch or when her pupils dilate as I’m staring into her eyes. I see it when a whispered tease causes her pulse to rise, and when she bites her bottom lip when she talks to me. Maybe she just doesn't know that her feelings are reciprocated. Tenfold. PerhapsI’mthe one who hasn’t been clear with their intentions. Maybe I just need to ramp up my seduction.
With a clear plan of action, I’m finally able to unwind. Holding a pillow, I drift to sleep, knowing that soon it will be my beautiful wife in my arms instead.
Chapter fourteen
Henry’s week has been increasingly busy, and it’s obviously stressing him out. The first night he was late, he called several times, apologizing for not making it to dinner. I must have missed him coming home and was dozing off when the startling sound of his yelling and a crash woke me up. I went to his room to check on him, but he sounded angry. So I let it be.
Before we could discuss it the following morning, he found out about an incident at one of the foreign offices and immediately jetted away to help with damage control. To make matters worse, he had to rearrange all of his meetings, meaning next week will likely be stressful as well.
When he let me know he'd be able to come home today, I think I squeaked out loud in excitement. It's only been two nights, but I miss him. Deciding to be thankful that this dilemma hasn’t derailed our entire weekend, instead of being pissy that I’ll be spending most of the first half alone, I get up and prepare for my Saturday morning walk.
Since our first walk together, I’ve enjoyed waking up a little earlier to catch the sun rising over the vibrant autumn leaves.Even if my husband isn’t here to carry a backpack filled with treats, the air is crisp, the views are stunning, and life is good.
I’ve almost made it back to the estate after a lovely hike when I hear the rustling of leaves behind me. At this time of the day, the staff aren’t usually wandering about, especially on a weekend. The next logical explanation would be wildlife. I've walked almost daily and haven’t come across anything predatory, although I’m aware of the risk, having grown up on a large estate myself. I’m trying to calm down, but the sound keeps getting closer and closer, and I can tell it’s not a small animal. The memory of the Jenkins’s goats crosses my mind, and I have to force myself not to break into a full-out sprint back to the house.
I slowly reach behind me for the Swiss Army knife Henry keeps in the bag.Remain calm; some animals react to weakness.I breathe deeply, gripping the blade for dear life. I’m almost to the clearing when I finally gain the nerve to turn around and gasp. A man stands not ten feet away from me. Despite the age-old man versus bear debate, I’m actually relieved. I’ve taken enough self-defense classes to know how to take someone out, and with the little weapon I’m holding, I’m confident enough in my ability to defend myself.
“Who are you, and why are you following me?” I ask, no need to beat around the bush now.
I hold the knife out when he tries taking a step toward me, causing him to raise his hands in surrender and back away. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Sinclair. I didn’t mean to startle you, ma’am. I've been stepping in for Fredrick for a while and wanted to get an early start on my chores for the day.”
I place my free hand over my chest, breathing a sigh of relief. “Oh, well. You certainly startled me, Mr….?”
“Oh my apologies, my name is Thomas, but most people call me Tommy.” He extends his hand, slowly making his way closer to me, but stops a few feet short.
I'm torn between greeting him...or running to the house, but finally decide on the former of the two. Because how would he know Fredrick’s name and specific role unless he was telling the truth?Right?
Taking a few steps of my own, I return his gesture with a smile, shaking his hand firmly. “Nice to meet you, Tommy. And welcome! Please call me Kat. I can’t tell you how glad I am that you aren’t some wild animal waiting to rip me to shreds!”
“Of course. Well, Ms. Kat, I guess I need to get back to it.”
I watch him leave, not wanting to turn my back again, but the moment he’s out of sight, I practically run back to the house. Slamming the door shut, I sink to the floor when I’m safely inside. I’m not sure what it was about the interaction, but something about it has me on edge.
Triple-checking that I’ve locked the door, I decide a bath would be a nice way to both warm up and calm my nerves. Walking into my room, I’m so deep in thought about what oils I’m going to use in my bath that I completely miss the package on the bed as I go to the en suite bathroom to get my water started.It isn’t until I come back in to grab the bottle of lavender oil on my nightstand that I notice the small parcel on my bed. It’s wrapped in beautiful pale blue paper and tied with a silver ribbon. Henry has left me enough gifts lately, all wrapped in the same style, so I immediately know who it’s from. I scurry over to the bed and pick up the card lying next to the box.
My curiosity piqued, I make quick work of untying the ribbon. Lifting the lid, I get my first glance at the mystery object inside. I pick it up, turning it in my hand. A black silicone rose, with a little button on the side. I click it, only to be startled by aggressive vibrations, and I drop the toy back into the box. Fumbling, I finally manage to click through the settings and turn it off. I’ve only ever had one vibrator. A little pink bullet, I believe, is what it’s called. One of the younger maids I was chatty with back home gifted it to me for my eighteenth birthday. It broke a few days ago, not that it was ever helpful in the first place. The memory of its death plays in my head.
I’m lying in bed, tossing and turning. Missing him. Wishing it were my bed he would climb into when he got home late. What kind of lover would he be after a long day? Would he be hard and fast, just wanting a release to help his stress? Would he take his time, wanting to lose himself and forget all the day's troubles in the throes of passion? Would he want to take me from behind for the best leverage, or would he want to lie back and let me ride him?
Before I know it, my core is aching with what I’ve come to know is arousal. An ache I’ve yet to figure out how to ease on my own accord. Not from lack of trying. I grab my vibratorfrom my nightstand, turn it on, and place it between my legs, hoping that this time it will work.
My mind drifts to visions of Henry busting through my door, needing me as much as I need him. I’m lying out for him atop the comforter in my most alluring lingerie. He grabs my ankle and pulls me to the edge of the bed, my knees resting on his forearms as he unfastens his pants. He gives no warning, just thrusts into me, pausing only briefly. A growl leaves his lips as his head falls back. Before I can adjust to him, he’s driving into me at a brutal pace. But I want more…
“Ughhh, more, pleaseee,” I beg. “Mmm, Henry, please, please, please…”
Nothing. I throw my useless toy against the wall.
No…
I’m doing the mental math, trying to line everything up, refusing to believe that there’s even a possibility that the reason I didn’t hear Henry coming home Wednesday night was because I was in the middle of a failed attempt at orgasm that resulted in the death of my vibrator.
Oh God. Wasthatwhy he was angry that night? Because he didn’t want to hear me masturbating?Actually, that makes no sense. He just bought me a new one.
