Page 30 of Caged in Desire
Collapsing into giggles, Katarina leans heavily on me as we sneak into a hallway off the ballroom. Finding what seems to bean overflow storage room for disused holiday decorations, we sneak in and I sit her down on a table.
“My feet huuuurt, Henry. I knew these heels were a bad idea.” My wife slurs her words just a bit, showing off her champagne indulgence. By next year's gala, if I have my way, she’ll be drinking sparkling cider.
Kneeling before her, I hear her breath catch and can’t help but smirk. Undoing the clasp around her ankle, I gently pull one platform heel off before moving on to her other foot. Her thigh-high slit tantalizes me, but I have an easier path to pleasure for her right now. Digging my thumb into her arch, she collapses back onto her elbows with an almost pornographic groan.
“Ohhh fuckkk, that feels good, Henry. Please don’t stop…”
“Language, Kitten. Just because we’re out doesn’t mean I won’t punish you.”
Moving my ministrations up her calf to her thigh, because I can’t help myself, I realize she’s been gallivanting all night with no panties.
“Mrs. Sinclair, have you had no panties on all night? That’s quite naughty. I think you might need to be punished.”
She pulls herself up off her elbows and raises one eyebrow defiantly.
“What are you going to do, spank me?
The harsh alarm on my phone jolts me back to the present, hard as a rock and late for my meeting. It’s going to take me a few more minutes to cool down before I can walk into a conference room, but any time I can spend with Katarina is worthwhile, even in my imagination. Perhaps we can recreate the scene in real life at the gala. Thinking of how perfect her dress will be for clandestine touches all night, I ready myselffor the last meeting before getting to leave for dinner and the relaxing comfort ofhome.
With Mrs. Potts and Katarina holed up in her dressing room finishing her hair and makeup for this evening, I admire the dress I’ve just snuck in to hang on the window’s curtain rod. I told my wife that she could pick any of the gowns in her closet for this evening, but I lied. From the moment I saw her in her dusky periwinkle swimsuit the first morning she came to the pool, I knew she needed a gown in this color.And lingerie, and sweatpants, and a cocktail dress.I may have gone overboard, but once I figured out the exact color code for the hue that makes her eyes sparkle, well. It’s not my fault; it’s so easy to order custom colors of things.
The gown is a strapless satin, with a structured, corseted waist that tapers to the floor, accompanied by a slight train. A showstopping thigh-high slit makes it dramatic and will show off her perfect legs. Matching platforms, as comfortable as possible, and teardrop diamond earrings will complete the look. She’s going to be magnificent on my arm, and her dress will only enhance her beauty.
My laughter when Linda expressed concern for Katarina’s ability to mingle with the rich and famous was sincere, as I can’t imagine anyone better suited to the role. I can feel the hearts in my eyes as I think of how quickly she’s bewitched the staff, truly caring about their lives and making an effort to get to know them. She knows precisely how to balance asking thoughtfulquestions of someone with subtly directing the conversation in any direction she pleases, and I can’t wait to watch her work the room tonight. People will be eating out of her hand in no time.
A throat clears, and I turn from the dress to see the woman occupying my every thought. She’sexquisite.Covered by a dressing gown, for now, her hair simple and out of her face. Potts discreetly takes her leave, and I approach Katarina in a daze before reminding myself I have seduction to accomplish and can’t be caught off guard. She’s eyeing me apprehensively, and I need to show her how proud I am to be hers tonight.
“You look beautiful tonight, Mrs. Sinclair,” I say lowly, brushing a kiss over her knuckles. “I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of having a dress made for you this evening, and that you’ll do me the honor of wearing it.”
I see her decide not to betoomad at me, and I’m rewarded with a smile. “It looks like a beautiful dress. Thank you, Mr. Sinclair. But, Potts left, and it looks like I’ll need some help with the zipper…”
“I was, perhaps foolishly, anticipating that you might allow me to be of assistance?” I ask, showing her the vulnerability I feel. I’ve seen her in nothing but a tiny swimsuit, and she’s seen all of me, at this point. Although I’m not pushing for an immediate return to the intimacy we shared in the bath that I fucked up, I long to see her…
She drops the robe she was wrapped in, and I feel my mouth drop open. Mrs. Potts obviously delivered the package containing her matching lingerie, and she’s wearing it to perfection.Beyond perfection.A lacy corset in the same custom periwinkle, with a barely there thong to match. Walking past me, swaying her hips, she stops just in front of the dress and looks at me over her shoulder.
“Well?”
Sassy girl.That’ll get you spanked sooner than you realize.
Taking another deep breath, I cross the room, reaching over her to pull down the dress and hold it open for her to step into with my arms bracketing her hips. Zipping her up, I catch her eye in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room and make no attempt to hide my blazing desire for her. Maybe all this isn’t necessary, and we could just stay in…
“Do you have shoes for me, as well?” she asks sweetly, and I huff a laugh at how well she’s able to play me now.
“Yes, brat. Go sit, and I’ll bring them to you.”
Grabbing the box off the bed, I follow her to her settee and kneel before her, mirroring my fantasy from my office. Pulling her left leg onto my knee first, I delicately place her foot into the shoe and clasp the ankle strap. Before she can pull it away, I grab her ankle and hold her in place. Looking up from my vantage point, and feeling incredibly at home on my knees before her, I lick a tiny stripe up her instep before kissing her inner ankle and releasing her foot to grab the other.
The heat in her eyes is unmistakable, along with the goose bumps rising across her skin. I repeat my worship of her other leg and stand, pulling her with me. Arranging us before the mirror with her in front of me, I’m awed by the perfection I see. Her toned leg is perfectly framed by the slit in the dress, diamonds glittering at her ears, plush lips slightly parted as her eyes meet mine. My frame towers over her, left hand protectively across her lower stomach, as if daring anyone to approach what belongs to me. As she delicately places her own left hand on mine, her rings glisten, a reminder to everyone tonight what she is.
Mine.
Chapter sixteen
David Wiltshire, on his fourth marriage. Six kids total between the first three wives and another on the way. He enjoys golfing and boating in his free time. Ha, no surprise there.
Jonathan Beaumont operates mostly from France after marrying a French model. Only on his second wife. His children have been estranged since he changed his will. Fan of sailing.
Nathan Ellis took over his father’s empire around the same time as Henry. Engaged to a European heiress. Recently took a hiatus from the company to take his yacht around the Caribbean.
