Page 45 of Caged in Desire
“Probably so.”
“Then perhaps notanytime,” he says before sitting back in his chair and helping me off the desk.
I’m at the door by the time I realize he’s still sitting in his chair. “Are you not coming?” I ask, straightening my dress and slicking down my hair, trying my best to make myself look presentable.
He smiles loosely, “You go ahead, I, um, have a bit of a situation here. I don’t want to greet your cousin with a cum stain on my pants.”
My skin flushes red with embarrassment. “Oh God, Henry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get my…on you.”
“Not yours, Kitten.”
The heat I feel changes from embarrassment to desire as I make sense of Henry’s words.Did I really just make him come in his pants?I’m opening my mouth to ask when I hear my cousin calling.
“KitKat?” Sasha’s excited yell echoes down the hall as I stand frozen in place in the entrance to the study.
Henry nods his head toward the door. “Good night,Katarina.”
Chapter twenty-one
My nerves flare as I wait for Katarina to finish dressing and come to my room. When I told her we were going on a proper date this evening, she was so excited that I thought she would levitate off the ground. It made me realize that I haven’t even approached the lengths I’d like to go to spoil her and show her off. Selfishly, I’ve been enjoying our cozy little bubble and routine we’ve developed here at home. I need to step my game up, though. She deserves the best.
A million ideas came to mind for our first official date, from elaborate trips overseas to a theme park she’s been not-so-subtly hinting about wanting to visit. I decided to table my idea of having a hedge maze built for a game of chase.Perhaps that will be an anniversary present in a few years…
No, I decided to keep things simple tonight. I’m taking her into the city to one of my favorite restaurants at a member’s club that should have dancing this evening. Instead of coming home, we’ll stay in a penthouse suite downtown and enjoy the nighttime views from the balcony hot tub.I hope.Since our explosive encounter a couple of days ago when I finally snapped and putmy hands on her, we’ve been apart as she’s spent time with her cousin and I’ve dealt with business. Tonight, though, she’s all mine, since Sasha has to go back to…whatever or whoever he’s doing.
A knock on my door draws me out of my thoughts, their subject finally gracing my presence. She’s a dream, wearing the outfit I laid out for her earlier, but holding the dress up at the chest.
“I find myself once again in need of a zip, Mr. Sinclair. Would you mind terribly? But close your eyes. I can’t have you privy to all my secrets at the beginning of the night,” She demands in a coquettish tone, and I sigh in relief that there won’t be any awkwardness between us this evening.
“Of course, Mrs. Sinclair. Thank you for wearing the dress I picked for you tonight,” I murmur into her neck, as I feel for the zipper of the corseted dress. She’ll need a coat until we get into the restaurant, but I didn’t want her to get hot dancing. “And the jewelry, and the shoes. Hopefully other things…”
I hope I’ll have the chance to see if she wore the lingerie I chose for the night.
“I wasn’t aware I had a choice. When clothes appear hanging in my room, it generally means the decision of what I’ll wear for the evening has already been made,” she teases.
Nipping her shoulder, I spin her around in my arms to look into her eyes. “You always have a choice, Kitten. But that doesn’t mean there wouldn’t be consequences if you ignore what I pick for you.”
Heat flashes in her eyes, and I briefly consider the merits of staying in tonight and fucking my wife on every surface of the house before moving outside to the grounds, but then I take a deep breath. This is not the point of tonight. Well, maybe later. Not right now. Right now is about treating her like a queen and showing her off.
“This place is amazing, Henry! What year did you say it was built?”
Katarina seems pleased with my choice of venue for our night away, an Art Deco-style supper club that’s been a favorite of our family for years. It was built in 1927, and I explain it’s the best vantage point in the city as she takes in the sleek brass accents throughout the lobby. Once they’ve taken our coats, we’re led by the maître d' to my preferred booth in a back corner, with the best view in the house and a modicum of privacy provided by a half wall.
All eyes are on us as we make our way through the restaurant filled with business associates, people I’ve known my entire life, and a few town gossips. The lovely thing about this club, though, is that conversation between parties who did not arrive together ishighlydiscouraged. Everyone can see Katarina, feel my obsession as I lead her through the restaurant with a hand low on her back, and see us sit closely on the same side of the booth…but they can’t approach, talk, or touch. No Chuck Dawson pawing at my wife, no blabbing submissives to make her feel less than or question my utter devotion. Smirking, I see the envious looks on every face we pass.
She doesn’t know any of these people or the restaurant rules. She’s too busy admiring the architecture of the building, the decor, the ambiance, and the view. No, the peacocking is pure selfishness on my part.Look, everyone. Don’t you wish she was yours? Too bad.
“Oh, Henry, the view is wonderful! The sunset is going to be beautiful,” Katarina says before looking up at me with those bewitching violet eyes.
Bending down, I give her a tiny peck on the nose before gesturing for her to sit in the booth.
“Not as beautiful as you, darling.”
Before long, we’re cozied up with glasses of champagne, toasting our first date.Being a longtime member here has some benefits, since nobody is bothered about checking Katarina’s ID.
“To you, Kitten, and to thousands more dates for us,” I say, clinking our glasses. Her eyes well with tears, but her smile tells me they’re happy ones as she sips her champagne.
The server arrives, and I make quick work of placing our orders for the evening.
