Page 47 of Caged in Desire
“Put me down, please,” she says, and I do, although I’m confused. I certainly thought we were heading for a potentially consummative night, but she’s walking away from me toward the bathroom, toned ass swaying back and forth torturously.
“I’m going to warm up in the shower, then can we cuddle and watch some reality shows until we fall asleep?” she asks, and I start slowly stripping off my wet clothes.
Giving her what I know is an irresistible smirk, I move to join her in the bathroom. “That sounds perfect, Kitten. Can I join you in the shower?” It’ll be the perfect chance to get my hands on her again, and she can familiarize herself with my body more so that she’s as comfortable as possible before we…
“No, thank you,” she says primly before stepping underneath the rainfall showerhead and closing the non-frosted shower door.
Before I can ask why and whether something’s wrong, she continues.
“You can watch, though, if you’d like,” my wife purrs, and I stare gobsmacked as she lathers up her hands to wash.
Even without anything else happening, this is already one of the best nights of my life. Sitting down on the bathmat outside the shower, I settle in for Katarina’s show. As she writhes beneath the water, I feel my desire for her sharpening beyond any feeling I’ve ever experienced. I would burn down the world for her if I thought it would make her happy, even if it consumed me. I’d have to rise from the ashes to ensure she was taken care of, but I’d do it again and again.
The last bit of my restraint hangs on by a thread as I watch her wrap her hair in a towel, dry off, and lotion herself, all while showing me every inch of her body. I’m hit with a sudden urge to rip her towel off and fuck her on the counter. I want her first time to be sweet and respectful. I want her to feel cherished and loved and special, knowing it’s not how I’ve ever fucked before. But she’s toeing a dangerous line by teasing me like this. The longer we go, the less I want to respect her and the more I want to ruin her. We're losing the chance for a soft consummation as I get closer to losing control.
I need to keep my desire more tightly locked in its cage. Otherwise, I'm afraid we’ll both burn.
Chapter twenty-two
Last night was everything I could’ve dreamed of and more, but I’m left more confused with our relationship than ever before.
After our amazing night, I wanted to take Margot’s advice to not give it up on the first date. But after the orgasm he gave me a few nights ago in his study, I was desperate for more. I wanted him to take me right there in the hot tub. The way the fabric of his wet clothes felt against my naked skin, the way he held me tenderly yet firmly in his arms, the way his kiss took every strand of my DNA and altered it permanently. I was barely hanging on by a thread.
I knew that if I didn’t put some distance between us, I would have given him everything. And I want to make him burn for me. I fled to the shower with strict instructions for him not to join. I half expected him to ignore them, but he was a perfect gentleman, waiting and watching, then handing me a heated towel before leaving to let me get dressed.
He had my favorite guilty pleasure show ready with snacks when I walked back into the bedroom, and had somehow managed to dry off and put on some lounge clothes of hisown. My husband in gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt is a masterpiece who belongs in the Louvre. My decision to make him wait would have gone out the window had he come on to me, but again, he respected my wishes. We curled up in bed together, falling asleep quickly.
It was one of the best nights of sleep I can remember ever having. And judging by the fact that he didn’t so much as flinch at the sound of his alarm, I would say it was for him as well. “Isleepbetter alone anyway,”I murmured as I nudged him to wake up.Yeah, right.
I woke up with his very obvious erection poking my thigh, and my intrusive thoughts had me nearly pulling the band of his sweats down to wrap my hand around him, but he needed to get up and get ready for a work call during the drive home, so I didn’t push anything.
He did kiss me good morning, though, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get over the joy I feel from that connection. Regardless of what he thinks, I can’t imagine a day when I would ever tire of his mouth on mine.
In fact, I wish he was kissing me right now. Or that he was here with me at all. A kiss, a game, our sweaty bodies moving together in a way I’ve never known before. Anything really. Unfortunately, his one work call turned into two more, which turned into more, and what was supposed to be a lazy Saturday has turned into a full workday for Henry.
I’m trying to remind myself that I’m strong, and I’m capable of entertaining myself, but after last night, I’m addicted to having his full attention. I know he’s a very important man, but I’m important too, dammit, and it shouldn’t be such a competition for a sliver of my husband’s time.
Making myself a coffee, I take it to the den and sit in my favorite armchair facing the large windows out the back of the property. Although it’s a frosty day outside, the fireplace in thisroom makes it a perfect cozy place to read. Cracking open the newest book suggested by my sisters-in-law, I forget about my earlier frustrations.
I’m two coffees in and making a third when Henry strides into the kitchen looking like he’s had a long morning—hair tousled from running his fingers through it, two buttons of his shirt undone, and forearms exposed from his rolled sleeves.
He doesn’t say a word as he crosses the room, picks me up, deposits me on the counter, and kisses me like he’s been waiting to see me all day.Maybe he has.Or maybe I’m just being horny and emotional and irrational because he’s busy today. I melt into him, accepting the fact that my husband might be as crazy about me as I am about him.
He breaks our kiss, breathing heavy as he rests his forehead against mine. “I’m so sorry I’ve been occupied all day, Kitten.” He pauses to nip and kiss down my neck, then pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. “Everything should be sorted. I was thinking we could…”
Before he can finish his thought, his phone rings again. “Dammit…” he grumbles, looking down to see who’s calling. He runs his hand through his hair, sighing. “This shouldn’t take long. I’m sorryagain.”
I’m flooded with guilt from my selfish thoughts earlier. Here I am, getting to cozy up and read by the fireplace while my husband has had to deal with work all day. Hopping down from the counter, I head over to grab the mug of coffee I just poured when Henry holds his phone to his chest and points at my mug. “How many is that today?”
I hold up the number three and smile innocently.
Without saying a word, Henry takes my coffee, pours it in the sink, and hands me a bottle of water. He’s got his phone up to his ear again, but his attention is solely on me. Rolling my eyes, I grin. “Yes, Daddy.”
I can almost see his skin flush at the effect of my words. He literally growls at me, the grip on his phone tightening as his other hand flexes at his side before turning to march off to his study.
Still standing, propped up against the counter, I grin when I hear the sound of his doors slam. I thought maybe the other night was the perfect combination of events, but now Iknowwhat words cause his undoing.
A daddy kink wasnotsomething I saw coming, especially knowing how he’s battled with the concept of our considerable age difference. Oh, I can have fun with this.
