Page 51 of Caged in Desire
“Everything hurts, and I’m dying,” I manage to rasp out, my throat feeling like it’s been grated from my screams.
“Hmm,” he says. “I’m glad we’re not overreacting.” He holds his serious face for only a second before laughing as I smack his arm. “But really, Katarina. Let me have a look at you and then we’ll get in the bath, okay?”
“Okay, what do you mean have a loo…” I’m cut off by him pulling my towel away and then repositioning my butt on the very edge of the counter. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he’s grabbed each of my feet and put them on the counter by my hips. I squeak because he’s displaying me rather lewdly, but before I can voice my protest, he’s kneeling before me, eye level with my pussy.
Raising an eyebrow at me, he turns his intense gaze to my core and licks his lips before letting out a low growl.
“I want to make sure you didn’t tear, Kitten, or this bath will sting more than it has to,” he says, gently using a finger to part my lips and get a better look. I flush, knowing that there’s more of his cum leaking out, but he doesn’t seem bothered. He looks his fill, gathers some of the leakage onto his finger, and licks it off as he stands.
“I think you’re okay. Let’s get you in the bath before you catch a chill, though.”
With that, he lifts me and sits us both into the whirlpool. Low jets are already on, creating a frothy, soft layer of bubbles on top of the water. I keep my legs wrapped around his waist until he sits in the middle of the tub, then he rearranges us so that I’m leaning back against his chest. One long arm holds me tightly to him across my stomach, and the other spans my cheek as he cradles my head.
He’s holding me like I’m the most precious object to him in the world. I want to talk to him, but I’m too tired. Maybe just a little catnap…
Too soon, I’m woken up from my dreamlike state by hands roaming all over my body. Up and down my stomach, over and across my thighs, back up to pass over my breasts with a featherlight touch. I think about moving or saying that I’m awake, but I’m enjoying my little rubdown too much. Every part of me is sore, but a deep place feels satisfied where I’ve only ever felt frustration. I start to smirk, thinking about how sex is completely underrated, then I hear Henry whispering into my neck.
“My beautiful, perfect wife.Mine.Made for me,only for me.Took me so well, even though I know it hurt. Better than anything I’ve ever felt. Such a tough girl.Fuck.Never had anything like you in my life. You fell apart so beautifully, giving everything to Daddy. You’ll have anything you want, Kitten. Any house, any trips, as many babies as you want.Anything.Anything for my perfect girl.”
He keeps murmuring, and tears gather in my eyes as I realize this manloves me.Likeloves me,loves me. Even if he didn’t say it tonight, I know it’s true. I can’t hold back a sniffle and he stills behind me, stopping his long stream of praise.
“Tell me how you feel, Mrs. Sinclair,” he whispers, kissing my temple and never pulling back, just resting there so I can feel his lips on my skin.
“I’m overwhelmed, Mr. Sinclair,” I reply honestly. “I had no idea sex was like that. Nothing could have prepared me for that.”
Shifting me slightly to perch sideways on his thigh, he faces me and traces the planes of my cheekbones, jaw, and lips with his hand before cupping my jaw again.
“It’snotlike that, Katarina,” he says seriously as he stares into my soul. “It’s not…it’s never been anything close to that. I’m not sure I have words for what we just shared. I do know that you absolutely own me. Every part of who I am is yours.”
Touching his forehead gently to mine, he kisses me languidly, as if he has all the time in the world and this is all he wants to do. He never stops caressing me, as if he can’t get enough of the feel of my skin. I can understand the addiction because feeling his naked body behind me has the first flames of arousal burning in my core, fighting against the soreness and ache already there.
As I start to squirm on his lap, he pulls back and chuckles. “Are you okay, Kitten?”
Rolling my eyes, I pout. “No! I've been trying to make myself orgasm for years, and you’ve just made me come twice in the past few days!”
His eyes turn dark, and I try to think of what I’ve said to displease him.
“Let me make myself perfectly clear, little girl. There will be no more attempts to orgasm by your own hand. Do you understand? All of them are mine, and I promise I’ll give you more than you could ever want. I’ll take care of you. But they areallmine, not yours. Understood?” He finishes, staring so intently at me I’m not sure what he would do if I said no.
I nod, sensing this is not the appropriate time to be bratty, and am rewarded with another kiss as we stand from the bath. After a quick rinse in the shower, we’re dried off and heading for my bed. Briefly, I panic, thinking he’s taking me back to my own suite to leave me, but he immediately explains himself.
“We’ll sleep in here tonight since I was not expecting your all-out seduction. I told myself you’d never sleep in here again, but I don’t feel like changing those linens, and the bed is probably still wet. Not that I would mind sleeping covered in your juices, Kitten, but I don’t think you’d be comfortable,” he says with a kiss to my temple. “We’ll have to get a waterproof throw for the future. An oversight on my part, but I’ve never had someone in my bed before.”
He walks me through my room and sets me on the smooth, cool counter in my bathroom. I flinch, expecting it to be cold against my bare ass, but his naked body is already crowding mine, making me burn in ways I didn’t know I could. His hand caresses my face, eyes staring deeply into my own. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
With a light kiss to the top of my head, Henry gently begins working on my tangled mess of hair. “Wow, I believe some would refer to this as the princess treatment.”
“Well, I made it this way. The least I can do is help you brush it out.” He chuckles at the way I grimace as he works. “I could tell you I’m sorry for messing it up.” He pauses to pull back and look at me, a devilish glint in his eyes. “But the truth is, I’ve never seen your hair look better than it did as you lay on my bed, freshly fucked and sated.”
His lower timbre reminds me of our recent proclivities, which has my pussy aching again. “Oh,” I breathe out, trying my best to remind myself that I donotneed anything inside her again right now.Especiallywith the way my husband fucks…
“What are you thinking about?” he asks as he sets the brush down, and I realize I’ve been lost in my head.
“Just wondering what else I can get out of you right now,” I say with a smile.
Henry settles between my legs again, his skin sending sparks into mine at every point of contact. Using both of his hands, he cups my face and tilts it up so that we’re looking into each other's eyes. For a moment, he just stands there, tucking my hair behind my ears before stroking my cheeks as his gaze pierces into my soul. “You must not have heard me earlier in the bath. Katarina, my darling, there’s nothing in this life or the next I wouldn’t do for you.”
His lips come down on mine, and I immediately open to let his tongue in. I expected him to ravish my mouth with the sameintensity I’ve been used to tonight, but instead, he’s gentle. His kiss is slower and deeper than ever before. The passion is there, but it’s born from a place of love. Not breaking our kiss, he effortlessly lifts me into his arms and leads me into the bedroom with my legs wrapped loosely around his trim waist.
