Page 29 of Caged in Desire
Chapter fifteen
I’m sitting at my desk as Linda drones on and on about the upcoming annual charity gala that the company puts on the day before Thanksgiving. She’s going over seating arrangements when my mind wanders to the memory of Katarina and me in the bath. The memory that’s been playing on repeat for over a week.
“Katarina?” I call out. My wife is the first thing on my mind as I walk through the door. When I don’t get an answer, I walk up the stairs and check in her room, only to find it empty. Deciding to rinse off after a long flight before I go looking for whatever my wife might be up to, I head to my room.
I never used to mind traveling, but I haven’t been away overnight since Katarina moved in, and it almost killed me to be apart from her. It feels so good to be home. However, the problem of her not sharing my bed remains. I’ve half a mind to say screw it and just tell her how I feel instead of playing the potential long seduction game.
Undressed, I walk into the bathroom, my focus on taking off my watch. Looking up to grab a towel, I’m met with the mouthwatering view of the woman I’ve been thinking about nonstop for the past three days.
“Katarina? What on earth are you…”
Goddamn, she looks like pure sin in her black string bikini. I canfeelmy erection growing with each passing second.
The next thing I know, she’s in my arms, straddling me in the bath, massaging my head as she washes my hair. This is much better than the cold shower I was planning on taking. I can't help but touch her. I want to pull the scraps of cloth from her perfect, perky breasts. Despite the hot water, her nipples peak out from under her bikini. I want to see what shade of pink they are. I want to pull them into my mouth and suck until I leave them marked with bruises. Bruises that trail from her perfect breasts to her…
“All done,” she breathes, “Time to rinse.”
I lean back, and the new angle forces my cock closer to her hot little cunt. If we weren’t already in a tub of water, I know I would feel how wet she is.
All I’d have to do is slide this flimsy strip of material over, and I would be lined up at her entrance. I could drive inside of her right now and officially make her mine. Consummate this marriage right here, right now.
She’s so close to me, our eyes locked, and she’s moving closer. God, I want to kiss those lips again. The kiss we shared on our wedding day wasn’t long enough. I want her to open up for me.
But I can’t. Turning at the last minute, I kiss her cheek.
I was such an idiot. She left that night, and things haven't been the same since. I wasn’t rejecting her. If she hadn’t left, I one hundred percent would’ve fucked her in that bath. If she had just let me explain…I don’t kiss women. It’s not her or somethingshe did. I justdon't. It’s written into every contract I’ve had as a dominant. Our kiss on our wedding day felt like a once-in-a-lifetime lightning strike, but I know now that it completely shifted my perspective on the act.
It’s an intimacy I haven’t allowed myself to indulge in, but I would learn for her. Iwantto kiss her.I want everything with her.I would’ve done it that night in the bath. It’s just my first reaction to deflect. I should’ve gone after her that night. I should’ve burst into her room and kissed her so fervently that she would never mistake my desire again.
If she knew how rare it was for me to allow touch, for her to wash my hair so intimately, she wouldn’t have felt the rejection of her kiss quite so acutely. But that’s my fault, once again, for not expressing myself clearly. The gala will be the perfect opportunity to show her how proud I am that she’s mine, and just how much she owns every ounce of me.
“Mr. Sinclair?” Linda’s shrewd voice brings me back to the meeting.
“I’m sorry, what is it, Linda?”
“I was just asking if you were going to bring a plus-one.”
“Of course I’ll be bringing a plus-one,” I say, lifting my left hand to flash my ring.
Linda rolls her eyes, her attitude peeping out more and more as of late. “I just didn’t know if you were planning to bring yourchild bride.”
Suddenly, my attention is completely directed at her, my predatory reflex kicking in at her insult. Before I can say anything harmful, she speaks up again.
“You know what I mean, it’s a very important night for the company. I know she is an extraordinary piece of eye candy to have on your arm, but you’ll be dealing with tycoons in the industry, and sheisso young. I would hate for them tothink poorly of you because she just doesn’t have the proper schmoozing experience…”
My sudden outburst of laughter stops Linda from her rambling. “If you’d ever had a conversation with my wife, you would know how absurd your statement is.”
The anger in her eyes is impossible to miss, and I know if I don’t shut this down quickly, it will turn into a nightmare.
“Linda, please make sure Mrs. Sinclair is properly documented as my plus-one. For this event and everyone moving forward. You’re excused.”
She gives a curt nod before leaving, and I rub away the tension headache threatening to form.
After all of the chaos of the past two weeks, I’m beyond ready for the gala and a chance to show off my wife. I can’t change the fact that Katarina felt rejected, but I can make sure she knows exactly how proud I am to have her on my arm.
Leaning back in my desk chair, I imagine what it’ll be like to finally have a plus-one to an event like this. Although these galas are for a good cause, I’ve never enjoyed them. I’m an expert in showing up, donating to whatever deserving cause there is, dancing with ladies of all ages with a smile on my face, staying an appropriate amount of time before sneaking off home or to the club…but I’ve never had a confidant there with me. Someone with whom to make wry observations about other guests, to hog all my dances. These events can be a lonely business, particularly when it feels like everyone wants a piece of you.
I can’t stop thinking about my wife these days, and although I have another meeting in five minutes, my mind wanders to the gala.
