Caged (7 page)

“How considerate,” he said as he leaned up for a kiss. It
was exciting news, but there was something else more important. They were in a
good place together and he didn’t want to let the moment pass unnoticed.

Their lips locked and the kiss went from gentle to lustful
in a heartbeat. He knew they were good together, in bed and out, but right then
there was something much more bouncing between them. His heart opened wider as
he was being pulled closer to her. As he rolled over, he clasped her hands
again and pressed them into the mattress above her head.

Without thinking or debating the issue, he thrust his cock
inside her heated pussy without a condom.

In his mind and heart, strips of leather wrapped their
wrists together, holding them closer to each other. They were in a cage
together, naked and open to whatever they had building between them. The
invisible binds worked perfectly as he slowly thrust through her tight channel,
groans of delight escaping from both their lips.

The mix of real and imaginary was intoxicating and left him
with the knowledge of at least one thing. They were a couple prepared to go on
and do well together.

Shifting their hands until he held both of hers, he slid one
palm down to pinch her clit. With a few gentle tugs as he drove his rod in and
out of her, Gabby started to come. The pleasure of being inside her pussy
without a condom swiftly pulled him down the rabbit hole of bliss. It was too
late to put one on and he went for the wild ride without a second thought.

They were required to wear protection during all sex acts at
the club. A medical examination was compulsory to take in order to renew their
membership, but condoms were worn without question. Whatever, he and Gabby were
a couple who no longer took precautions because they were exclusive. He’d pay
the fine for going bareback and enjoy the memory.

“Hey there, lover,” she whispered down the line. Her voice
was intimate as it raced through his blood to harden his cock.

“Gabby. You’re exactly who I needed to hear from.” Hearing
her voice had him sitting up in bed with an easy grin on his face. Max couldn’t
remember much about his life before the busty blonde had entered it.

“Why? What’s up?” She was wide-awake with energy buzzing
through her body and the pressure of work was building. The job she did was a
great creative outlet but there were also parts that caused her stress. He knew
what she needed to alleviate the self-inflicted tension.

“Me.”

“You are one sexy letch. Didn’t I send you up north with
some luscious memories to keep your lustful side satiated?”

Good, she was feeling saucy and giving sass back to him.
He’d take the attitude and give her some back in return.

“Please, the only way I’m completely satisfied is when
you’re with me. However, the blowjob you gave me in the back of the cab was
beyond spectacular.” He couldn’t stop the chuckle from slipping out as he
remembered what he’d found later once he’d got home.

After he’d stripped, he’d found her red lipstick smudged
across the rod, balls and groin. It had been a deliciously wicked memory, and
made him hard whenever he remembered it.

“What can I say? I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t sure when
I’d see you again. You know I can’t ever get enough of sucking on your cock.”

“You were incredibly beautiful. I didn’t care if the cab
driver could see you kneeling between my legs and sucking me dry. Do you know
what I remember most?” His cock twitched. Their time in the cab had been beyond
hot and definitely memorable.

“No, what?”

“Feeling your pleasure when I pinched your nipples was
fantastic. What I remember most distinctly was you humming
Nessun Dorma
around my cock. It was perfectly divine.”

“
None Shall Sleep.
Yup, I might have been humming the
tune. Pavarotti singing the song has been in and out my head for some time,
particularly when I’m in a triumphant mood. I was definitely feeling pretty
good about myself. Work was going great and I had you in my life. Being on my
knees getting you off made things even better.”

“We’ll go see Puccini’s
Turandot
and see what
happens.” Smiling, he’d take her anywhere she’d feel happy and triumphant.

“The steel rod hanging between your legs is worth
worshipping. I bow before its commanding presence as often as I can. Whenever
you ask, whatever you want, I’ll do it with a great pleasure.”

“Shit, baby girl, when are you going to be finished
tomorrow?” Her sultry tone and the erotic subject left him throbbing, ready to
thrust inside her tight, wet heat. If only she were already in his bed. “Are
you sure I can’t come over and get you?”

Slipping his hand down, he grasped his erection and
tightened his hold. He held his cock while speaking with Gabby and told himself
it was good enough until she was back in his bed.

“Funny you should ask.”

“Has the bride changed the schedule again? No, don’t tell
me. The groom finally managed to grow some balls and has taken control. They’ve
eloped and are already on their honeymoon in Mustique.” Long ago the ceremony had
become an overly managed event. From what he’d been told, the groom was none
too pleased about the sideshow happening around their wedding. Unfortunately,
he hadn’t done anything to stop it either.

As far as he was concerned the worst had started two weeks
ago. The young bride had called Gabby day and night, asking ridiculous
questions, most of which Gabby couldn’t answer. His lady had informed him it
was a bride’s prerogative to let her jitters show. He’d rather the bride bent
someone else’s ear and not his lover’s.

She was a good soul and took things too much to heart. He
wished he were with Gabby. He’d take the opportunity to turn her head from the
chaos.

“Nope, wedding is going as scheduled. I have a private
flight arranged by the Lascelles leaving for Leeds/Bradford airport first thing
in the morning. They’ve arranged for me to be collected by what I’m sure will
be a rather posh car and driven to Haywood House.” There was a hint of awe in
her voice. He was happy the ugly hassles hadn’t taken away any of her
excitement for the project.

“I’m happy they’re ready to pamper you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t say no to any cosseting. The schedule
is simple. Once her hair and makeup has been done, I’ll fix the tiara onto her
head. After we’re satisfied, we’ll get the jewelry on her and take photos. The
bride is scheduled to walk down the aisle at two and I’m done. The same driver
who picks me up at the airport will then take me to your front door.”

“Fantastic! We’ll have some time together before the party
I’m hosting here at my house.” He’d been prepared to go pick her up himself but
was fine with the change of plans.

“It’s a plan. Now, tell me again about this function. What’s
the occasion? I’ve set out a couple of different outfits, but I’m not sure what
would work best.”

“Think cocktails and finger food.”

“Okay. Is it a work thing? Do I need to remember names of
your employees and their partners?” She was starting to sound anxious over the
party and he definitely didn’t want her to be anything but excited about it.

“No, you don’t have to worry about any details. All I ask is
for you to make it here safely. We’ll work through the finer points later.”

“You’ve been rather secretive about this party.” The
curiosity he’d been seeking was there and building.

“Possibly, but the rationale behind it is solid. You see, I
have a surprise for you,” he confessed with a grin.

“What is it?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” As if he’d tell her over the
phone. No way, he wanted to see her face when he shared it with her.

“Not fair.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but you asked.” They’d been
teasing, prolonging their good nights, but her voice remained tight, strained.
Gabby was a well-organized person. He knew not being privy to the details about
their party was driving her nuts. He had his reasons for being vague. When the
time was right, she’d fully understand. In the meantime, he needed to soothe
her nerves sooner rather than later.

“I know, but still—”

“Shhh, Gabby.” Maybe he should give her something else to
chew over. He wanted to share something she’d look forward to besides the
high-profile wedding currently winding her up. “It’s going to be all right. The
party is to show how much I care about you and Cassandra.”

Her sharp intake of breath had a smile spreading across
Max’s lips. He’d only ever used her nickname from Succulent when they played at
the club.

“You okay?”

“Of course I’m okay.” The laughter and satisfaction her
quick response gave him couldn’t be held in. It sounded as if his woman was
eager to know what could be the next move they made in their kinky lives.
They’d spoken of many different scenarios since he’d gone north, but only one
was the logical next step. He wondered how soon she’d figure it out, probably
not long.

“Where are you?” he asked in a quiet, low-key voice. Max
knew what would relax her and also put her on the right track for tomorrow.

“I’m in bed, surrounded by lists of what to bring and things
to do before I leave.”

She sounded frustrated on top of stressed. He had a remedy
to help her relax and get some sleep. Because of what he knew would take place
the next day, she was definitely going to need to rest up.

“Are you wearing anything?” He knew he sounded pervy, but it
was all he had on the tip of his tongue.

“Sweetie, you know I wear nothing when I call each night.
Are you naked and in bed?”

Naughty minx
, he thought with an explosive laugh.
Never mind, it wouldn’t be long before he got his own back.

“I am and have a hard-on begging for your touch.” This part
of their conversation was about getting her to come, not him. He would deal
with his erection later.

“You’re cruel to tease me with what I can’t have.”

“Maybe I’m simply warming you up for tomorrow,” Max told her
and hoped it worked.

“Fine, warm me up then.”

“Challenge accepted.” He hadn’t expected to receive her
permission, but he’d take it all the same. At the very least, he wanted to hear
her pant and cry out his name as she climaxed.

“First, put your phone on speaker and set it at your side,”
he said and put his own phone on speaker before leaving it on his chest.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she told him.

“Good, let’s start by you closing your eyes and taking a few
nice, calming breaths.” He leaned back in his own bed and pretended he was
right at her side, doing the same thing he was telling her to do. What was good
for the goose was bound to be good for the gander.

Breathing slowly in and out, he focused on letting all
tension slip away. As he relaxed, Max silently eased into his verbal seduction.

“I wish I was laying there beside you, watching your chest
rise and fall with each breath you take. You know what I’d do if I was there?”
He could see her in his head and let the need keeping his dick hard take it
from there.

“What?” she whispered with a hitch to her voice.

“I would run a finger softly from your forehead, over your
nose, across your full lips and chin. I’d keep going down your neck until there
were two delightful mounds surrounding my digit. Should I circle the nipples
with the tip of my finger? Make them go delightfully hard, or cut my losses and
suck on them? I’m not sure whether to give in to temptation or move on to the
other treasure lying between your legs.”

Moving his hands beneath his head, Max sunk farther into his
bed and got into the long-distance seduction. Soon Gabby would be there and he
could touch all he wanted. Until then, he’d let his voice do the loving.

“Maybe I touch both. I would start with one of your hard
tips in my mouth as I dipped my finger inside your slit and swirl it around in
the scorching heat. Once my digit was nice and wet, dripping with your honey,
I’d take my digit out and circle your clit. Over and over again until your legs
separated farther. The need to move around and get me to thrust something, my
finger or cock, inside your pussy would control you.”

She breathed deeper, slightly louder, but he wanted her to
pant. Gasp for air as she came.

“I think I would be too tempted to lick my finger clean. My
tongue would circle the digit until it was mostly clean then I’d plunge it into
my mouth, close my lips and pull it free with a lewd pop.” He paused there to
see if she would offer a surprised utterance and was pleased to hear a quiet
“ohh” trickle down the phone line.

“Then I’d slip it back inside you, farther than it had gone
before and start to gently fuck you with it. During all this, I don’t want you
to think your breasts are being ignored because they certainly won’t be.”

Excellent, she was breathing more heavily and his chest
swelled with pride. He could get her excited while on the phone.

“I think at this point I’d grasp one hard tip between my
teeth and give a tug until you fought for air. I’d not release the trapped
flesh but follow it back down to the mound. Once there, I’d circle the entire
nipple with my tongue before I suckled fiercely on your delightful breast. Have
I told you how much I enjoy those utterly breathtaking mounds of silky flesh?”

There it was, a luscious groan from his woman coming over
the line.

“Have you slipped a finger in your pussy? Are you circling
the hard nub with a finger covered in your own special honey?”

“Yes,” she confided with a slight stutter.

“Is your other hand playing with a breast?” Max worked hard
to keep the smile out of his voice, but he knew Gabby. He knew what she wanted
and what she did to herself when left to her own devices.

“Yes,” she told him with a groan.

“Squeezing the soft flesh until the nipple pokes through
your fingers?”

“Oh yes,” she moaned. He could swear the music from her
finger plunging through the liquid need between her thighs raced down the phone
line.

“I wish I was there to lick the pointed flesh until you
thrust your chest up for more. I’d take another bite and gently gnaw on your
nipple. After I had you caught in my passionate web, I’d surround as much of
the mound as I could take in my mouth. Both your breasts would be treated this
way. A short while later I’d put a clamp on one and right before you were
comfortable with it, I’d give one more twist to tighten it. While you were
panting, I’d put one on your other nipple.”

“Oh yes,” Gabby groaned with more oomph behind the two
words.

“Clamps? I’ll have to file your liking the idea of nipple
clamps away for later. Did you know with clamps pinching your nipples there
would be some of the tip poking out from the device for me to play with? I’d
need to focus on those fleshy bits, give them what they need.”

Was there time for him to get some clamps before tomorrow
night? He didn’t think it was possible, but they were definitely going on the
list of things for him to get for her pleasure.

“You do know I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from plunging
my cock into your pussy. I’d thrust in and out, trying to go deep enough you’d
know my steel pole was going straight to your belly. Each powerful push from my
rod would be harder than the last. Your breasts would shake wildly beneath my
gaze. I’d need to put my hand down between us, pinch your tender clit and fuck
you hard. I won’t last long once I got inside you.”

She was close. He could hear it in her breath, then she came
with a long, low groan. She added his name into the mix and endlessly drew out
the “A”. It was exactly what he’d hoped to hear and finished with the truth.