Book 4|21. You Never Need to Thank Me

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Chapter 163—You Never Need to Thank Me

Cage

Fuck, she drove me crazy...out of my mind, intense hot, fired up crazy. The delectable scent of her arousal filled the air around us, sweet, mandarin and spice. Her body was barely clad, a white fluffy towel wrapped around her small frame, but regardless of her scant clothes, her posture was poised to attack, feet planted apart, shoulders back, fire in her eyes, blazing, molten pools of swirling crystal blue—and my cock held tight in her grip.

It was all I could do not to bend her over and fuck her like my life depended on it. But tonight was about her, not me. So, my urges were going to have to wait. However, if she thought she had one ounce of control regarding tonight's festivities, she was wrong—and I would gladly show her the error of her ways...however necessary.

She glared at me with that half-lidded expression of fury and desire. Her thoughts were calculating and clear...she and I both knew I hadn't given her an idle threat. If she needed it, I would bend her over and spank her right here.

She was my partner and equal in every way—but not in the bedroom. In the bedroom, I was in control. And despite all of her grumbling and pushing me otherwise, she absolutely loved it. She was the strongest willed female I'd ever known, stubborn and hard headed, impossible to reason with sometimes—And she would have zero respect for me if I didn't have the fortitude and dominance a woman of her strength required, demanded, if I wasn't stronger than her in some form or fashion—and the bedroom was the perfect place to prove it, for both of us. It was a game we both loved playing.

I slid one of my hands around her, underneath her towel and gripped the soft, rounded flesh of her backside tightly. "So, what's it going to be, sweet tiger? Do you need a reminder that I'm in control tonight?"

She shuddered hard from head to toe, her arousal bursting out of her even stronger. My nostrils flared. A low growl released from my chest, as I drank in her scent, letting it fill every pore in my body, making me feel alive.

Her eyes still flamed with heat, a tempest of unleashed fire just below the surface, but the tension in her stance relaxed. She had yielded control.

I brought my head down to her neck and kissed her shoulder softly as I praised, "Good girl."

She melted into me, her hand beginning to stroke my shaft. A small whimper of need slipped her lips, "Cage..."

Fuck, it was a thousand times harder for me to resist her when she sounded like that—willing and needy. My tongue moved along the slope of her neck. She let me walk her backward a few steps, until she was standing where I needed her to be, next to a large comfy chair and side table with a small box on it. I murmured against her flesh, "What is it, Tigru? Tell what they did that has you all riled up."

Not that I couldn't guess. I'd been pretty specific with my instructions for Rachel. But I wanted to hear it from Raine. I wanted to know what she thought about the experience, if she enjoyed it as much as I anticipated she would.

"You know what they did," she huffed, her breathing low and shallow.

I chuckled, the sound husky and deep in my chest, not at all surprised by her petulant response. I brought my free hand up and curled my fingers around the back of her neck, further controlling her body. My lips found their way along her collar bone. "I know...but I want to hear it from you."

She tilted her head slightly, silently encouraging me with more access. Her breaths were getting faster. "They touched me."

"Touched you...How?" I asked softly.

The most adorable little growl of frustration came from her throat. Keeping her neck tightly in my grip, I moved my other hand away from her butt cheek to the front of her, and trailed my finger through her slick folds. "Did they touch you here?"

She bit her lip, a sign she was trying to contain a moan, and whispered, "Yes."

I didn't want her to hold back. I wanted to hear all of the sounds of pleasure she had for me. I pushed two fingers inside her and demanded roughly, "Did they touch you here?"

A low sustained moan. There it was. I curled my fingers once, and then withdrew them. She whined. I growled softly, "Tell me where else they touched you."

"My ass," she whispered.

I reached my hand around, my fingers still coated in her wetness. Her grip on my cock tightened almost painfully when I slowly pressed a digit inside her ass. "Here?" I whispered huskily.

"Yesss," Her breathing came in short pants. She rolled her hips, but I wouldn't let my finger go any deeper.

She reached for the button on my pants, but I grabbed her hand, stopping her. "No, sweetheart."

"But..." Her need made it harder for her to form coherent sentences.

I spoke softly in her ear, "Tonight is about you...turn around and bend over for me."

There was a hint of confusion in her eyes, but she willingly complied. Without extracting my finger from ass, I moved my hand with her as she turned to face away from me. I pulled her towel away from her body, leaving her naked, and ran my free hand down her spine, to get her to bend forward. "Hold onto the chair."

She complied and gripped the back of the chair for support. I pressed a second digit into her opening, and slid them in and out.

"Cage..." she whimpered, her need accelerating again.

"I've got something I want you to wear tonight." I said softly.

"Okay," she breathed. There was no hesitation in her voice, only excitement. She knew what I was going to do, because I'd been preparing her body with my fingers and using progressively larger butt plugs over the last few weeks. I didn't want her to be in any pain when the time came for her to feel me inside of her. Only pleasure.

"This one is a little bit different," I explained as I pulled my fingers away and opened the small box on the side table. Applying a light coating of lube first, I gently pressed the plug into her ass. It was smaller than the ones she'd already progressed to, but it was made and shaped differently, very suitable for this evening. She wiggled a little as it settled into place.

"It feels different," she agreed breathily.

"It's made of a flexible composite. You'll barely notice it—unless I want you too. You'll be free to move about, even dance, very enjoyably."

Of course she hadn't missed my phrasing and questioned, "Unless you want me to?"

Rather than explain, I thought I'd just give her a physical demonstration and dropped my hand into my pocket containing a small remote control. With a press of a button, the plug vibrated to life.

"Oh!" she gasped and snapped her head around to look at me. Her eyes were wide. I didn't hold back my wicked grin. Yes, we were going to have a lot of fun tonight. To make my point, I simply increased the speed on the plug and thrust two fingers into her pussy.

"Shit!" she swore, her head dropping down, no longer concerned with looking over her shoulder at me as she bucked her hips into my hand.

I couldn't help playing with her a little more and purred innocently, "So, why were so angry with me before, you said you enjoyed it when they touched you."

"Because..." she almost snarled, panting, as I moved my fingers faster, and pressed a thumb against her swollen bundle of nerves.

"Hmm...?" I pressed when she fell silent, her chest heaving, her breaths ragged.

"Because they wouldn't let me come!" she growled on an exhale.

I wasn't sure I liked her tone and my hand came down fast and hard on her butt cheek. "What was that again?" I demanded.

"Oh...!" she squealed, her pussy contracting hard around my fingers.

I held back a groan, and rubbed the pink handprint on her ass, soothing the sting. I stared down at her incredible body, bent over submissively, my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, the crystal tip of the vibrating butt plug peeking out from her ass. Fuck, it was going to be a hell of a long night for me to wait to be inside of her.

Her voice came out in soft gasps, pliant and soft this time, as she repeated, "Be-because...they wouldn't let me come."

"Yes...and you should have known better. Why is that?" I reprimanded softly.

Her hips rocked against me faster. "Because...only you..." she panted another minute and tried to catch her breath so she could continue. "...get to make me come."

"That's my girl," I cooed. She was exactly where I wanted her and it was time for her reward. One of many I had planned for the evening. I pressed firmly on that little button of pleasure between her legs, rubbing in circles, and pumped my fingers even faster, curling them to hit her most sensitive spot inside.

She came apart almost instantly, her back arching, my name flying from her lips, "Cage! Yes...oh yes!!!" Her body convulsed and contracted as her orgasm pulsed out of her. After she was completely spent, I turned off the vibrating butt plug and pulled my fingers out, cleaning them off with her discarded towel. She slumped over the chair, still breathing heavily.

I gathered her in my arms and turned her to face me, kissing her lips softly. When I pulled back, she stared up at me with a content satisfied smile. She whispered, "Thank you."

I chuckled, "You never need to thank me, Tigru. You have no idea what it does to me to see you come apart in my arms. I love you." I gave her another kiss, this time on her nose.

"I love you, too," she murmured happily.

I grinned. "Are you ready to put on your dress?"

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