Page 5 of The Devil's Spawn

“Dinner smells wonderful,” he murmured, taking my vulnerable ass in his hands. “According to the timer, we’ve got six minutes.”

“Six minutes for what?” I gulped. He had to notice the shaky quality of my voice. Six minutes wasn’t nearly enough time. Not for anal.

“Relax. I’d never rush this. You should know better by now.” His clothing rustled, and I heard a cap open, followed by a squirt. “I’m only prepping you with a plug.”

I let out a breath. Those weren’t so bad. Sometimes, they were even…arousing. He pressed the cold, hard tip against my rectum, but he didn’t shove it in right away. Instead, he swirled the plug around my reluctant hole, spreading the lubricant.

He really was taking care with this, but considering my meltdown the last time he fucked me in the backdoor, I shouldn’t be surprised. Gage lived to make me submit, and though my pain never failed to harden his cock, he’d come a long way from the monster he’d once been. Either that or I’d trained myself to accept his will because it was easier than fighting him.

He nudged my ass with the plug, and I winced, my body automatically tensing.

“Just relax for me.”

I blew out a breath. Easier said than done. He probed my ass more firmly, and this time he didn’t hesitate. I didn’t dare move away from him, no matter how much I wanted to. It didn’t matter that this was the biggest fucking butt plug he’d ever used. It didn’t matter that it hurt. If I didn’t hold still and take that plug in silent submission, he would punish me into next Sunday. Finally, the horrendous ring of fire abated, leaving in its wake an anus brimming with his toy.

He dragged a finger through my slit. “You are so damn wet. Such a dirty, needy girl.” He swatted my ass with enough force to extract a yelp from me. “Take a minute if you need to. I’ll get dinner on the table.” The soft pad of his feet carried him away from me, and his quiet exit echoed in my ears.

My heartbeat thundered as I made my way into the bathroom. Acclimating to the foreign object in my ass took a few moments, but by the time I’d wiped away the excess lube from between my cheeks, it felt mostly…comfortable.

Not really arousing though, considering the size. But Gage didn’t have a small cock, so I understood why he’d chosen this one.

I turned toward the door, mentally preparing to endure an evening of playing by Gage’s ever-changing rules, but my toiletry bag caught my eye. Had I left it out this morning? I must have because I’d been the last one in here.

Stupid. So stupid.

Holding my breath, I listened for footsteps. There were none. I wandered closer to the bag and dug through it until I found what I was looking for. The makeup compact felt cool and solid in my hands—a sharp contrast to the dread that burned in my gut. Before I questioned the wisdom of my actions, I pulled out the tiny piece of paper and unfolded it.

I’d found the note taped to the front door one day, shortly after Gage had ended my sentence in his cage, and things between us had gone back to a weird sort of normal. But if he found this…

I shuddered to think of the consequences.

The paper was worn around the edges from taking it out often and reading the simple two-word message, jotted down in a familiar heart-wrenching scrawl.

I’m okay.

4. Backdoor Access

“I thought you could help me with something next week,” Gage said after dinner. As Eve splashed in the tub, I turned and found Gage’s impressive form filling the open doorway. At first, I thought he was talking to her, as he often came up with things for her to do because she loved helping.

But he was talking to me. His blue eyes held that familiar sparkle that turned my insides to mush. Gage wore many faces—Master, sadist, disciplinarian, and right now, loving husband. He had something up his sleeve. Something I was going to be happy about. He stepped into the bathroom and sat at the edge of the tub.

“Channing Enterprises is sponsoring an event in a couple of weeks.”

I raised a brow, wondering where he was going with this.

“Basically, it’s an overpriced masquerade ball.” He let a beat pass. “But a portion of the proceeds will go to The Eve Foundation.”

Wow. Over the summer he’d formed The Eve Foundation to help fight childhood cancers, claiming it was something he’d been thinking about doing for months. But I suspected he’d done it because regardless of his questionable actions, he did have a conscience. Maybe he even felt a little guilty for demanding I stop volunteering at the hospital. I still had no life outside of motherhood or my marriage, but at least he was beginning to cut me some slack.

And I couldn’t help but find a sliver of hope in the unexpected arrival of this conversation. Unable to stop myself, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

He laughed. “Does that mean you’ll help me with this?”

“I’d love to. What do you need me to do?”

“Each sponsor is helping with the organization of the event. I have a team working on theme and decor, but they might as well be color blind, so I fired them yesterday.”

“Oh,” I said, a touch of nervousness painting my utterance.

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