Page 54 of Caged in Desire
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” I say as her enthusiasm increases, sucking and squeezing me harder and faster as she goes. “If I didn’t know you were Daddy’s virgin, I would think you’ve had plenty of practice…”
Pressure on my taint cuts me off mid-sentence. I’ve completely forgotten how to think, much less speak, when her dainty little fingers start rubbing back and forth from the edge of my asshole to my balls. I didn’t even feel her lift her hand from my thigh.
“Goddammit, Katarina.Fuck!” I yell, throwing my head back when she takes my balls in her hand and squeezes.
Grabbing the back of her head, I push her down on my length to keep her from moving as I shoot my hot cum down her throat. I look down at her as I find my release, my cock pulsing over and over. I realize when she starts squirming and trying to push herself away that I’ve cut off her airway for longer than intended, but I’m not letting her up until she’s swallowed every last drop of me.
She jumps back when I finally let go of her head, breathing almost as hard as I am after that life-changing experience. Before she can get too far away, though, I’ve picked her up in my arms, positioning her to straddle my lap as I capture her mouth in a searing kiss. After we’re both breathless, I hold her head tomine for a moment, letting my heart slow, before giving up. I lie back on the bed, pulling her with me.
“That was outstanding, Katarina,” I say between breaths. “How the fuck did you learn to suck a dick so well?”
She sits up, using her hands to prop herself on my chest. The thought of her riding me crosses my mind. A position I haven’t had in years but now suddenly crave.
She looks down at me with the most adorable, innocent smile. Ironic, considering what her mouth was just doing. “I reada lotof magazines. Did you like it?”
Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her face to mine, hugging her against my body with the other. “I swear, that was the best I’ve ever had.” She smiles her cute little smile and “hmms”, laying her head on my chest as I stroke her hair. Closing my eyes, I think back through my life before this woman came barging in, and I’m starting to realize it really wasn’t a life at all. With one last squeeze, I pick up my wife and walk her out of her room to my bathroom for us to clean up for the day. Excited for what’s to come for the first time in years.
Chapter twenty-six
“Yes, thank you very much for coming, it would have meant so much to him to have you here,” I say for what feels like the thousandth time today. It’s probably been at least a hundred, if not more, considering how popular Pavel Taranov was in certain circles. Everyone here has been on their best behavior, at least outwardly, but there’s an undeniable undercurrent of tension in the air. The graveside service was drawn out, speech after speech from Father’s business associates and cronies about what a wonderful man he was.
Eh.He was fine, I suppose. I can’t say that I’m terribly sad, or that I’ll miss him, because truthfully, my life won’t change much with him gone. He was never very present during my childhood, didn’t take much of a personal interest when he was around, and spent most of his free time traveling with his women or indulging in an ever more absurd hobby. I mean,collector’s goats,really?
As soon as we received the news, Henry went into full daddy mode, and I’ve never been so turned on or thankful for him. As I see him coming back toward me with another fresh glass ofliquid courage to help me through the drudgery of the evening, I think back to how he handled yesterday and smile.
Giggling on Henry’s lap, I move my chess piece. “Checkmate!”
“Ughhh…” he groans into my neck, taking a long sniff of my hair. “How do you win even sitting on the wrong side of the board? I’m beginning to think you’re cheating, Mrs. Sinclair.”
“You forget Occam’s razor, Mr. Sinclair,” I tease, kissing the tip of his nose. “The most straightforward explanation is that I am simply that much better at chess than you.”
We’ve been in a sex-haze for two days now, and I don’t know how either of us will come up for air anytime soon, considering that we can’t keep our hands off each other. I’ve given up on trying to continue to tease Henry with my new wardrobe for now, since he prefers for us both to be naked with only a blanket wrapped around us if needed. He’s eyeing his desk as if he has devious plans for me, and I’m about to tell him I need lunch first before there’s a knock on the study door.
Wrapping us tighter in the blanket, he calls for Potts to enter.
“So sorry, dears,” she says kindly. “Kat, your phone has been ringing. I retrieved it from where you left it charging in the kitchen. Here you are, love.”
Dread fills me as I see missed calls from Sasha, various employees of my father’s, and Uncle Ivan. With shaking hands, I show Henry before calling Sasha back. He answers on the first ring, and I breathe out a heavy sigh of relief that he’s okay, and put him on speaker.
“Hi, KitKat, I’m glad you called me back,” he says in a quiet voice.
“Sasha, I’m so glad you’re okay. What’s going on? Why is everyone calling me?” I ask.
“I hate having to be the one to tell you this, but it’s your dad…”
After his brief description of my father being found dead overnight, he asks if we can fly in as soon as possible. Apparently, the will requests burial soon after death, and things are underway for tomorrow. Already, business associates and distant relatives based Stateside are en route to my family’s estate.
“I…uh…” I don’t know what to say, looking up at Henry for guidance.
“Yes, Sasha, we’ll be there on time. We’ll fly tonight or tomorrow, based on what my pilot thinks of the weather. If he deems it unsafe, though, we won’t risk it. No, don’t prepare any rooms, we’ll stay in the city. Thank you, but I’ll have a car meet us at the airport. No, I’ll fly my representation up separately in the event he’s needed. Yes, of course. I’ll make sure she texts you. Goodbye.”
With that, he hands me back my phone and gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“I’m so sorry, Katarina. I know you weren’t close, but he was still your father. Are you okay?”
Confused about both the news and the fact that he’s already handled the most important travel plans with Sasha, I reply with my own question.
“Umm…I think so? I might be in shock.”
