Page 55 of Caged in Desire
“That’s a perfectly reasonable response, darling. Let’s get you into a bath, okay? I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry.”
And he did take care of everything. My husband arranged for us to fly on his jet this morning, along with a hotel suite and a rental car. He also had Danny fly up for legal meetings with my family later. Last night, while I was in the bath, he packed for me, bringing a perfect, weather-appropriate mixture of formal and casual clothes in muted mourning colors, comfortable underwear and shoes, and my morning and nighttime skincarenecessities. The hotel was stocked with my favorite shampoo and conditioner this morning when we arrived, and he had a lovely woman come in to dry and curl my hair so that I didn’t have to fuss with it before the burial. When he put my heels on my feet and they were comfier than usual, he told me somewhat sheepishly that he had added his mother’s favorite cushioned insoles to try to improve their wearability.
He’s also been checking in on my emotions without smothering me. His encouragement to allow myself not to be that sad over my dad’s passing felt like the permission I had been waiting my whole life to hear from someone.
“He wasn’t there for you when you really needed him, Kitten. You can respect his memory without forcing yourself to feel feelings that he didn’t earn while he was here.” God, this man.
He’s taken care of everything, especially me. I smile as he finally reaches me and hands me my glass.
“Hello again, Mrs. Sinclair. What’s that smile about?” He asks, placing a possessive hand on my hip and steering me toward the butler’s pantry, away from the hustle and bustle of the reception.
“I was happy to see you, and I was thinking about how comprehensively you’ve taken care of me the past twenty-four hours. I couldn’t have done it without you, Henry. Thank you,” I say with a wide smile.
He finishes herding me into the pantry and closes the door with a quick flick of the lock behind him. “You’re welcome, Kitten. I find taking care of you to be my favorite pastime. And you never have to do anything without me ever again,” he says seriously. “In fact, consider it expressly forbidden. Now, spread your legs. Bend over, hands around your ankles.”
Shocked, I snap my head up to look at him as he places our glasses on the counter. “Wha…”
Clearly not happy with my delay in following instructions, he holds me around the waist, pushes my elbows down onto thecounter, and kicks my feet apart, before using his free hand to gather my pleated midi skirt. Holding it above my waist, he tucks it underneath my elbows, exposing me completely.
“Henry—” I gasp out, but he interrupts me.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…you just told me I take such good care of you. Who am I, little girl?”
“Daddy…” I whisper in a low moan.
“That’s right. And you’re going to let Daddy check on his pussy, aren’t you? I haven’t had you since the flight, Kitten. I need to see what we’re working with,” he says quietly, kneeling behind me and opening me with his thumbs.
“Ah…I knew I should have inspected you sooner.” He uses the slightest pressure to rub up my opening, and I realize I’mleaking.His cum from earlier was as deep inside me as he could get it, but clearly, it’s made its way out throughout the morning. “Your poor little pussy is leaking my cum, and you know that’s not where it’s supposed to be. You should have come to me earlier for help, Katarina. You know Daddy can fix this.”
I whine before he shushes me.
“You have to be quiet, Kitten. We don’t want the hundreds of people in mourning out there to hear what’s happening, do we? I didn’t lock the door.”
His thumb is barely rubbing me now, and I feel my legs start to shake as I breathe out another low whine. I can’t help it. I don’t care who hears.
“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay. Just relax. I’m so glad I took a look, darling. I can fix this.”
I almost collapse in relief, expecting him to fuck me again and fill me back up, and I’m so, so ready for him when I hear him unfasten his pants.
I’m still waiting when I hear a low groan behind me, and I look upside down between my legs to see Henry…jerking himself off?
“What are you doing?”
He gives me a wicked smirk. “I’m gonna fill you back up, Kitten. We identified a problem, and Daddy has to take care of his girl.”
I whimper, hoping to elicit some sympathy, but clearly, this is a game that Henry is just starting to play because all he does is laugh.
“Let’s make sure you’re nice and open for me.”
He uses his thumb and middle finger to spread my pussy open, and I feel the thick head of his cock at my entrance. I’m so desperate for him to thrust into me and give me relief that I rock back slightly onto my heels, causing just an inch to slip inside. I want to fuck myself on him, anything to take this edge off, but before I can, he’s coming. His head drops between my shoulders, and both hands grab my hips roughly.
He lets out a long, low moan that has me trying to clench onto the tiny bit of cock that he’s given me. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he says, kissing a trail down my neck as he pulls out and sits back on his heels. “Keep this nice and deep for me, okay? But if you feel it all leaking out again, let me know.” Taking his long middle finger, he pushes his cum as far into me as he can before standing up and giving me a light slap on the ass.
Helping me stand, he straightens my skirt before pulling me in for a quick, hot kiss. His rakish smirk is irresistible, and I know even if he didn’t make me come just now, he’ll make it up to me later.
Wandering back into the fray, I see that my uncle’s gaze follows us across the room, again. With everything going on, we’ve only briefly spoken, but I’m sure there will be a long meeting sometime later. He’s been keeping a very close eye on Henry and me, though.
Danny has met with my family’s representation, and a large portion of assets were left to me in my father’s will, something that I’m sure Uncle Ivan will have plenty to say about. At thispoint, I really don’t care about any of it. Other than perhaps a nest egg for myself in old age and trusts for my children, I don’t need or want any of my family's money.
