Page 85 of Caged in Desire
“Henry, my love,” I begin, my voice breaking immediately, betraying the emotion I’ve been trying so hard to keep contained. “You rescued me unintentionally but completely, and I cannot imagine my life had you not barreled into it. It’s impossible to think of any day without you because you are woven into the fabric of the magic of a life that I never thought would be possible. I’ll follow you wherever you lead, and I promise to vex you as often as possible. And to keep you young.”
This gets a laugh from the crowd, and my desired effect: a grin and an eye roll from Henry.
“I vow to love and cherish you above all others, and face life as a family regardless of what comes our way, until my last day,” I finish, enjoying the predatory gaze in his eyes because he knows what’s coming.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair. You may kiss the bride!” Jack exclaims, and Henry is immediately on me like he’s never kissed me before, as if I’m an oasis in the desert.
After way too long, he pulls away and gives me a look of such pure love that my heart feels like it’s going to burst.I can’t believe this is my life.We turn, and everyone cheers from wherethey’ve already spread out to the snack tables. We must have been absorbed in our kiss for longer than we thought.
I see Ivan cooing over one of thetwonewborns Margot is holding, Ledger trying to help LJ walk, Mrs. Potts laughing with Sloane, and Sasha deep in conversation with Blanche…
As Henry and I quietly sneak back inside, I know that nobody will miss us for a few minutes. I’m going to defile my husband, then laugh the night away with my family. Kat from six months ago could never have dreamed things would end up this way, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
I have my family, and I’mhome.
Epilogue 2
“You look perfect, darling. Although I’ll admit I’m not pleased at other men seeing you so scantily dressed,” I say, trying to soothe Katarina’s nerves.
She’s more excited than nervous, but I can tell she’s feeling a bit out of her element as we drive toward my brothers’ club, Rendezvous, in the city. Tonight’s party is themed to “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, and she looks divine in a minidress of her signature periwinkle, with flowers woven into the braid down her back.
“I’m excited, more anticipatory than nervous, I think. I just can’t imagine your brothers or their wives in a sexual context at all, so I hope it’s not weird,” she explains, and I understand the sentiment. Anyone’s first time at a sex club is going to be daunting, and more so if you’re there with family who are also the owners.
Squeezing my hand on her thigh as I pull the car in and park at the back of the club, I’m more thankful than ever that I drive almost exclusively automatic vehicles these days. Shifting wasforcing me to remove my hands too often, and keeping one hand on her at all times while driving is a much better alternative.
“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised. Ledger and Jack have outdone themselves with this place, and we’ll move from the bar area gradually into the more explicit areas. But I have to tell you, darling. We might run into women from my past in here tonight,” I say, absolutely hating that I didn’t think to have Ledger ensure there were no tickets available for any of my past partners.
“You own my heart and my soul, and I don’t even remember their names now that you’re in my life. You’ve completely erased anyone who came before you, Katarina,” I finish softly, looking at her so she can see the truth in my gaze.
She smiles sweetly back at me, squeezing my hand. I search for any hint of discomfort, but I don’t find any.
“Thank you. But I think I’ll be okay. I knew it was a possibility once you asked me if I wanted to come, and while I would obviously rather never see those women, it’s bound to happen. I actually discussed my jealousy with Dr. Benedict, and she thinks it’s rooted in the disparity between our experience levels as well as the number of partners. She actually suggested it might be healthy to explore more partners for me to be able to…”
“She what?” I yell, feeling the steering wheel crack in my grip as I squeeze as hard as I can to try to dispel some energy.
“Gotcha,” Katarina says with a wink before continuing. “You’re very easy to rile. But I did talk it over with her, and I think I’ll be okay.”
She leans over the console to give me a soft kiss, and I blink, my heart rate barely coming down as my rage subsides a bit. I crack my neck back and forth and get out of the car, moving around to the passenger side to open her door. My little wife has a pleased expression on her face, looking far too happy about her joke.She won’t be happy when her ass is so raw she can’t sit fora week.I remind myself we aren’t here to play, necessarily, and we both agree that’s something we need to talk about after she’s experienced the club and had time to digest. We’re going to start with drinks in the VIP area with the family, then perhaps indulge the girls with time on the dance floor.
When I lead Katarina through the private back entrance straight into VIP, we see Margot and Sloane sitting in a large semicircular half booth, facing the dance floor but set back enough from the balcony railing that we aren’t easily seen by patrons. It’s nice to see both of them out and looking well rested, considering they both have babies at home. I give Katarina a kiss on the temple and a smack on the ass, letting her know it’s fine for her to leave me and go join the girls. They squeal when they see her and hop up to envelop her in a hug and squeeze her between them, immediately including her in whatever discussion they’re engrossed in.
I walk past them to take the stairs down to the bar, hearing Sloane say, “I swear! I did! I rode him right there in the middle, in front of everyone…I know! But it was really…”
Her voice fades as I shake my head, letting the security guard know that I’ve added additional men to the perimeter for the night and making sure he has the updated plans. Although the immediate threat to my wife’s life was eliminated, her family’s…unique activities led me to hire additional security staff full-time. She hasn’t outright said it, but I know their around-the-clock presence at the estate makes her feel more secure.
Finding my brothers at the bar, I see I’m just in time to say hello before following them back up to VIP.
“Big bro!” Jack cries, wrapping me immediately in a bear hug. Ledger joins in, ensuring that all eyes are on us as we have a way-too-long group embrace.
“I’m glad you made it out tonight, brother,” Ledger says, wiping a tear. He’s been very emotional since his daughter wasborn, and has been prioritizing family life over everything else. I’ve seen more of him and Jack since our mystery was solved than I have in the past twenty years at least, and I can honestly say I’ve never been happier. Game nights, cookouts, family vacation planning…it’s been a family-centered whirlwind in the Sinclair household lately.
Following the server carrying our champagne bucket upstairs, I look around at the throngs of people clearly having a great time before taking part in any debauchery this evening. It feels so different to be here with Katarina.My wife.Whether this ends up being something she’s interested in or not, I couldn’t care less. Our life together, largely consisting of being homebodies while fucking all around the estate, fulfills me in ways I never expected. If we never cross the threshold of a club again, that’s fine with me. Especially with the play we have planned for the first time this weekend…
Finally making our way back after being briefly waylaid by a business associate of Jack’s from New York, the girls’ animated discussion falls silent as we approach the booth. Scooping Katarina into my lap, I bury my face in her neck, inhaling deeply before biting down hard.
She lets out a hiss of displeasure, squirming in my lap and making my already half-hard cock come to life even more.
“Do I even want to know what you three were talking about?” I murmur into her ear as I trace light circles on her thigh. A glance to the other side of the booth reveals my brothers similarly bewitched with their own wives, nobody paying attention to anyone else.
