Page 28 of Caged By the Stranger
“You’re completely fucking mental, aren’t you?”
“Three violations, Charlie,” he says, turning back to his nightstand. “Settled by the very thing that you came to the club for. I think I’m being more than reasonable.”
He is absolutely out of his damn mind. Now I do scoff. “Even if I agreed to settling up your bullshit violations, which would never hold up in court, there’s just one problem—I couldn’t fucking come in this stupid contraption even if I wanted to.”
He turns back from his nightstand with a bottle of lube in his hands, making my breath catch. How does he keep doing that to me? I’ve never been so taken by surprise by someone this many times. I stare as he opens the cap and dribbles some on his index and middle fingers. The fucking gall on him, acting like I’ve already agreed.
“You should make sure to read contracts more thoroughly if you’re considering the promotion. My legal team is very thorough, Charlie. You really don’t strike me as the kind of person who’d want to go to court over your wrongdoings, but,”—he lets out a sigh—“if that’s the way you prefer it, I’ll respect your decision.” Closing the bottle, he sets it back on the nightstand, looking at me so innocently, I almost want to laugh again.
Why does he have to keep saying my name like we’re…close? It gives me gooseflesh each time he does. And what’s with dangling the promotion in this fucked up conversation? Like I even have a chance or even want to work directly under him after this evening. And, no, I didn’t read the stupid fine printon whatever I signed to get into his club. I still highly doubt that making someone come as compensation for a private club violation would even be entertained for a court hearing. He’s right about one thing, however, I sure as hell am not going to push it that far. No one but us is going to know about this, if I can help it.
“I can’t fucking come in this thing,” I grit. “I…tried. Okay? Now, just go get the fucking key. I’ll pay whatever you want.”
I can’t believe I’m falling for blackmail, but I’m so over this. And watching him rub the lube together with his other fingers has me trembling. Not in fear. I wish it were in fear. My body remembers the last time he had lube on his fingers and how good those fingers felt, making my cock twitch inside its barrier. What the hell is wrong with me?
“It makes me so sad that you believe that,” he whispers tenderly. “I came in mine so many times. They were some of the best releases of my life. You’re missing out, truly. That alone is worth a try; forget that it’d leave you even with the club. Think of it as a gift in exchange for the one you offered to me that day you called through the portal.”
When he takes a step closer to me, my lungs lock up from a punch of unexplainable lust that hits me in the abdomen. Yeah, I asked him to come back, but…but that was before I knew it was him.
How can I be turned on right now? It’s Rory. Rory, who locked me up and didn’t tell me he was my CEO. Never mind that it’s also Rory who has a magic mouth. He’s still a dick.
Me and my stupid fucking kink of being aroused by the unknown. I’ve never been this turned on face to face with someone, though. Dark clubs and dark bedrooms, maybe, but never when I have to hear and see a potential partner this much. Never when I know the guy as much as I’ve come to know Rory. It’s too…personal.
“I…I’m not…you…you’re not fucking me,” I manage, hating the building pressure in my already strained balls.
He just stares at me with that unnervingly calm gaze and more of what looks like sympathy. “It breaks my heart that you sound so adamant about that. I was so proud of you for being open enough to go to the club.” He steps closer into my personal space. I tell myself I don’t move as a show of defiance, but I honestly don’t know if I can. That strange sensation of paralysis is settling in again from having him this close. “How about if I get the lights so it’s closer to how you like it? Maybe you can be brave for me again.”
Air floods my starved lungs again when he steps away. My brain scrambles for more expletives and arguments to talk sense to the most aggravating man in the world. Of course, I don’t have to do this. It’s absolutely ludicrous. Coming for him so I can clear my name at some club I never intend on returning to again? Utter bullshit. But I want this thing off my cock before this ship docks back on the main island and he disappears back to headquarters. I’m not stopping in there to beg him anymore to get me out of this. And this has been more than enough humiliation for one century. I don’t even want to think about showing it to a doctor when I get back home.
The room goes dark except for a soft glow of moonlight coming from the gap around his cabin window’s shade. It’s a cruel effect, instantly making my flesh go tight at the knowledge I’m now alone in the dark, half-naked, with a willing, hot-blooded man. A man willing to do the very thing I once sought him out for. How does he know my undoing so well?
The way his quiet, calculating stare assessed me briefly at the convention months ago paints a completely different picture now. Did he know then? Is it even possible for someone to read another person so well?
“You’ll like it, Charlie. Trust me. You trusted me before.”
I try to reply to his confident assumption, but the words get caught in my throat as I track his shadowy figure moving back toward me. Blinking in the darkness, I clear my throat.
“I doubt it. And that was… before I knew you were a manipulative ass.”
He makes a noise with his tongue. “I think you’ve got me all wrong. I saw that beautiful trembling cock of yours poke through the opening, trusting and eager. And then I could practically hear you clawing at the wall like you wanted to rip through it to come to the other side. God,” he sighs. “Did you know I closed my eyes and imagined you doing just that? Running your fingers through my hair, guiding my head, thrusting into my mouth to give yourself what you wanted?”
Jesus, hell. How can he talk like that? I’ve never heard anyone talk like that. Not about me.
“And I’d have given it to you,” he continues. “I knew you were special. At least…I thought you were. It was so sweet what you offered—begging me to be the one to come back rather than taking whoever we assigned to come to your room. I was touched. That’s why I had that present made just for you. I wanted to return the compliment. I thought you’d like it.”
I can almost see his face in the shadows now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness. I can barely breathe as his heady words shower over me. Am I…responsible for some of this?
Ididbeg him to come back. And yesterday, up on the flydeck, I even admitted that I found it hot at first when he put the cage on me. Saying things like that to someone like Rory is like throwing a steak into a kennel of starving dogs. I can see that now.
My gaze scans all over the dark figure in front of me as my pulse kicks in my jugular. My nuts are so hard they’re practically throbbing at this point and…and my freaking sphincter just clenched. It’s an awkward reminder of how I was able to achievethat dry orgasm the other day. It’s the only way I was even remotely able to get myself close to coming.
“And if…if this doesn’t work,” I choke out, sounding hoarse, wondering where his lubed-up fingers are right now. “You’ll still take it off?”
“Oh, Charlie…you really don’t pay attention to rules. After those intriguing stats you shut Gerald down with earlier, I’m surprised.”
“Yeah, I fucking know I’m not getting a promotion, so just…just leave that out of this.”
His heat grows hotter. I can make out the shape of his body right in front of me now.
