"No. This is for you. No touching me until I say so," Cage commands.
That's so hot. I nod, knowing he doesn't want me to speak now. He's in control and he wants me to submit. Only he gets to see this side of me. It's the vulnerable side, the weak side that I don't let out very often.
"You'll relax and let it all go for me, won't you, Fee?" he asks.
I nod. "I will."
He knows I need this so I can release the build up of hate and anger. Even when I'm torturing someone for la Famiglia, I can't let it all go. I need to keep it together or I might just lose my mind, and once I do, I'll never get it back. I'd find every fucking Manzini out there and chop them into little pieces.
Cage knows all of this without my having to say a word. He just knows. He knowsme.
He finishes washing himself and steps out of the shower. He towels off, drying that hard, muscular body that still steals my breath. Then he's beckoning me to step forward. He hands me a towel for my hair, then begins drying my body with the other.
He lifts his eyes to mine and I see desire, love, and pride. He always says I undo him. He undoes me with just a look.
Cage lifts me into his arms and sets me on the edge of the bed. He sits behind me, removes the towel from my hair, then begins combing out the tangles.
"Everything about you is beautiful, Fee."
Tears well in my eyes even as I smile.
By the time he's done combing my hair, I'm relaxed—more relaxed than I have been in a long time. Cage slowly lays me back and he goes to kneel before me. He puts lotion on my legs, working his way up, then urges me to turn over. I'm drifting in a haze of near sleep as he puts the cap back on the lotion bottle.
"On your back, Fee," he commands. I do as he says. His hands slide up my legs, slowly working his way between my legs. He spreads them further apart and leans forward, kissing just below my navel. He kisses his way down between my legs, his tongue circles my opening and I let out a gasp. I wasn't expecting him to just go for it. Cage is known to tease me for a long time.
"Legs up," he commands. That glorious tongue slides up and back down my pussy.
He uses his thumbs to open me up to his perusal.
"So beautiful. So wet. So delicious," Cage growls, before licking and sucking—driving me crazy. He slips a finger inside of me, then two, working them in and out of me slowly as his tongue begins circling my clit. I want to cry out, to scream his name, but I know if I do he'll stop.
"Lay still, Fee," he scolds when I lift my hips.
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from begging and pleading with him.
"Mmm," Cage hums, picking up the pace with his fingers, going deeper, harder. The pleasure swirling in me is building and building. His tongue, oh, that tongue, presses harder against my clit and his fingers do that magical curl that fans the embers burning low in my belly, turning them white hot. Ecstasy surges forth through my body, from my belly to the tips of my fingers and toes. I shiver and shake from the strength of my orgasm, and when it eases up, I let out the breath I don't realize I'm holding.
"Such a good girl, Fee," Cage praises. He wipes his mouth with the towel, then sits on the bed, back resting against the headboard. "Come."
I sit up to walk around the bed.
"No."
I look up at him in question.
