Chained (Caged #2)(35)

The silent cry that left me hurt my throat as Anderson’s grip tightened with his own climax.

His forehead dropped to my stomach and he gasped with every jerk of his cock, his cum spilling into me and prolonging my own orgasm with the sudden warm rush.

We both panted, gulping for air to settle the frenzy inside us. I watched his back heave, the solid line of his shoulders completely covering the width of my body. The herbal smell of his hair invaded my nostrils, and the feel of his breath on my skin sent me into a lull of relaxation.

Anderson gently kissed my belly, and then chuckled. “Sorry, little guy. Didn’t mean to bounce you around so much.”

Lifting himself off me, he pulled up his jeans and then grabbed a small box out of a nearby cupboard. Pulling my leg to one side, Anderson carefully applied a plaster to the small cut in my thigh, and then placed another soft kiss on top. “Good as new.”

He grinned up at me and I beamed back at him.

Maybe things were going to be okay after all. Maybe the unease I’d seen in Anderson’s eyes many times was just my imagination.

I couldn’t help but smile when I realised the anxiety that had bubbled in my gut not an hour ago had floated away with my orgasm.

Huh. Nicely played, Anderson.





THE FOLLOWING NIGHT, ANDERSON WAS at a fight. Robbie was assigned with the needless task of babysitting me, and Caroline had retired for the night.

I was bored.

Robbie was snoring on the sofa as I sat in the chair watching reruns of Game of Thrones. The frequent images of blood on the TV screen made me smile, the memory of yesterday’s overwhelming orgasm making me bite my lip. Afterwards, Anderson had carried me upstairs and then proceeded to care for me in ways that made my heart still. He’d been so tender, his fingers digging deep into my tense muscles as he massaged my need for food away. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the orgasm he had given me had already seen to that, but his manipulation of my muscles had felt so good I’d let him carry on.

He’d whispered words of love to me without actually saying the three little words I longed to hear. I knew he felt guilty for taking me the way he had, and I’d tried in vain to settle his worries, insisting over and over that it had been my choice.

But he was a stubborn man, and he’d quickly silenced me by making love to me slowly and affectionately, his tenderness bringing an orgasm that hadn’t touched the formidable one I’d experienced only a couple of hours earlier. I didn’t think anything could touch that level again.

Red sighed, echoing my boredom. “You need a run, Red?” I asked quietly, not wanting to wake Robbie.

She shot up, her tail wagging happily with the word ‘run.’

“Come on then.”

She trotted behind me, following me through the kitchen and into the back garden. Trying to rid her pent up energy, she shot down the steps and disappeared into the darkness at the back of the long garden.

Going back inside, I made a cup of tea and followed her out.

The stars were bright, the clear night sky bringing with it a severe chill to the air. I shivered, pulling my cardigan around me to trap in some heat as I meandered down the decking stairs and onto the lawn. Red barked in the distance, probably spotting some random animal in the undergrowth and deciding it would be a fun toy.

The steam from my tea swirled high and I took a sip. For the first time in a long while I felt settled, at ease with myself. I’d never much ‘liked’ myself. The way I had forbidden Samantha a memory and the recognition she deserved had always hung heavy in my soul, and kept me on the edge of fear.

Now there was a calm that had settled inside me. Yet there was a niggle of worry, this time due to other factors, that refused to allow my mind any peace.

I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what but I saw it in Anderson. I’d catch him looking at me with so much sadness that it had stolen my breath. The way he watched me, with both awe and bleakness, verified the fact that he was troubled.

The way he spoke to my stomach with so much sorrow confused me. He spoke as though he wasn’t ever going to see our baby grow up. He’d slipped up once or twice, and I’d seen the flicker of discipline flash in his eyes before he’d changed his mood and then spoke with happiness.

I’d tried to question Robbie earlier, but he had shaken me off. But I’d seen the knowledge in his eyes. He knew exactly what was going on and it maddened me to know they were both excluding me.

Anderson had failed to get any information from Terry, or so he’d told me.

I frowned to myself as I took another drink of my tea. What if Terry had told him something so bad that Anderson daren’t tell me? Had it been something Terry had told him that was causing all this trouble to his mind?

I knew Anderson would never tell me, especially if it was something concerning me.

Dreading the decision that came into my mind, I swallowed my nerves and whistled low for Red’s attention. She came immediately, her obedience one of the things I loved her for.

Locking up, Red tilted her head at the sudden anxiety that coated every one of my hitched breaths, but she backed down when I clicked my fingers towards her bed. She sat upright, regarding me suspiciously.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay.”

Her tail wagged as I bent and stroked her head, but she watched me like a hawk as I opened the basement door and stepped into hell itself.