He tugs me forward, dragging me a few steps to an open door and tosses me inside. The door slams shut, and I jump.
“You have crossed the line, pet.”
I whip around, ready for him. “So have you. Make up your mind. Take me or don’t, but don’t dangle me around and play with me like a toy. I told you I can take what you do to me. To my body. But not my mind.”
He swallows the space between us, his shoes hitting mine. I almost fall back. He reaches out, grabbing my neck. “Since when do you make the rules, little bird? I warned you and gave you an out, but you wanted to act brave. Little naïve Hazel Winters thinks she knows what she wants. You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
I try to push him off me, but he’s like stone. “Oh, I do know what I want. It’s you who’s naive. Afraid of me? I think you’re a coward. Can’t handle—”
His lips crash against mine, soft yet bruising. He parts my lips, and the faint taste of scotch teases my tongue as he works his around mine. His grip on my neck tightens, and I reach up, tugging at his hair. Two can play this game.
All too soon, he rips his lips from mine. I open my mouth to question why he stopped when he pushes me backward. I fall, landing on top of a plush bed. A switch flips inside of him. He’s not the cool and collected man I know. Before me is a wild beast, and I’m his prey. His eyes grow stormy, and I know I’m in trouble. He’s quick, eating up the space between us and climbing onto the bed. His heavy body blankets mine, and he bows his head, brushing his chin up the side of my cheek. I drown in his gentleness—my first mistake. I should never have let my guard down around a man with dark needs and the appetite of a starved man. He captures my arms and tugs them up above my head. Before I can question his next move, a metal clicking sound resonates, and he’s handcuffed my left wrist.
“What are you—?”
I whip my head to the right as he restrains my other wrist.
“Gabriel, please…” I beg and writhe under him on the bed.
He doesn’t answer me. He doesn’t even look at me as he slides off the bottom of the bed and stands. He rips down my pants, tears off my underwear, and spreads my legs wide. An unfamiliar sound travels up my throat the moment his mouth covers my sex. He’s not gentle. Nor patient. He’s untamed and ravenous as he devours me.
“Oh, God.” My neck arches back, my lips parting. He’s ruthless with his mouth, and it almost becomes too much. My hips buckle when he takes two fingers and pushes them inside me. He works a third one in, and I cry out as his long fingers take me so deeply that his knuckles are met by the barrier of my sex. He doesn’t stop until my body begins to seize, then pulls out as soon as my climax starts to take hold.
“You…I swear to God!” If he leaves me unsated again, I’m going to kill him.
He’s gone completely mute on me. I yelp when he lifts my legs and flips me. My arms, still bound, cross, and he pushes my ass in the air, smashing my head into the pillow.
“You will watch your damn mouth with me.” I cry out as the first lash slashes across my ass. Tears burn my eyes as my flesh stings like hell.
“Gabriel—”
I tug on my restraints as the second one slices across my skin. “Oh, fuck.” I grit my teeth as a thousand tiny prickles ripple along my cheek. The third is just as painful, but the fourth starts a dull throbbing between my legs.
“You’re going to pay for coming here without my permission. Hitting me. Disrespecting me.” Another lash explodes across my burning flesh.
“I’m sorry, Gabriel—”
“You don’t get to call me that, pet. I am the one who owns you. Your lifeline. When we’re in this room, when I have you down on your knees at my disposal, you will respect me. Submit to me. Do you understand?”
Another lash. “Yes. Yes,” I pant, unable to catch my breath.
“Not good enough. Yes, what?”
I remember from the first night here. The way the woman addressed the man. “Master.”
“Ah…she finally learns.” He drops the whip, and before I can calculate his next move, his lips are pressed against the welts and soothing my stinging flesh. He has a death grip on my thighs, his fingers mere inches from my sex. A current of need pulsates through me. “Do you need attention, pet? Want me to take care of the ache in that sweet cunt? My cunt?”
“Yes, please.” I cry out in desperation as his fingers dig into my thigh. “Yes, Master.”
“As you wish, little bird.” He grabs at my hips and raises my ass up, propping my knees on the bed. His hands disappear from my waist, only to grab at my cheeks and spread them apart. “Look at my beautiful ass. One day, I will own this ass. Fuck you here until you scream.” His finger grazes over my puckered hole, and I clench. “Stop. You don’t get to hide this from me.” My ears perk up in nervous anticipation as I listen to his movements. Before I can question what his intentions are, he leans over me, unlatching my restraints.
“Up. On all fours like a good little pet.” An inferno of heat swirls in my belly. The way he speaks to me causes me to soak the inside of my thighs. I pull my body up and lock myself in place. My head turns to watch his next move when his hand reaches in front of me and forces my mouth open with an object.
“I believe you know what to do.” My heart hammers as I open my mouth and take in the butt plug, soaking it with my saliva. He works it in and out to tease me, wanting me to remember our night together. “That’s my girl. Work yourself up for me.” The plug suddenly disappears from my mouth, along with the heat of him as he kneels behind me. He spreads me once again and presses the coolness of the glass plug to my opening. “Relax.” I try to obey, but I start to panic when he slowly pushes the object inside me. It’s foreign, and I’m not sure I like it. Gabriel smacks my ass, and it sends a jolt of pleasure to my sex.
“Fucking beautiful.” The bed shifts as he climbs off. The mirrored wall in front of me allows me to watch as he undresses. All male, regal and terrifying. When he drops his pants, I gasp.
“If you make a sound, I will tie you back up and gag you. I will stop fucking you and leave you here until the ache becomes so bad, you’re forced to rub your cunt against the sheets to get off.”
He climbs back on the bed, aligning himself at my opening. Claiming a handful of my hair, he guides my head back so I have no other choice but to lock eyes with him, then thrusts into me.
There’s no way I can stay silent. My cunt stretches wide to accommodate him, and I scream out in pleasure. He’s so big. Too big. My body can’t take it all. He pulls out, then drives back in. “Still so tight. Tell me, have you been saving yourself for me, little bird?”
I have. “Yes,” I pant, pushing back into him. The plug intensifies my arousal. I’ve never felt so full.
“Has anyone at school had a taste of what’s mine?”
“No. No one—ahhh,” I whimper as he tugs my head back, allowing him to go deeper.
“That’s right. Feel my cock inside you. So deep. I’m branding you. Fuck.” He becomes wild then, slamming into me with such force, I become dizzy. In and out, he drives harder, faster. I’m about to fly off the edge of euphoria. I’ve never been taken so roughly, so intensely. I fear I’m about to blackout. My orgasm takes me by force. My body starts to seize, and white lights shoot behind my eyes. I scream so hard as I orgasm, losing all sense of reality. Gabriel is close to breaking me when he pulls out, and warmth spreads up my back. I collapse.
“Shit,” he growls, falling over me, battling to catch his breath. “You okay?” I can’t answer. I’m not okay. Quickly he sits up and lifts me, cradling me in his arms. “Hey, stay with me here.” He gently taps on my cheek to keep me awake.
“Am I dead?” I ask, fighting to keep one eye open.
His chuckle confirms I may be in heaven. “No, little bird. Just slightly wounded.”
“Up we go.” He lifts me off the bed and carries me to a side door that leads to an attached bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He turns on the water and
walks us into the steaming shower. “Put your hands on the wall and bend forward.”
“Gabriel, I don’t think I can—”
“Relax, pet. Take a deep breath.” I do, the air lodging in my throat when he removes the plug. “Absolutely breathtaking.” He places the plug on the ledge and proceeds to wash my entire body, then my hair, until there’s not a spec of sin left on me. When he’s done, and I’m dried off, I begin to feel like myself again.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Better. Thank you.”
“Good,” he says, then walks away, putting distance between us. My heart plummets. I fear this is where he rejects me. My throat tightens, ready to spew out reasonings and excuses—anything to fight for what we’re creating here. “There needs to be rules set.” He turns to face me, his once relaxed smile gone. “You coming to the club is unacceptable.”
I take two frantic steps toward him but stop. My mind takes a dark turn. If this isn’t because he doesn’t want me, it has to be because he doesn’t want me interfering with his other prospects. Worry transforms into anger. I eliminate the remaining space between us, looking him in the eyes. “Why, because this is where you bring all your women? Don’t want us to cross paths?”
His eyes flicker with anger. “Watch your mouth. It’s where your father is, for one. What would he say if he caught wind that his daughter, who’s supposed to be at school, is walking into his private club demanding to see me?”
My stomach drops. “I didn’t think—”
“You didn’t.”
“You were ignoring me, and when I called my dad, he said—”
His hand raises, his thumb gripping at the vein pulsating in my neck. “I don’t do petty jealousy. I don’t cater to insecurities. If I don’t answer your call, then you sit and wait longer.”
There’s a moment of silence before he continues. “I have my reasons for everything I do. None of which I will explain.” He stops, then retracts his hand. “I was with your father all day. I couldn’t answer.”
I feel like a complete idiot. My cheeks flush with humiliation because he’s right. I reacted because of petty jealousy. My head bows in shame. “I’m sorry. This… it’s still all so new to me. I was losing my mind.”
His thumb reaches for my mouth to caress my bottom lip. “I know you are. But this isn’t something I will let slide. When it’s time, I will punish you. And you will show me in other ways how sorry you are.”
His words aren’t threats. They’re promises that stimulate this carnal being inside me I never knew existed. I widen my lips, his sensual touch working me up. I’m so close to begging for my retribution when he speaks.
“It’s time to go.” My eyes widen. My words are swallowed down. He’s dismissing me. “Don’t look so wounded. It’s for the best. If your father catches you, we’ll both be in a heap of trouble.”
The thought of my dad finding out sobers me up. I stand straighter, nodding. “You’re right.” I redress while he makes a call. Feeling like an intruder in his conversation, I walk away and wait for him by the door. The imprint of his thumb is still warm against my bottom lip, and I suck it into my mouth, wishing I was sucking his finger into my mouth. My thoughts become indecent, and I blush, turning away, fiddling with a strand of hair. He ends his call and dominates the space between us until he’s hovering over me. He takes claim of my chin, gripping it with less gentleness than before.
“You’re in luck. Your father seems to be occupied at the moment.” His pressure hardens. “You will never again put me in the predicament you did tonight. Understood?” I nod. “No more alcohol. I want you clearheaded and sober. Always. What I have in store for you, I need you aware at all times.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t—”
“Again, pet. You will pay for your sins. I have rules for a reason, and I won’t change those. Even for you.”
I nod once more. He opens the door, and I’m surprised to see the woman from the door waiting outside. “Clara will escort you out the private exit. Be well, little bird. We’ll talk soon.”
And just like that, I’m dismissed. No goodbye kiss. No hug or praises on how amazing that was. He walks away from me and shuts the door to the bathroom.
“After you, miss.”
I turn and walk away.
Gabriel
I crossed the line. And damn, it was intoxicating. She was everything I imagined. Delicious in every manner. The richest delicacy. Willing and compliant. Her mouth needed to be silenced. She needed to be tamed, but a part of me enjoyed her untamed side. She didn’t listen, which pissed me off. But it was also quite entertaining. I had her on edge. Confused. Sexually deprived. But it was nothing compared to what she was making me feel.
I was serious about no more drinking. If I ever call and she’s out of sorts again, I’m done with her. But not before I murder any nitwit boy trying to get what’s mine. I swirl the scotch in my glass, losing myself in the memory of her tied up and flushed. Her pussy was like heaven to sink into. I claimed every moan that fell off the plump lips that I have so many plans for. She was innocent and tranquil, a clean canvas just waiting for me to ruin. And I couldn’t be any more pleased about it.
The problem is, she’s not easily accessible. If she was, she’d never leave my bed. I’d hide her away in my castle, take her to my own playroom, and do so many filthy things to her. This only leaves me tense and grumpy. I’m used to relieving my aggression regularly. I should take a woman to a room.
But I don’t.
For her.
This nagging feeling has me caring about how she would feel if I was with another woman. Even that angers me. I don’t care what others think. I’m a man of eccentric taste and needs. I don’t require emotion—just the physical.
Until her.
I slam the whole glass, needing to numb the bullshit swimming in my mind. I look at the time. It’s close to one in the morning, but I pull my phone out and dial her number. It takes a few rings, and I become edgy that she’s already disobeyed me and is out drinking. She answers on the fourth ring, her voice laced with sleep.
“Hello?”
I don’t say anything, just like the other calls I’ve made to her this week. I need to know she’s being a good little girl.
“Hello?” Her sleepy voice awakens my cock. Fuck, I need to find an outlet. “Gabriel, I know it’s you. I have caller ID.”
“I want you home—this weekend. Call your daddy and tell him you miss him. You’re coming for a little visit.”
“I’m not sure he’s in town—”
“Don’t question me, little bird. Friday night. You belong to me, and you do as I say. I expect you in a timely manner. I don’t take kindly to tardiness.”
She sighs through the phone. “All right, Gabriel. I’ll be there.”
“Who?”
I get off on the way her breath hitches. She knows she’s made an error. Her voice is weaker as she whispers, “Yes, Master.”
I wonder if she can sense the smile breaching across my face. How hard she makes me when she complies. “’Til then, little bird.”
Friday
I’ve had a shit day. A three-month deal on the verge of signing, and they get cold feet. An in-and-out handshake turned into hours of debate and smoothing over with still no signature. Not to mention, I received a text from Hazel telling me she can’t meet me until later. Heath, that fuck, wants to take them for pizza. My hand twitches, planning out her punishment. It’s time she understands what disobeying me entails. Timeliness is a rule she needs to learn. I’ve been anticipating her visit since our call, and now I have to wait longer, putting me in an even more sour mood.
It’s close to midnight when my phone notifies me someone’s at the gate. I watch on the camera as she enters the code I gave her and races up the long driveway.
My phone rings, and I growl seeing my assistant’s name. “What is it?” I snap.
“They aren’t signing. I need you to come back.”
“Not fucking happening,” I snap, watching Hazel climb out of her car.
“But they said—”
“Keep them happy until tomorrow. I don’t give a fuck what you do. I won’t be back in until the morning. Figure it the fuck out. Do not call me again.” I hang up just as the doorbell chimes.
“I’m so sorry. I had to sneak out. My dad was still awake. My roommate came with me. I had to make sure she was asleep.”
I love how nervous she is. I thrive off her devotion to please me. “Come in,” I say, stepping aside as she rushes past me. Her eyes widen as she surveys my home. She’s no stranger to luxury as her house is just as lavish.
“Wow, your house is beautiful.”
I walk up behind her, trailing my finger down her back. “Did you expect it not to be?” I dip my head and treat myself to a taste of the sweet flesh just above her shoulder blade.
“No, I guess I expected your house to be… darker, not pristine white. You know, more like the devil’s lair, not God’s palace.”
I laugh against her skin. “Thank you. Shall we get started?” I should be more of a gentleman. Offer her a drink. Court her before I defile her. She’s not just some woman for my taking. She’s a beautiful treasure who deserves more than I’m willing to offer. But I’m done waiting. Tonight, she’s all mine—every beautiful inch.
Hazel nods, and I take her hand and lead her down the marble staircase, stopping at the door of my playroom. I can’t deny the jolt of excitement as her face lights up when I open the door and bring her inside. I rarely bring women to my home, but I make sure I’m always prepared. The room holds a regal king-size bed with your typical toys: whips, cuffs, chains, floggers, insertions galore. I stand behind her as she observes the room, her eyes taking in the objects hanging from the wall.
“What are you thinking, little bird?” I ponder.
“You have quite the collection here,” she says. Something out of character for me happens. I throw my head back and bellow out a deep laugh. A layer of stress melts away. I spank her, trying to hide my smile as I walk into the room and pull down the bed chains.
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