‘She’s an angel. You want to hold on to her,’ he winked at me.
‘I intend to,’ I replied with a smile.
‘I’ll be in touch soon,’ Graham said with a nod before he disappeared back into the crowd.
Samantha kicked off her heels and put her bare feet on the dashboard of my car. She was grinning to herself and her cheeks were flushed pink.
‘You and Robyn looked like you were having fun,’ I said to her.
‘We were. She’s nice. We talked about how much we love being strong independent women. I hate talking about myself usually, but I told her all about how well the firm is doing. You’re welcome by the way.’
I frowned at her. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I’ve just helped you to score the biggest gig of your life, that’s what,’ she grinned.
‘And how do you work that out?’
‘For a successful businessman, Gabe, you’re a bit obtuse sometimes,’ she chuckled.
I let the barb slide given that she was half drunk. ‘Oh? Why’s that?’
‘You really should do your homework. Because if you had, like I did, you would have discovered that Graham has three daughters. His two eldest both have careers in the arts — one is a dance teacher and the other an actress. Robyn, however is more interested in football and golf — just like her dad. But more importantly, she has just graduated with a first class-honours degree in business. Word on the grapevine is that Graham is ready to hand over the reins and Robyn is primed to take over the family business as soon as he does. She will be the one influencing the big decisions now. And do you know how hard it can be being a woman in industry? Robyn doesn’t want to be working with Neanderthal’s like Gary Mitchell who will question every decision she makes just because she’s a woman. She’ll want to work with someone who views women as equals. If I’d gone over there and gushed about how wonderful you are, she’d have seen it as a sales pitch. Instead, I showed her what a supportive and empowering partner you are. Like I said, you’re welcome.’
She rested her head back against the seat with her eyes closed and a smile plastered across her beautiful face. I smiled at her too and felt my dick twitching thinking about getting her home. I loved her so much sometimes it made me feel like I couldn’t breathe.
Chapter 49
Samantha
I climbed out of Gabriel’s car, my heels swinging from my hand. He scooped me into his arms and carried me through the front door, setting me down in the hallway as soon as we were safely inside the house.
‘Thank you for tonight, Sam.’ He smiled at me. ‘You were incredible.’
‘Thank you,’ I grinned. ‘So what’s my reward?’
He pushed me back against the front door. ‘Are you drunk?’ he asked.
‘No. Pleasantly tipsy. But in full control of my faculties,’ I grinned.
‘Okay, I’ll give you your reward,’ he said in my ear. Reaching his hand around my back, he slowly unzipped my dress until it fell into a pool of green fabric at my feet. Pushing the cups of my strapless bra beneath my nipples he took one into his hot, wet mouth and started to suck gently. His other hand reached to my behind, pulling me to him until our bodies were pressed together. The cool cotton of his shirt, juxtaposed against the heat of my skin. He moved his head to my other nipple, giving it the same attention and making me feel the familiar throbbing and pulsing between my thighs. Then he gave me my reward right there in the hallway.
I was sitting in Gabriel’s home-office wading through piles of information to prepare for my day in court on Monday when I heard him padding down the hallway towards me. He bounded into the room, a smile spread across his handsome face. He’d obviously only just got out of bed and was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else. As always, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of his almost naked body.
‘I’ve just had a very interesting phone call,’ he said.
‘Really?’ I raised my eyebrows at him.
‘Graham Johnson has asked for a meeting with me and your dad tomorrow.’
‘What? That’s wonderful. Does that mean you’ve got the contract?’
‘He wants to go over a few finer details, but providing he likes what he hears, then yes, we’ll get the contract.’
I leapt out of my seat and threw my arms around him. ‘That’s amazing, Gabe. I’m so proud of you.’
‘I couldn’t have done it without you, Sam.’
‘Yes you could,’ I blushed.
‘Well, maybe. But I wouldn’t. Being with you has made me want to make our operation more … legitimate. I wouldn’t have even considered going after a contract like this six months ago.’
‘Well, I’m very happy you’re trying to become a respectable business-man after all these years, Gabe,’ I purred in his ear.
He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. ‘I know you’re busy but can you take half an hour to celebrate with me?’ He grinned.
‘I can always make time for you, handsome.’
We didn’t even make it out of his office. He fucked me on his desk, sending the papers I’d been working on scattering across the floor.
Chapter 50
Samantha
The big case I’d been working on was finally over after three long days in court. It had gone in my client’s favour and had been a massive boost to our firm. I’d decided to reward myself with a rare late start. I lay in bed admiring Gabriel’s naked body while he was getting dressed for work. I caught his eye and he smiled.
‘I’m just a piece of meat to you, aren’t I?’ he said.
‘Hmm, pretty much,’ I agreed.
He was wearing his dark grey suit, the one he wore with his black leather belt. I watched as his deft fingers fed the belt through the loopholes, remembering the last time I’d seen him wearing that belt, and the promise he had made me. I’d bought a new suspender belt and matching underwear at the weekend and had been waiting to try them out.
‘You have a very mischievous look on your face, Samantha. What are you up to?’
I fluttered my eyelashes at him. ‘Nothing.’
Walking towards the bed, he cupped my face in his hand and gave me a long, lush kiss. ‘Hmm. That’s a shame. I’ll see you tonight then. Scott will be here at ten to drive you to work. Be nice to him!’
‘Of course I will.’
‘I’ll see you before Court next week, Sarah. We’ll do some final prep then,’ I said as I squeezed my newest client’s hand reassuringly as she stood up to leave. ‘It’ll be okay. You’ve been through much worse, I promise.’
Sarah smiled in response. ‘Thanks, Samantha. I’ll see you next week.’
I had ten minutes before my next client was due to arrive. I had already sent Gabriel three messages. The first one had been fairly tame and I’d told him how much I’d enjoyed the blow job I’d given him that morning. In the second one, I’d told him what I’d like to do to him when we got to his place later. The third was a photograph of the top of my stockings. He’d been on the phone threatening to come over, but I’d told him I had client interviews all day. So, no matter what time he came to the office, we would have an audience of at least one.
I tapped out a fourth message.
Hey handsome. I wish you were here with me. I’m so wet for you I may have to go to the ladies and sort myself out
My phone rang within twenty seconds. ‘I thought you had clients all day?’ he asked.
‘I do. My next one is due in five minutes. Do you think five minutes would be long enough to get myself off?’ I asked.
‘It’d be enough time for me to get you off,’ he growled. ‘I told you after that photograph you were walking a very fine line, Samantha. But you keep pushing me. Do you remember what I told you last time you did this?’
‘Yes, I do. And I noticed you’re wearing your grey suit today.’
I heard him laugh softly before he resumed talking in his trademark menacing growl. ‘I’m going to a meeting with your father and Graham John
son this afternoon. Do you think you can behave yourself for a few hours, at least? I really don’t want to be talking to them with a raging hard on.’
‘Okay. I’ll behave,’ I told him. But of course, I didn’t.
The last of my clients had left and I was catching up on some paperwork when a shadow fell across my desk. I looked up to see Gabriel standing in the doorway, filling it with his massive frame. His jaw clenched shut. His eyes burned into mine.
‘Hello, Samantha,’ he said, his voice low and menacing. If I didn’t know him so well I might have been terrified. Standing up, I walked to the other side of my desk, taking my jacket from the back of my chair. ‘Hey, Gabe. I’m ready to go.’
He closed the door behind him and I heard the click of the lock. ‘What makes you think we’re going anywhere?’ He walked towards me like a tiger stalking its prey. I took a step back from him, bumping into my desk as I did. He smiled, that wicked grin of his that made my breath catch in my throat.
‘Well, this is my office. And I think Nick’s still here,’ I stammered.
‘So? I’ve locked the door.’
‘But he might hear us?’
‘Well, you’d better be quiet then, hadn’t you?’
‘I just assumed we’d be going home.’
‘Why would you think that? What did I tell you? The nearest suitable piece of furniture, I said, didn’t I?’
He placed his hands on the desk either side of me, pushing me back with his body as he did, so I was perched on the edge. Then he pressed his hands down on it firmly, as if testing its sturdiness. ‘This should do fine,’ he said as he looked into my eyes.
I swallowed hard. What the hell had I done? Despite my reservations, I felt the familiar warmth pooling between my legs.
‘Turn around and bend over the desk, Sam,’ he ordered.
I did as he told me, laying my face on the desk, the cool polished wood soothing my flushed cheeks. He slid my skirt up my legs until it was bunched around my waist. Then he ran his warm hands up the length of my legs, from my ankles to the top of my thigh where my stockings ended.
‘I do love you in these, Sam. I’ve been thinking about peeling them off you all day. But that will have to wait until later, won’t it?’
I heard him undoing the buckle on his belt and then the soft whoosh of the leather against the fabric as he slowly slid it off.
‘Are you ready, Sam?’ He asked as he wound the belt around his hand, until once again there was only a foot of leather hanging loose. He trailed it up the inside of my thighs, and then between my legs and over my backside. So very slowly, prolonging the agony — or building the anticipation? Then I felt him draw back his hand before the leather landed on the fleshy part of my behind. It was a shock more than anything. There was no real pain, just a quick sting followed by a tingling sensation where the leather grazed my skin. Gabriel’s free hand rubbed the skin where the belt had marked me, soothing the sting until all I felt was warmth.
‘How many of those sexy little texts did you send me today, Samantha?’ he asked.
I shook my head. How the hell should I know?
‘Six. So, that’s the number of times you’ll feel my belt.’
The final one was the hardest. It stung but Gabriel’s hand soothed my reddened skin before he pulled my underwear to the side and his fingers stroked the length of my cleft.
He leaned over me, his mouth against my ear. ‘God, you’re so fucking wet, Sam. Do you like feeling my belt?’
I could only nod. All of my senses were heightened and I was desperate for the orgasm which had been threatening since he’d ordered me over the desk. It wasn’t long before he had me moaning his name and grinding myself against his fingers. When he’d rubbed the last of my orgasm out of my body, he fucked me so hard that my pen holder toppled off the desk, sending the contents scattering over the floor. His relentless pounding sent me over the edge again. I shouted his name, not caring any longer who could hear me.
Chapter 51
Samantha
Later that evening, I wrapped my arms around myself as I sat on Gabriel’s sofa. The television was on although I wasn’t watching it. Instead I watched the light from it dance across the glass coffee table. I was so deep in thought I didn’t even hear him come into the room until he sat on the sofa beside me. I could smell garlic and herbs from the kitchen, and it made my stomach growl.
Gabriel’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me. ‘What’s wrong?’
I shrugged.
‘Talk to me, Sam,’ he said softly.
‘I’m not really sure, Gabe. I feel kind of... ashamed? About what happened before, about what we did.’
‘Ashamed?’ He raised an eyebrow at me. ‘I don’t seem to recall you actually doing anything, Sam.’
I gave him a gentle shove. ‘I mean because I enjoyed it, Gabe. A lot. What’s wrong with me? I’m supposed to be a strong, independent woman. I consider myself an advocate for women — but I enjoy getting tied up and spanked with a belt. What the hell is that about?’
He pulled me onto his lap and stroked my hair back from my face. ‘Well, for the record, you weren’t tied up and spanked — although that would be incredible and we’ll definitely be giving that a try,’ he said with a grin. ‘But, seriously, why shouldn’t you enjoy those things? Tell me. Do you like what happens when I tie you up?’
I blushed and the memories pulled the corners of my mouth into an involuntary smile.
He laughed. ‘I’ll take that as a yes then. And when I used the belt. Did it hurt you?’
‘No.’
‘So, how did it feel?’
I took a few seconds to recall the feel of the soft leather, warmed from the heat of Gabriel’s body, as it landed on my skin. ‘It stung a little, but no it didn’t hurt. It felt … thrilling … illicit. It was good.’ In fact, the contrast between the belt and the feel of Gabriel’s hands immediately afterwards was incredible.
‘And then what happened? What did you know would happen?’
I could feel the flush rising again, the heat searing up my chest and across my face, and he laughed.
‘Say it,’ he said.
‘You made me come,’ I whispered.
He started to kiss my neck then. ‘I tie you up and spank you because we both enjoy it, Sam. It’s only about ever about your pleasure. I like to be in control, and when it comes to sex, you like to give it up. And there’s nothing wrong with that. I would never take advantage of the power I have over you when you let me do those things. So, why wouldn’t you enjoy it? Have I ever hurt you?’
‘No.’
‘And you know I wouldn’t, don’t you? So, there’s no need to feel bad for letting me make you feel good, is there?’
‘I suppose not,’ I replied. Then he made me feel good again while dinner cooked.
Chapter 52
Samantha
I had been in court all day and afterwards had needed to console my client who was distraught that her ex-partner had been granted supervised access to their three young children after he had made their lives hell for the past two years. By the time I’d got to Gabriel’s house that night, I just wanted to shower, eat and go to bed. He was due to go to Liverpool the following morning to finalise the Johnson contract, and I wanted him all to myself for the night.
But Gabriel had other plans. His aunt, who lived in Cumbria, had paid a surprise visit to London on her way back from her holiday in France and he’d agreed that we’d all go out for dinner together.
‘It’s only for a couple of hours, Sam,’ Gabriel said with a sigh. ‘They sprung it on me at the last minute. They’re only down here for a night. Besides, I want you to meet them.’
I slipped off my robe. ‘Fine. I’ll be ready in half an hour.’
Gabriel rarely saw his aunt and uncle but he always made time for them when they visited London. I had never met them before. I had seen photographs of Gabriel’s mum, Carol and from what he’d told me of her, she sounded like a lovely woma
n, so kind and caring — exactly like my own mum had been. Gabriel’s parents had died within six months of each other — his father when he was seventeen and his mum when he’d just turned eighteen. Prior to their deaths he had been close to both of them and their loss had hit him hard.
A little over thirty minutes later, I was dressed in what I guessed was suitable attire to meet my boyfriend’s relatives for the first time — a turquoise wrap dress. Knee length, and not too much boob on show.
‘You look beautiful,’ Gabriel said, kissing me as I reached the bottom of the stairs.
‘Thank you,’ I smiled, my earlier annoyance gone now that I had showered and changed.
We were meeting Maggie and Hugh at a local Italian restaurant and we arrived just as it was starting to rain outside. ‘Gabriel!’ A woman, I assumed to be his aunt, shouted as we walked through the entrance. She did look like his mum, from the photographs I’d seen of her at least. Just before we walked to join them at their table, I leaned into Gabriel and whispered into his ear.
‘I forgot to tell you, I’m not wearing any underwear.’
His hand, which was on the small of my back, skimmed over my backside. I smiled at him as he realised I wasn’t joking.
Gabriel introduced me to Maggie and Hugh, who I was surprised to find were delightful company. Maggie clearly adored Gabriel. He was the last link to her sister, I supposed. And after a few wines, she and Hugh told me all about their failed efforts to conceive a child of their own. No wonder they enjoyed seeing Gabriel so much when they visited London. And he always made time for them. How thoughtful of him. It was things like that which had made me fall in love with him. Suddenly, I felt ashamed for sulking about having to go out to dinner with them earlier.
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