by Kaia Bennett
She took it all in stride. Sometimes when the prospective groupies got exceptionally rude, she’d assert dominance by kissing Gabriel long and hard. But why be too cruel when he was hers and she was his?
And she was his, in every way, in ways he didn’t even know yet. Utterly and thoroughly his.
The weight of knowing she loved him but couldn’t say it was sitting heavy on her shoulders. She was getting scared she’d blurt it out, because things were growing more intense. The floodgates had been opened, and Gabriel trusted her to see a side of himself she knew he’d spent a great deal of time protecting her from. Every once in a while they had a taste for sex with more bite. Not just orgasm denial and new positions, but pain, sharp, with a side of degradation. After another event where she’d shown her dominance in the face of his growing roster of groupies, she was enjoying that extra bite, that other side he used to hide from her coming out full force.
She trusted him to mine her fears and deepest desires, to play with them, and then hold her safely in his arms when it was over. It distracted her from seeking the tenderness she wanted from him, from saying the words “I love you” and hoping he’d say them back. Patience was a virtue she practiced every day.
Nicole was fading out, growing limp from overuse. Screaming, panting, shaking, coming, and then repeating it. She ached. She hurt. But he didn’t stop. He wasn’t done and she didn’t want him to be. She was his to use, his toy, his nasty slut. He’d fuck her until he was tired and she had no choice but to take it, to submit. She liked that and it was a relief to find that he liked it too. It didn’t make her unlovable after, and her insatiable nature with other guys was now finally being satiated with Gabriel. Perfect, sweet, kinky Gabriel, whose hand was wrapped tightly around her throat while he slapped her face lightly and pummeled her ass into another orgasm.
“Thank you for letting me come,” she croaked. He no longer had to remind her of what to say after hours of punishment.
She felt like she was going to pass out she was so exhausted, but Gabriel’s love tap across her cheek snapped her into wakefulness. His hold on her throat held her in place while she squirmed under him.
She didn’t want gentleness now. She didn’t want kindness. She wanted to drown in something else, to forget everything but the feel of him taking her, driving her, pushing her beyond what she’d known before. For her, this was her way of saying those three little words, this was reality outdoing all the timid fantasies she used to have about him.
He flipped her over, straddled her hips and once again shoved hard into her tight hole above her equally fatigued pussy. She screamed into the pillow, but he tugged hard on her hair until she was wailing into the open air. Long, hard lunges rocked her until she was sobbing silently. But she didn’t ask him to stop. Had she even hinted at it he would have, but she didn’t want him to stop. She could already feel another orgasm approaching.
“All those years you made me think you were a sweet girl,” he said, pausing in his brutal thrusts to tease her. “You had everyone fooled, but I know better now, Nic. I know what a nasty little slut you are.”
He buried himself within her mercilessly, an endless piston of thrusts echoed through her room, the sticky slapping of flesh connecting with flesh filling the air. She was soaked in sweat, thighs covered in her own come and still that wasn’t enough. Still she wanted more.
“What are you, Nic?”
“A nasty—ahh!! Your, I’m your nasty, dirty slut. I’m your dirty girl. I-I’m…”
She couldn’t speak. The way he rocked her body against the bed as he fucked her hard and fast stole her voice, her breath.
The growl he loosed in her ear when he bent over her literally made her pussy pulse.
He rolled over, still lodged firmly within her ass, until she was on top, her eyes focused on the ceiling, which was a white blur above her. His hands were all over her sweat-slick body, sliding against her curves, grasping them harshly.
“Mmm…move that tight fucking ass, little girl. I want you to ride me.”
She was so fucking exhausted, she didn’t even try to sit up. She let her legs flop open and forced herself to slide against the slippery planes of his body, wriggling up and down the length of his cock. But soon that wasn’t enough for him.
“Faster,” he moaned, two hands gripping her waist. She found the last reserves of her energy and used them to sit up on her knees. Hands twisted in the sheets between his legs, she lifted and lowered herself faster than before, but still at a leisurely pace. She felt so tender, so raw and spent. If she could just catch her breath…
He smacked her ass hard in response. She yelped in surprise, and then again when he sat up and tugged on her hair until she leaned back against him, her temple pressed against his.
"If I'd wanted you to tease it, Nic, I'd have said so," he admonished. "Now fucking ride it."
She sighed with arousal at his harsh words, at his teeth nibbling her neck, and her hips rose and fell quickly. She felt him sit up even further until he braced himself on one hand. Those talented calloused fingertips reached between her legs and he rubbed her pulsing slit while she bucked against them. She whimpered as once again her body climbed another peak. Would she even be able to walk after this? Was he ever going to come or would he use her until she was nothing but a puddle on her bed?
His fingers curved inward, and three dipped deep into the fount of nectar flowing freely between her widespread thighs. She was filled to the brim. Already shaking, already coming, he pulled his fingers out and smacked overheated flesh.
“You just keep coming and coming and coming…” He buried himself hard, getting balls-deep into her tight hole each time, and moved his fingers faster and faster over her juicy opening. “Greedy. Little. Fuck. Toy.” He moaned as he punctuated each word while filling each hole.
She whimpered in response and rotated her hips even faster, grinding and clasping her muscles over the solid length and width filling her. It felt so good, and she was so close. But maybe if she made him come he would let her rest. Maybe if she was good and moved like he told her too he would be distracted by his own pleasure.
But he didn’t give her the chance. He must have sensed what she was doing, the frantic urgency of her movements over him must have given her away. He wasn’t ready yet. In fact, being able to torture her had given him superhuman strength. He could probably go all night now and into the wee hours of the morning just to watch her squirm and faint with fatigue.
"I asked you if you like the way I'm fucking you, Nic."
She hadn’t even heard him, she was so far gone. But he’d pulled his fingers out of her and struck her pussy relentlessly. She reached out to cover the soaked flesh with her hand, protecting it while she screamed, "I love it! God, you know I do!!" She practically sobbed with need. "Come with me, babe. I can’t come anymore, please. Come with me…"
“You first, little girl…”
Her head lolled back against his shoulder and her back arched and fell as her hips ground over his cock. She felt like crying. Who knew how many times he could make her come? She might die before they found out. She laughed at the thought and then yelped in pained ecstasy when he slapped her swollen pussy. He gave it sharp, short smacks, tugged on her hair and slammed into her faster in an effort to drive her over the edge. It worked perfectly. He made her so hot, so wet with his rough treatment; she thought the center of her universe was pulsing like a second heartbeat between her legs. So close. She was so fucking close.
She came hard and long until her arms shook, her hands clawed at him, and her thighs trembled. She felt her body shatter from the pleasure, slowly being pieced back together by his pumping hips, his fingers constricting around her throat, and then his lips consuming hers.
“Fuck…” he moaned against her mouth. “Pretty sure you drew blood again.”
She looked down at her hold on his forearm, and sure enough there were little red half moons marring the tan skin. Another set to add to the co
llection tonight.
"I’m sorry, babe,” she whispered, “I’ll take care of you, let me get..."
Gabriel shook his head at her. And she realized that she wasn’t going to be taking care of his wounds just yet. She watched him as he took a deep shuddery breath, his eyes locked on hers. Then he lunged his cock into her, a long, hard lunge that let her know she was fucked literally and figuratively. He hadn’t come yet. It wasn’t over. She only had time to process his grin at her startled expression before he pulled out. He turned Nicole over on to her belly, grabbed her arms and pinned them tightly behind her back.
“Lift your ass,” he commanded. She did, tears staining the pillow, her body weak and shaking and hungry for more.
"I let you come so many times tonight and this is how you repay me? You try to hurry me up and then scratch the fuck outta me?"
He laughed, and she knew he didn’t give a shit about a few love marks. He’d probably wear them with pride later, smiling silently to himself when he saw them the way she did every time she had to sit down gingerly for a few days after seeing him. But this was the game. She’d been a bad, ungrateful girl.
“I didn’t mean—”
“You said you couldn’t come anymore. You tried to get me to come with you. But who do you belong to, Nic? Hmm? Who decides when you come?”
Her arms trembled under his death grip. She struggled on shivering thighs to keep her battered ass raised high.
“You do, Gabriel. I’m sorry…”
He was gentle when he slid inside this time. Deceptively gentle. She knew he was just taking his time. Working himself up while letting her know she was in for one last long ride. Slowly, he started moving within her, drawing a gasp from her parched throat.
Just when she’d been lulled into this leisurely rhythm, he bent down over her and his voice filled her ear. "You know I'm gonna make you pay, don't you?"
Another violent shiver coursed through her. "I-I'm sorry... "
He pulled his cock out and then surged back in, turning her words into little more than a hushed scream. Then he did it again. And again. Until she was almost crying from pain, from the pleasure he wrenched out of it.
He'd be able to fuck her almost to the point of insanity. If only she could have said she was too tired for more, that her body couldn't take it. But she knew she couldn’t say that. She wanted this, wanted him to use her, stake his claim on her body and her heart. She would be sore tomorrow, but that soreness would remind her she belonged to him alone.
"No... you're not sorry, yet," he hissed softly in her ear, surging in again so hard she sobbed. "But you will be..."
A rush of renewed desire swept through her tired body and she gladly lifted her ass up to meet his possession.
Chapter 17
"I just don't fucking like her."
Nicole paused in the middle of sipping her beer and turned her attention to the upper level of the bar, where Meredith had just finished whipping Q's ass at a game of pool. A cigarette dangled between her pouty lips as she bent over to take a shot. Q looked crestfallen when she stood up, and a slightly amused look was on Meredith's face as she held her hand out for the money he reluctantly gave her. Fool the World, Mere, the Spirits' guitarist, Kyle, and her friend, Amber, had gone out together after rehearsals to eat and relax at a favorite bar and grill. Gabe, Jonny, Nuke, and Chase were at a pool table across the way, while Nicole and Trish waited at the bar for their food.
Nicole understood why Trish wouldn't be a big fan of Meredith's. She never had a bad wardrobe day, even when she wore a plain grey tank top and dark jeans. Everything seemed custom made for her, and she never appeared uncomfortable. She had the confidence to strut around the guys, talking about cars and music, and know they'd hit on her all night. That was intimidating to a lot of women. But Trish held absolute disdain for Meredith. Perhaps there was more to it.
"Don't you think you're being a little bit harsh?" Nicole asked, hoping Trish would elaborate.
Trish's dark ponytail swished as she shook her head. She hopped off the bar stool and turned towards the jukebox in the corner to pick out a song. "She gives off bad vibes," she said over her shoulder when Nicole joined her, scrolling through the catalogue. "It's her attitude, like she thinks she's better than people." She wrinkled her nose, flitting restlessly before giving up with a huff. Trish was usually like this when she was in a bad mood. "And the whole sleeping with Jonny thing. It's like how many more Fool the World members is she planning to bone?"
Good question.
Jonny was barely talking about Meredith these days, or hanging out with her, though they occasionally hooked up. The novelty of hot sex and nothing more had worn off for him, proving he may be a total guy – and a loud-mouthed one at that – but at his core he wanted what Chase and Gabe had. Someone steady. Someone whose eyes weren't wandering.
"Just look at her zeroing in on guy number three," Trish spat out, staring up at where Meredith was talking to Q. She gave him that signature smile guys seemed to fall for.
Nic smiled and shook her head, even though Trish's words brought up buried insecurity. "She's just talking to him, Trish, smoothing over taking his money. It's not like she's fucking him on the pool table in front of the whole room.”
"Shit, from what I hear, something like that would be right up her alley."
Nic smirked and leaned her shoulder against the jukebox while Trish scrolled again. It was like watching her repeatedly open a refrigerator that had nothing inside she wanted to eat. "So, I guess you're not in a sisterhood and solidarity kind of mood tonight, huh?"
Trish gave her a droll look and a snort. "Am I ever?"
"Hmm... I'm definitely detecting a pre-menstrual aura." Nicole waved her hand in a circular motion over Trish's face. "Right around this area."
Trish gave her a grin and shook her head, finally giving up on the jukebox for good. "That obvious, huh?"
"Well, it's obvious something's bothering you, and I doubt we can pin it all on Mere or woman troubles," Nic replied then turned her gaze to Chase. Her voice grew softer with empathy when she said, "This wouldn't have anything to do with your sorta-kinda boyfriend getting ready to leave, would it?"
Trish was silent for a little too long before she said, "Nope."
"You shouldn't be worried about him. He's absolutely crazy about you."
Chase's show of "craziness" was really just paying more attention to Trish than anyone else when she entered a room and sometimes sharing his food with her... but still, that was a lot for him. Neither Trish nor Chase were the kind of people that did lots of public displays of affection, though occasionally Nic would catch roving hands and prolonged glances from the two. Where one was quiet and snarky, the other was talkative and snarky. People sometimes wondered if they actually liked each other, but anyone that knew Chase knew he was heavily fixated on her gorgeous friend. And Nicole knew things had progressed well beyond the point of just really good sex for Trish, though she refused to admit it for some stupid reason. That last part sounded painfully familiar, which is why she kept trying to convince her friend it was okay to admit she actually liked the guy, instead of treating the admission like it meant the end of the world and a broken heart.
Trish looked up towards the ceiling, rolling her big, slanted eyes. "Nicole... how many times do I have to tell yo—”
"That it's not that serious? I dunno, I guess until I believe it."
Trish let out an exasperated sigh as she headed back to her seat. "I don't have any expectations. That way when he goes off and does his own thing, nobody gets hurt. Hell, for all I know he might like the way I cook more than he likes me."
"Don't you think you're being a little morbid about the whole thing?" Nic said, wrinkling her brow. "Who says anyone has to get hurt? You're already sleeping with the guy and spending so much time with him. Why not start thinking about taking the next step with him, too? Why not just tell him how you really feel?"
"You are totally projecting right now
."
"What?!"
"Oh, yeah," Trish said with a nod and a knowing grin. "This is all about you and your sparkly, fairy dust mentality because you're all in love and shit. I mean, I don't blame you. If I had a guy like Gabe that was all 'you complete me', I guess I'd be annoying too."
Nicole averted her eyes and tried to stifle her smile. "Shut up. It's not even like that.”
She saw their waitress carting out their food and signaled to Gabriel, who was in the middle of watching Nuke take a shot. He immediately turned his eyes to hers, and gave her nod and a smile before letting the guys know it was time to eat. He looked sexy as usual, in a red t-shirt, light blue jeans, and scuffed boots. That little look he gave her, the way he smiled and talked to the guys as they headed down stairs, and the way his tall, chiseled body maneuvered so easily, was enough to turn her on and make her wonder how she'd gotten so lucky.
Trish laughed, pulling her out of her reverie. "Now look who's in denial! Admit it, you totally want to marry Gabe and have his little curly-haired mixed babies. Are you still on the pill?"
Nicole barked out a laugh and covered her mouth in embarrassment. "You are such a bitch!!"
"You love it," Trish said with an exaggerated wink before they burst into a fit of giggles.
"Actually, I think Chase is the one that really loves it... which is why he keeps feeling you up when he thinks no one's looking. Thought I didn't I see that shit, didja?" Nic countered, returning Trish's exaggerated wink.
Trish's cheeks turned a pretty rose-pink that made them both laugh. They had to cut their conversation short, because Chase was the first guy to make it downstairs and join them at their table. Soon everyone gathered around, talking and laughing while they dug into the food. Nicole watched Trish's mood lighten when Chase was around her, which meant she was even more talkative and sarcastic. She could relate, since leaning against Gabe and feeling his fingers absently tickle the back of her neck every so often did wonders for her mood, too. But Trish's comments about Meredith lingered.