Rocker Series

by Gina Whitney

  He moved to the armoire, second drawer on the right, removing something that had a sparkly diamond on the end. Oh, God! A glammed-up anal-plug. I couldn’t help but smirk. His mischievous smile nearly brought me to my knees. In the middle of an impending security meeting, he found the time for his Dom lesson in anal assault and tolerance.

  “Come,” he called, motioning me over to the foot of the bed. “Kneel on the edge of the bed and stick your ass out for me, Beauty. There was no play in his tone. My cheeks were on fire. Another lesson in humility. I sucked at humility.

  I did as I was told, kneeling on the edge of the bed with my ass in the air. I waited for the formally unwelcomed intrusion. What I was surprised to feel was his wet tongue tracing the edges of my rim. He gave new meaning to rim-job. His talented tongue lapped away to loosen me up. Thankfully, his skilled fingers pumping in and out of me had me screaming my climax as he slowly shoved in my new, glammed-up plug.

  My breath caught as I tugged on the comforter to ride out the tremors that racked my body. Holy fucking hell. I’d never get used to this— ever. Gently, his scalding tip traced an imaginary line up to the back of my neck. I fought a moan of protest when he stopped. His chuckle was a clear indication that his senses were in-tuned when it came to me. Cheeky fucker.

  With a swat across my ass, hard enough to leave a print, he walked to his closet and got dressed. My body was blissfully aware I needed clothing. However, my limbs weren’t accommodating. I took my time…

  “Abel and Gia, this is Renee. Renee this is Abel and Gia.” Chance introduced us to the ex-FBI dude.

  Renee? Abel and I had the same thought. He smirked to hold in his laugh. Renee was not a name for a security dude.

  “Hi, Renee.” I smiled, extending my hand to shake his. Abel ran interference, putting himself between Renee and me. Renee looked from me to Abel curiously. I shrugged.

  “There’s no touching the broody alpha’s property. She— ” Chance pointed at me, “— is his. There will be no touching purposefully or accidentally,” he quipped.

  “Chance…” Abel reprimanded.

  “Sorry, just making it super clear to thwart any problems.” He smiled innocently. He was anything but innocent. Chance poked the beast frequently.

  Commando nodded respectfully. Maybe he got it? We moved to the dining area where Commando proceeded to lay out a map of the hotel and arena venue.

  The room became a war-room. “We’ve got security…here, here, and here.” He pointed with a red laser pen.

  Abel stalked over, taking it all in. However, he had to add his own insight while borrowing Commando’s laser pen to highlight his examples. Commando no longer directed any of the conversation my way. I took the opportunity to text Cindy. God, I missed her.

  Me: Chick, where you at?

  She responded quickly.

  Cindy: Bar. You? Why the fuck am I even asking? You’re in the gilded cage, right? Lmao.

  Me: Ah Ha! Funny. How are things with Wood? I miss you :( Girl-time? We need to catch up. We really did. She was in a full-on relationship with Woody. I was a shit friend for not asking how they were.

  Cindy: Anytime you call…I will come girlie. That’s if your man allows it.

  I rolled my eyes. To an outsider, Abel came off a disturbingly possessive. He was and he wasn’t. It wasn’t a jealous thing. More of a protective thing.

  Me: Breakfast, lunch, or dinner with or without the boys. I’m not picky. Just as long as we’re together.

  It was true. I didn’t care in what capacity I hung-out with Cindy. Just as long as we were together.

  Cindy: Any of the above, but let me talk to the Irish-drummer-boy. I’ll text you back <3

  Me: Will do. Xoxo

  I placed my phone on the table and smiled to myself. The alpha’s eyes were aimed directly at me. Abel stretched his neck with a loud pop, stopping Commando in mid-conversation. He followed Abel’s line of vision to me. His face turned a shade or two of pink. He continued on with his plan to catch the three-eyed-cock-sucking-whore.

  I winked at my Sir as I pulled my hair into a high ponytail. Using the lips he loved so much, I blew him a kiss and laughed. Oh, I was so poking the beast and loving it. However, I’d pay later for it. I thumbed through the magazine that sat on the second shelf of the coffee table.

  Spin magazine featured the band Lethal Abel. In the middle insert sat a poster of the band with my Sir front and center. Delighted, I ripped it out. Yeah, I was his sub. However, I was not above fan-girling. He was fucking hot and all mine.

  The crackling of a walkie-talkie drew my attention. The three apostles were front and center. “Have you heard anything I’ve been saying, Gia?” His tone was sharp and hit me in the gut. Gia? He only used my name when he was serious or pissed. What did I miss?

  “I was just reading this article about you.” I held up the magazine as proof. His hand scrubbed his face in frustration. “Sorry, what’d I miss?”

  Chance half giggled. He was worse than a bad toddler. I shook my head at him, giving him the what the fuck expression.

  “We all will be carrying these mini handheld radios. If we ever get separated— which we won’t— there’s a built-in GPS.” They all stared at me, awaiting my response.

  My nerves were starting to kick in, which wasn’t good. I tended to laugh inappropriately when nervous. Please don’t laugh. Please don’t laugh. One breath in. One long breath out.

  I bit my lip to keep from laughing. A reminder of just how serious the situation really was. “Very special ops. Where do I keep it? On my waist or in my bag?” I asked, straight-faced. It was a legitimate question.

  “It’s small enough to fit in your new bag. Plus, you still have room for makeup.” Chance beamed. Abel and Commando shot him a look of male disgust.

  I perked right up. “What new bag?” I didn’t have a new bag.

  Chance strode across the living space to the far window where a bright red Cartier shopping bag sat on the floor. “Umm, only this new bag.” He held it up for us to see. I looked at them, shrugging apologetically. I wanted to join in on his festive mood. However, Sir’s dead-eye-stare bade me not to.

  I smiled gratefully, but not too gratefully to catch the alpha’s attention. Throwing a quick wink to Chance, I said, “Thank you, Chance. You’re very kind.” I sounded more robotic than myself. Chance put the bag into the bedroom suite and returned quickly to rap-up the conversation.

  Commando stepped forward. His words would not soon be forgotten. “She can hide deep in an underground bunker. Somewhere under the brick and steel of a nondescript building. I vow to you, I will secure her. And she will be brought to justice.” His voice was deadly serious. A true wartime operative. Holy smokes.

  I didn’t crack a smile. Not even the tiniest. I wanted to laugh my ass off, of course, it was hardly appropriate. However, I often was wildly inappropriate.

  I stood abruptly, causing the Commando to take a step back. “Thank you, Renee.” My tone was somber. “We both really appreciate your insight and expertise.” I kept my smile in check, being careful not to overextend my gratefulness to where the broody alpha would pick up my glint of humor. God forbid.

  He didn’t answer me, but rather directed his answer to Abel. “My pleasure. You’re both very welcome. I’ll be in touch. I have more surveillance to do and contacts to reach out to.” He shook Abel’s hand. However, he didn’t extend his goodbye to Chance, who was wearing a pouty face. Oh well.

  “Chance, stop acting like a fucking girl with a crush. He’s not your type, anyway,” Abel deadpanned.

  I gave Abel a pointed look. Sheesh. He was being awfully severe.

  “Gia, come.” His hand found mine, threading our fingers together. He then turned to Chance. “Look, it’s late. I’m fucking starved. You know how I get when I’m hungry,” Abel said and then excused himself.

  Chance took the opportunity to agree and bid us goodnight.

  “You hungry, Beauty?”

  I nodded
. Fuck, I was starved, too.

  “I’ve got an idea. Do you like sushi?” he asked, but it was more like he was telling me we were having it.

  “Love it, why?” I rose up on the balls of my feet to meet his lips.

  “I love sushi, and wait until you see how I want my sushi.”

  I licked the seam of my lips. How he ate his sushi? What the fuck did I get myself into?

  Dining for one…

  “All right, rebel. This is how I want to eat my sushi.” He rubbed his chin, checking the knots on his handiwork.

  I was tied with a ball-gag in my mouth to the dining room table. Saliva dribbled down the sides of my lips. Fucking attractive. I closed my eyes tightly and counted to ten. What good that would do wasn’t lost on me. How in the world I ever thought I’d get away with anything with this man was beyond me. Sigh.

  “Eyes open. The food will be here any moment. Thank fuck for twenty-four-hour dining.” He leaned heavily over my face. He took his phone out, snapping a quick picture. A knock came to the door.

  “Ahhhh. Hhh. Hh.” I moaned. Oh fuck.

  “Shhh, little one. I’ll get the door.” He laughed. As if! What a fucking asshole.

  I shook my head. Straining my neck as much as possible, I held my breath and waited to see the room service guy wheeling in the sushi cart. Instead, Abel rolled it flush with the table.

  A trickle of sweat from the intense overheated lighting ran down my neck. He caught that. Of course, he did. He dimmed the lights and grabbed the remote for the fireplace, igniting it. Blue flames licked the room. Abel licked my face. Argh!

  He proceeded to strategically display the various different rolls across my body. “If you’ll notice, I asked for the sauce on the side. I didn’t want the spicy mayo to irritate your creamy skin.

  “Aww,” was all I could manage. So fucking thoughtful. I rolled my eyes.

  “You said you loved Spider roll, right?” he asked, picking up a piece.

  I nodded yes. God, did I fucking love Spider rolls. He placed a piece on each of my nipples. I squinted my displeasure.

  He laughed. “I happen to love the Dante roll.” His dimpled smile hit my clit head on. I couldn’t help but try to draw my legs together. Of course, I couldn’t as they were secured to each table leg. He lined his Dante roll from my sternum to the apex of my pussy. “And let’s not forget the Randi and Ronnie roll.” His laughter exploded, echoing off the walls. He was so fucking disturbed.

  His phone buzzed along the top of the table. He picked it up, dialing whomever. “Yo, I’m eating. No. No. Yes, she’s here. Nope, she can’t talk right now. I’ll have her call you in the morning. No problem. You, too, doll.” He ended the call.

  “Hyyyy.” A garbled and spit-filled mumble escaped me.

  “Yep, it was Cindy. I told her…well you heard. Now, where was I?” He looked to the cart then to me. “Ah, the Vivian roll…”

  His grin became blurry. The fucking wasabi was so potent my eyes were tearing. Vivian went down each leg. “And last but not least, the Parisian roll. You like caviar, Beauty? Umm, I do, baby. Love that shit fierce.” He placed a piece in between my pussy lips. Fuck me sideways. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He kissed both my cheeks.

  I watched as he poured sake and held it up.

  “This calls for a proper toast. Chains of steel will rust with time. Chains of the heart will only grow stronger,” he toasted me then shot back the sake, blowing out the burn.

  He walked away for a minute, returning with his favorite red scarf. “To truly enjoy, you need to experience it blindly. Let your senses go. Free your mind. Trust me to take care of you.” He tied the scarf around my head, knotting it on the side.

  My world went dark. All I could hear was his breathing. I focused on that. Not the fact that I wanted to scream. Something dropped on the table, causing me to jump. What the fuck was that?

  The first to be eaten was the Spider roll. His perfectly tempered mouth affixed around my nipple, sucking hard before he ate it. He turned his attention to my other nipple and licked around the piece of sushi first. I jerked when he pinched my nipple while he chewed. Fuck, his chewing was loud. My senses were on fire. Alive was the only way I could describe it.

  He continued on to the Dante roll all the way to my pussy, alternating between his amble tongue and teeth on my flesh. Intense, incredible, alive…electricity heated a path down my throat to my clit. I had no voice…only darkness. He brushed the hair away from my shoulder and skimmed my neck with his callused thumb.

  Butterflies feathered their way through my abdomen. A shudder ran down the length of my spine. Goosebumps licked my skin from head to toe. Liquid trickled down the inside of my thighs, which wasn’t lost on Sir. He used his tongue to lap it away, dampening me further. His tongue was daunting and deadly. I tried to swallow as heat began to spiral through my chest. Fuck, I was hot. He was down to his Parisian roll.

  “Umm, fuck, baby girl. I’m going to bust a nut all over you.” His words caused me to burst into flames. I was a fucking wild harlot. A jezebel. Fuck. I didn’t care. I needed his mouth on the Parisian roll that instant!

  There was a creak followed by a wobble of the table. He was fuck center on the table between my legs. I could feel his warm breath blowing on my pussy. I loved the smell of my pussy. This boy was fuck crazy for it.

  Asshole to clit, his tongue rode its way to the Parisian roll. Thank you, baby Jesus. Another slow lick of my seam. I knew him well enough to know he had to be near exploding. His naked body ground onto mine. I leaned up to his heat. Inch by inch, my body temperature soared. There wasn’t another man on Earth that could make me feel such fucking fire. His erection was pressing hard against my pussy. I wanted to scream…put it in. Oh God. Put it in. Need roared through me. I needed. My need needed. My needed needed. I lifted my hip, blindly searching for his cock. He held me in place firmly as he spoke clearly into my ear.

  “You want my cock, Beauty?”

  I shook shamelessly.

  “Of course, you do, Beauty. This beautiful, rosy flush tells me all I need to know.” He latched on to my nipple, sawing it between his teeth. Fuck that hurt. Hurt so good. His voice deepened. “I’m going to take that ass I’ve been priming. It’s mine to claim…isn’t it?” His voice was guttural and low now.

  The blood pounded in my head. I’d agree to anything right now. Ass…pussy…mouth. Scratch that. I need him in me…filling me. I want to feel every goddamn ring moving in and out of me. Give me the dragon for fuck sake.

  His soft lips were heated as he claimed mine. He was all tongue. Dominating and demanding, taking what he wanted— what was his. I was exhausted before we even started. The ropes fell loosely off the table. Then I was in his arms. His scent surrounding and comforting me. A few strides and a kick of the door closed, and I was faced down, being refastened again. My arms— above and wide. My legs— affixed to a spreader. Of course.

  “On your knees, Beauty. Chest down on the bed.”

  I wouldn’t say I was comfortable at all. He obviously knew what he was doing. He removed the ball-gag, carefully placing it onto the nightstand. I didn’t realize I was whimpering until he cooed and kissed my ear, tugging with his teeth. He pivoted between my legs. The anal-plug was removed and instinctively, my pucker clenched uncontrollably. The bed wobbled as he shook something. Then, with a squeeze, a warming liquid coated the seam of my ass. His thumb pushing in and out of my hole.

  “Fuck.” I leaned forward trying to escape the orgasm barreling toward me. His growl echoed through my core. He slapped my ass hard as he leaned into it. One hand fisted me hard. The other manacling my hip. He lifted my head to the left so I could see his face to my right. His pupils were gone. Black dominated his eyes. A flush was prominent across his chiseled cheekbones. My man was rampant.

  He gripped my chin with his warm hand. “I love you. My beauty. Never forget that.” He kissed my lips hungrily. It was hard and quick. However, his words seduced my heart. His touch was g
entle when I knew how rough he could be. The wet sounds of him working himself had me groaning loudly.

  He slapped the dragon across my ass, signaling he was ready to be buried in me. My eyes would’ve been rolling back in my head had I not been face down at the moment.

  “Take my cock, my love.” His voice softened dangerously.

  I was soaking wet without the warming lube he applied. I wasn’t complaining, though. I wanted to stiffen up. However, I knew it would make it worse. I relaxed as his tip leaned against my back door. One full breath in. One fucking long breath out.

  “Gia,” he called as he fed me one inch at a time of his cock. Working his Jacob’s ladder in a corkscrew fashion. My breathing came in short, breathy spurts. “I’m going to empty you out and fill you up, over and over again, baby girl.” His maleness and amazing strength overwhelmed me. And those dirty fucking words of his.

  Moaning, I tried to reach down to flick my clit, forgetting I was tied. His heavy breaths made my head spin further into the sexual coma of Abel Gunner. My breath was taken away in shock as he penetrated me to the fucking hilt, no more easing in, just pure- primitive-mating-possession. I opened for him. My eyes closed tight. I thrust backward, meeting his pace.

  “Fuck, yeah, darlin’. You give your Sir that ass so sweetly. My beauty.” His words were barely audible as he pumped himself into me. Desire shot through me painfully. His rings hitting nerves I never knew existed. His wide girth filled me to the brink of pain. He was driven. I wanted this. Wanted this with him. The image of his beautifully chiseled body burned into my mind forever. His thrusts increased to deep, filling pumps. With a bellow, he reared back, biting me on the shoulder. “Mine.”

  Pleasure exploded in me. The edges of my world came in and out of focus. I tried to shake it off to no avail. Intense waves of ecstasy washed through me. A silent scream was released from my mouth. Tears ran down my face as I rode out one of the hardest orgasms to date.

  “Fuck, baby,” I screamed. Motherfucker that hurt. I was all for love bites. But that was bordering medical attention. I was sure of it. Guiding my body down off my knees, he reached for the ties. With both hands now free, I pulled the pillow closer to snuggle while he removed my ankles from the spreader bar.