by Suzy Shearer
Gabriel gave their orders to the waiter and ordered a bottle of Avelino Vargas Montespina Verdejo. He leant back in his seat and stretched out his legs, catching one of Isabella’s between them. He sat forward, keeping her leg imprisoned.
“So, Miss Coburn, may I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”
It was obvious how flustered and self-conscious she was but he was so proud as she straightened in her chair and stared into his eyes.
“You may.”
He gave her a bow with his head.
“You look very beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you.”
The waiter brought their wine and waited as Gabriel tasted it before filling their glasses and leaving. Gabriel saluted her with his glass.
“May this be the start of something amazing.”
She gave him a smile that made his heart turn to mush and saluted him back before taking a sip of wine. To keep her off guard Gabriel chatted about artists they both knew or people in the industry. Their entrees came and went as they talked. By the time they had both finished their mains Isabella looked completely relaxed even though he had been stroking her leg with his foot the whole time.
“Interested in dessert? Coffee? Tea?”
“Coffee would be nice.”
Beckoning the waiter, Gabriel ordered coffee for them both. He waited until she had drunk about half a cup then leant forward, knowing she was completely off-guard.
“Do you know what I would like to do?”
Innocently she shook her head and said, “No.”
“I’d like to push you across this table, pull that dress up, and fuck you while everyone watched.”
Her gasped “oh” delighted him, even more so when she glanced around the room as if to see who had heard him. He sat back and took another sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving her. She reddened but he noticed her eyes dilate. He waited until she settled and finished her coffee. Standing up, he offered her his hand.
“Shall we?”
A sudden look of fear crossed her face but she gave him her hand. He grinned to himself as he led her to the entrance. After paying the bill he took her out to the car and helped her in.
Holding his mouth against her ear, he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
Her rapid intake of breath excited him. Getting into the car, he put it into gear and set off. Laying his hand on her thigh again, he drove skilfully through the streets until they reached the highway. Once up to speed he pushed her dress higher on her thigh. She glanced at him then looked forward again. He let his hand drop to push its way between her legs—she could either clamp them shut with his hand caught or move them apart. She chose to move them apart and he was delighted as he ran a finger through her outer lips.
“Mm, so wet.”
Thank goodness they were only five minutes from her house, Gabriel doubted he could wait much longer.
“Issie, I went to the doctor’s this morning. I’ve had a test done so you know I’m clean. Get the results back next Wednesday,” he told her seriously.
“Oh. Um…I should get one.”
She sounded so distracted as he continued to play with her while he drove.
“You haven’t had many partners, Issie. When was the last time?”
Little groans of pleasure had been escaping her mouth as he fingered her but at his question she reddened.
“Beside you?” Her head dropped as she mumbled, “Too many years to count.”
“Issie.” Gabriel took his hand away from between her legs. He spoke louder and more forcefully, “Isabella, look at me.”
When she did he glanced her way.
“I don’t care. You could have had a million partners or none, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I don’t think you need to get tested.”
She gave a sigh of relief. He changed down gears to come off the highway then drove along the side streets till he reached her driveway. Entering, he parked the car at the rear of the house then opened her door. As she exited her shawl fell so Gabriel picked it up and kept it. She took her keys out and opened the back door.
As they entered he grabbed her after closing the back door. Pushing her against the wall, he fastened his lips on hers. Roughly he forced his tongue between her teeth and she clung to him. Gabriel loved the way she responded.
Her hands were tight against his chest so he grabbed them and held them above her head. She was kissing him as hard as he kissed her, their tongues entwined. When he parted and looked down at her, her face was flushed with excitement.
Using the shawl, he tied her hands together. Looking around, he saw three coat hooks high on the opposite wall. Flipping her around, he slammed her against it and hooked her hands up on a hook then he undid those buttons he’d been thinking of all night. Her lacy bra was revealed as well as the hard points of her nipples. Scooping one breast out, he lowered his face and took the nipple into his mouth. Running it around inside, he licked and nibbled at it until he heard her soft moan. Then he bit down at the same time, thinking he needed to buy some nipple clamps because she reacted so arousingly. He was convinced she was a true pain slut.
With one hand he lifted her dress and forced her legs way apart. Pushing his fingers between her lips, he was delighted when she pressed her pelvis forward. He played with her clit with his thumb while two fingers entered. She squirmed against his hand as he bit down again on her nipple.
Feeling in his pocket, Gabriel pulled out one of the condoms he stuffed in it then one-handed he unzipped his pants and let them fall. Tearing open the condom with his teeth, he had to use both hands to roll it on but once done he looked into her face. Her eyes were closed.
“I told you to always keep your eyes opened,” he ordered roughly.
They opened quickly.
Manoeuvring himself between her legs, he pushed his cock as hard and as rough as he could. Grabbing her around the waist, he thrust relentlessly into her and grunted as he fucked her. Her eyes never left his face. He bit down on her shoulder as his thrusts grew harder, deeper. She screamed as he felt her orgasm. That was all it took for him to come as well.
He filled the condom and leant against her, catching his breath. Both their hearts were thumping rapidly. When he felt recovered enough he withdrew and unhooked her hands from the coat hook but didn’t untie the shawl.
“Don’t move,” he warned and looked up the hallway. “Bathroom?”
“To the right,” she gasped.
Pulling up his pants, he walked down the hall. Using the toilet, he got rid of the used condom and washed. Going back, he was delighted to see she hadn’t moved at all. He pushed her ahead of him.
“Bedroom.”
She almost staggered up the stairs and led him along until turning into her bedroom. Making her stand still, he undid a few more buttons on her dress and then untied one hand so he could remove it and her bra. Once she was naked he looked around the room. There was another scarf hanging behind the door.
“Bend over.”
When she complied he moved her until she could rest her head and shoulders on the bed then he tied one hand to her ankle with the shawl then took the other scarf to do the same with the other side.
“Mmm, what a delightful view.”
Her wet shiny cunt beckoned him as he forced her legs apart. Before she could react he slapped her arse hard. Her quick intake of breath showed him it was exciting to her. With another slap to the other cheek she wriggled into it. Gabriel felt he could hit harder with the next couple and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure.
A ragged “more” was all she could manage.
Once her arse was nicely pinked from a dozen or so slaps he bent forward and bit.
“Argh… yes!” she shouted out with pleasure.
Using his fingers he reached under and pinched her breasts while biting down on her cheeks. She moaned, moving against his mouth, wanting more. Gabriel was over the moon. To meet this beautiful woman who liked things dark and hard like he did. H
e hoped she would let him show her more.
“What’s the word to make me stop, Issie?” he whispered in her ear.
“Red,” she gasped.
Smacking her bottom a few more times, he knelt then worked his fingers up and down her slit, spreading her hot juices between her clit and her rosy arsehole. With one hand he pinched her clit while the other began rubbing her rosette. He pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt while his thumb kept teasing at the hard nub of her clit.
When he felt her press against his hand he pushed his thumb into her arsehole. She gave a little groan of pain but he didn’t stop as he pushed it deep. Continuing to fuck her with his fingers, he kept moving his thumb in and out. With his face against her arse cheek, he bit down when he felt her muscles begin to contract.
Fucking her arse, her cunt and biting was all she needed. She screamed loud and he felt her orgasm pulsate through his fingers. It got him hard again so he withdrew his hands and pulled off his shoes, socks, and pants. Rummaging in his pocket, he got another condom then tore off his shirt. After rolling the condom on he gave her arse another hard smack then put his palm down on her back.
Roughly he pushed his cock into her cunt. Pumping in and out, he put one hand around her body so he could pull and press against her clit.
“Push against me, Issie, push hard.”
His cock felt so snug inside her. It felt like his dick was wrapped in a tight velvet glove as he felt her move back against him when he thrust in. He slammed forward, his balls slapping against her skin. Soon they were dancing together as he fucked that sexy cunt of hers.
“When you come I’m going to bite very hard,” he warned.
She grunted an agreement. He tweaked her clit and thrust in roughly and could feel her begin to tighten her muscles as her climax grew near. As soon as he felt it start he bit down hard on one rosy cheek at the same time he pressed her clit between his fingers.
Her screams echoed around the room. They echoed in Gabriel’s head. How could he explain what it did to him? The sight of her writhing in pleasure, her screams, they excited him. They took his own pleasure into the stratosphere. The knowledge that it was the things he had done to her that had her this way. More than just a huge ego-boost, it was almost overpowering.
As he continued pumping in and out Gabriel felt himself ready to burst so he thrust in as deep and hard as he could, holding her against his cock until he came. Her tight channel milked him dry as the last reverberation of her orgasm began to fade.
Spent, he pulled out and quickly untied her, lifting her so she was lying on the bed. There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom so he used it and found a cloth to clean Isabella with.
She lay curled up on the bed and let him wash her. When he returned from the bathroom the second time he gathered her in his arms and settled them in the bed, pulling the warm quilt over them both.
“Beautiful Issie,” he murmured. “You’re so wonderful.”
Her only reply was a little “mmm” and Gabriel was convinced she drifted into sub-space. He got comfortable as she wandered off. Now he’d found her, there was no way he was letting her go. An hour or so later she woke and smiling Gabriel looked down at her. He brushed a few stray hairs from her face and gently kissed her.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I’ve been well used.”
“Ha ha, guess what, you have. I mean you feel okay, not sad or anything?”
“No, I feel very relaxed.”
“Good. Do you have any aloe vera? I need to put some on the bites.”
She sat up quickly.
“You bit me?”
“You don’t remember?” Gabriel was amused by her answer.
“To be honest I was, um…there was this wash of pain and pleasure. I honestly have no idea what was happening. I was feeling so good, it felt wonderful and I kept wanting more and more.”
He gave her another kiss.
“I’m glad, that’s how it’s supposed to be. But as I said, I did bite—rather hard,” he confessed ruefully.
“There’s some in the bathroom cabinet, I think.”
Gabriel untangled himself from her and went to check. Sure enough, there was a tube. Taking it, he went back to Isabella.
“Lie on your back first,” he ordered.
There was a small bite mark on her shoulder and one on her breast. He rubbed aloe into both but neither had broken the skin although they would bruise. Rolling her onto her tummy, he had to grin. He’d certainly marked her arse. There were a few bites and one had broken the skin. After rubbing the aloe well into them he pulled her back into his arms.
“Issie, I’m sorry but I just like biting. If you’d rather I didn’t I will stop.”
She shook her head.
“No. Nothing you’ve done to me so far has been bad. I mean, it’s scary but in a good way. I really like it.”
“Can we talk about things you don’t want me to do?”
She sat up, wrapped in a blanket, curling her legs under her. “Gabe, this is new to me. I don’t know, I honestly don’t. I have no idea what I like, what I want. The things you’ve done…well, they’ve excited me. I loved them but it’s rather embarrassing to talk about, too.”
“I know. Listen, how about we just take each thing as it comes. Like the biting. I like hitting too and I could see how you enjoyed it. I think next time we should try floggers and paddles.”
“Flogger? What’s that?” she asked in a terrified voice.
“It’s like a cat-o-nine tails but soft. It doesn’t hurt like, say, a whip.”
She still looked a little scared but nodded agreement. He put a hand under her chin.
“I know this is hard for you to talk about but the most important part of our relationship, in fact any relationship, has to be communication. I never, absolutely never want to hurt you and that’s both inside and outside the bedroom.”
“I understand. I’ve never…well, I haven’t talked about the things I want. I’ve always, well, shit, you know what I’ve always thought,” Isabella said rather sadly.
Very forcefully he said, “No more, Issie. Never ever think you are sick or perverted or dirty. You are a normal woman who likes her sex a little darker. It’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m learning that, you’ll just have to be patient.”
“For you, Issie, I will wait an eternity.”
She cocked her head and looked at him.
“You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” He took her hand and looked down at the bed then back to her. “You mean everything to me, Issie. I know we’ve only known each other for a little while but I can’t imagine my life without you in it now.”
Her eyes widened. Gabriel held his breath, he just hoped he hadn’t jumped the gun. She took a deep breath and exhaled rather noisily.
“I—” She blew out again. “I really like you, Gabriel. I was attracted to you that first day even when you tried to blackmail me into posing.”
He laughed, both with relief and joy.
“I knew I wanted you, too. Maybe I was a little high-handed.”
“A little!” Her voice sounded indignant.
“Okay, maybe a lot but at least I wasn’t sneaky.”
She blushed.
“Don’t remind me.”
“I’ll try not to. Anyway, back to our discussion. I have to tell you that I’m not into humiliation. I know some people get their kicks from it but I can’t see anything positive in it.”
“Thank goodness, because that would be a deal-breaker. I’ve been humiliated enough.”
Gabriel nodded his head in agreement.
“For me it’s all about power and domination. I get off having you restrained and obeying me. I also am a bit of a sadist—actually maybe more than a bit, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Sadist. That means someone who hurts others?”
“Yep. But rest assured, I would never exceed what I know you couldn’t toler
ate. In fact, if you didn’t like pain I wouldn’t do it, I promise.”
“Okay. What else?”
“I like wax play, that’s where I drip hot candle wax, usually soy candles onto your body.”
“Shit.”
He laughed at her reaction.
“We don’t have to try it. Some people like it, especially if you like that whole pain-pleasure thing.”
In a little voice she said, “I think that’s me.”
“Issie, please don’t feel ashamed. You need to get it through your head none of this is wrong. We’re both adults, we both like things darker and we both agree on the things we’ll do.”
“I know. I’m still trying to push all those years of thinking aside.”
“Listen, when we play you know that ‘red’ stops everything immediately. On top of ‘red’ there’s ‘orange.’ Sometimes you may feel uncomfortable, scared or it’s something you’re not sure of. Instead of calling ‘red,’ you call ‘orange.’ I know it means you’re having trouble but don’t actually want things to stop completely. We then talk it through and if you still feel the same then that activity stops. We can take it off the menu if you want. Like I said, this is all about you.”
“Shouldn’t it be about you?” she queried.
“I guess really it’s about us both. You have no idea what it does to me when I make you climax. It’s…hell, I can’t explain it. It’s fucking great! So you see, if you’re happy and getting something good then I am too.”
She cocked her head as she thought on what Gabriel had said.
“I think I understand. It’s funny, all these years I’ve thought sex was mainly for the guy.”
“Don’t worry, for some men that’s exactly what they think, too. They’re idiots. They don’t realise how much better sex is if they can make their woman happy and well satisfied.”
“So I’m discovering.”
“That’s enough talking for tonight, unless you have any questions.”
Shaking her head “no,” Isabella smiled but then she said, “Actually, yes. Why do I fall asleep? And why do I feel funny when we have sex?”
“Funny?”
“Wrong word, I guess. Kind of floaty, kind of not really there. It’s like everything has disappeared. It’s like there’s nothing but my body and what’s happening to it. Every part of my brain seems focused on the pain, on the wonderful feelings, on my orgasm. It’s so intense.”