Destructive

by Jessica Prince

  “Because I own the building.”

  Of course he does. Closing my eyes and inhaling deeply through my nose, I reach for the hem of my black Fletchers t-shirt and begin sliding it up over my chest, head, and eventually my arms before tossing it to the floor. The cold air pricks my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Popping the button on my black shorts, I pull the zipper and shimmy them down my thighs, not giving myself time to think about what I’m doing as I step out of them. I kick off my tennis shoes and remove my socks, then stand up straight, nothing but my black lace bra and matching lace panties remain.

  “Turn around,” he commands. My skin tingles and my panties become wet and the authority in his voice. He’s leaving no room for argument, and to my own detriment, I’m becoming aroused by it.

  I slowly spin in a half circle, pausing momentarily once my back is to him before turning all the way around. What I see when I’m facing him again causes my breath the stall in my lungs. The heat and desire have turned his gray eyes black. His chest rises and falls with every heaving breath he takes. My nipples harden to tight peaks beneath the lace cups of my bra and I have no doubt that my drenched panties are ruined. My sex throbs for him as we stare at each other. I can’t take it. I need his touch like I need air. I’m seconds from begging for it when he steps to me, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me back around to face the elevator.

  I feel his breath on my skin as his calloused fingers drift from my shoulders, down the ripples of my spine, before coming to stop at the small of my back. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me, Marley? Is that why you wouldn’t allow me to touch you today?”

  “No! Of course not.”

  His fingers trail down a little further, playing with the waistband of my panties. “If you’re not embarrassed, then what was that all about?”

  “I…” My body trembles as his hands continue their ministrations, making it hard for me to think. “I don’t like attention.”

  “Mmm,” He leans into me, pressing his chest against my back. My eyes drift shut when I can feel the outline of his ridged cock against my ass, sending a strong jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “You seem to be enjoying my attention at the moment.”

  I have to forcefully peel my eyes open and concentrate on what is being said. “This is different.”

  “How so?”

  “It’s just you and me. I don’t like the attention of strangers. I get…anxious when people are watching me.”

  “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind next time we’re in public.”

  Hope sprang to life inside of me. “Next time? Does that mean I’m forgiven for being such a bitch to you?”

  His touch goes from light to rough as he palms the cheeks of my ass in his hands. “Yes, my bella. You are forgiven.” A sigh of relief escapes me, but what he says next causes my entire body to grow tense with apprehension. “Unfortunately, you must still be punished.”

  “P-punished? Gabriel, I don’t think—”

  “Shh, my bella. I would never do anything that would harm you. This punishment will test your limits, but I will never cross that line. Do you trust me?”

  I don’t hesitate with my response. The words flow from me as though they are the most natural thing in the world. “I do trust you, Gabriel.”

  “Good. Now come with me.”

  “Where are we going?” I ask as Gabriel pulls me into his apartment and kicks the door shut, leaving my clothes lying in the floor outside.

  “The kitchen.”

  “Why the kitchen.”

  “Because you love that room, and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible. If I’m going to push your limits by punishing you for denying me, then I need to take certain precautions by taking you into a space where you’re the most comfortable.”

  His thoughtfulness towards my fears causes warmth the spread through my chest. Protecting myself from him is pointless. Remaining cautious with our relationship is pointless. I’m falling for Gabriel Bertozzi and there is no stopping it, even if I wanted to—which I don’t.

  We push through the door to the kitchen, but instead of going over to the small table as I’d assumed, he leads me over to the butcher block island. With a hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes me down so my chest is pressed against the chilled surface. “Reach your arms up and grab hold of the edge. Do not let go. Do you understand?”

  Doing as he instructed, I reach past my head and grab hold. The position causes me to have to stand on my tip toes in order to reach the full length of the island, but it isn't too uncomfortable.

  “Christ,” Gabriel’s guttural voice reverberates through the room. “You have no idea how fucking perfect your look right now.”

  My entire body flushes at his attention and I know he can see everywhere my skin has turned red. I turn my face and press my cheek against the smooth wood, preparing myself to take Gabriel’s punishment. Everything inside of me feels primed. Every nerve ending sparking to life. I feel none of the fear that came with the punishments from my past. I knew whatever Eduardo had in store for me would always leave me bruised and bloodied. Gabriel is different. I know that this punishment will end with the most delicious pleasure. I’ll gladly grit my teeth and bear whatever he has to give me in order to get to that.

  “Don’t be scared, my bella.” He whispers.

  “I’m not,” I reply just as softly.

  His palm circles my right cheek over my panties in soothing strokes before disappearing. Seconds later, it comes back down with a loud crack, making my body shift on the island in shock. My lips part on a loud gasp as the skin where his hand just connected begins to sting. It’s painful, but there’s a heady mix of pleasure that accompanies it. While the blow hurt just a little, it turned me on even more.

  “Are you all right?” Gabriel asks, his voice laced with concern.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Say stop and I’ll stop. I won’t do anything you can’t handle.”

  “I can take it, Gabriel. I promise.”

  This time he massages my left cheek before spanking it just a touch harder than the last time. An involuntary moan escapes my throat.

  “Who does this body belong to, my bella?” Again, I feel none of the fears from my past. It’s Gabriel saying these words, not Eduardo.

  “You do,” I pant.

  “That’s correct.” Another slap to my right cheek. “This is my body to touch and pleasure as I see fit.”

  “Yes.”

  “Wherever I see fit.” A slap to the left cheek.

  The intensity with each slap grows. My ass feels like it’s on fire but it’s a good burn. “Oh, God,” I groan. “Yes, Gabriel.”

  Another slap. “You’re mine, Marley.”

  “I’m yours.”

  Slap. “Say it again.”

  “I’m yours, Gabriel.”

  Slap. “Again,” he demands.

  “I’m yours!”

  At that, something inside of Gabriel snaps. It’s like he’s lost complete control. Gripping the sides of my panties, he rips them off my body. The sound of his belt being whipped through the loops echoes through the room followed by the rustle of fabric. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, Gabriel’s weight presses down on me, pushing me harder into the island only moments before he thrusts his cock into me as deep as it will go.

  Both of us shout out at the exquisite feeling before he begins pumping into me like man possessed. Each thrust is accompanied by a sharp crack as his palm hits my bare ass. I can’t contain the whimpers and moans that are pushed from me as he fucks me like a mad man. The pleasure is overwhelming. His hands press on the island on either side of my head so hard I can see his knuckles turning white.

  “God, baby. You’re pussies so tight.”

  “Gabriel,” I whimper, moving closer and closer to my orgasm, but it’s just out of reach. “Harder. Please,” I plead, desperate for release.

  “What do you want, Marley?”

  “Fuck me harder, baby. Ple
ase. I need to come.”

  Gabriel stands up straight, wrapping my hair around his wrist and pulling so that I have to stand with him. His chest is flush against my back as the hand gripping my hair tightens, shooting sparks of desire straight between my legs. His free hand wraps around the front of me where he begins circling my aching clit with perfect precision. My walls tighten around his cock as he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in, over and over until it launches me into a breath stealing orgasm. Spots form behind my eye lids as I scream out incoherently with my release.

  I’m still coming when I feel Gabriel’s cock swell inside of me. Seconds later, his hand releases my hair and I’m being pushed back down onto the counter as he pulls out. Turning my head so I can see what’s happening, I watch with rapt attention as he grabs hold of his dick and fucks his hand rougher than I would have dared. The sight of Gabriel giving himself pleasure, along with his fingers still rubbing my clit ruthlessly, sends me into another tailspin. Moving my hips against his hand, I drag this orgasm out as he throws his head back with his own release, moaning loudly as his come coats the heated cheeks of my ass.

  His head comes back down and his eyes narrow on where his seed covers my skin. The expression on his face and his come on my skin makes me feel like I’ve been marked. It’s as if Gabriel just solidified his possession of me—and fuck me, I absolutely love it.

  We stay in this position for several minutes, me sprawled out on the kitchen island, Gabriel pressed against my back with his cock growing soft between our bodies.

  “Are you protected?” Gabriel asks, finally breaking our silence.

  “I have an IUD.” I was so consumed by what he was doing to my body I never once stopped to think that we weren’t using a condom.

  “I’m clean,” he nuzzles against my ear. I never fuck bare. You’re the first. And I just had my physical a month ago. I can show you the results if you’re concerned.

  “I trust you. I’m clean too. I haven’t been with anyone…in a long time.”

  His tongue darts out and pulls the lobe of my ear into his mouth where he nips gently. “Good, because I’ve been inside your tight pussy with nothing between us. If you’re protected, I’m never fucking you with a condom again. Skin to skin from here on out. You cool with that?”

  A pleased smile tips my lips as I tilt my head back and find his lips with my own. “I’m cool with that,” I say after placing a kiss on his temping mouth.

  Finally having found his strength, he pushes his weight off of me and helps me to stand. Spinning me around to face him, his arms snake around my waist, pulling me close. “How do you feel?”

  I let out a contented sigh and let me neck roll back. “Thoroughly punished and expertly fucked.”

  Gabriel’s chest rumbles against my own as he looks down at me and laughs. “Other than that, how are you? I didn’t push you too hard, did I?”

  Smiling at the worry on his face, I reach up and plant my lips against his. “You were perfect, Gabriel.”

  “As were you, my bella,” he says against my lips.

  “So I’ve graduated from bella to my bella?” I ask, having noticed the change in my nickname since we entered the kitchen.

  “That’s right. You’re mine now. My. Bella.” I hum approvingly at the change in my name, reveling in the bliss it makes me feel. “I don’t suppose you remembered to bring an overnight bag with you this time?”

  I give my head a small shake as I trace a pattern on Gabriel’s muscular chest with my fingers. “I didn’t know if you were going to forgive me or not. I didn’t want to assume that you’d want me to stay.”

  Tilting my head up to meet his gaze, he places a quick peck on my lips before pulling back to look at me. “Always assume I want you to stay, baby.”

  “Okay.” Butterflies take flight in my belly as he looks down at me adoringly. My God, I’m falling for this man.

  Gabriel pulls up his pants, buttoning and zipping them then grabs my hand and pulls me back through his apartment until were in the alcove where the elevator is. Leaning down and picking up my clothes, he hands them to me, assisting me as I put them back on—well, everything except for the panties he destroyed in a fit of lust.

  “Here.” He reaches out and hands me a set of keys. “Take my car to your place and pack a bag. Be sure to pack enough close for a few days. I have a few calls to make but I should be done by the time you get back.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “I want you to stay with me. You didn’t bring anything to change in to so I’m loaning you my car to go grab what you need.”

  “Gabriel, I can’t drive your car,” I say, pushing his hand away from me.

  “Of course you can.”

  “I can’t. What if I wreck it or something?”

  “It’s just a car, Marley.”

  At his easy dismissal of the cost I let out a sarcastic huff. “A car that costs more than I’ll make in my lifetime.”

  “Marley,” he warns.

  “Gabriel,” I mock.

  “You’re being difficult. Just take the damn car and come back to me.”

  “Why can’t I just take the bus?”

  “Because my woman doesn’t take the bus. I’ve told you that.”

  I put my hands on my hips and square my shoulders, setting in to battle. “Well your woman took the bus here, didn’t she?”

  At my disgruntled stance, the corner of Gabriel’s lips twitch telling me he’s trying to suppress a laugh. “If I’d known you were coming here, you most certainly wouldn’t have ridden the bus. Now will you please just take the damn keys and go get your stuff?”

  While I might have been enjoying arguing with Gabriel a little too much, I can’t deny that the idea of driving his car holds a certain appeal. Finally relenting to his huffy demands, I take the keys from him a pop up on the balls of my feet to give him a kiss. “Fine, I’ll drive your insanely expensive car. But if I wreck it I don’t want to hear any bitching from you. Got it?”

  He holds his right hand up and gives me a little smirk. “Swear to God. Now get your sexy ass in gear. And like I said, pack for a few days.”

  “Why a few days?”

  Gabriel steps into me, the heat from his body and his smoldering gaze setting my body on fire again. “Because I want you here with me, not across town. I like being able to touch you whenever I want.”

  “O-okay.” I stutter, lost for words at his declaration.

  “Now hurry up,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

  Effectively lighting a fire under my ass, I skip over to the elevator and press the button. “Wait,” I call, turning back around.

  “What level are you parked on?”

  “The elevator takes you directly to where my car is parked in the garage. There’s a small card on the keychain that you can scan in the elevator to get back up here. Just let yourself in.”

  “Okay, see you in a few.”

  “Okay, baby.”

  My excitement at driving Gabriel’s car wanes the second I get behind the wheel. I’m too nervous as I back out of the parking spot and leave the garage to fully enjoy the power under the hood.

  I drive the entire way to my apartment about ten miles under the speed limit, checking my mirrors and blind spots every few seconds. I’m sure I’ve pissed off a ton of people, but the thought of wrecking this car terrifies me.

  After rushing through my apartment, grabbing anything and everything I can stuff into my duffle bag, I head into the bathroom and sweep the cosmetics that line the counter into my makeup bag, toss it into the duffle, and head out.

  From the time I left Gabriel’s house until I got back took over an hour—ridiculous considering we only live about twenty minutes apart. I grab my bag from the passenger seat and take the elevator straight to the penthouse, using the card he’d told to use.

  His front door is unlocked so I walk in, dropping my bag and kicking off my shoes by the door, and go in search of him. I
’ve gone through most of the apartment, looking in all of the areas I’ve seen in my previous visits, and can’t find him anywhere. I’m just about to check his bedroom when I hear his voice coming from a room further down the hall. I pass a closed door—assuming it’s a guest room—and stop in front of what appears to be Gabriel’s home office. Deep, cherry wood wainscoting covers three walls—the other another floor to ceiling window—above that, the walls are painted a deep gray. Everything about the room is masculine, from the dark wood desk, to the leather high back chairs sitting in front of it. The warmth that the rest of the rooms in his house contain isn’t present in here. This room was clearly designed to be Gabriel’s sanctuary. Everything about the décor screams “no girls allowed”.

  I’m about to knock on the partially opened door when his voice comes out in a bark of anger, giving me pause. I know I shouldn’t listen in on his private conversation, but I can’t seem to help myself. Stepping to the side, I press myself against the wall as Gabriel talks to whoever is on the other end of the phone. “I don’t give a fuck if you have to tear this goddamn city apart. Find him!”

  The wood floors creak beneath his feet as he paces the length of the office. “How hard can it possibly be to track someone down? With the technology today no one has any fucking privacy. It shouldn’t be taking this long.” He remains silent for a few seconds, listening to the person on the other end speak. There are a few “uh huhs” and a couple of “yeahs” followed by a long trail of expletives before he finally demands, “Get it fucking done. Now!”

  A small beep sounds, followed by a loud crash I can only assume comes from Gabriel throwing the phone across the room. Not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, I shuffle on my socked feet to the front door, opening and closing it seconds before he comes stomping out of his office.

  The deep crease in the middle of his forehead disappears when his eyes hit me. “Hey baby, you just get back?” he asks, looking down at his watch.

  “Uh, yeah.” I fib— just slightly seeing as I’ve only been here a couple of minutes— not wanting to admit to overhearing part of his conversation. I don’t know what his work entails, but it’s clearly stressful for him judging by the harshness I saw on his features a minute ago.