by Nikki Chase
I nod, and Gabe’s cock in my mouth slides back and forth with me.
Gabe groans and pulls my hair. “That feels good angel, and I’m glad you feel that way, but I want you to answer with your words, okay?”
How am I supposed to talk with a cock in my mouth?
I start to pull away, but Gabe’s iron grip keeps me in place.
“Okay,” I say, the word muffled by the thick cock between my lips.
“Good girl. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. You sound great, too.” He smiles and pets my hair. “Do you want to come, angel?”
“Yes.”
“I said I wouldn’t make you come, but you can play with yourself,” he says.
Play with myself? I’ve only ever done that alone. It’s not a partnered activity in my world.
But I can’t deny the tingling between my legs has turned into full-on throbbing now. A drip escapes my panties and glides down my thigh. I need something to soothe the ache.
I move my hand to my pussy and press against the hood of my clit. Oh God, that feels good…
“Did I say you could use your hand?” Gabe asks.
He pulls his belt out of the loops and bends down, his cock stabbing deeper into my mouth. He pulls my wrists back and ties them together with his belt, the leather cool and smooth on my skin.
I look up at Gabe as he slides his cock back and forth, in and out of my mouth. He’s wearing a sinful smile.
I almost jump when I feel something touch my pussy over my pants, and I realize it’s the top of Gabe’s shoe.
He wants me to…
This is some sick stuff, but I can’t help the way I feel. It’s also hot as hell, and the pressure from his shoe does feel amazing on my pussy.
So I do it. I straddle Gabe’s foot and dry-hump his shoe like I’m a desperate woman, matching the rhythm of Gabe’s cock thrusting in and out of my mouth.
Even though this doesn’t physically feel as good as Gabe’s fingers on my pussy, my arousal keeps building and building, until I finally shudder against his leg.
Gabe grabs my hair tighter and starts to thrust deeper, until he hits the back of my throat, making me gag.
Gabe pulls out a little, but then he starts to fuck my mouth faster. He doesn’t get deep enough to make me gag again, but other than that he’s using my mouth like he’s forgotten it’s attached to me.
But I don’t care. I want him to use me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
Gabe’s jaw drops open and his face contorts as he pulls my hair harder and really pumps into me with abandon.
The cock in my mouth grows slightly bigger and thicker, until finally it starts to twitch. Gabe’s whole body is tense, his eyes squeezed shut, as his cock floods my mouth with something warm and salty.
Gabe’s cum. He’s just come in my mouth.
Even though I’ve just climaxed, my pussy starts to stir again, and without even realizing it, I start to grind myself against Gabe’s shoe again.
“Get up here, angel,” Gabe says with a hoarse voice. “I’ll take care of you.”
He pulls me up to my feet, then yanks my pants down. As they gather around my ankles, Gabe bends me over the bed and caresses my ass and thighs.
Is he going to fuck me now?
Am I about to lose my virginity?
It’s so strange to have something so crazy happen in the hospital—one of the most mundane places in my life.
As Gabe pushes a finger into my opening, a moan escapes my mouth. I bite down hard on my bottom lip and as I open my eyes, I notice my phone on the nightstand lighting up. I strain my eyes to read the name of the caller: Mom.
Shit. What is she doing, calling me in the middle of the day? I thought I told her to only call me in case of an emergency.
But maybe it is an emergency.
What if she fell down the stairs and Ray isn’t home to help her?
What if she wandered to the bad side of town and got kidnapped for ransom by a bunch of bad dudes?
Yeah, I should probably pick up that phone call.
I start to get up, but Gabe’s hand on the small of my back pushes me down. With his finger still inside me, Gabe asks, “Are you a virgin?”
Shit.
This cannot happen at a worse time.
Okay. Between Gabe’s question and Mom’s phone call. Obviously Mom’s call is more important. She could be hurt or something.
Gabe is still frowning at me, watching me closely with a stern expression.
“I, uh, I have to go,” I say softly.
“Not so fast, angel.”
“I have an important phone call.” I point at my phone, which is still lighting up.
I’m glad I don’t have a picture of her linked to her number in my phone book, or her picture would’ve shown up and Gabe would’ve recognized her.
Gabe releases his hold on me. “Okay, but we’ll have to talk later.”
Jacqueline
I mumble an “okay” to Gabe. I’m so not looking forward to this conversation.
I awkwardly pull up my pants, grab my phone from the nightstand, and leave the room, getting away from Gabe’s penetrating gaze.
I call my mom back. She’d better have a good reason for the interruption. If it weren’t for her phone call, I might already be a non-virgin by now.
Or I might be getting attacked by questions I can’t answer. I don’t know. Maybe I was saved by Mom’s phone call.
But then again… me trapped under Gabe’s control, him interrogating and torturing me… I don’t know, it sounds kind of hot.
“Hi, honey,” Mom says sweetly from the other end, sounding like nothing’s wrong.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
“I’m at your hospital, honey.”
“What? I thought your appointment with Dr. Craig wasn’t until Friday.”
The line stays quiet for a few seconds, but I can just feel the disapproval oozing from the other end of the phone. “You don’t sound very happy about me being here, dear.”
“No, it’s just…” I fumble for words to say. Luckily, I’ve had a lot of practice preventing one of Mom’s outbursts from happening. “I just think it’s too bad that you’re here today, because it’s pretty busy time.”
“Oh, that’s okay, dear, I’ll come and find you. You just stay where you are.”
“No, no.” That would be worse. I don’t want her to come here and bump into Gabe. That’s the stuff of my nightmares. I check my watch. “I can get away to see you. This hospital is like a maze. I don’t want you to get lost.”
“Oh, okay.” I can almost hear the smile in Mom’s voice.
“You’re near Dr. Craig’s office, right?”
“Actually, I’m still in the lobby, and I don’t remember how to get to his office. I was just about to ask the girl at the counter when you called.”
“Wait there. I’ll meet you there and take you to Dr. Craig’s office.”
I end the call, feeling like I’ve just dodged a bullet.
Nina, the new nurse working the main desk at the lobby, is incredibly chatty. She would’ve started a long conversation with my mom and introduced her to a few other people. She might’ve even taken a few selfies with my mom to show the people she didn’t get to introduce.
That would’ve pulled Mom too deep into my “workplace” box.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I see Mom sitting by herself in the waiting room. “Hi, Mom. Where’s Ray?”
“Oh, he had to go see a friend. He’ll pick me up after my appointment.”
Of course. What am I thinking? There’s no way Ray would just sit here in the hospital for one hour to wait for Mom to finish talking to her “head doctor.”
“So what are your plans for today, Mom?”
As my mom gets distracted by the task of reading out her to-do list, I nod and smile at Nina when we pass the counter, then I break eye contact and walk as fast as Mom can.
My eyes widen when I realize there’s a picture of t
he Chief of Medicine—Gabe’s dad—on the wall of the hallway. I move to the other side to block Mom’s view of it.
I don’t know how she’s never noticed it before, but she’s not the most observant person I know, and it’s not something people pay attention to. Hell, I’ve overlooked that picture even though I’ve walked through this hall hundreds of times before.
My mom is ten minutes early, so I sit with her until her turn with Dr. Craig comes. Some people recognize me and smile at my mom as they walk past, which makes me nervous. But nobody says anything.
I guess my mom looks just like any other patient, and they don’t suspect any special relationship between us.
As long as neither Gabe nor Gabe’s dad walks past, we should be fine.
I huff a relieved sigh when a nurse calls my mom’s name and she disappears into Dr. Craig’s room.
I know it’s a risk every week when Mom sees her doctor. That’s why I was opposed to her coming here.
But there’s nothing I can do about it. Dr. Craig is her regular shrink now and that’s that.
At least when she comes here on my day off, she doesn’t try to find me and wander all over the hospital.
Mom doesn’t like talking to strangers so she usually keeps her interactions with the hospital staff to a minimum. But if she gets it into her head that I know these people, she’d get a lot more talkative because they’re supposed to be my friends.
Oh, well. At least I got her to agree to go straight home after her appointment.
So that’s one crisis handled.
Now, I need to think about what to do with Gabe.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Gabe’s voice surprises me. It’s like just the thought of him has conjured him up before me.
Shit.
Mom just went into Dr. Craig’s room, like, a second ago. Did he see her?
Jacqueline
What is he talking about? Did he see Mom? Or is this about my virginity?
I think I can get away with being the kind of virgin who picks up a stranger for a one-night stand—it’ll be tricky, but there’s a small chance I can pull it off.
But if Gabe finds out who I’m related to, I’m done.
At least we’re in one of the hospital’s busy hallways, so there’s less chance of someone making a scene. All bets are off, though, if my mom happens to step out of Dr. Craig’s office now.
“Why didn’t I tell you… Uh…” I stall while I rack my brain for the right thing to say. I decide to go with something vague. “It’s… a very difficult thing to tell someone.”
“Yeah, but don’t you think you should’ve told me? You’re playing a dangerous game here, angel,” Gabe says sternly as he crosses his arms across his chest.
The fact that he’s calling me “angel” is a good sign. At least he hasn’t started calling me “Jackie.”
“I know that now. I’m sorry.” I still can’t be sure what Gabe’s talking about, but apologizing is probably the fastest way to end this.
“I don’t know what your deal is, but you’re going about it the wrong way.” Gabe runs his fingers through his thick, chestnut-colored hair as he lets out a big sigh. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I could’ve hurt you.”
I let out a big exhale, suddenly realizing that I’ve been holding my breath.
He didn’t find out about who I am. He’s just worried about me. Aww… that is so sweet. My chest swells at the knowledge that Gabe has been concerned about my well-being, and a smile forms on my lips.
“How’s your mom?” Gabe asks, a storm in his green eyes.
What?
Okay, seriously what are we talking about?
“My mom?” I ask, my heart jumping into my throat.
“Yeah, there was a phone call from your mom before you left the room, right?” Gabe asks casually.
“Oh, right.” I slowly let out a surreptitious relieved exhale through my nose. My heart is getting an extreme work-out from all these close calls. “She’s fine,” I say. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” I think I’m trying to convince him as much as I’m trying to convince myself.
If this keeps happening, something will soon go wrong with my heart. It’s been running way past its safe capacity all day.
“Good.” In a tougher tone, Gabe asks, “So, what is it? You were just tired of being a virgin and you decided to pick a random guy at a party?”
That couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m perfectly okay with being a virgin and Gabe is the opposite of “random.”
“Yeah, something like that,” I hear myself say.
“That was reckless. You should’ve been more careful.” Gabe’s steely voice only makes me happier. He must care about me if he gets that worried about hurting me.
“I don’t know the right way to go about it, losing my virginity. Could you show me?” I ask coyly in an attempt to shift the mood.
Gabe’s eyes darken, and I know he’s thinking about the same thing I’m thinking about: his thick, hard cock penetrating my virgin pussy.
“Of course. I’m happy to oblige.” A smile spreads across his chiseled features.
The promise in his words sends a shudder down my spine. My heart pounds in my chest at the thought of Gabe claiming my virgin body for himself.
“Come to my hotel room tonight at 9. Sharp. Just because you’re a virgin doesn’t mean you’ll get off easy. I’ll still punish you if you’re late. Do you understand?” Gabe stares deep into my eyes with an air of authority.
I can’t possibly say “no” to Gabe. Not when he puts something so irresistibly enticing on the table. Not even if I have to pretend to be someone else to get into his bed.
“Yes.”
“Come in,” Gabe says in his deep, alluring voice as he opens the door to his hotel room.
He has changed out of his scrubs and white coat, into a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt that pulls snugly across his chest, showing hints of the hard lines and ridges underneath.
He smiles, but it’s not a friendly smile. There’s a hungry glint in his eyes, and his gaze caresses my body in a way that leaves no doubt as to what he wants.
There’s no pretense tonight—at least not as far as Gabe is aware. He didn’t pick me up in his car. We didn’t go to dinner first, or a walk on the beach. We both know what we’re here for.
“You’re six minutes late,” Gabe says menacingly as he puts his big, warm hand on my back and leads me deeper into his room.
The Excelsior is an old hotel, with its stone facade and its creeping vines. It’s obvious the management has been taking good care of it, though.
It looks like there’s a fresh coat of dark stain on the wood paneling on the walls, and the upholstery has been updated to a simpler, more modern style. The room has been equipped with modern technology too, from a large flat-panel HDTV mounted on the wall, to a gadget-charging station on the nightstand.
“I took off early, but the traffic was really bad,” I protest.
It doesn’t help that Gabe ordered me to put on the red dress that I wore to the party, and I had to go home to get it. I even had to bribe my cab driver with an extra ten bucks so he’d go faster.
To be fair to Gabe, if I really did live in Karen’s apartment, which is only a couple of blocks away from the hospital, I would’ve made it on time.
“Did I ask for excuses?” Gabe asks. “The fact remains that you’re six minutes late, and you know what happens when you’re six minutes late, don’t you?”
I lower my head and look up at Gabe from under my eyelashes.
I remember.
I remember every single thing he said on the balcony. But I can’t bring myself to say it.
“Let me refresh your memory.” Gabe pauses as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
I start to sit down beside him, but Gabe grabs my wrist.
“Did I tell you to sit down?”
“No,” I say softly as I stand back up.
“Good girl. We’re getting off to a go
od start.” Gabe smirks. “Your first lesson is, whatever I say, goes.”
A thrill runs down my spine at the thought of being completely under Gabe’s control. This is a combination of all my dirtiest fantasies coming to life.
I didn’t even dare imagine that Gabe would take my virginity and dominate me while he does it. I was worried that he’d treat me like a fragile little thing when he found out I’m a virgin, but it seems I was worried for nothing.
“Did you hear me, angel?” Gabe asks. “I want you to answer me with your words.”
“Yes.”
“You know what’s going to happen now?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
I hesitate. “You’re going to… spank me.”
“That’s right, angel. Get on my lap,” Gabe says as he pats his thigh.
“Yes.”
I’ve seen this on… uh, various sites on the Internet… that I just happened to stumble upon. I’ll just have to lie across Gabe’s lap.
As I bend down, Gabe says, “Not there.”
He grabs my waist with his strong hands and positions me so I’m straddling his thigh. My body lies along the same thigh and my head rests on the bed behind Gabe’s back.
He pulls the hem of my dress up until the red fabric bunches up around my waist. My lace panties are kind of see through, so he can see my ass right now.
Maybe there’s no reason to get embarrassed because I’ve already seen Gabe’s cock, but I’ve never taken any article of clothing off for any man before. My heart beats so hard I wonder if Gabe can feel it pulsing against his thigh.
He pulls my panties down to expose my ass and pussy, then without a warning, his palm lands on my ass. Smack!
Even though I knew Gabe was going to do that, I still cry out in surprise.
“Scream all you want,” Gabe says darkly. “It only makes me harder.”
I clutch the bedsheets with my fingers and stiffen my muscles, bracing myself for more pain.
But instead, Gabe lightly caresses my ass cheek, soothing the stinging pain and turning it into warm, almost-pleasant tingles.
As Gabe’s hand wanders over my pussy lips, the pain vanishes and my body floods with warmth. I can feel myself growing wetter. Am I staining Gabe’s jeans?