Not just any kiss either, but tender, yet demanding ownership of her mouth, which left her breathlessly clinging onto him for support. His hand fisted in her damp hair, and the sweet sting of pain only served to excite her further. Lord help her, she’d turned into raving nymphomaniac around him it seemed. By the time he released her mouth with an animalistic growl that reverberated through every fiber of her being, she was so ready to jump him again.
Not that Gabe let her, of course. He studied her instead, his face all harsh angles and dangerous intent, and she murmured her apology.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.” Lissa dropped her gaze to his collarbone unable to stand the intensity of his gaze any longer.
Gabe sighed, and hand still wrapped in her hair guided her out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom.
“I should pummel your ass for this, girl, but I have a better punishment in mind for you.” He released her and stepped away. “Drop the towel, girl, and get on the bed on all fours, butt up in the air, shoulders down.”
It didn’t even occur to Lissa to not comply with that demand because this was Gabe in stern Daddy mode, and heaven help her if she didn’t want to please him. Craved this side of him and the freedom to be found in submission.
“Good girl.” That grumbled praise made her smile into the fresh covers, and she held her breath as she heard him rummage around. The pop of a lid coming off made her stomach flip over in anticipation. The bed dipped, and then he was behind her, his body heat seeping into her, as he grasped her butt cheeks and squeezed hard. Her pussy clenched, and Gabe laughed.
“Such a naughty little wife I’ve got. You’re so turned on my cock would slide right back in here wouldn’t it?” He slipped one hand lower, through her wet folds, until he could slide two fingers knuckle deep into her channel.
Oversensitive muscles protested that move, even as the slight sting of pain made her embarrassingly wet. Gabe thrust those digits in and out of her pussy a few times. The wet noises should have been mortally embarrassing, but this was Gabe, her husband, her Daddy, and under his appreciative murmurs at her response there was no room for shame. Just red-hot arousal which made her pant in need and meant her hips took on a life of their own, seeking more of him. She pushed against his digits, and Gabe laughed.
“Yes, so very naughty. You’d let me fuck this sweet cunt again, wouldn’t you, girl?”
“Yes, Daddy, please, please…”
Spirals of desire radiated out from his fingers in her cunt, and Lissa was so close, so damn close again, it wasn’t even real.
“Yes, you want Daddy’s cock again, don’t you, girl? How about in here?”
He slipped what felt like one well lubed finger into her butthole, and Lissa gasped at the strange sensation. Something cold dribbled down between her ass cheeks and then there was more pressure as Gabe added another finger.
“Oh, God, I can’t. I never … fuck.”
Gabe pushed another finger inside that forbidden place, stretching her, and Lissa could barely breathe. That felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time.
“I was going to wait to claim this hole, but I think I’ll fuck you right here and now. What do you say, my sweet? Will you let Daddy sink his big fat cock into that tiny hole?”
Gabe’s voice dropped an octave taking on that deep, dark delicious growl which meant she had to obey him.
“Have you been a good girl and used those butt plugs I told you to?”
Lissa screwed her eyes shut and swallowed hard. She’d balked at the demand at the time, but curiosity had won out in the end. So, yeah, she’d dabbled.
A hard swat to her ass took her breath away, and she moaned the loss of his fingers in her butt.
“Answer your Daddy, girl. I need to know if you’re ready for this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The concern behind those grumbled words, his voice harsh with need, proved her undoing, and she somehow managed to get the words out of her parched throat.
“Yes, I did, but I only used the first two.”
The kiss between her shoulder blades took her by surprise, and then his fingers were probing, stretching her to the brink of pain.
“I see, well we can work with that. I’ll be careful, but I need to be in you.”
He pushed in deeper, twisted his fingers, awakening untold nerve endings, and Lissa groaned.
“Please, green, Daddy, please, I need… Oh God, so full.”
Speech became impossible as the pressure in her butt increased.
“Relax, baby, blow out, and push against me. That’s it. That’s so fucking it. Fuck.”
Through the haze of pleasurable pain, Lissa smiled at the words delivered in staccato pants of air. To know she affected him like this was a heady aphrodisiac indeed. It made her determined to take any kind of pain for him, to do this for him, even if it killed her, even if she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week without wincing.
In the end there was little pain, as he bottomed out inside of her, his harsh breaths in her neck testament to how much this turned him on, and then he started to move. Slowly at first, and then with ever increasing speed. Muscles stretched, nerves tingled, and Lissa flew headlong into an orgasm so intense she saw stars. Different from the ones she had before, yet no less intense, she shuddered and screamed, dimly aware of Gabe following her over that cliff into ecstasy. They collapsed together on the bed with Gabe rolling them onto their side, his cock still deeply lodged in her butt. Eventually it softened and slipped out of her. Lissa couldn’t help her wince of pain, which brought Gabe’s concerned face into her view.
“You’re okay, baby?” he asked.
“Fine, I just … I never knew it was possible to come like that.” Heat stained her cheeks, and Gabe’s expression grew tender.
“Oh, sweetheart, anal orgasms are entirely possible if you know what you’re doing. You, my sweet, are beautifully responsive.” He kissed her, and Lissa sighed into his mouth.
“If you say so.”
That response earned her a mock glare, before he got out of bed and padded away. She didn’t have time to wonder what he was up to, before he was back, warm washcloth in hand and proceeded to clean her butt and thighs gently.
“There, that’ll do,” he said as he flung the washcloth on the floor and tucked her into his side, as he stretched out with her under the covers.
“Now, go to sleep, girl. I don’t know about you, but I’m fucking knackered now.”
Lissa grinned and snuggled into his chest.
“So, was I better than these other women you’ve had?”
Gabe’s deep sigh made her hold her breath, especially as his muscles tensed. He didn’t grow angry though, as she thought he might, just blew out a breath and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Girl, I’m no saint. You know that. Yes, there has been more pussy in my life than I can count, but they didn’t mean anything. None of them were my wife.”
The emphasis he put on that one word gave her a warm glow inside, and she smiled into his chest as she twirled her fingers around his chest hair and tugged.
“Watch it, girl.”
Lissa pushed herself up slightly to be able to see his expression, and everything inside her just melted at the tenderness in his gaze. Oh, sweet Jesus, this Gabe she could so easily fall in love with. Maybe she already had?
“So, is that your cock-eyed way of saying I’m different?” she asked.
“Of course, you’re fucking different, woman. Those others were just holes to fill.”
She flinched at the rude words, and Gabe kissed her nose.
“Forgive me, you know what I mean. Why all these questions, babe?”
Lissa swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat and forced herself to ask the next question.
“I just wanted to know. What about my mum?” She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, and she hurried on lest she run out of courage. “I mean, I heard Papa say he took her away from you so…”
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�Your father is a cock-sucking asshole who never deserved your mother, Lissa, and no. She was different, or she would have been. I never fucked your mother, babe. We were friends, and I loved her like a sister, that’s all. Jesus, girl, do you honestly think I could be here with you like this, if we’d ever been an item?” He wrapped his hand back in her hair, forcing her gaze up, and she could read the sincerity in his eyes. “I might be a monster, but even I’m not such a cold-hearted bastard.”
Lissa gasped and reached out to run her fingers through his beard.
“I don’t think you’re a monster, Gabe.”
He blinked once, and then smiled.
“Ah, you don’t know me that well yet, my sweet.”
He released his hold on her, and Lissa snuggled back down into his side. She wanted to deny that notion, but she was all too painfully aware that he was right. They’d spent little time together so far, and what there had been of it had been emotionally charged to say the least. Maybe that’s all this was and the ache in her chest had nothing to do with her having fallen in love with her husband after all. Silence fell between them, and eventually his even breaths told her he must be asleep. It took her a hell of a lot longer, for sure.
Chapter Eleven
Lissa woke up with a smile on her face, stretched and winced. Lordy, everything down there was tender this morning. Still, definitely the good kind of aching. She moved over to Gabe’s side of the bed, only to find it empty. She rolled her eyes at the immediate wave of disappointment that assaulted her.
Jeez, she had it bad, and of course, he wouldn’t be there. The hum of the engines and the gentle rocking movements of the boat meant someone had to be steering it. As they were the only two people on the yacht, logic dictated Gabe must have gotten up at the crack of dawn to move them on. Where that man got his energy from was beyond her.
She turned a little more to avoid the sun shining right in through the little balcony attached the bedroom and frowned. Then again, what time was it exactly? She sat up properly and spotted Gabe’s note propped up next to a travel mug on the nightstand. A big bold arrow pointed upwards with two words.
Drink this!
Her heart skipped a few beats when she picked up the mug to reveal another note. Having popped open the lid, she inhaled deeply as the wonderful aroma of coffee filled her nostrils. She then took a sip and read that note.
Morning, sweetheart. Didn’t want to wake you. Once you’ve had this coffee, and I can be sure that you won’t kill me, come and find me.
G x
PS: If you come above deck wear a life vest.
She grinned to herself as she drank up and traced that one kiss left behind on the paper. Such a small thing to do, yet it meant the world to her.
Having taken care of the morning necessities in the bathroom—the run-down candles made her smile widen—she pulled on some leggings and a t-shirt, twisted her long hair up into a messy bun, and went in search of her husband. As she thought he was at the wheel, and the sight of him stalled her breath anew.
With the wind blowing through his hair, and clad in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, he looked much younger than his age. Were it not for the gray streaks in his hair and beard, he could have passed for someone in his late thirties. Not that his age mattered to her. Other folks might think he was old enough to be her father, and technically he was, but so what?
She loved him.
Oh my God, I do love him.
Far from sending her into a panic attack, that knowledge settled around her like a comforting blanket. Those large hands of his, handling the wooden wheel with expert ease might be used to kill people, but they’d given her nothing but pleasure. So much pleasure, that she grew wet just remembering it, and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the sweet ache in her pussy. A look at the clock on the wall gave her an answer to her earlier question. It was almost lunchtime, and her stomach rumbled loudly. The view out of the portholes showed nothing but a wide expanse of sea, and another giggle bubbled up inside her.
This was just so exciting. Just the two of them sailing away. Not for one moment did she feel unsafe. Gabe clearly knew what he was doing, and this enforced proximity meant they could truly get to know each other. Starting with some food.
A rummage through the fridge unearthed bacon, mushrooms, and eggs, the perfect ingredients for the one thing Lissa could make to perfection. She set to work humming to herself, so engrossed in her task that she didn’t notice the yacht wasn’t moving anymore until Gabe’s large hands landed on her shoulders.
She jumped, almost flinging the omelets onto the floor rather than their waiting plates, and Gabe’s low laughter washed over her.
“Easy there, baby girl. That actually looks delicious, and I’m starving.”
He nuzzled into her neck, and Lissa shut her eyes and simply enjoyed this moment of tenderness between them. It was over all too soon, as he stepped away and, grabbing the plates, put them down on the table for her.
When she joined him, he grinned at her and tucked into his omelet with a groan of delight, which gave her the most ridiculous happy glow inside.
To mask her reaction to him, she picked up her cutlery and started eating.
A comfortable silence fell between them until Gabe pushed his plate away, patted his stomach, and fixed her with a stern look, that made her stomach flip in anticipation. She knew that look, and she squirmed on her chair.
“I thought you said you couldn’t cook, baby girl?”
“I, well, this is just an omelet, hardly cooking, Daddy.” Her whispered reply made his eyes heat in lust and some other, much deeper emotion that meant she grew wet for him all over again. He inhaled sharply and crossed his arms over his chest. The action made his biceps bunch under the fabric of his shirt, and Lissa barely suppressed a sigh of contentment. This was her husband, and right now she couldn’t have been happier if she tried. One eyebrow cocked up at her reaction, and when he spoke his voice took on that delicious edge. The one which meant she would do anything for him.
“Have I not told you not to call me that unless we’re in a scene, girl?”
Lissa tore her gaze away from his muscles and nodded.
“You did, Daddy.”
A deep animalistic growl came from the man sitting opposite her, and she swallowed past the lump in her throat, as every feminine cell in her body sighed in submission.
“Topping from the bottom, girl?” he asked, and she shrugged.
“I don’t even know what that means.”
A sigh was his answer this time.
“Come here, girl.”
He uncrossed his arms and patted his lap, and Lissa wasted no time taking him up on that invitation. She scooted onto his lap and snuggled in when his arms came around her in a tight embrace.
“Better?” The deep rumble of his voice vibrated through her, and Lissa snuggled in closer, closed her eyes, and whispered her answer.
“Much, thank you.”
His cock hardened under her butt cheeks, and Lissa’s breathing grew heavy as she wriggled against it. A sharp slap to her thigh stopped her.
“Behave yourself, minx. You’re not up for a repeat performance and, besides, I want us to have crossed the Bay of Biscay by this afternoon. I’ve got a table booked at a charming little restaurant in La Rochelle.”
That got her attention, and, pushing her hands against his big chest, she sat up more. The fact that he let her, smiled down at her, wasn’t lost on her, as he kissed her nose.
“Like that idea, I see?”
Lissa swallowed her snarky comeback. Her Daddy wouldn’t appreciate that, and she sure didn’t want to spoil the moment.
“I thought we’d just stay on the boat?”
Gabe ran a hand through his hair and studied her for the longest time before he spoke.
“That had been my original intention, but I find that I want to show off my wife. And I think you’d enjoy exploring, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”
The unexpected ende
arment made her grin like a loon, and Gabe’s stern features relaxed into a smile.
“Thought so, plus I’m pretty sure you won’t be trying to make a run for it the minute we’re on dry land, right? Not that you’d get very far, if you tried, girl.” His voice dropped on the last few words, took on that edge which would have terrified her before with that silent threat, but now she simply smiled and nodded.
“Why would I run?” she asked. “Maybe I quite like the perks that come with being married to you.”
Gabe threw his head back and laughed before he wrapped his hand into her bun and tugged her head back. The sharp zing of pain settled straight in her clit, and she gasped.
“Are there now, girl?” He sobered and studied her with that grim intensity which never failed to get her wet. “And what would those be? Do enlighten me.”
“You do own a mirror, right?” she countered, and Gabe’s eyes narrowed.
“Meaning?” She jumped a little at that clipped reply, but she carried on with her train of thought. It seemed imperative to make him see. Not that she had the courage to confess her feelings—she wasn’t entirely sure he would welcome such declarations—but she had to show him that she’d changed, and that she appreciated all the effort he’d put in on her behalf.
“Well, look at you. Any woman would be happy to call you her husband, and then there is all this.” She waved a hand around the yacht, and his gaze grew tender. “I mean, you didn’t have to do any of this. Papa all but sold me to you.” His hold on her hair grew painful and she winced.
“Andrini doesn’t deserve that title, and I don’t want you mentioning him again, are we clear?”
Lissa blinked back tears, and the hold on her hair lessened, turned into a soothing caress as he slid his fingers to her nape and kissed her. A mere brush of his lips across hers, as he murmured his apology.
“Forgive me, but I don’t want to think about that fucker or his cohorts while I’m on my honeymoon and neither should you.”
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