by Ivory Quinn
Heat and hunger flared between them as the kiss grew fierce and Noelle barely noticed when strong hands gripped her thighs, lifting her so that her legs curved around his waist. She did notice when her back hit the wall and Gabriel’s lips left hers, heading down her neck to trail fire across her collarbones. She met the groupie’s eyes evenly, even when Gabriel’s hips rocked against hers and she moaned softly with need. The woman was torn between horror and lust, but jealousy most of all rode her face in a rage of envy.
“Are you satisfied kitten?” Gabriel murmured against her skin, increasing the delicious friction between them until she gasped.
“I will be.” She grinned wickedly. “Oh I definitely will be. But I don’t think we need to rub her face in it any more.”
“Then let’s go home and get depraved.” He said, just loud enough for everyone around them to hear, and you could have heard a pin drop as everyone gaped open-mouthed at them.
“Yes Master.” Grinning, she unhooked her ankles and slid wantonly down the front of his body, noticing with amusement that he was rock hard. If they made it home before he’d dealt with that, she would bet her life savings on the lottery.
Gabriel turned on the groupie. “That is what it means to be my kitten.” His voice was a whisper of burning ice and the girl flinched.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know.” She blurted out, but the damage was done. He gave her a look of contempt and turned his back.
“Come kitten. I need you.” I need you. She smiled up at him.
“As you wish.” He led her through the crowd of startled people, snagging her coat from the rack by the door and tucking it under his arm.
“Give me my sweater.” He told her as they approached the exit and she sighed, having hoped he’d forget. “Don’t sigh.” The beast was back, rolling beneath his tone of voice as his fingertips brushed across her skin. “You’ve already disobeyed me once tonight. You do not wish to make the punishment worse.”
She endured the gauntlet of screaming photographers and fans all the way to the car and slid onto the seat with shaking legs. She didn’t know how Gabriel could stand it. He’d deflected most of it from her, but still...it was not a pleasant experience. He climbed in after her and the car immediately pulled away. It was a limousine this time, with acres of space. Stretching his legs out, he removed his mask and tossed it on the floor.
“Why did you call me Master?” He asked and she blinked.
“I...” She was about to say she didn’t know, but the mood he was in tonight he wouldn’t take the lie well. “It amused me to shock her.” She said carefully, after some thought. “I’m not some pathetic groupie. I’m yours. This is real.”
“Good answer.” He smiled. “What are your thoughts on continuing to call me Master whenever we’re in the play room?”
Again, she gave it some lengthy consideration. “I think I’d like that.” She said hesitantly and he nodded.
“Explain.”
“It helps me draw the line.” She turned thoughtful. “I know you don’t understand my need to compartmentalise everything, but if I don’t I’ll drown in you. Out here we’re Gabriel and Noelle. In there we’re Master and kitten. I feel safer when I know who I am within clearly delineated boundaries.”
“I won’t stop calling you kitten.” He warned her softly and she chuckled.
“I know, but out here it has a different intent. It’s not you that has the problem drawing the line.”
“Then it’s settled.” He took her hand. “You will call me Master.”
“Yes.” She shivered at his tone, feeling like she’d just signed her soul over to Satan.
“Come here.” He commanded and she slid across the seat towards him, silently laughing that they were going to seal the agreement with a kiss, like the devil at the crossroads of yore.
“Do you want me to take the mask off?” She asked as he scooped her around to straddle his lap.
“No. Leave it on.” He reached up to touch the warm leather. “When we get home I’m going to take you into the play room and fuck you while you’re naked except for your mask and your boots.”
“Oh.” She gasped, even now his crudeness both scandalising and thrilling her dark places.
“You were a bad girl tonight kitten.” He levelled her a steady look. “Do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do to you?” Good question. Could she bear to spend the next forty minutes knowing what was going to happen to her, or would it be worse to walk into the play room with no idea what she was facing? “Answer me kitten.” He growled and her eyes went wide.
“Yes.” She blurted out before she could stop herself. “Tell me. Please.”
“I’m going to undress you.” He ran a finger down the line of neatly folded leather covering her body. “When you’re naked, I’m going to tie you up and hang you from my ballet bar. I’m going to prepare you.” His hand slid up her thigh under her skirt and grasped her cheek, leaving her in no doubt exactly what he would be preparing. “When you’re spread and wanting, I’m going to let you worship my cock with your tongue.” She gasped and he slipped a finger from his other hand past her lips and into her mouth, a teaser of things to come. “I’m going to come down your throat. And then, kitten, then I’m going to make you beg.”
“Beg?” She squeaked around his finger and he nodded, dark humour lacing his lips.
“You’re going to beg me to fuck your arse. And you’re going to ask for it hard.”
Her legs wobbled. “I don’t think I could beg for that.” She admitted, drawing her head back so his finger slipped out.
“Don’t underestimate my powers of persuasion, kitten.” He said, amused. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you.”
“I thought that was the point of telling me.” She said, before her brain to mouth filter engaged, and he went still.
“For that, you will let me mark you again.” Her hands instantly went to her throat and he growled. “I didn’t say I would bite you again. There are other ways to mark a woman, kitten.” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “I could spank you.” He whispered. “I think my hand print would look fine on that creamy-cheeked arse of yours.” Under her skirt his hand was possessively caressing the smooth globes of her backside.
“I won’t let you hit me.” She said stubbornly and he smiled.
“It’s not hitting, kitten. There’s a difference. One day I’ll make you beg me to spank you too, but maybe not today.” He slipped his fingers back into her mouth as though it fascinated him. “Maybe I’ll tie you tightly so the rope moulds your skin. Maybe I’ll just get a sharpie and write on you.”
Well at least that wouldn’t hurt. She could deal with that. Silently she prayed for the sharpie. It might take a few days to wash off, but she knew he was too sensible to write anywhere it might be seen if the language was filthy, and she knew it would be filthy. That was the whole point of a punishment, to humiliate and deter.
“I’m not sure about swallowing.” She whispered around his fingers, screwing her face up as that minor detail came back to her. His eyes narrowed as he considered her, weighing how far he could push it, and then he nodded.
“I’ll make you a deal, kitten.” He smiled. “You let me spank you once and I won’t make you swallow.”
“Just once?” She wavered, fighting the urge to bite the inside of her lip. Spank or swallow? She couldn’t decide. If she let him spank her, the pain would be over in a heartbeat. It would be just one sting...like having an injection at the doctor. If she swallowed, she’d have to force it down. What if she was sick? That would be horrendous. It didn’t matter which way she thought about it, she just couldn’t get her head around the idea of swallowing someone else’s bodily fluids. The very idea made her shudder. She closed her eyes as he nodded and heat crept up her throat, flushing her cheeks with shame. “I’ll take the spank.” She whispered.
“Say it like you mean it kitten.” He took his hand from her mouth and she inhaled a deep breath.
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“I’ll take the spank please Master.” She forced her frayed nerves to stop jangling, but he still wasn’t happy.
“Open your eyes and tell me you want it.” He growled. Wincing, she opened her eyes and met his. They were deep pools of burning darkness, stripping her to the bone, and she swallowed.
“I...I want...” She faltered. She didn’t want it. She just didn’t want the other option more.
“Tell me you want it.” His voice was rumbling, low in the bass register, and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
“I want it.” She whispered.
“Say it again. Properly.”
“Please Master, I want you to spank me.” Her cheeks were scarlet but he finally nodded, wickedness touching his features.
“I told you I would make you beg for it.” He shifted in the seat to put more room between himself and the door. “No time like the present kitten. Panties down, skirt to the waist and lie over my knees.”
“Now?!” Panic spiked and she fought to stop herself hyperventilating.
“Yes kitten, now.”
Oh hell...I can do this. She thought feverishly. Just like going to the doctor...one sting and it would be over. With shaking hands, she pushed herself off him to kneel on the floor and undid her garter belt. When the straps were loose, she hesitantly pulled her briefs down to her knees and knelt there trembling.
“Skirt up.” He said quietly, mesmerised by the play of emotions on her face. She gathered the silk fabric in her hands, her knuckles white around the bunched material. “Come here.” Feeling light-headed, she angled across his lap, so her bare arse was on his knees, and flinched when his hand caressed it gently. “The key to this is in the preparation.” He said soothingly, as though calming a frightened animal. “It won’t hurt. You can be taught to love it. To want it.” There was no way getting spanked wouldn’t hurt. She’d received enough wallops from her parents as a child to know it stung like hell. He spent a few minutes just circling and massaging, before letting his hand dip between her legs. “What made you wet kitten?”
“I don’t know.” She murmured. She’d felt something spreading low and hot in her belly at his explanation of what he was going to do to her, but she didn’t know if it was the scandalous words themselves or the meaning of them. As he dipped a finger inside her and then circled her clit, her back arched involuntarily. His other hand continued to massage her backside as he teased and played her until she was moaning softly, fear forgotten in a haze of need.
He began lightly patting her skin, increasing the pressure as he distracted her with the hand between her legs. Drawing it out so there was more of a gap between slaps, he shifted beneath her. He was rock hard. Uncomfortably hard. The sight of her bare arse bent over his knee for a spanking was too much. He prepared her as much as he could before he felt the walls of her pussy begin to contract with an impending orgasm, and then he raised his hand and spanked her. Hard. She squealed, more out of surprise than pain, and the sight of a beautiful red handprint, square in the middle of her cheek, tipped him over the edge. In one smooth move, he released his cock, scooped an arm under her to swing her upright and impaled her on his length.
“Oh!” She gasped and he actually snorted. She sounded so surprised. He couldn’t seem to get in deep enough to assuage his need and he rolled them forward onto the floor, so he could slam into her doggy-style for the second time that night.
“Don’t you dare come.” He ordered fiercely, grabbing her hips to hold her steady as he pounded away. She was too shocked to argue and just threw her effort into staying upright. The last thing she needed was a carpet burn on her chin. It was fast, hard and furious and finally he came with a guttural moan, resting forwards with his hands on either side of hers so she wasn’t bearing his whole weight.
“Fuck.” He breathed, trying to catch his breath. “Kitten, you drive me wild.”
“Yeah, I’m starting to understand that.” She sounded dazed and he laughed, pushing himself upright to admire his handiwork. The hand print was fading, but he still caressed it proudly. It looked spectacular.
The car went around a corner and they both had to catch themselves on the seat. It broke the moment for Noelle as she suddenly came back to where she was and what they were doing. He could hear her muttering quietly to herself, obviously distressed at what they’d just done with the driver as an audience. He felt her muscles tense to lean forwards, to pull away from him, and he grabbed her hips again.
“Don’t you dare.” He said fiercely. Still inside her and getting semi-hard again, he pulled them back up onto the seat and curled his hand into her lap, spreading her thighs so that her legs were dangling on the outside of his. “Are you close to coming kitten?” He asked softly, kissing the top of her shoulder as she leaned against him.
“I was. Not so much now.” Not now that she’d remembered where she was. That poor driver. God knows that he must think of her.
“Good.” His hand slid up the inside of her thigh and gentle fingers caressed her clit.
“Gabriel don’t!” She squirmed helplessly in pleasure and then stilled as his teeth fixed on her neck. Immediately she understood her error. They were still in play room mode. “I’m sorry master.” She whispered. “Please...can we wait until we get home?”
He released her neck without leaving a mark. “No.” His free hand caressed the curve of her breast beneath the silk and she pressed helplessly into his hand, her pelvis involuntarily curving down to take his cock deeper as her back arched. She made a soft keening noise in the back of her throat and he grinned ferociously. Yes. She would beg.
In the last ten minutes of the drive, he took her to the edge of orgasm twice and then backed off, leaving her snarling and frustrated and full of cock she could do nothing with. By the time they came to a stop outside the house, she was so hot and sticky that peeling her legs off his leather trousers to stand up sounded like ripping off hot wax. At least he had pulled out of her though, she thanked the stars as the icy breeze cooled some of her fervour. Now that she was outside, taking in great lungfuls of fresh air, she could start to think clearly again.
“What are you doing?” He asked and she almost flinched.
“Just trying to get my balance. I’m a little wobbly.” How the mighty have fallen. She thought drily. See how glibly I lie... What she was trying to do was calm down. She had a horrible feeling that she knew exactly what the rest of the night was going to be about. The damnation of it was that it wasn’t hurting her, it wasn’t pushing any boundaries. It was hard to safe-word on something that amounted to teasing. She’d have to let him push her past begging before he did anything she felt she could justifiably safe-word over, but that would mean asking for something she didn’t think she could bring herself to ask for. Punishment indeed. It was going to be a long night.
“Here, let me.” Unwilling to let her stand in the cold and compose herself, he handed her the coat and sweater and scooped her right off her feet into his arms.
“I can walk!” She protested, but he quelled her with a dangerous glare and she subsided into obedience. Getting through the front door was a little awkward but, once they’d kicked it closed behind them, he took her straight through to the play room and set her gently to her feet. If he said stay like she was a dog, she was walking out...She thought mutinously. As though sensing her mood, he just walked away towards the drawers. Sighing inwardly, she rubbed her arms. It wasn’t particularly warm in the gym and she was about to get naked. At least he’d warm her up pretty quickly. She was certain of that.
She watched as he returned with a bag full of stuff that he hooked onto the ballet bar for easy access. She could guess at least some of what was in it, and her insides roiled with a mix of shame and morbid anticipation. He returned to the drawers for a coil of rope and hung that on the end of the bar nearest to where she was standing.
Finally his attention returned to her and the surface of her stomach quivered with the promise that laced tha
t look. Silently he knelt at her feet and unhooked the clip that was holding the leather in place. She wanted to touch his hair, but the mood of this was all different. It wasn’t sweet, like the ritual of dressing her had been. There was still reverence in his touch, but no sweetness, just hunger. Her hands remained held out to the sides.
Loop by loop, he freed her body from the confines of the corset and she breathed deeply, realising for the first time how constricted she had been. When the last band fell away, he took his time to reel it up and lay it neatly on the horse. Without having to be asked, she raised her arms over her head and he lifted away the silk. Her skin was creased beneath it, where the leather had pressed the wrinkled silk to her body. It was almost disturbing to look at, but he didn’t comment.
He stripped her lingerie but, as promised, left her in the boots and mask, her hair still piled up in curls. Without speaking, he crossed her arms across her stomach and began an intricate knotting process with the rope, that trussed her up just as securely as the corset had. Once he had tested the loops and knots with an experienced finger, he led her to the ballet bar and raised it. “Bend over.” He commanded softly, and she did, bending at the waist so she was below the bar. She couldn’t see what he was doing in the mirror without straining her neck, but when her torso jerked upwards she realised he’d suspended her from the bar. Her feet were still on the ground, but she could relax her body weight into the ropes to ease the pressure on her back. That was a relief.
She heard rustling as he pulled the bag towards them and rummaged in it. “You look beautiful.” He remarked, setting something cold down on her back. “It’s a shame you’ve been such a bad girl. I could very easily get lost in you, kitten. Instead I have to punish you.”
“You could forgive me and not punish me?” She suggested hopefully and he laughed, sounding delighted.
“No, kitten. But, if you’re comfortable, we’ll do this position again in the future.” It was comfortable. She resisted the urge to push off with her feet and just swing gently backwards and forwards. Somehow she didn’t think he’d find it funny.