Obsession: Darkness Falls

by Ivory Quinn

“It’s never been about the words.” She didn’t know how to explain it.

  “You mean it’s an issue of not being able to ask for what you need?” He clarified and she nodded, realising he was right.

  “Something like that.” Her lips twisted in a smile. “And being made to beg for things I definitely don’t want.”

  “Oh Kitten...” He swallowed. “You have no idea how fucking hot those words were coming out of your mouth.”

  “Which words?” She gave up on her food and smiled sweetly at the phone. “You mean the time I begged you to fuck me up the arse. Hard. Those words?”

  “Damn girl...” His breathing was going ragged. “You’re on fire tonight.”

  In for a penny, in for a pound... “Yeah, I am getting a little hot and bothered. Maybe I’ll go renew my friendship with my vibrator.” She teased. “He must be missing me since I met you. Poor little abandoned sex toy. It’s been weeks since I rubbed him all over me and pushed him inside me.”

  “You’d hang up on me for a sex toy?!” He sounded outraged and she roared with laughter, collapsing on the worktop as she creased up.

  “I never said I’d hang up.” She giggled helplessly. “Maybe I’ll make you listen.”

  “I’m coming now.”

  “Oh Gabriel, I didn’t know you had a problem with premature ejaculation.” She was on a roll. “Oh! You meant coming here. But sweetie, I’ll be finished and asleep by the time you arrive. It’s kind of a long way.”

  There was a growl and then a smash as he threw something in frustration. “Go to your room. Now.” He snapped.

  “What am I? Five?”

  “Go to your fucking room and pull your jeans down.”

  “There’s no-one here to spank me, Gabriel. I’m beyond the long arm of the law.”

  “GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!” He roared.

  “I don’t have a designated fucking room.” She said sweetly. “I think when I get back I’m going to enrol you in anger management classes. This can’t be good for your blood pressure.”

  When he spoke again, it was with the voice of the beast...quiet, silky and predatorial. “Kitten, if you don’t go to your room and do as I say right now, I’m going to come down there and kick the fucking door down. God help you if I do that, because I’m going to fuck every orifice you have as hard as I can. I will destroy you.”

  She seriously considered telling him how much she hated the word orifice. She even considered grumbling about the fact that he hadn’t started by counting to three, but she sensed they’d gone well past joking now. “Fine, I’m going.” Leaving her half eaten salad, she made her way upstairs to her bedroom.

  “Are you there?” He demanded and she set the phone down on the bedside table.

  “I’m here.”

  “Are your jeans off?”

  “I’m not superwoman Gabriel.” She said drily. “Give me a few minutes.”

  “I fucking hate that we’re not in the play room right now.” He groused. She wasn’t. She was pretty sure she’d be lining up for another spanking right about now if they were in the play room. Her impertinence clearly brought out the worst in him. She kicked her jeans to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “They’re off.”

  “Get on the bed and spread your legs. I want you to touch yourself, tell me if you’re wet.”

  “Really?” She blinked at the phone. “Is this phone sex?”

  “Yes kitten.” He growled. “This is phone sex. Stop asking questions, or it’ll become real sex in the time it takes me to drive down there.”

  “Fine, whatever.” She made herself comfortable and reached into her briefs.

  “Are you wet?” He purred and she swallowed.

  “Yes.” Her cheeks began a slow burn with shame. This felt so weird.

  “Good. Finger yourself. Two fingers. Put them inside you.” She did as he ordered and her eyes fluttered closed. God it felt good to do something so gentle after all the raw power of Gabriel. Her hands felt small compared to his and she knew all the right spots to hit. “Are you doing it, Kitten?”

  “Yes.” She whispered.

  “What does it feel like?”

  “Good. Really good.”

  His voice seemed to echo as he walked into his bathroom. “I’ve got my cock out, Kitten. I’m hard. So hard.” His breathing was ragged. “I’ve got my hand around it and I’m jacking off, but all I can see in my head is those sweet lips of yours closing round the tip. You’ve got a glorious mouth, do you know that? It’s so hot, and that tongue...” He made an inarticulate noise. She could picture him standing there, shirtless, the angel wings rippling as his hand fisted about his cock. It was a really hot image and her breath started to come fast. “Pull your fingers out and run them through your petals, Kitten. Imagine it’s my tongue.”

  “Gabriel...” Her back arched.

  “I know, Kitten. I know. Imagine me tasting you, teasing you...flickering over your clit...up and down.” Her fingers followed the path of his words like an unspoken dance and she gasped as they brushed over her clit. She was so turned on it wouldn’t take her long to come. “That’s it, Kitten...” He groaned. “God I wish you were here right now. I burn for you. Just the thought of having your mouth around my cock drives me wild. And your face when I fuck you...” He hissed through his teeth. “You’re like a fucking fallen angel.” She imagined having him in her mouth, silk on steel and all Gabriel. She hadn’t thought she’d ever enjoy giving head, but when it came to him she was learning all sorts of things about herself. “Kitten, are you with me?”

  “Yes.” She cried out, writhing on the sheets.

  “Are you close?”

  “Soon.” She swallowed thickly and he made a fiercely joyful sound.

  “Use your other hand too. Put fingers inside you while you play with your clit.” She did as instructed and after a few thrusts she was on the edge.

  “I’m there, Gabriel.” She whispered and she could picture the grin on his face.

  “Ride it out, Kitten. I want you to come for me. Hard.”

  “Will you come too?” She didn’t know where the question came from, but he growled huskily.

  “I’m there, Kitten. I’m just waiting for you.” Reassured, she picked up the pace and came hard just seconds later, crying out his name. For a few minutes they didn’t say anything, just regaining their balance and their breath. Gabriel spoke first. “I miss you.”

  “I miss you too.” She replied, a little dazed. “This is crazy, Gabriel. How do you do this to me? I feel like I hardly know you, but your voice is enough to send me over the edge.”

  “We were made for each other.” He didn’t even have to think about it. “You do the same to me.”

  “It’s only been a month. I can’t believe I’m even considering moving in.” She shuffled her shoulders up the bed so she was propped upright against the headboard. “How can you have changed me like this?”

  “I haven’t changed you, Kitten. I just woke you up from a deep sleep. You were my sleeping beauty.”

  “I can’t...I don’t...” She gave up. “I need to go clean up and finish my dinner.”

  “Okay Kitten.” He sounded tired. “I can’t wait to see you.”

  “Get something to eat. And don’t sit up all night writing music again.” She knew she sounded bossy, but she was uncomfortable.

  “Yes ma’am, no ma’am.” He chuckled and she relaxed. “Goodnight Kitten.”

  “Night Gabriel.” She waited for him to end the call first and then laughed when the line stayed open. “Okay, I’m hanging up now.” She rolled across the bed and her finger hovered over the red button.

  “Bye.” He sounded lost, but she steeled herself. This was supposed to be her time away alone and instead she’d spent the night on the phone to him, getting hot and heavy.

  “Bye.” She pressed the button and relaxed on the bed. She needed to eat, but first...first she was going to lie and bask in the bliss a little longer.

&nbs
p; Chapter thirteen

  Neither of them were particularly surprised when he couldn’t bring himself to wait until six and arrived at her house at four instead. Laughingly, she parked him on the sofa with a cup of tea while she finished up putting stuff away for an extended absence. If she wasn’t coming back for a while, she needed work clothes and her satchel with her books and other teaching paraphernalia in it. She had to clear the cupboards and check all the windows. She was almost regretting saying she’d stay with him by the time she finally got into the shower just after 5 o’clock, but then he joined her and she was giggling too much to fret.

  Needless to say, they were late for dinner at a small French restaurant on the outskirts of the city, but Gabriel knew the owner so no-one batted an eyelid. They ate a leisurely meal and then headed back out of town around nine.

  “This isn’t right.” Gabriel grinned ruefully as they made their way up into the hills. “I haven’t seen you for forty-eight hours. I should be in the backseat making you regret leaving me, not driving.”

  “I can’t say I’m devastated.” She grinned across at him. “Besides, I like this car.” She smoothed a hand along the door. “It’s so beautiful.” He quirked an eyebrow at her and she laughed. “I didn’t leave you, Gabriel. I just needed some space. We can’t be joined at the hip all the time. You’ll drive me crazy.”

  “I’ll drive you crazy?” He didn’t seem offended, just amused.

  “It’s an expression, Gabriel. I don’t really think you’d drive me crazy. It’s a distinct possibility that I’d end up as a depraved nympho, but whether that’s a mental illness or not is entirely open to debate.”

  “A depraved nympho?” He was so busy laughing, he almost forgot to watch the road. “It might be all kinds of wrong, Kitten, but I’d really like to see that...”

  ***

  Over the next week they settled into an easy routine. Gabriel was less controlling outside the play room and, as a result, Noelle’s wicked sense of humour became more and more obvious. She didn’t think she’d laughed so much for years. When the time came for her to return to school, she was sorely tempted to give in when he begged her to stay in bed with him and resign. It was too early to get up and brave the cold drive down into the city.

  She finally dragged herself out of bed and dressed while he put the coffee on and heated up pancakes. “Doesn’t this feel so horribly domestic?” She mocked, hopping up onto the stool by the breakfast bar.

  “I wouldn’t call it horrible.” He grinned back. “When I pick you up I’m going to ask you how your day was. It’s the way of things when two people live together.”

  “We don’t live together.” She reminded him. “I’m having an extended stay. And why are you picking me up? I thought I was driving?”

  “I have some things to do in the city this afternoon.” He set her plate in front of her. “I thought I’d have the driver take me down and I can drive you back from the school.”

  “Fine by me.” She shook her head. “I’m going to get such a grilling in the staff room today.”

  “What are you going to tell them?” He came round behind her and slid his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

  “Absolutely nothing.” She pressed her cheek to his briefly. “It’s none of their business.”

  “Are you going to lie, Miss Winters?” He asked sternly and she giggled.

  “No. I won’t say we’re not together, but I’m not going to tell them anything about you.”

  “Aren’t they going to wonder how you came to be driving to school in a really expensive car?”

  She stilled. “Which car did you insure me on?”

  “The Aston.” He kissed her neck. “It’s your favourite.”

  “Oh man...” She sighed. “What if I crash it?”

  “I’ll just buy a new one. No big deal. I’d rather you didn’t though. I don’t think I’d cope if you got hurt.”

  “I’ll drive carefully.” She promised, choosing not to point out that she hadn’t been behind the wheel of a car for almost a year. Scooping up the last mouthful of pancake, she swallowed it and checked her watch. “Damn, I’m going to be late. I’d better go.”

  “Find your shoes. I’ll get your coat.” He released her and went to the rack, digging out her favourite jacket. “Are you sure you have to go?” He asked one last time, helping her into it, and she groaned.

  “Don’t make this harder than it already is.” Rising up on tiptoes, she kissed him and then danced out of reach of his hands. “Where’s the car?”

  “At the front of the garage. Keys are on the front seat. I’ll get the door for you.”

  “Okay. See you later.” With one last smile, she blew him a kiss and rushed out the door.

  Her morning went well. She’d missed the teacher training day and got thrown in the deep end with a new year of pupils. It seemed like every year they got bigger and had more attitude. By lunchtime she was in sore need of some relaxation. Avoiding the staff room, she grabbed her bag and walked along the road to the cafe where she’d met Gabriel all those weeks ago.

  “Noelle!” The barista beamed at her when she walked in. “Where have you been, lady? We were starting to worry!”

  “School holidays.” She reminded him. “It’s good to see you, Sean. How have things been?”

  “Busy.” Without asking, he set about making her favourite coffee and rang up her usual salad on the till. “You usually come in during the holidays. Did you go somewhere?” She tried to hide her smile, but didn’t quite succeed. “Oh my god! You met someone!” Sean’s eyes widened and he gestured someone else over to deal with the rest of the queue. “Who is he?”

  “You remember the guy that threw my coffee all over me last term?” She blushed. “It was the start of a beautiful friendship.”

  “Maybe I should try that.” Sean mused teasingly. “Next time I see a girl I like, I’ll throw a cup of coffee at her since it so obviously worked for you.”

  “You still haven’t met anyone?” She asked sympathetically and he winked.

  “You know I’m holding out for you, Noelle.” He drew a smiling face on her cup. “One day you’ll come to your senses and realise you love me.”

  “One day...” Giggling, she handed over her money and took her tray, waving away the change. “Keep it. You can use it to buy the coffee of love.” Still laughing, she moved to her usual table in the corner and settled in to eat. She’d been in such a rush that morning she’d forgotten to put a book in her bag, so she pulled her phone out instead. There were three messages from Gabriel. The first was from moments after she’d stepped out of the door that morning, telling her he missed her. The second was about mid-morning, to say she had to give up work because he was pining away all alone in the house. The third was just before lunch, asking if she wanted to go to the play room later. They hadn’t been in there for a few days and she shook her head, amused. It hadn’t taken him long to give up on his ‘no sex on a school night’ rule. Replying to all three at once, she told him she’d missed him too, that she wasn’t giving up work and that she’d cook an early dinner so they could go to the play room later.

  She was just putting it down when it rang and Gabriel’s name flashed up on the display. Smiling, she answered it. “Hey you.”

  “Hey you.” He sounded like he was smiling back. “How was your morning?”

  “Manic. Sorry I didn’t reply to your texts earlier – I just saw them.”

  “It’s okay.” He said easily. “Are you on your lunch break?”

  “Yeah, I’m in the cafe where we met.”

  “I wish I was there.” He said softly and she toyed with her food.

  “Maybe you could meet me here for lunch one day.” She suggested and he agreed immediately.

  “I have to be in the studio tomorrow. The band are coming up to lay down some tracks. What about Wednesday?”

  “Wednesday it is.” She sipped her coffee, giving up on the salad for the time being. “H
ow long are the band staying tomorrow? Do you want me to cook dinner for everyone?”

  “I want you to myself.” He growled and she burst out laughing.

  “Don’t be so antisocial. You’re not giving up on buddy time because of me. That’s not how it works. Ask them if they want to stay and I’ll do dinner.”

  “Fine.” She heard him strum a chord. He must have been in the studio when she returned his message. “Are you eating?”

  “Yes.” She picked up her fork again and poked her salad.

  “I’m not hearing you eating.”

  “That’s because I’m talking.” She shook her head. “You don’t want to listen to me chewing.”

  “In my defence, that sounded slightly less weird in my head.” He burst out laughing and she snorted with amusement.

  “I should go. I don’t have long to eat and walk back.”

  “Okay. Won’t be long before I come down. I’ll see you in a few hours. Oh, and Kitten?”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m looking forward to the play room later.” A shiver ran down her spine and she ruthlessly squashed it. She didn’t need to spend the afternoon wondering what he was going to do to her. It was hard enough to concentrate as it was.

  “Sure thing.” She said blithely. “You bring the music, I’ll bring the naked.” A woman on the next table choked on her coffee and Noelle went bright red, realising how loud she’d said it. That was embarrassing.

  “What else will you bring?” Even through the phone his voice was seductive, curling tendrils of desire through every nerve in her body.

  “Well I tell you what, you bring the toys and I’ll bring a healthy sense of self-preservation.” She tried to say it quietly, but all the tables around her were listening now and there was a chorus of sniggers. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” Ducking her head, she hung up. The phone rang again almost immediately, but she dismissed the call and set it to silent, slipping it into her pocket so she could eat in peace. It was bad enough everyone hearing her the first time without making it worse. Somehow, though, she knew she’d pay for it later.