When he stepped back, he was breathing hard, and so was she. “Wow.”
He grinned tightly. “Yeah.”
He moved behind her then, and she felt the searing heat from his erection against her arse. But before she could rub against him, he walked her forward, to the doorway of the bathroom, flipping on the light.
She blinked. Her eyes flew up, catching his in the mirror over the vanity. He’d put a collar on her? The corner of his mouth quirked as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a piece of nylon cord, maybe four or five feet, with a loop on one end and a clip on the other. She watched their reflections, her mouth open wide, as he hooked it to the circular metal ring hanging from the collar and then tugged. A collar and a...leash? Like she was a pet? Her head spun. She started to protest, but he cut her off, a tight smile on his face.
“No talking,” he reminded her. “If I want to hear what’s on your mind, I’ll ask you.”
All of it should’ve pissed her off, the collar and the leash and the arrogant comments, but in truth, it made her nipples hard instead and sent a rush of heat south to her core. Damn it, there was no hiding that from him either, not in the cami. And since she was standing in front of the mirror, there was no hiding the pink on her cheeks, the flush in her chest, the tight buds of her nipples or the shocked arousal in her eyes from herself either.
He didn’t say a word about it, though, just turned and started walking out the door. She didn’t move, and when he reached the end of the leash, she felt the tug against her throat. She moved, then, feeling off kilter, not physically but emotionally.
Her heart and mind were a jumbled mess and she had about a billion questions for him, but she remained silent. She’d let this play out and see where it was going.
He drew her up the stairs to his attic apartment, his footsteps as loud as his voice was silent. At the closed door, he turned to her, tucking her hair behind her ear, an undecipherable look on his face. “You do what I tell you to do, or you call red or yellow. There are no other options once we go inside. None. Understood?” She nodded, but he shook his head. “I want the words, princess. Do you understand me?”
His words were scary, but they sent an anticipatory chill down her spine at the same time. And they were him giving her what she wanted, to be treated like a healthy, whole woman. She swallowed and answered him the only way she could. “Yes, Master Gabriel.”
Chapter Fifteen
Liv stepped inside Gabe’s apartment and gasped out loud. She couldn’t hold it back, not even on penalty of death. She’d been here several nights, but he’d always kept it dark except for the spot in which she stood. She’d never seen it in the light of day.
His apartment was gorgeous. There was glass on three sides, making the relatively small space light and airy. His windows were open, and curtains blew in the soft breeze. It was early enough that birds were chattering in the trees. It was like being outside, and she loved it.
He unhooked the collar and leash and gave her a few moments to look around. There was something that looked like a sawhorse just a few feet back from where he usually had her stand, and also a wooden X against the one solid wall. To the left of that, there was a hand-carved wooden cabinet that held an alarming amount of sex toys and things she couldn’t identify. She didn’t know what everything was for, but she had a feeling this was his own personal playground.
“Come here.” His voice wasn’t loud, it was soft yet demanding. His Dom voice.
She walked to him on unsteady legs.
“Hands.”
No one was more shocked than she when she backed away from him, making sure he couldn’t reach them. “No, don’t take them.” She didn’t want them off. She liked them. Jesus, where the hell had that thought come from?
A wicked grin broke through his impassive mask. “You’ll get them back later. If you’re good. Let’s go, sweetness. Hands.”
Heat climbed into her cheeks, but she turned so he could remove the restraints.
Once he had them off, he placed them in her hands. “Put these on the toy shelf.” She did as he ordered, and walked back. “When we come up here to play, you’ll retrieve your cuffs and bring them to me, offering them to me hands up. Understood?”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Take off your shirt and your panties and put them on the bench over there, then stand where your normally stand.” She guessed she didn’t move fast enough for him and he barked out a single word. “Now.”
It wasn’t that she was shocked by what he’d told her to do, she wasn’t. Even before he was finished speaking, she’d started to lift her cami over her head. It was automatic instinct that made her move, but muscles that hadn’t yet been stretched today slowed her pace. She scowled at him and finished tugging off both items.
He crossed his arms and stared at her. “You should’ve called yellow to tell me you couldn’t move that fast.”
Bloody hell.
“Yeah, I noticed, princess, so we’re going to go over the rules one more time. While we play, you call me Sir. As your Dom, you’re available for my use in any way I see fit. As my sub, your role is to be open to whatever it is I demand of you. If I want you to bark like a dog, you do it unless you safe out. If I want to fuck your face, you say Yes, Sir and open wide, or use your safe word. Understood?”
Her heart pounded wildly and her thighs grew slick from arousal. Fuck her face? She’d never heard it put that way before, but yes, please. “Yes, Sir.”
“One more thing. No coming without my permission. If you come close to a point where you feel like you can’t hold back, say edge and I’ll stop. If you go over without permission, I’ll punish you in a way of my choosing. You said we hadn’t played like Colin and Delia, and you’re right, but we’re going to play that way now.”
“Y-yes, Sir.” She swallowed, her mouth suddenly very, very dry. Why did the idea of punishment excite her?
“Do not move.”
He walked over to the table next to the chair where he sat every night. She hadn’t noticed what was sitting on it earlier, but she noticed it now. She wasn’t sure if her trepidation came from what was on the table or the fact that it was daylight, but she started to shake.
He came back with a coiled length of rope in his hands and stood in front of her, letting her look at it. “You remember your safe words?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Put your hands behind your head. Don’t take them down unless I tell you to. Say yellow if it’s bothering you.”
She hesitated then put her hands behind her head, lacing her fingers together.
“Fucking beautiful.” He dipped his head and licked her nipple, tugging at it with his teeth. She sucked in a shuddery breath.
He folded the length of rope in half and moved behind her, reaching around her to place the double strand of rope above her bare breasts. She felt him slip the loose end of the rope through the loop created when he’d folded the length in half, and then he pulled it tight, cinching it around her upper torso.
Oh, God. There was no way she’d be able to handle being tied up, unable to move her. Panic flooded her system. “Please don’t tie me so I can’t move. I can’t handle...it’s like when... I couldn’t... No, no, no, no—”
His lips landed next to her ear, and his warm hand splayed across her stomach. “Shh, sweetheart. I know. I’m only tying it around you. I won’t tie your legs together. If it’s too much at any point, say red and I’ll take it off you. You can do this, princess. Trust me.”
She trusted him with her body, but could she trust him to give the same care to her emotional well-being? She didn’t say anything, just stood there and trembled. A long moment later, she nodded. She could do this. She wanted this.
He bit her neck and shoulder, soothing the sting with his tongue as
he pulled the rope a little more snug. He wrapped it the other way around her torso, this time going under her breasts, then tying it in the back again. “Listen to my voice, Olivia. Close your eyes, feel the bite of the rope. And open your legs for me, princess, shoulder-width apart.”
Her eyes fluttered closed to the sound of his low, sexy voice. With her vision cut off, she felt more. The rope was scratchy against her ultrasensitive skin, not irritating but arousing. He continued to wind the rope around her body, passing it between her legs, his breath landing against her skin in hot puffs of air. He tied the rope into knots that she felt in different places, including one that pressed against her clit and another that landed directly against her anus. She didn’t feel any rope against her lower spine, and none pressing against her scars. She started trembling again as he pulled the rope taut, the knots becoming points of torturous pressure against the seriously sensitive flesh between her cheeks.
He continued to speak as he tied her up in knots, literally and figuratively.
“So many things I want to do to you, princess. So many pleasures I want to teach you about. This is Shibari, Japanese rope bondage. Because you’re new to this and you have issues with being immobile, I’m not binding your arms or legs together, but one day I will, and you’ll love it.” She tensed, and he bit her hip. “Get your mind off that. I don’t know which thing is bothering you, whether it’s because I’m adapting things to your situation or because you don’t think you’ll ever be able to handle being fully bound, but the decision on how and why I do things to you and with you is mine, unless you use your safe word. This is how it works when you submit yourself to me.”
Her eyes flew open and she caught him staring at her face, dark need shining in his gray eyes. He slapped her thigh lightly. “Close those eyes.”
A small sound escaped from her mouth and she squeezed her eyes shut again. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You’re fine, babe. We’re still making our way through this. But right now, I want to watch you while I decide how you’re going to get your first orgasm of the day.”
At his bold, erotic words, she felt her need trickle down the inside of her leg, and then his tongue was there, lapping it up. The spiral inside her wound tighter as his tongue moved higher, but instead of loving the delicious tension, the closer she got to the edge, the colder her blood ran.
He must’ve sensed her hesitation, because he dropped a soft kiss on her belly, removing his hands from her hips.
The bottom dropped out of her stomach. “Oh, don’t stop. Please, Sir, I’m begging.” She didn’t know where the words came from, only knew they were unfiltered and rawly honest and they directly contradicted the fear she’d admitted to him last night.
* * *
Gabe stood there, feeling her erratic pulse under his hand, trying to decide which way to take this. The contradiction emanating from her was huge. “Look at me,” he ordered. He put his palm up against her throat, rubbing the side of her neck with his thumb. “Like with anything new and scary, you need to decide which is stronger, your fear or your desires. But I need you to tell me what you want, because your words and your body are saying two very different things and I don’t want to make the wrong choice here.” He swiped his thumb against her pulse, tightened the grip of his fingers. “Do we need to stop, princess? Or keep going?”
It took everything he had to not make the decision for her. He’d spent all night debating his plan of action, and he wasn’t going to back down now unless she wanted to stop. The sad truth was she’d been right. He’d been treating her like she’d shatter, but only because she’d come to mean a great deal to him. He now understood he needed to let Olivia see who he truly was, what he really expected out of a relationship with her. He was not meant for a relationship where domination and submission wasn’t an integral part. He’d tried it once and it had been an utter failure. If he made the choice for her right now, he would be cheating them both.
She blinked once, then twice. “No, Sir. I want to keep going, but I’m nervous.”
A wave of relief washed over him, making him dizzy. “We’ll get through this together,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip. “And if there are any issues? I’ll give you a massage to loosen your muscles back up and I’ll carry you to the whirlpool tub in your room.”
“Gabe?” she said tenuously, leaning into his hand.
He ran his knuckles over her cheek. “Yeah, babe?”
“Thanks. I know this is breaking all the rules.”
He frowned. “No, it’s not. I’ve told you before, I don’t want you hiding what you feel from me. All of this is about your pleasure and mine, and if something keeps you from that, we don’t do it. And even if it was, princess, sometimes rules are made to be broken.” He stood back and looked over his handiwork. He loved working with rope, adored the way it looked against a woman’s skin. Today he’d chosen a dyed hemp rope that was the same blue as Olivia’s eyes, and it looked lovely against her pale skin. He’d been very careful as he’d bound her, making sure not to touch her spine any lower than mid-back. That was where the scars were, where her injury had occurred. He wanted this to be an introduction to bondage that she cherished, not one that she cursed.
“Close your eyes.”
He moved off to the side and opened the door to his closet, which contained a full-length mirror. He walked her to it so she’d be able to see how amazing her body looked. He kissed her shoulder. “Open.”
She opened her eyes and gasped. “Oh!”
He wished she could see herself though his eyes. “You look fucking incredible in rope. One day I’ll put you in a rope corset and you’ll wear it and nothing else all day long.” He turned her so the door lined up with the mirror on the other side of the room, so she could see the back, and then he cupped her ass cheeks and spread them apart so she could see the knots between them. “And one day, I’ll tie an anal plug and a vibrator into the rope and make you walk around in it. We’ll go visit Harpers Ferry again, and you’ll wear one of your long skirts with it, covering it up to everyone. You’ll look demure, but I’ll know what’s inside you, and so will you, especially when I turn the vibe on. It’ll be up to you not to come, not to share your secret with all the other people roaming around.” He plucked a nipple. “And it’ll be up to me to make you lose control.”
She whimpered, and the sound went straight to his dick. “Like the thought of that, do you?”
Her face flamed but she nodded, and he laughed. “I thought you would. Do you need a gag, bad girl? I recall you saying you liked the idea of one. While I was getting things ready this morning, I picked two out for you, but I’ll let you choose which one you want to use.” He led her over to his toy chest, where two gags lay over the open wooden door.
He held up the first. “Ball gag. A good, basic start.” Then he held up the second. “This is an O-ring gag. Right now, I have a very small dildo in it. I can easily change the size of it, or leave it empty so you can have the real thing.” She made a choked sound and he let her see the amusement in his eyes, the fact that he was enjoying this. The mind fuck was one of his favorite parts of play, giving her choices but controlling them anyway.
He fully expected her to choose the easy path, but he held them both up so she could pick. “Which is it going to be?”
Her eyes swept his face, then her gaze lowered to the floor. “Whichever one you choose for me, Sir.”
Christ. He’d wanted her trust, and she’d just handed it to him with a giant bow wrapped around it. His throat was tight, and he had to clear it before he could speak. Even so, his voice came out a low rumble. “I...thank you, princess.” He didn’t hesitate. Ball gags had their place, but he preferred the O-ring. “Open wide.”
She did, and he slid the gag into place, letting her get used to the taste and feel of the dildo against her tongue before he buckled it. Once, when he’d bee
n a green Dom, his mentor had made him wear one for half an hour so he understood what his sub would feel like. The taste was odd, and the pressure on his tongue had made him suck it and lash at it. So he didn’t rush her. It was her first time, and he wanted her to like this too, to want to keep doing it. He wouldn’t always be so patient, but she deserved his patience now.
“You good?” he asked roughly.
She nodded, her eyes wide and bright.
“One more thing. Since you can’t speak, you’ll need another way to stop me if there’s a problem. We’ll keep it simple this time. If you need to stop, hold your hand out like this.” He made a stop gesture with his open hand palm out. “Do you understand?”
She nodded again.
Watching her cheeks move as she got used to having the gag in her mouth made his dick grow hard as stone. He walked her back to the center of the room, her back to the cross, facing his chair. She was comfortable in this spot, had stood here several nights as he got her used to him touching her.
And he touched her now.
He ran his hands up the outsides of her arms, pinching her skin lightly, then soothing it with soft touches and butterfly kisses. He drew her hands down off her head. She’d had them up there long enough and he didn’t want to put additional strain on her back. “Hands by your sides, love.” The word slipped off his tongue and it surprised him, shocking him to immobility for a long moment. He didn’t use it lightly, but he rolled the word around in his head. It made sense, really, because he loved her, with all that he had, and all that he was. Which explained why he’d taken her absence so hard. With that thought in his heart, he turned his mind back to the bound woman at his mercy.
“I love these,” he murmured, twisting her nipples gently at first, then harder when her breath stuttered. “So responsive. So glad you don’t cover them often with a bra. If it were up to me, you’d never wear one.” He continued to play with then, teasing one with his tongue while twisting and tugging the other.
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