by Sue Horsford
“Your breasts are so beautiful, Faye. Such delicate, pale pink nipples. Do they taste as good as they look?” He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking until it was hard and swollen. Then he turned his attention to the other nipple, moving his tongue with unbearable slowness.
Unable to help myself, I let out a whimper and raised my hips toward him. My pussy was aching so badly for his touch, it was verging on painful.
“Patience, my kitten.” Gabriel moved his leg over mine, pinning me to the bed. “Raise your hands above your head.”
I reached up my hands and caught hold of the ornate Victorian headboard, eager to be bound by my Master.
Gabriel maneuvered himself until he was sitting astride me, then he pulled off his tie and secured my wrists to the bars. “That’s better. Restrained like a good submissive should be. Shall we see if you’re wet for me, my little sub?” Moving off me and down the bed, he then took hold of my thighs and spread them wide. “I can see everything now,” he said. “Your lips are swollen and glistening. It’s such a beautiful sight.”
I inhaled sharply as he pushed one long finger inside me, but my suffering wasn’t over yet.
He sat astride me again and rubbed his wet finger over my lips. “Suck on my finger, my pet. Pretend it’s my cock, and if you don’t do a good job, I’ll take you across my lap and I’ll spank you until my hand is sore.”
Obediently, I sucked my juices from his finger, swirling my tongue around the base and grazing his knuckle with my teeth. I gazed up at my beautiful Master, his amber eyes narrowed with desire, and I moaned deep in my throat.
Gabriel took his finger from my mouth and got up from the bed. He stripped off his shirt, belt and trousers, never breaking eye contact with me. I wondered if I’d ever take his beauty for granted, or whether the sight of him would always make me catch my breath.
“Bend your knees and open your legs,” he ordered. “Display yourself for your Master.” He sat back down on the bed at my feet. “As soon as we get home,” he said, opening me with his fingers, “I’m going to photograph this beautiful pussy, then I’m going to paint it like a Georgia O’Keefe flower and we’ll hang it on our bedroom wall.” He ran two fingers up and down between my lips while he circled my clitoris with his thumb, then he bent his head.
His hair brushed against the insides of my thighs. His breath was hot and his tongue, one minute soft and gentle like warm, wet velvet, the next hard, thrusting and insistent. As his fingers opened me up wider so his tongue could penetrate me, I felt my orgasm begin to build from deep within and I clutched the bars and arched my back.
I came violently, my whole body seemed to be orgasming, bolts of electricity igniting every nerve ending, and I burst into noisy tears, overcome by the realization of just how much I loved him and by the power he exerted over my body. Then I was in his arms and he was wiping away my tears and kissing my eyelids.
“I love you, Faye.”
I gasped at the words, then he was inside me, filling me while his mouth possessed mine, his tongue musky with my juices. He made love to me, oh, so slowly, sliding his cock out of me so just the tip remained inside, tantalizing me, making me want to beg for more, then sliding back into me up to the hilt so I could feel his balls slapping against my buttocks. He swiveled his hips and his cock seemed to gyrate inside me.
I moaned softly and Gabriel answered with a moan of his own.
“God, Faye, it feels so good being inside you.”
Suddenly, the gentle lovemaking was over and he was fucking me hard and fast, slamming into me without mercy. I brought my knees up so he could penetrate me even more deeply and he grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide. “Your body belongs to me,” he growled. “Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped.
“I will take you whenever and however I please. Is that clear?” He punctuated each word by pounding his cock into me so fiercely that I cried out, “Yes, Master. Oh, God, yes!”
I tightened my muscles as my orgasm began to build and Gabriel quickened his movements in response. He came with an almighty roar, digging his fingers into my calves then he collapsed on top of me.
“I’m sorry,” he said when he was able to speak. “I had meant to make love to you.”
He untied my wrists then pulled me into his arms, and I lay with my head pillowed against his chest, breathing in the warm, familiar scent of his skin as he stroked my hair and told me over and over again that he loved me, as if, having said the words once, he couldn’t get enough of them.
I gave a sigh of utter contentment and smiled to myself, knowing that even though he was my Master and I belonged to him, he’d been right in what he had said earlier. We were equals, Dominant and submissive, just two sides of the same coin.
Chapter Twenty-One
For one horrible moment when I awoke alone the next morning, I thought he’d sneaked out during the night, but then I saw his suit jacket hanging over the back of a chair and a battered but expensive-looking suitcase on the floor by the window. I rolled over onto his side of the bed and breathed in the scent of him on the pillow. There was no going back now. Not after the things he’d said last night.
I thought about what he’d said about living together, and whether it was something we could ever actually do. He was right, of course. Paul and Ginny would have to be told and the sooner the better, then Paul, at least, could get on with his life. I should have told him straight away instead of letting him think all he needed to do was try harder to make our marriage work. I’d thought I was being kind, but really I was just being a coward.
Footsteps sounded on the wooden stairs. Gabriel came in carrying a tray with orange juice, coffee and scrambled eggs.
He set the tray down on the bedside table. I propped myself up with pillows and picked up the fork, but Gabriel took it from my hand. “Let me feed you.”
“Why do you like to do this?” I asked him as he picked up a forkful of egg.
“I like to look after you,” he said. “You belong to me. I like to take care of all your needs.” He put the fork to my lips and I opened my mouth. The eggs were perfect, light and buttery with just a hint of black pepper. I realized I was famished.
I swallowed and said, “So, is it important to you to feel needed?”
He considered for a moment. “I suppose so. You’re placing yourself in my hands, putting all your trust in me and that feels good.” He fed me another mouthful. “Your love, your trust and your submission to me are all part of the same thing. I want to be everything to you, sweetheart.”
I swallowed and smiled up at him. “Oh, you are, Gabriel.”
He finished feeding me and handed me my coffee then went over to the window and pulled back the curtains, flooding the little room with light. As I sat there, blinking in the morning sun, he crossed over to the wardrobe and started looking through my clothes, finally pulling out a knee-length, wrap-around skirt and a short-sleeved white blouse that buttoned up the front. “No underwear,” he said, “I want you accessible to me.”
“What are we doing today?”
“We’re going on a picnic.”
Up in the hills surrounding the cottage, Gabriel spread a cloth on the grass then leaned forward and undid the first few buttons of my blouse, exposing my breasts. He brought out a small camera from the bag. “You look like something out of a pre-Raphaelite painting with your tumbling red curls and those beautiful milky-white breasts.”
He snapped away while I sat smiling in the sunshine, finally accepting that this beautiful man really did find me attractive. He put the camera down. “Lie back,” he said, his voice husky. He sat next to me and slipped his hand inside my blouse, cupping my breast, then he opened my blouse all the way and bent his head to kiss my nipples.
At the feel of his warm breath against my skin, I gasped and arched my hips.
“No responding,” Gabriel said, “or I’ll send you into those woods to fetch me a switch.”
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p; I forced myself to keep still and closed my eyes, concentrating on the warmth of the sun on my skin and the sensation of Gabriel drawing lazy circles around one nipple then the other with his tongue. Forced to control myself, my desire quietened and retreated inside me, simmering and waiting, I lifted my hand and touched his hair, warm from the sun. “I love you, Gabriel,” I whispered. “You’re my world.”
He moaned against my breasts then lifted his head and bent to kiss my mouth. As I parted my lips, he pushed his tongue inside. He kissed me slowly and sensuously while he stroked my bare thighs with the tips of his fingers, languidly moving upward. I was giving myself up to the delicious sensation of being ravished in the open air, when the sound of voices nearby woke me from my reverie and my hand flew to my buttons.
Gabriel sat up. “Stay where you are. Hands by your sides now,” he ordered. One nipple was clearly visible and I looked with panic at Gabriel.
“If there are children, I’ll cover you up,” he promised. “Otherwise, I want you to stay perfectly still. Think of it as a lesson in obedience. Be a good girl and when they’ve gone, I’ll give you a reward.” He reached into the bag and took out a packet of extra-strong mints, popping one into his mouth with a wink and a wicked grin.
I closed my eyes and gave myself up to my fate as a man and a woman walked by just a few feet from us. As the voices faded, I opened my eyes again.
“How did that feel?” Gabriel asked.
“Very daring,” I said, “sort of humiliating and exciting at the same time.”
“An important thing for you to remember as my sub,” he said, “is that you belong to me, and if I want to parade you naked through the streets, I will do so. You need to let go of any feelings of shame or embarrassment and be proud of your submission to me, whatever form it takes. Do you understand, sweetheart?”
“I think so. There’s a lot to learn.”
“And I’m going to enjoy every moment of teaching you, kitten,” he said, stroking my hair. “Submission isn’t just a physical act. It’s something that will change you deep inside. And it will change me too. It already has. You know I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. That’s because of the way you’ve submitted to me totally, given yourself to me without question.”
“But you had that before, didn’t you? With Danielle?”
He shook his head. “Dani’s submission to me was a game, something she liked to do in the bedroom, but she never gave herself to me the way you’ve done.” He popped another mint into his mouth and tugged at the ties holding my skirt closed. “Now, my good submissive girl, it’s time for your reward.”
He pulled my skirt open, exposing me from the waist down, then he crawled between my legs. As he breathed cool air on my sex, I gasped. Then he lapped my clitoris lightly, the heat of his tongue combining with the chill of his breath driving me wild. I clenched my jaw to keep myself from crying out as Gabriel slid one finger inside me, then two, then three, pulling me up toward his face, while he held me open for his tongue with the fingers of his other hand. The sensations of hot and cold, fingers and tongue, blowing and licking, were so intense that when my orgasm came, I couldn’t have cared less if there had been a crowd around us cheering us on.
Afterward, over slices of crusty baguette, smoked salmon tart and sweet peppers filled with goat’s cheese, Gabriel said, “So, are you ready to start your training tomorrow?”
“I think so. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
He smiled. “You could never disappoint me, sweetheart. You might disobey me sometimes, but if you do, I’ll punish you.”
“Why do you think we are the way we are?” I asked him.
“You mean, is there some deep psychological reason why I’m dominant and you’re submissive? No, I don’t think so. It’s just the way we are, like being straight or gay. It’s not a lifestyle choice or the result of our upbringing. I’ve always known I was dominant.”
“How do you mean?”
He shrugged. “I just always liked being the boss. During games at school, did your games teacher pick the two sportiest girls and ask them to pick teams?”
“Yes, that was always me.”
“Really? Well, that’s something else we have in common.” He looked me up and down appreciatively. “I can imagine you being good at games, warrior woman. And did you enjoy picking a team?”
“No, I hated it. I used to feel sorry for the girls who didn’t get picked. It was always the same girls.”
“Well, I loved it. I liked the power and I liked the responsibility of making sure my team was as good as it could be. Then, during the game, if someone wasn’t pulling their weight, I’d let them know in no uncertain terms and I’d see them try harder and I found that really satisfying.”
“This is all sounding a bit homo-erotic,” I said mischievously. “Did you spank them in the showers afterward?”
He gave me a look. “No, but I may just spank you in the shower when we get back.”
“Mmm.” I grinned at him.
He laughed. “That was a threat, not a promise, you minx. Anyway, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it wasn’t the least bit homo-erotic. I saved all my eroticism for girls.”
“And did you spank them?”
“God, no. I wanted to, but they might have thought I was some sort of freak. I’d grown up in a house where my father beat my mother, remember? And I worried for a long time that my Dominant tendencies were inherited from him.”
“It’s not remotely the same,” I said.
“Yes, I know that now, but remember what it’s like to be fifteen. So all my relationships were completely vanilla.” He stopped. “Do you know what that means?”
I grinned at him. “Sex with no kinks. I’ve done my homework, Sir.”
“Good girl. No detention for you, then.” He smiled. “Yes, so they were all vanilla and I always got bored very quickly. I’d test the water sometimes. If a girl said something to tease me, I’d threaten to put her over my knee, but they’d always say something like, ‘Just try it, buster.’”
“Just try it, buster?” I raised an eyebrow. “Did you grow up in 1930s New York?”
Gabriel’s lip twitched. “I wonder if there’s any hazel in those woods,” he said, a thoughtful expression on his face. At my puzzled look, he said, “Hazel makes the best switch. I think the sight of you bent over that log with your skirt pulled up and your bare ass ready for a good switching would be quite delightful.”
I made my eyes big and round. “You said I was allowed to be cheeky sometimes, Sir.”
“Hmm, I may come to regret that. May I please carry on with my story or is there some more thin ice you’d like to go skating on?”
“Carry on, please.”
“You’re so kind. Anyway, it was never just about spanking. That was only a small part of it. What I wanted was someone who would submit to me, someone who’d trust me and give herself to me without reservation. But I never found her and I’d just about given up—then I met you.”
A shadow passed over us, making me shiver, and Gabriel glanced up at the sky. “Come on.” He stood and held out his hand. “Let’s get back before it starts to rain.”
As we walked back to the cottage, we talked more about our childhoods, our relationships and about how we’d never really felt fulfilled until now. As we turned up the lane to the cottage, we were both stopped in our tracks by the sight of Ginny’s car.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Oh, fuck!” I said. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”
Gabriel breathed out slowly. “Oh, fuck.”
“She’s going to hate me.” I grabbed his arm. “Gabriel, she’s still my sister. I don’t want her to hate me.”
Gabriel straightened his shoulders. “Will you let me do the talking?”
“Are you going to tell her the truth?” Acid pooled at the back of my throat and my heart was beating so fast I thought I was about to have some sort of attack.
“Some truth,
some lies. Is that all right by you?”
“I don’t know. I know we should be honest with her but…” I gripped his arm. “Just don’t let her know it started the night she broke up with you, please, Gabriel.”
What a miserable coward I was. I didn’t regret Gabriel for one single moment. He was the love of my life. But why, oh, why couldn’t I have waited until Ginny had moved on?
As we walked up the path together, feet crunching in time on the gravel like a march to the gallows, Ginny opened the door. She was smiling. At least her mouth was smiling, but her eyes were flat and expressionless.
“Faye, Gabriel, come in. I hope I’m not in the way.” She stepped back to allow us through the door into the living room. “I thought it might do me good to get away from everything so I came up here to be close to Dad.” She closed the door and turned, fists clenched, her face stiff with rage. “I wouldn’t have come if I’d known I’d be interrupting my ex-boyfriend and my sister in their sordid little fucking affair!”
“Ginny…” I began, not sure what I was going to say next.
“Don’t you dare fucking speak to me, you bitch! I can understand him. He’s just a fucking tom cat, but you… You’re my sister!”
I stared at her miserably, and she smiled again, a slash of red against her bloodless skin.
“Paul’s not very happy about it.”
I started at this, and she laughed, a high-pitched, unnatural sound, more like a whinny than a laugh.
“Yeah, I phoned him about half an hour ago.”
“What did he say?” My insides seemed to have turned to ice water. I should have told him myself. He shouldn’t have had to find out like this.
“Why don’t you phone him and ask him yourself?” she sneered. “Dare you!”
“Ginny, sit down,” Gabriel said.
She turned on him then. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do, you…gigolo!”
“Will you please sit down?” he asked. “Let me try and explain.”
She threw herself on the sofa. “Oh go on, then. I love a good story.”