I hold his gaze. “If I won’t?”
Gabriel shakes his head. “You already agreed to my terms, and all you’re doing now is pissing me off. It won’t pay off for you. I’ll crawl off this bed and ignore you the rest of the night while you lay here wishing I would fuck you. Make a decision, ma petite. You have ten seconds. One…”
My eyes shift to the paddle in his hand and when he slaps it on his palm, I flinch, realizing how much I want to see what he’s gonna do with it.
“Two…”
When my eyes meet his, I can tell he always knew I would cave, and on some level, so did I.
“Three…”
“Please, sir…” My voice shakes as I speak. “Will you paddle me?”
He tilts his head. “Where?”
“Wherever it pleases you.”
“Will you defy me again?”
“Not tonight, sir.”
He smiles. “I’ll accept that response.”
As he climbs behind me, I bend forward slowly, but then he grips my neck pulling me so that my back is against his chest. When he lifts the paddle, I realize where it’s going just as it makes contact on my pussy.
“Fuck!”
“Shh, ma petite. Ask me for another one.”
“Please, sir, can I have another one?”
“You may.” He brings it down again, and I sigh as heat spreads through my body. He puts the paddle down and slaps my clit several times with his bare hand. “Will you talk shit again tonight?”
“No, sir.”
“Is that how a devoted behaves?”
“No, sir. I’m still learning.”
“You will know everything you need to know by the end of tonight.” He grabs me by the waist, dragging me off the bed and then leans me against it. The next sensation is the feel of soft leather slapping across my ass. I gasp, not because it hurts, but because of the force in which he does it. After about five hits with it, I lean forward on the bed, breathing hard, waiting for the next thing he’s gonna come at me with.
“Do you want me to stop, Mia? You know what to say if you do.”
“Don’t stop, sir. Please.”
When I feel his tongue between my legs, I sigh, relaxing into his mouth. He licks everything he can get to, my clit, my asshole, the deepest reaches of my pussy. With my hands tied behind me and my ankles locked in the bar, I can’t do anything but moan and grind into his mouth. I wish I could see him, so I decide to carefully ask him.
“Sir?”
“What?” he asks, digging three fingers inside of me.
“Can I see you please?”
“See me what, Mia?”
“See you eat my pussy.”
After a brief moment, he twists me around, gazing into my eyes. “Why?”
“Because you’re so hot, I just want to see what you look like pleasuring me so I can dream about it later.”
A smile tugs at his lips, as he cups my cheek. “Oh, mon amour, you will be too exhausted to dream, but I will grant your request.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He slides down my body, tugging on the nipple clamps as his mouth makes contact with me again. He sucks so hard on my clit, I cry out, wishing I could run my fingers through his hair.
“Beg to come, Mia.”
I nod. “Please, sir, please can I come?”
“Do you deserve it?” He glares at me, digging his fingers even deeper. “Answer carefully.”
As I gaze back into his eyes, I moan. “No, I don’t, but…” I exhale slowly. “But please, sir, I need it so badly.”
“Why don’t you deserve it? What did you do?”
“I was bad. I defied you.”
“Yes, you did, but since you recognize how you fucked up, I’m gonna let you come.” He returns to sucking my clit so hard, I feel faint. As my orgasm hits, I scream his name and slump forward. Gabriel twists me around, pressing my face against the bed. “Do you want my cock, Mia?”
“God, yes, please, Gabriel. Please.”
When I feel the tip, pressed against my entrance, I hold my breath.
“Jesus, Mia, you’re shaking. Are you afraid of me?”
“No. I just want it so bad.”
Tugging at my hair, he leans close to me. “I do too. Get ready.” He pushes into me so roughly I cry out, and as he fucks me, I bite the comforter, muffling my cries. He’s so big. So big and thick. I feel like I’m being split apart with each pump in and out. Gabriel holds my arms for support as he fucks me with all his strength. At least, I hope he’s not holding back.
“Ma petite tempête,” he whispers. “My little storm… God, this pussy… so fucking good… so hot and wet.” I strain to look back at him to see his head thrown back as he pounds into me. Then suddenly his eyes open and he leans forward, dropping my arms but gripping my neck. The intensity of his fucking increases, and I’ve honestly never been fucked this hard in my life. I can’t catch my breath and my voice is hoarse from my moans and screams.
“Say my name, Mia,” he commands. “Say it.”
“Gabriel,” I moan. “God, your dick…”
“What about it?”
“It’s the best. The absolute best.”
His hand comes down on my ass, smacking me hard. “Tell me I’m the only one, Mia. No one before me, no one after me.”
“Yes, Gabriel. No one else. Ever.”
“Ah, fuck! Fuck!” Gabriel’s body shakes and flinches against me as he drags me to the floor in a hot sweaty mess. He pulls me into his arms, brushing the hair from my face and kissing me softly. “I knew you were the one.”
AS I HOLD Mia in my arms, I try to collect my composure, but I’m not sure I can. That was better than I even anticipated. She knew just what to do to turn up the excitement. She’s got me questioning if I’m even the same man I think I am. The more she defied me, the harder my dick got. She wanted me to get rough with her. She wanted it, and I think she loved it. Gazing down at her, she lays her head on my chest, and I realize she’s still bound, so I reach behind her to undo her wrists. As she rubs them, I lift each to my mouth, planting gentle kisses on them as I gaze into her eyes.
“You did great, ma petite.”
“Are we done?”
“You want more?”
She nods. “I do.”
I smile, brushing her hair from her forehead. She watches me as I move down her body and unhook her ankles. “Let’s eat a little and restore our energy.”
“Okay.” I help her up from the floor then pull her close, gazing into her eyes. She reaches up and plays with my hair. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“Teaching me things I didn’t know about myself.”
“I promised I would.” She nods, as I take her hand in mine and lead her into the kitchen, where I pour two glasses of water, two shots of tequila, and hand her a cigarette. “Want to share this with me? I could use a couple of puffs after that.”
“I thought you stopped smoking.”
“Something about you pushes me to need it.”
Her brow crinkles. “So I’m bad for you?”
I nod, brushing my fingers over her cheek. “You are. You make me feel like I’m not in as much control as I think I am.”
She grins. “Oh, trust me. You’re in control.”
I nod. “Want it?”
“Sure.”
Opening the drawer, I find the lighter and light the cigarette, taking a couple of puffs before handing it to her. As she leans against the counter, with her delectable nipples still rock hard, I can’t help myself and lift a shot glass, pour a little tequila down her tit then bend my head down to catch it. Mia smiles at me as I roll her nipple through my teeth. I hope she’s ready for what I have planned next.
“Mia?”
“Yes?”
“Are you ready for more?”
“Definitely.”
“Go wait for me in the living room.”
“Yes, sir.”
After she hands me the cigarette, I watch h
er walk away, as I throw it in the sink, returning my attention to making a plate of food for us. Cut up fruit, a bit of cheese, and a few slices of bread will give us enough energy to go another round. I balance the shots in one hand and the plate in the other as I walk into the living room.
Sitting beside her on the couch, I feed her a grape, then hand her the tequila shot. “Drink it up.” She takes it and throws it back, making a face as she swallows. “Did you like it when I fucked you?”
“I loved it.”
Smiling, I feed her a piece of Brie. As she chews, she keeps her eyes fixed on mine, and it hits me that they are the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, like melted pools of milk chocolate.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Mia?”
“Yes.”
Chuckling softly, I cup her chin. “You do, don’t you?”
“I must be if you chose me.”
As my eyes search hers, I’m overcome by such a strong desire for her again. I slam back the shot of tequila. “Did you love it when I filled you with my cum?”
She nods. “I did. Did you?”
“Yeah. I hope you aren’t going to get pregnant on me.”
She laughs. “No chance.”
“Good. Now, I need you sitting on my face.”
“With pleasure,” she says, climbing to her feet, while I move to the floor.
“Straddle my face.” She does so, and as my eyes shift up, all I can see is her glorious pussy. I stick a finger in, then another as she moans above me. I lean my head back against the couch cushion. “Fuck my mouth, Mia. Fuck it hard. Fuck it so good you think I can’t breathe.”
Without another word, she presses into my mouth, grinding back and forth, while a mixture of both of us invades my senses. God, she tastes amazing. Better than anything I’ve ever had. How did she get her pussy to taste so good?
I open my eyes to find her clawing her tits and moaning as she fucks my tongue. Reaching up, I spread her ass cheeks apart and eat her asshole out as she moans my name. God, she’s incredible. Every sweaty, sex soaked part of her. I shove several fingers in her pussy as I continue tonguing her ass.
“Oh fuck, Gabriel. I’m gonna come again.”
In response, I finger fuck her even harder until she’s writhing against my mouth, gasping for breath, and a trickle of liquid slides down my hand. When I let her go, she collapses on the couch and starts laughing, much to my surprise.
“Laughing?”
She shakes her head, crossing her arm over her forehead. “Jesus, Gabriel. Could you be any more perfect? Fuck.”
I smile as I bend forward to kiss her. She responds with pure hunger, kissing me hard, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth, and dragging her fingers through my hair. The longer we kiss, the more I just want to fuck her again, but even I need a break.
“Let’s go take a quick shower. Then we’ll rest.”
“Then you’ll fuck me again?”
Nodding, I brush her hair from her face. “I knew that first day over coffee that you and I were a match. I just couldn’t have anticipated it would be to this extent.”
She grins. “Have I pleased you, sir?”
“More than you can ever know.”
“Then I’m happy.”
I smile, knowing the plans I still have for the weekend, and hoping she still feels the same way Monday morning. Tonight was nothing but a warm up.
IN THE MORNING, I sit beside Mia in bed, then lean forward and kiss her forehead. “Mia? Wake up, my little storm. Time for coffee.”
Her eyes flutter open and she smiles, but then when she tries to move, she realizes she can’t. She looks behind her at the cuffed wrists attached to my headboard, then back at me.
“What the fuck is this about?”
I grin. That was exactly the reaction I wanted.
“What?”
“What?” She pulls on her wrists. “Uncuff me.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’ll stay here until I say you can leave. I have much planned for you today.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “You think I’ll run?”
“I have no desire to find out. Now, just be a good little girl, and—”
“I told you not to call me that.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to call the shots.” I brush my fingers over her cheek, but she turns her face away from me. “Mia, listen very closely.”
“Fuck you, Gabriel. Let me go.”
“What happened to my compliant little sex kitten? Now she’s full of fire again.”
She struggles against her restraints. “I swear to God, Gabriel.”
“What?” Shoving her legs opens, I rub my fingers on her, pressing my thumb against her clit. She closes her eyes, but when she opens them again, she is a whole new level of pissed off.
“Prada, Gabriel.” Her voice is calm but firm.
I tilt my head in surprise. “Prada?”
“Prada.”
I nod, using my keys to unlock the cuffs. Once she’s free, she shoves past me and into the bathroom where she slams the door, leaving me speechless on the bed. I don’t understand what went wrong. Last night she was all in, willing to do whatever I want, but today… I rub my forehead. I don’t fucking get it.
Climbing off the bed, I walk over to the bathroom and tap on the door. “Mia? Let’s talk.”
“Leave me alone.”
“I can’t do that. Come out of there. I promise I won’t pull any dom shit on you.”
She’s silent for a minute. “Promise?”
“You have my word.”
“I’ll be out. I just need a minute.”
“I’ll be waiting.” As I lean against the door, I try to understand exactly how we got here. Mia’s definitely not like other women I’ve been with, and I have no idea what to do next. All I know is that I can’t let her leave. Not yet.
SITTING ON THE toilet lid, I rub my forehead, deciding if I can go out there again. He took advantage of me, and it pisses me off. I went along with him and his dom games because I wanted to, because it was fun and different, and exciting as fuck, but he took it too far. I just have to go out there and assert myself. I let him run me. I gave up too much power. I thought I could do this, but I can’t anymore. I have to take my power back, and if he can’t let me, well then, I guess I have to be strong enough to walk away.
He knocks again. “Please come out, Mia.”
Opening the door, I brush past him and glance around the room for something to put on. When I see his dress shirt, I grab it and cover up. He doesn’t get to see my body. He watches me intently, waiting for me to speak as I sit in an armchair.
“I’m fucking pissed off, Gabriel.”
“Tell me why,” he says calmly.
As he walks toward me, I put my hand up. “No. Don’t touch me.”
He nods, pausing. “What did I do wrong?”
“What we did last night was consensual. I played along because I wanted to try it out. I wanted to experience sex through your eyes, and it was awesome, but waking up to find myself cuffed to a bed with no conversation doesn’t sit well with me. You sounded like you intended to hold me hostage or some shit. I’m going to say this again. I’m not fucking submissive, and I don’t want to be.”
“My mistake. You did such a good acting job last night, I thought you converted. You may think you’re not submissive, but there’s a part of you that is. Unless it’s all been an act.”
My eyes narrow. “I wasn’t acting. God, Gabriel, don’t you get it? I was trying to do this for you.” I rub my forehead. “This isn’t going to work. I wanted it to, but you need something I’m not. I’m going home.”
“No.” He steps toward me again. “Please, Mia. Stay.”
“There’s no point. What you did was really disrespectful. I’m not a sex slave or a kitten or whatever diminutive word you want to call me.” I point at my chest. “I’m a woman, Gabriel, with a mind of her own. I thought we were having fun, but now I see your intention is to st
rip me of who I am.”
“No, it’s not.” He steps closer then surprising me, kneels down in front of me, taking my hands in his. “I’m so sorry, Mia.” His voice softens as he speaks. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to disrespect you at all. I incorrectly thought…” He pauses, shaking his head.
“What?”
“I had hoped this weekend I could show you everything about the lifestyle. I admit the concessions you’ve made so far excited me, and after last night, I got carried away.” He cups my cheek. “Please don’t leave.”
I gently pull my hands away. “I appreciate the apology, but I can’t do this.”
Gabriel studies my face for a minute before speaking. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “I’m sorry, what?”
“We’ll renegotiate. Starting now.”
Is he serious? “I don’t think you can. I don’t think you want a normal relationship. Regular sex doesn’t excite you.”
“You’re right about one part. Regular sex doesn’t excite me, but you do. Everything about you. I can’t let you go.”
I cup his face and kiss his lips softly. “I wish I could stay, but it’s pointless. This whole situation will just happen again as soon as you think it’s safe to push me. I take responsibility for misleading you. I let you think that I was becoming the kind of woman you need.”
“The only woman I need is right in front of me. Just… please, Mia… give me a chance. I’m practically begging. Doesn’t that show you I can stop being a demanding prick?” He offers a slight smile. “Give me a chance.”
Sitting back in the chair, I think about leaving just to teach him a lesson, but realize that’s about as effective as shooting myself in the foot.
“Do you trust me, Gabriel, as much as you’ve asked me to trust you?”
“Yes.”
I nod. “Then I need you to show me that my trust in you is warranted. I need you to put the dom bullshit away, and treat me like I’m equal to you. Show me you can. No more sir and crawling shit. At least not for a while. Can you do that or do you need time to decide?”
“There’s something you need to know.” He takes my hand in his again. “I want you more than I want anything else in my life right now. Just you. I’ll put it all away for you. I’m fucking obsessed with you, Mia, and I’m man enough to admit it.”
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