by Nicole Snow
“Hold it. Let's wait until he leaves. As long as that spoiled shit has learned his lesson, then there's no need to take this fight any further.”
I coughed, doing my best not to seem insulted. “I think you seriously underestimate the stupidity of Alan Winkman.”
“Maybe,” Gabe mused. “But I've dealt with plenty of guys who haven't carried out their threats. More thank likely, he's just flexing, and that'll be the last time any man tries to slur you in my presence.”
Heart throbbing, I grabbed him tight. He pulled me in for a kiss.
Back at his place, our bodies seethed with adrenaline before we even hit the bedroom.
Gabe threw open the door, pulled me inside, and slammed me against the wall. The dizzying motion shook my senses, but there was no time to recover.
This beast disguised like a man was on top of me, smoothing his strong lips over mine, stealing my breath. I moaned, legs parting automatically for the dry bulge pressed up between them to rub deeper still.
His tongue kept coming, dominating my mouth, tasting me to my very core. If it weren't for the insatiable need flaring inside me, it would've been almost too much. Suffocating.
But my body knew what it wanted.
I went slack, sweating and panting in the rare spaces where he broke his wild kisses. Staring up at him, I wondered what had gotten into him.
Is it really just the danger, the insult at the bar? Or something more?
“Sir?” I whispered, simultaneously questioning and pleased.
His fingers answered by locking around my wrist. With a hard pull, I struggled to kick my heels away and match his pace, climbing up that winding staircase to his chamber of wonders.
Inside, I started shaking a little as the ornately carved door slammed shut. Gabe turned to me, fire in his eyes, and began pacing around the room slowly like a great cat.
“Tonight, my sweet sub, you're going to learn how to ride.” He spoke with his back turned, wasting no time in dragging the heavy ropes off their holder on the wall.
I walked forward and sat on the bed, waiting for further instructions. I tried my best to look calm on the outside. But deep down , the knock out encounter with Alan Winkman left its jarring shadow – and now I needed something equally as rough and shocking to reset my system.
Speaking of shadows, Gabe's huge, masculine outline covered me while I was lost in thought. Looking up, I took him in slowly, digesting this achingly beautiful man in a dark shirt and tie, ready for business – except the business he was after involved the thick ropes bundled in his arms.
“Get undressed for me,” he ordered. “We need to get started right away.”
He said it like there was some urgency, as if we had some place to be.
The fiery need resided inside us, growing a little angrier, a little hotter by the second. The needles in my blood sharpened. They scratched and burned my skin as my heart pumped, especially when I stood and dropped my dress.
Gabe's breathing picked up as I unclasped my bra. “Turn around,” he said, dissatisfied with the way I'd turned my back toward him.
I closed my eyes and gave in, letting my black bra fall to the floor. There was nothing between us but my matching pair of panties.
“Look at me, Ashley. There's no reason you should be ashamed of this body,” he said, close to reading my mind. “And if it's me you're worried about, get over it. I want to see, feel, and taste every inch of your beautiful skin.”
I hated the way he made me burn red. I opened my eyes and begrudgingly met his stare. My fingers hooked on both sides of my panties and pulled, leaving the wet fabric in a heap at my ankles.
I stepped out and into his arms. He kissed me, polishing the crimson glow he'd created, holding me against his strong chest with the ropes wedged on my back.
“Onto the bed. Kneel down and do exactly what I say.” He took several steps forward, guiding me to the place he needed me.
With one last kiss, Gabe pushed me down, centering me in the middle of the bed. Then he stood back, throwing the ropes at my feet.
He tore off his clothes in less than a minute. Piece by piece, he never broke eye contact, beaming the very same bright eyes toward me the whole time, a starry show of confidence.
Maybe I am a natural submissive, I thought. Don't think I'll ever be able to get undressed in front of someone with that kind of confidence.
With muscles flexed and exposed, he climbed into bed with me, wrapping me in his huge embrace and pushing me backward toward the pillows. I fell, opening myself to more of his hands and mouth, but he held back.
“Sit up with me,” he said, pulling me onto my knees again. “Lift your arms. I'm going to get you into the perfect position.”
I watched as Gabe moved to both sides of the bed and tugged out a couple hidden metal loops attached to the top of the canopy. Then he took each one of my wrists, binding the big ropes tight, and hooked each end to the sinister metal pieces he'd revealed.
Damn, he's really thought of everything. What else is hidden here?
I didn't have time to wonder for long. The ropes held my arms high in the air, stretched out like a gymnast's grabbing for the rings.
I started to worry how long I could hold it without going totally numb. But Gabe moved in, severing my thoughts, pulling me onto his waiting lap.
He kissed my shoulder, hot and hard. I moaned, rolling my head, the only thing I could move above the waist.
And the kisses came again and again, firm lips and sometimes his teeth. He flicked everything across my flesh as he worked his way down, hooking his hand around one breast and forcing my rosebud nipple to his lips.
“Oh!” Pleasure hit me. My hands may have been bound with thick rope, but breast-to-mouth, his lips felt like they connected me right to a power source.
The lightning shot through me, throbbing and steady as he pulsed my tip with his tongue.
Just as I began to get used to it, he moved to the opposite one. My sensitive flesh slid between his teeth and he held it there, just on the comfortable side of being pinched. His teeth locked around it, centering the target for his unshakeable tongue.
He licked me with an appetite. Brutal heat roared between my legs. If he kept that up for too long, I knew I'd start coming, even if he never slid his rough hands between my legs.
But his tongue moved on. Licking, trailing its way downward. I jerked each time it snaked across my soft belly, shimmering to my right inner thigh.
Gabe repositioned himself and slid beneath me. My eyes grew large when he grabbed both thighs in his hands. It was a monstrous, uncompromising grip that said, I'm going to do whatever I want now, and you're going to love every fucking second.
Fire shot through me the instant he buried his face between my legs. There was no time to feel self-conscious, or even to register the surprise.
There was no time for anything except bathing myself in the mad, mad ecstasy pouring up from below. Knees trembling, hips rocking, and wetter than the sea, I relaxed on his mouth with a shrill growl emanating from deep within my throat.
His mouth moved like a whirlwind against my sex. Gabe moved fast, hungrily, licking and tugging at my folds with his lips, spreading me open with fingers and tongue.
He forced my petals apart for him, just so he could drive his licks deeper, into the place where he wanted to bury that throbbing erection. I watched it sprout between his legs through half-closed eyes, the best I could manage under the blinding assault.
Orgasm uppercutted me with the same sudden ferocity he'd used at the bar. I trembled in the ropes, clawing to regain balance. But all I could do was fall forward, further into his abyss-like laps.
My eyes rolled, vision going white and starry. Gabe buried my clit with his tongue and lashed it hard.
The little nub lit up. My screams burst past the heavy door, filling the whole upper floor of his house with my ecstasy.
I sang to the walls, telling the whole world what he'd done to me, what he kept up d
oing as the longest minutes of my life ticked by.
The flames inside me changed from orange, to blue, to white. I reared up, sweating and bucking at his face. My legs shook like the muscles were completely giving out, suffering the same wild spasms wracking my entire body.
Without much warning, the orgasm stopped, and so did his licks. I fell, held up only by the ropes, spent and gasping for air.
Next thing I knew, Gabe's thick hands were on my shoulders, curling around me and hugging me into him.
He kissed my neck. I inhaled my own sweet scent lingering on his lips. He ran his fingers through my hair, softly at first, then growing more feral and possessive.
“Look at me, Ashley.” Slowly, I raised my head to meet his smiling face. “We're really going to have to work on that. But it'll have to wait. Right now, I just want you to get on and ride as hard as you can.”
I didn't understand what he meant until he pushed his legs underneath me. Suddenly, I was on his lap, that magnificent horn in his center pulsing hard and insistent at my leaking folds.
Growling, he bent low, tucking his hips back and preparing to plunge into me. I couldn't have stopped it, even if I wanted to for some insane reason.
My sex wasn't ready for the shock of having him in me so soon after his mouth had ravaged me there. I flung my arms, caught the ropes, and groaned.
Blinding pleasure seared up my aching walls. My mutinous hips molded to him, wanting to feel him mounted and thrusting before the rest of me did.
“Hold on tight, baby,” he said, locking his hands on my bare ass for added emphasis. “This won't be easy at first, but just give it a minute. You'll thank me later.”
He buried himself deep inside me. My over-sensitive walls squirmed on his cock, crying out for a rest, if only for a minute.
I trust you. And I'll make myself do this, for your pleasure, sir. Not for mine.
But he wasn't giving me anything. I bared my teeth, grunting like an animal as I pushed onto him. His thrusts came faster, deeper, but I matched them, ignoring the sensitivity that made me want to yelp and leap off his cock.
Seconds ticked by, all hot blood and slapping flesh. Each time he punched up into me, he went all the way, rubbing the very edge of my womb with his bare, beautiful erection.
Before I fully knew what was happening, the ropes began to burn on my wrists. Worse than the strange, unsteady tremble inside me.
Fuck. Right again...something's happening.
And that was a huge understatement. When his tempo climbed another level, faster and harder, it was like he'd flipped a magic setting I didn't know I had.
The achy sensation disappeared, replaced by a deeper hunger. Now, I wanted – had to! – be filled.
My groans of discomfort turned to sharp, empty moans, flippant little bursts betraying my need. I slammed my hips into him, drawing him deep inside me, grinding my clit on his thin strip of pubic hair.
The delicious burn darted up my spine, butterflies with wings of fire trouncing along my back.
“Come with me, sir!” I moaned. “I want to feel us come together.”
Driven by my plea, he smiled a little, but then the bestial curl in his lips devoured the happy, civilized line. His breathing quickened, the same as his hips, rising at a wider angle and spearing me straight and steady.
His hands shot out several times, slapping my ass hard. The unexpected spanks forced me to hump him even faster, quicker than I thought was possible. My knees moved like well oiled balls, rolling against his hard torso as both of us tried to up the ante.
There wasn't much more to go. We reached our human limit and stalled, surrendering to nerves on overload and screaming tension in our loins.
Roaring, Gabe clawed at my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh. He slammed up into me one last time and came.
His balls puckered, loaded their fiery contents, and hurled it upward like shooting stars.
I lost it. The second his come splashed my wet, rippling velvet, I went wild, jerking my arms and legs to release the ungodly spasms grinding into me.
We rocked together, two ships smashed together on an infinite sea of ecstasy, flesh steaming as primal forces took over. Sir shot his fire deep – thick, potent, and inescapable. And my womb sucked at it, taking my pleasure up another notch, a holy reward for giving myself to his essence bare and unprotected.
I smiled a little once my orgasm waned. Making him come like this would be burned into my mind forever, everything from the throb of his restless cock deep inside me to the way he heaved beneath me.
I think we both wanted to pass out by the end. But somehow, Gabe found the strength to pull out, undo the ropes, and cradle me in his omnipotent arms.
It was a relief to be free. My arms burned from the way they'd been stretched for so long, wicked flashes that brought back pristine visions of what we'd just done.
Gabe kissed my forehead. I purred. Satisfied was the only suitable word.
“You know, this is the second time we haven't used a condom. And I'm not on the pill.” I tensed. I had to be honest, but it made me nervous, even if he'd never brought it up.
His strong face brightened with a smile, firm and slightly mischievous. One more wet, rough kiss lined my moist forehead before he answered.
“You think I don't know that?” His grip around me tightened. “It's out of my hands, Ashley. I've been ready for...something like this a long time. If we're gonna make a baby, then I won't run from it. Quite the opposite.”
His hands slid down, cupping my ass. My heartbeat picked up, fluttering with strange excitement. Everything about my submission defied common sense – at least any sense the mind understood.
But my heart, it had a deeper wisdom, a knowledge built on love and faith, however risky.
Silently, I pushed forward, moaning a little when his hands cupped my ass. I felt him against my mound, rapidly growing hard again.
Neither of us wanted to move very fast or tie me down again. But I rose, throwing my legs across him, pushing him inside me and gasping with delight.
An erection from a lover like this was too good to waste.
“You look tired, girl.” Izzy slapped me playfully on the shoulder. “Doesn't take a fortune teller to know why. How is he in the sheets?”
I laughed and coughed a little, blushing for all I was worth. We were outside on our break at the saloon, just as the last sparks of evening gave way to an early winter darkness.
“Amazing.” I didn't elaborate, even when my friend lifted her eyebrows and stared at me. “What? A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. Maybe that should apply to us ladies too.”
“Ha! Now I know he must be a regular Adonis. Better watch out, Ash.” The end of her cigarette glowed as she took a long drag on it. “Only a matter of time before every girl in town is trying to steal him away.”
“They should be the ones to look out. I've got claws.” I held up my fingernails, eyeing the tiny chips in the polish on my pinkie left by my last session with Sir.
I'd raked at his back so hard it was a wonder I hadn't lodged his flesh there. Even so, I'd done a number on my jade coat, and had gotten home way too early in the morning before work to fix it.
“He's really good for you,” she said more seriously. “Oh! Did I tell you what I've noticed lately? The guys aren't making their nasty little comments much anymore. Even the Wayne brothers, and you know what gossip hounds they are!”
I stared at the snowy ground and exhaled. My breath curled out, smoky and phantom, almost as unreal as the way Gabe had changed my life so fast.
“Hang onto that guy, Ash. He's one in a million. Most girls just end up with a hubby who doesn't pay enough attention, or a battery boyfriend replacement for the real deal. It's rare to have the whole package plus a guardian angel.”
We swapped smiles and I watched as she blotted out her cig and went inside. I lingered outside for a moment, rolling the words in my mind.
Izzy wasn't much older and wiser than me, bu
t sometimes she had a way of hitting things just right with her words.
A high pitched scream rose up from the bar not long after I'd dropped off a fresh round of beers at a back table.
I recognized Izzy's distraught voice, and soon the baritone displeasure of Mister Adams. I ran up to the door next to the back room as fast as I could, but stopped when I saw them surrounded by three sharp dressed men I'd never seen before.
Shit. Who are these guys and what's going on here?
The rest of the bar hadn't really noticed the commotion. The usual chatter and laughter built up a wall, and I struggled to listen through the noise, catching bits of the conversation.
“Well, it's not our job to worry about revenue...you had plenty of time to move after you got notice about the new licensing requirements,” one of the strangers said, folding his arms. His two companions did the same, like living mirrors.
“One week isn't anything!” Mister Adams said, raising his voice. “Are you really telling me there's no flexibility here? Every other regulation this town has ever passed has had a grace period. I don't have the cash flow this time of year...not until folks start coming in for winter sports after the holidays.”
“This isn't nineteen ninety anymore, Mister Adams.” Another man with a slick haircut smiled. “I know it's been awhile since we saw new liquor licensing requirements out here, but the rules are the rules. You got the notice like everybody else, and now you've got to get your license on top of the fine.”
“Fine?” He shook his head angrily, bulldog jowls flapping. “What nonsense.”
The third man silently pushed a slip of paper into his hands. I cracked my lips a little and pressed my back to the counter, afraid when I saw his face turn a deep crimson.
I'd never seen my boss look so angry before. Something really bad was about to happen.
“This is outrageous! Bullshit! You want this just for an overdue liquor license? What kind of addled dipshit came up with these rules?”
“You have the amount due,” the man with slick hair said calmly. “Pay it, post your license, and there won't be any problem. The fine is determined on a case-by-case basis at the Mayor's office.”
