His Confession

by S. Valentine

“Relationships are fucked up. Someone always gets hurt in the end.”

  “That’s bullshit. There are successful relationships and marriages.”

  “Yeah, and I wonder how many cheat behind their partners’ back.”

  Gabi hooked her handbag over her shoulder and headed for the door. “If that’s how you feel, Darion, then I guess I’m wasting my time.” She stared at him for a moment, before turning on her heel, tears burning her lower lids. Maybe he couldn’t give her what she wanted.

  Chapter

  Twenty-Six

  Darion

  Darion intertwined his fingers. What the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t know whether it was anger or sadness, but he felt like he’d explode any minute. He felt like he needed to let his emotions out. He never lost his cool in front of women, ever. Except for Gina. But Gina couldn’t be the one. She couldn’t be. She wasn’t fun when she was sober, she was quiet and withdrawn, and they didn’t share many interests outside of the bedroom. At least Gabi was a laugh when sober and drunk, and they seemed to have things in common. He lit another cigarette and took a long drag.

  “Gabi?” He called her back, his tone a plea. “Sit back down, please.”

  She was reluctant at first, but then she sat back on the sofa.

  “Why don’t we just roll with it, see what happens? No rules, no restrictions.”

  She chewed her nail.

  “Let’s give it a chance. But I can’t give you promises, and I can’t give you my word that I won’t ever be tempted by other women again.” He shrugged. “I’ll try. I don’t trust women to commit fully, Gabi. Not even you.” He paused. “Not yet.”

  “You’re scared of getting your heart broke?”

  He stilled, as if she saw right through his fears and insecurities. “Isn’t everybody?” he replied.

  “I suppose.”

  He changed the subject quickly. “We make each other laugh, we have fun, don’t we? Let’s keep it at that. You feel a little something for me.” He swigged his wine. “And…” he paused, as if struggling to find or say the words. “I feel a little something for you. That’s a good start, right?”

  Gabi nodded. He stroked the hair out of her pretty face. He did feel something for her. He couldn’t control it. He hadn’t planned it. He could never stop thinking about her. Denying Gina in the office was the first time that he had ever done that. Before now, he never refused sex, ever. Gabi must have some sort of hold on him. He hated it. He did fear that she would hurt him. He couldn’t give his all to another woman and be left heartbroken again. He could start off slow, sure. He could get to know Gabi properly and see whether there was a slight chance that it could work out. He couldn’t keep up the game forever. He couldn’t sleep with different women every week for the rest of his life. Gina had been right about that.

  “Would you rather me be the man that promised you the world and let you down? Or be honest and tell you that I’m not sure where this will lead?” He shot her with a serious look. “It would never be my intention to hurt you, but I know for certain that it’s hard for me to commit at the moment, Gabi.”

  “I understand.” She nodded. She was obviously disappointed. Maybe she had wanted to hear all the right words—that he cared for her, wanted only her, and would change his ways. But he was right. If he said all those things then he would be lying. But wasn’t it better to be hurt by the truth, than protected with a lie?

  “So.” He pulled her toward him, kissing her. “What’s with the bag?” He nodded toward the pink bag in the corner of the room.

  “Oh.” She sat back casually. “Take a look.”

  He leant over and picked up the bag. He loved surprises. He emptied the contents: silver handcuffs, whip, blindfold, lubricants, toys, and massage oils. He looked at Gabi, instantly feeling himself getting hard. They could definitely have fun with this lot. He stood over her, staring down into her face, and flashed her a devilish grin. She didn’t look away this time.

  “Submissive or dominant?” he asked out of curiosity, a note of amusement in his voice.

  “Dominant.” She stood up.

  She slipped off the thin material of her dress to reveal a dark blue corset, and minuscule underwear. In her black platforms, she slowly sashayed toward the bedroom. Darion’s heartbeat quickened. Shoving the items back in the bag, he followed her.

  He became excited. He tore his t-shirt off, and wriggled out of his jeans. His cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, desperate for release. She thought that she could dominate him. Ha! She had another thing coming. She would be begging for him, never mind him begging for her. Women could never resist him.

  ***

  Darion panted breathlessly. He wriggled his arms, but it was no use. The metal handcuffs dug into his wrists. He was still hooked to the bedposts. He couldn’t see a thing. He couldn’t even remove the blindfold. He didn’t mind being dominated, however he didn’t like being teased, brought to the brink of climax, and being left there. One of his own tricks being reversed on him. The room was silent. Had she gone into the other room?

  He had been happily enjoying her performing oral on him, licking and teasing his whole body, lathering scented oil all over him with her soft hands. He had begged for her for a while. His body was beginning to ache, and he desperately needed her, but she wasn’t giving in to him. He was surprised when he felt something wet touch his lips, and he realised it was her tongue. Darion stuck his out, but hers was gone. He felt it again as it licked his, then stopped, and then licked again. He moved his head forward, trying to find it. It was no use. He felt it again, this time she allowed him to suck on it hungrily for a few moments, his tongue shooting right inside her mouth, circling her tongue, groaning at the same time. Then she was gone again.

  “Gabi, I want you now.”

  Silence. He felt her lips touch his neck. He hadn’t even heard her lay beside him. The hairs on his body stood on end. Shivers ran down his spine as she planted soft, slow kisses down his chest. Then he felt the sharp pain of leather bite into his skin, and he screamed out in pain. He hadn’t expected that.

  “Fuck,” he roared. “Gabi, you bitch.”

  “What did you call me?” He felt the warmness of her whisper in his ear, which turned him on even more. “Did you just call me a bitch?”

  “Maybe…” He felt the leather again on his tender skin, sharp and painful, cutting into him. “You just wait until you unlock me.”

  “I hope that’s not a threat, Mr. Milano.”

  “It is. I’m gonna make you wish you were never born.” He laughed sadistically.

  “You’re making this worse for yourself.”

  He felt her pleasuring his cock with her mouth. He groaned loudly. He was going to come. He knew it. He curled up his fingers and toes, grinding his teeth. Then she stopped, and the whip was back, this time hitting his stomach. He grimaced. Then silence.

  “Gabi?”

  No answer. He shouted her name again. She couldn’t leave him hanging like that. He listened for noise. He heard the sound of the handcuffs being unlocked. Then he heard footsteps as if she had run into the living room. He pulled his arms free. Yanking the blindfold off, he wiped the sweat from his brow, and slowly climbed to his feet. He noticed the whip on the floor. A grin crept across his face as he picked it up, along with the handcuffs. Still naked and erect, he stepped into the living room.

  Gabi was sitting on the far corner of the sofa, an anxious look on her face, as if she didn’t know what to expect. He was in control now. It was his turn to dominate. Payback time. Darkness clouded his eyes. He drew a deep breath.

  “As I said.” His voice was husky. “I’m gonna make you wish you were never born…darlin’.”

  He switched the stereo on. Rock ‘n’ roll blasted at a loud volume. He didn’t want the neighbours to hear. There would certainly be a lot of noise coming from his apartment. He stepped toward her, his fingers tightening around the whip, the handcuffs clanging together.

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sp; “Come here,” he instructed, his voice low and authoritative.

  Reluctantly, Gabi obeyed. Not so confident now. His gaze locked with hers. They stared at one another intently for what felt like the longest time.

  “Give me your wrists. Now.”

  Chapter

  Twenty-Seven

  Gabi

  “How was your night, sweetie?” Mallory asked Gabi in the car on the way to work. They hadn’t had chance to properly catch up.

  “It was fun. What about yours?”

  “Suzie and Marcus came around. We ordered Chinese and watched a movie.”

  “How are they?”

  “I’ve never seen them happier.” Mallory swerved into the car park opposite Miller & Co. Publishers, and peered through the windscreen, searching for an available parking space.

  “I’m pleased for them.” Gabi reapplied her lipstick. “There’s a space.” She pointed to a spot.

  Mallory reversed into the space, and turned off the engine.

  “I hope today doesn’t drag.” Gabi grabbed her handbag.

  “Me too. I’m so not cut out for work today.”

  Gabi placed her hand over her mouth as she yawned.

  “Have you heard anything more from Lawrence?”

  She shook her head. “I haven’t, actually.”

  “Well, that’s a good thing.”

  “Yeah.” Gabi nodded in agreement as she followed Mallory toward work. “I hope he’s okay.”

  “Lawrence knows how to take care of number one, Gabi. He’s been doing it for long enough.”

  “Hmmm.”

  The girls headed straight for their workplace kitchen, where they made coffee, and chatted with colleagues that worked on the same floor. Gabi caught sight of her reflection in the window. She was wearing a white, knee-length dress and black stilettos. Her hair was scraped back into a high ponytail. She’d dressed partly for meeting Darion later, who had agreed to collect her from work.

  Taking her coffee, she scurried to her office before she got caught up in work gossip, which could sometimes go on for far too long. She had a backlog that needed taking care of.

  She managed to edit quarter of a manuscript by the time 5 p.m. rolled by. Ensuring her desk was tidy, and everything was prepared for the following day, she headed to the elevator. Mallory had already set off for home.

  She found Darion parked nearby, in the Jeep. As soon as she climbed in the car, he leant over and gave her a soft, lingering kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as pleasure jolted through her. He didn’t stop there, as his hands cupped her face, pulling her as close to him as she could possibly be. His tongue sliding across her own, filling her mouth, was divine. Her stomach tightened. Finally tearing away, she felt giddy as a salacious grin teased his face. Would she ever get enough of him?

  “How was your day?” he asked, the tyres screeching on the tarmac as he sped off.

  “Productive.” She fastened her belt. “How was yours?”

  “Not too bad.” He grabbed hold of her hand, and squeezed it. “If you fancy having a drink at the club, I can take you home later?”

  “Sounds tempting.”

  Darion switched the stereo on, and they sat comfortably, listening to “Uprising” by Muse. Gabi rested her head on the headrest. After half an hour of driving, the busy streets and high-rise buildings were replaced with the green countryside.

  When they got inside the club, they were immediately greeted by Lexi. “What can I get ya, Gabi?” she asked, chewing gum simultaneously.

  “Um…a red wine, please.”

  Darion’s mobile rang just as he perched on a stool. He stepped aside to answer it. “Gabi.” He shoved the phone into his pocket a few seconds later. “I need to meet someone for fifteen minutes, they’ve got a few questions about the place. You’ll be okay here, right?”

  “Sure.”

  He planted a tender kiss on her forehead, before dashing out of the room. Gabi drained half of her wine as soon as it was placed before her. Marnie approached, and made general chitchat. She informed Gabi that she had a new boyfriend, and the relationship was currently going well. It was like music to Gabi’s ears—one girl down, another one to go. She glanced over her shoulder to see that Gina was serving customers at the other end of the bar. She was left with a sour taste in her mouth at how sensational the dancer looked. But if Gina was enough, why hadn’t she and Darion ever had anything serious?

  Over the next fifteen minutes, Marnie supplied her with more wine. Gabi hadn’t realised how many she’d actually consumed until she felt a dizzy rush go to her head.

  Giggling, she shakily made her way toward the ladies’ bathroom. She lowered herself onto the toilet lid, appreciating a short break from the thumping music. She was unable to stop the dreamy expression that took over her face. Darion hadn’t been gone that long, and she was thinking about him already. She was falling for him. She knew it. She hated that it was happening so fast. She never usually got attached this quickly.

  Gabi was glad that he had decided to give the relationship a go. She hoped that he wouldn’t see other women. It would devastate her if he did, but what could she do? She would have to leave him. For now, she’d sit back and wait and see if she alone was enough for him. She was happy that he had admitted to feeling something for her.

  She made her way toward the mirror, leaning closer to it to inspect her make-up. Her pupils were bigger than usual. She quietly laughed to herself. She was certainly making a habit of all of the nights out. She couldn’t help it, though. Whenever she was at The Black Door, she wanted to join in all the fun. Perhaps she was making up for years of lost time.

  She turned the tap on and leant under it, swigging the cold water, swallowing mouthfuls. The cold liquid oozing down her throat was just what she needed. She stood back up slowly and jumped at the reflection in the mirror, startled.

  Darion stood near one of the cubicles, smoking a cigarette, watching her. The black jeans and matching shirt he was wearing hugged his frame perfectly. Three buttons were open, displaying his cutting collarbones and some of his muscular lean chest. His hair had now been smoothed back with gel, the length just skimming his collar. He looked sophisticated, smart.

  A smile surfaced on his face, as if he knew the effect he was having on her. He took two steps toward her and held out his hand. Gabi took hold of it. He pulled her toward him, his tongue darting into her mouth as their lips met. She pressed her body against his, sinking her fingers into his hair.

  “Let’s go relax at the bar before I take you home.”

  They walked back to the bar, hand in hand. Several customers greeted Darion with nods of appreciation. He was a largely respected businessman, without the attitude to go with it. And he certainly knew how to enjoy himself, and have fun with the customers.

  Caressing Gabi’s behind, he led her toward one of the booths, where they lounged on a comfortable, velvet sofa. Knowing their drink orders by heart, Marnie was soon placing a glass of whisky and a glass of wine on the table before them. Darion instructed her to shut the curtain after her, which she did.

  He lifted Gabi onto his lap, so that she was straddling him. His gaze on her was intense. Gabi took in his features—his strong jawline, his plump lips, perfect teeth, and secretive, captivating eyes. She wanted him desperately, and knew the feelings were mutual. But first, she decided to tease him, to make him wait, to make him beg, like he’d made her do many times before. Now that she knew him better, she felt confident around him.

  Gracefully climbing to her feet, she stepped onto the platform, where the pole was. “Addicted to Love” by Robert Palmer blasted from the speakers. Darion sat forward in interest, his hand rubbing over his rough stubble.

  Gabi took hold of the pole with one hand, and circled it. Then, with her back pressed against it, she moved her hips slowly to the music, running her hands through her hair that she freed from the band. She bent down to touch her toes, wiggling her bum slowly, copying what she’d seen the gir
ls do. Darion’s tongue skimmed across his top lip, and she noticed him adjusting himself in his trousers.

  As she unzipped her dress, Gabi allowed it to drop to the floor, and stepped out of it. She could see her reflection in the huge wall mirror before her, her legs long and tanned, her chest voluptuous in a pink bra, and her hair in wild waves framing her shoulders. She felt sexy.

  She twisted her waist slowly from side to side, teasing her body with her fingers. When she unhooked a bra strap, she caught the blazing longing on Darion’s face. Unhooking her bra, the silk skimmed against her arms, as she removed it. She tossed it at him. He chuckled softly, leaning back, clearly eager to see more, devouring every inch of her with his stare.

  Crouching down, she crawled leisurely across the platform toward him. On her knees, she ran her hands up her thighs, and between her legs, before hooking her fingers through the top of her underwear. Darion was tapping his fingers in an impatient manner, as if self-restraint was proving difficult. She gave him a sultry, playful wink.

  “Come here,” he commanded, his voice low.

  She shook her head, and rose on her heels again, pushing out her chest, and arching her back, so that her breasts were more prominently displayed. She returned to winding her hips, giving him a glimpse of her pert behind.

  Darion was standing now. His teeth snagged his bottom lip, and he began unbuttoning his shirt. As he stepped onto the platform, Gabi could feel his dangerous, seductive aura. He loosened the final buttons, and in a swift movement, he shed his top. Gabi’s stomach tightened with desire. Her palms stroked over his firm chest, and rock hard muscles, which caused an appreciative moan to escape her lips. He slipped his arms loosely around her waist, and pressed his erection against her pelvic region. Grinding his hips, she ached for contact, her body becoming warm with delight.

  “Are you going to dance for me?” she asked, mesmerised by his arse that she could see in the mirror, swaying from side to side. “I didn’t know you could dance.”