by Gina Whitney
Rocker Series—Gina Whitney
Text copyright © 2015 Gina Whitney
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Saving Abel — Gina Whitney
Text copyright © 2014 Gina Whitney
Library of Congress Number: 201491185
Cover design May I designs, Regina Wamba
Edited by: Elizabeth Llewellyn
Forgiving Gia—Gina Whitney
Text copyright © 2014 Gina Whitney
Library of Congress Number: 201491185
Cover design May I designs, Regina Wamba
Edited by: Kristen Switzer
Avenging Us—Gina Whitney
Text copyright © 2015 Gina Whitney
ISBN: 0692485759
Cover Design: Staci Brillhart
Editing: SwitzerEdits
Saving Abel
Dedication
Abel's Dungeon
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Abel's Dungeon
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Enormous Shout Out and Thanks to Our Last Night
Acknowledgements
Video Playlist
Forgving Gia
Contents My Beauty~Abel Gunner
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Saving Gia’s Playlist
Acknowledgements
Avenging Us
Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
For the Reader
About Gina
Gina's Books
To the wicked-tongued-bad-boys that make our hearts stop, and the courageous-warrior-beauties that love them. Never let the shadows of your past darken the doorstep of your future.
Dedication
Abel's Dungeon *Dream*
Chapter One *Gia*
Chapter Two *Abel*
Chapter Three *Gia*
Chapter Four *Abel*
Chapter Five *Gia*
Chapter Six *Abel*
Chapter Seven *Gia*
Chapter Eight *Abel*
Chapter Nine *Gia*
Chapter Ten *Abel*
Chapter Eleven *Gia*
Chapter Twelve *Abel*
Chapter Thirteen *Gia*
Abel’s Dungeon *Reality*
Chapter Fourteen *Abel*
Chapter Fifteen *Gia*
Chapter Sixteen *Abel*
An enormous shout out and thanks to Our Last Night
Acknowledgements
Video Playlist
To all my badass bitches. We don’t chase em’. We replace em’.
You can close your eyes to what you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your eyes to the things you don’t want to feel.
—Unknown
On ecru initialed paper, the understanding was brutally clear … You’re to be blindfolded and waiting on your knees for your master. I reread it a couple of times, my hands shaking with both fear of the unknown and the excitement of being delivered to the brink of aching pleasure. Man, I was fucked!
I folded the note in half, perfectly seaming the edges while I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew. The thoughts swirled cyclonically in my head, causing a fluttering in my stomach to mount to vomit worthy levels, as I picked up the Hermes scarf. I gently ran it along my cheek before breathing in his alpha scent. Him. My eyes closed on their own accord, heart beating in concert with my pussy. My clit charged and already primed with wetness. My inner demon-ess was scratching the surface of my psyche, relentlessly thrashing against its confinement.
Twirling around in a sexual dreamlike state, my eyes took in floor-to-ceiling windows, the lush, red velvet drapes pulled back. Gasping heavily, I held my hand over my heart to keep the fucker in there. Was he planning to take me in the open—voyeur delight? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Then again, this was about surrendering. A place my control had no say. On the left was a free-standing bar, his guitar leaning against it. Chrystal decanters lined the top. Amber colored courage called out to my parched throat, begging, needing something to quell the tremors that plagued my body. I couldn’t. Could I? Or was that breaking the rules? I couldn’t afford to piss him off, nor did I want to. I wanted to please him, to hand over the keys to my soul for him to take up occupancy. I needed to take purchase of the prime piece of real-estate—his heart. Old demons plagued my thoughts with their clever mind tricks, fighting their way to the surface—sneering that I would lose the man I’d come to love because of my deceitful heart. The mother of all motherfucking Karma was going to bite my ass—hard. I needed to lock these incessant, nauseating thoughts where they belonged—behind a door that had no moral key and slam it shut.
Looking to the left, I saw that a fire raged stunningly in a pastoral styled fireplace. Above, an erotic portrait of Abel. It was done in simple black and white. In one hand, he held a set of handcuffs. In the other, a red scarf—the exact red scarf I now held in my hand. Crackling embers radiated warmth to nurture my chilled body. Perfect spot! Unbuttoning my pants and blouse, I let them both
pool at my feet. I then took off my bra and panties. Flames licked my skin, helping gentle the goose bumps that stepped forward across my body. Double-knotting the scarf around my head, I lowered to my knees, thankful for the plush carpet. I sent a silent thanks upward. God had no place here today. Today, I would be rejoicing, reveling, and partaking in rituals practiced by heathens. Tempering my breathing … Namaste. A shiver redirected my attention to the door as I searched my mind to identify its source. The squeak of the door knob stopped all thought process—all thinking. His innate maleness seeped into my pores, cocooning my skin in his alpha scent—marking my heart as his. Instantly, my body recognized him. An unwilling groan escaped, making my nether region clench in anticipation. He chuckled.
“Very good. I see you followed my directions flawlessly. I see that beautiful pussy is shaved bare for me. This pleases me, Gia. And you will see how much very shortly. But, are you ready for your master? If I part your folds will you be slick and hot for me?” His warm breath tickled my ear.
My mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water, until I finally croaked out, “Um, yes. I, um. I believe so, Abel.” Christ, why am I reduced to a stuttering adolescent? He’s fucking dangerous and hot, that’s why! Steeling myself, I needed to woman the fuck up and show him who I am.
Palming my chin, he spoke gruffly, “Love, when we’re in this setting, I am your God, bringer of pleasure and pain.” He released me, clearly awaiting a response of praise.
“Yes, Sir. I understand perfectly,” I affirmed. My body chilled, knowing the moment he stepped away. The ring of the crystal decanter signaled loudly in the air. Rolling shudders had me clenching—hard. Moments ticked by at a snail’s pace and I wanted to rip my hair out. My frustration grew as he took his time, leaving me in a vulnerable position. He swallowed his drink. Padding back over in my direction, he brought that delicious signature scent of his my way. It smelled of musk and something wild I couldn’t put my finger on.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he quantified. What? Christ on a motherfuckin’ cross! Two thick fingers teased my clit, round and round, spreading my silky juices along my seam, preparing me for his invasion. I held my breath. What else could I do?
“You smell like you want to be fucked.” He smiled appreciatively. “Breathe, Gia. Your God would like to sample you. I want to commit your taste to memory. Savor you on my tongue. Swallow your goodness,” he rasped, leaning into my ear. I wanted to scream just do it already. His scruffy beard ran along my face, leaving his mouth against my ear. Every breath, every heartbeat, every swallow was mine. I had a front row seat to an erotic movie that I starred in.
Holding my shoulders firmly with his left hand, he roughly entered my opening. One breath in, one long breath out. With precision, he inserted two fingers inside me, keeping his thumb on my trigger. I ground against his palm.
“You will not come. Yet. Stay still or I’ll stop,” he affirmed. Well, that did it! I needed release and I needed it now. Fuck. Squeezing my eyes tightly, I was thankful for the blindfold. He had to see how challenging this was for me. With a final, stretching thrust, he vacated my pussy. The scent of my juices permeated the air, releasing another gush of wetness. His sucking sound ended with a loud pop, followed by a growl of approval.
“Taste.” He fisted my hair, driving his fingers into my open mouth.
“Taste how sweet your pussy is?” he queried. I had the perfect opportunity to bring him to his knees. My tongue languidly snaked its way around his fingers, sucking greedily any remaining ambrosia—with my own kickass resounding pop. Umm… I purred my contentment.
A seismic roar rumbled its way free from his alpha chest. Oh, he was affected. Breaking dominate control momentarily, he lunged forward and fisted my hair, his tongue forcing my mouth open. Damn this Dom! My lungs fought for air. My hands braced against his muscled chest, alive with the vibrations from the beast tethered within—Abel. Dizziness threatened to take me under. Pulling air into my nose, I took a breath. Consuming me from the inside out, he didn’t let up. Apparently, my survival was to be damned. My brain had only registered oxygen. Now I needed to return his kiss. My hands found their way up his neck into his thick hair. Grabbing a fistful of it, I pulled. He answered my call with his masterful tongue and gnashing teeth. Needing his cock in my pussy now, I reached for it, feeling its thick steeliness through his jeans. He gently removed my hands. Disappointed, I lowered my head, taking the opportunity to nourish my blood with oxygen. He forced my hands behind my back. I adjusted my position on the floor with the balls of my feet to steady myself.
“You have to earn that, babe. You haven’t earned my cock yet. And he has a bigger ego than I do.” He chuckled as he stood up, leaving me again. Was he serious? His dick had an ego?
The sound of drawers opening and closing to my left had me turning my head in that direction. My legs tingled with anticipation and lack of activity. I hoped I wasn’t going to be on my knees too much longer. The snap of something caught my immediate attention. Licking my dry lips, swallowing the golf ball sized knot, I readied myself. Sweet-smelling leather assailed my senses.
“Do you know what the cat o’nine tails is, Gia?” he asked. I did some Googling before this night, so I wouldn’t be ignorant to basic BDSM—knots, whips, and positions 101. I schooled myself quickly.
“Yes, Sir. A traditionally favored whip with nine separate tails,” I qualified. Quirking a smile, I awaited his answer. He answered by running the tails along my breasts … down to my pussy … snapping my clit to attention. Over and over again, my body became acquainted with this new form of torture. Legs shaking, I thrust myself to an upright position, hoping this little exercise would stop this embarrassing bodily display of minor earthquakes. No such luck. My body wanted to surrender to its master. My breathing ratcheted to panic-attack levels. An explosion of epic proportions was near. Whack!—across my behind. Ow! “Fuck me!”
“Not nearly yet, sweetheart. That nice shade of red on your ass is making me hard as fuck, though,” he countered. Well, that’s not how I really meant it, but that’s exactly what I wanted—right the fuck now. He was turned on. And that turned me on. If his lash marks on my skin do it for him, I think, then so be it.
“I want to taste you, master. It’s only fair.” I was practically whining: throw me a fucking bone. This BDSM shit was killing me. I’m not a patient person by nature. So I deserved a reward for the restraint I had shown. The sound of his zipper lowering caught my attention. The lava started to trickle down my legs again.
“Is this what you want, pretty girl?” He stepped up, smearing his pre-cum on my lips. I moaned embarrassingly loud.
“Yes! More!” I demanded. He presented his cock to my tongue. It stroked something unfamiliar. Was it a piercing? Bracing myself on his thick thighs, I fished for the object. Yep, he was pierced. Fuck me.
I expertly lavished it with my tongue, paying homage to this rock god. Maybe his cock deserved its own zip code? This was a locale I wanted to move to—like, now. Pushing forward, I sought his engorged bell. Licking, flickering, and tonguing at break-neck speed to the best of my ability, I made him roar. He ripped the scarf off, freeing my eyes from their prison. Sight was returned—though I couldn’t see a fucking thing. Squinting, I looked up toward his beautiful face; it was twisted in agony. He needed release. His eyes sparking with warning, he looked as if his thread-like hold on reality was virtually nonexistent. A sardonic smile pulled on his lips as he continued stroking his cock. Up. Down. Up. Twist. Down. Release. Up. Twist. Down. Release. His left hand squeezed his tightened sack roughly, his eyes glistening. His tongue snaked out to wet his plump lips. His sooty-lashed eyes closed for a moment as he blew out a long breath, battling for control. I gulped—hard. Something sparkly caught my upturned eyes, bringing my gaze back to his sack.
“Like what you see, babe?” He smiled proudly. It was then I noticed his tatted dick. Whoa. His cock was a kaleidoscope of vivid colors. The body of the dragon wa
s done in green with the underside in orange scales, running the entire length of his cock, ending with the dragon’s head on his dick-head. His Apadravya shined brightly against the dragon’s head, looking like it was coming out of its mouth. His Mons provided the backdrop for the wings. I didn’t have enough time at the moment to quell my fascination. He was a work of art that I intended to worship fully. I was over-stimulated visually, tilting my head awkwardly left, then right. What was that? I wasn’t naïve. I knew there were guys who pierced the head of their dick. Shit. One was right in front of me. But all along the dragon’s scaled underside were generous loops. Can’t say I ever saw that or even heard of that before.
“It’s called frenum loops, or Jacob’s ladder, babe. The one through my head is an Apadravya. You’ll be thanking me soon for it.” His toothy smile made me blush at my naïveté. He took my lip-licking as a signal for further instruction in How to Suck Abel’s Cock 101.
“Relax. Open real wide. Get it nice and wet,” he instructed. Relaxing my gag reflex, I readied my throat for his invasion. Not only did I have to worry about his girth, but his hardware as well. My mouth was desert-dry, so I pursed my lips to conjure up enough saliva to get the job done. The wide tip of his cock made its way past my lips, netting a groan from me of appreciation for this male. I lavished the small beads of pre-come on my tongue, relishing his heady taste. God damn. His hooded eyes caught mine as I acquiesced. I closed my eyes and sucked his head hard with a quick swirl around his Apadravya. I spit into my palm, pumping his cock once. Twice. A throaty groan made my clit swell. I loved his male sounds. I knew I was doing this right. I wanted more. More of him. More of that noise. Widening my mouth even further, I took his cock deeply. Paying close attention to his Jacob’s ladder with my tongue. The jingling within my mouth had me shuddering. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Tongue. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. His fingers found their home deeply embedded in my scalp, the pain making my eyes mist. Licking from base to tip, I was on repeat. His eyes bore into me, watching me intently, appreciatively.
