by Nikki Chase
Jacqueline
“Looking for something?” A deep voice asks as the door clicks shut.
It’s Gabe.
What is he doing here?
Since the lunch a few days ago, we haven’t spoken much, although he always acknowledges me when we pass each other in the hallways.
Everyone’s already starting to talk about us. I don’t know if it’s because they saw us leaving together last Thursday, or if it’s because they saw us eating together at the cafeteria, but people are talking. And that’s not good.
I mean, what if word gets out that we’re seeing each other and the news reaches my family?
This is the kind of headache I’ve been avoiding by always separating everyone in my life into separate boxes. But sometimes people don’t like staying where they belong.
For example, ever since I started working here, my mom has been seeing a shrink at this hospital. Because of boring stuff involving insurance providers and my staff benefits, it’s now cheaper for her to do that instead of sticking with her old shrink, whom she didn’t like anyway.
I was against it in the beginning, but I couldn’t come up with any good reason why she should stick with her old shrink.
I know her schedule so I try not to work on those days—this is so my mom won’t get any ideas about searching for me in the hospital and getting to know my colleagues.
So far, it’s been working out well.
But it feels like everything’s teetering in a precarious balance, just waiting to crumble to the ground. And now, with Gabe in the mix, it has turned into a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
“What are you doing here?” I turn around to face Gabe.
He smirks as he walks down the short hallway and into the main part of the hospital bedroom. His footsteps tap across the linoleum floor, slow and ominous.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, looking like he knows exactly what I’m talking about. “You’re here to see me.”
“No, Dr. Crenshaw told me to… I… Uh… What?” I pull my brows together in confusion.
“I told Dr. Crenshaw that I needed you to help me with something,” he says with a lopsided smile, “but I didn’t tell him what it was.”
My heart beats faster with each step he takes.
I’m happy to have some time to spend with Gabe, of course, and it’s so sweet of him to have arranged things with Dr. Crenshaw. I kind of like having Gabe stalk me for a change.
At the same time, he also kind of scares me.
I feel so much for him because of our history, which he’s not even aware of. To him, I’m just some slutty girl he’s just met, and he has no reason to care about me, beyond getting his dick wet.
And even though I love him like I always have, I don’t really know him.
This realization breaks my heart, but after eight years apart, I feel like he’s changed so much that he’s practically a stranger. I’ve been enjoying getting reacquainted with him, but the fact remains that I don’t know what he’s capable of.
He said he was going to spank me and punish me. Is it about to happen now? Is he really going to do that right here?
As if to answer my question, Gabe stops just a few inches in front of me and says, “I told you I was going to come for you, didn’t I?”
I nod as his breath lands on my skin, raising the fine hairs all over my body.
“I told you I was going punish you.” Gabe grabs the hair on the back of my skull and pulls me into a bruising kiss. He claims me with his lips, giving me a small taste of what’s to come.
When he pulls away, I’m panting and wanting more. My pussy is tingling, and I want him to kiss me again. I need another dose of whatever he has just given me.
“I’ve been waiting to do that all week,” Gabe says.
I put my hands on his back and try to tug him a little closer, but he’s not budging.
“I’ve been waiting to see that face again. Your cheeks flushed with color, your lips open, and your eyes…” Gabe pauses as a smile spreads across his handsome face. “Your eyes tell me I’ve got you right where I want you.”
I look away, but what’s the point?
He’s right. I’m putty in his hands. It only takes a few words and a kiss from him to turn me into a horny little submissive girl, eager to do his bidding.
Gabe leans in to kiss my neck. I’ve seen this move on TV but I’ve never thought that it would feel this good. Goosebumps spread across my skin. My lips part and a moan escapes.
“Be quiet,” Gabe says. “Someone may hear.”
I bite my lower lip obediently.
To be honest, the moan surprised me too. I’ve never made a sound like that, not even when I’m alone in my room with one hand on my e-reader and another hand in my pants. I don’t know where it came from, but it sounded kind of sexy.
Gabe runs his hand down my side. My legs almost give way when his fingers travel up my thighs and lightly graze my pussy over my scrubs.
Oh God, how am I supposed to be quiet with Gabe’s mouth on my neck and his hand on my pussy?
“You’re wet.” Gabe pulls away and levels his gaze at me as his hand lazily rubs my pussy. “I can feel how damp your panties are.”
I squirm under his scrutiny. I should probably say something, but I can’t find the words. My whole body feels hot and hyper-sensitive.
These new sensations are almost overwhelmingly delicious and I crave more. More of what, I don’t know. More of whatever Gabe has to give me.
Luckily, Gabe seems to have the same idea. I’m almost disappointed when he pulls his hand away, but then he slips it inside my pants. He runs a finger back and forth over my wet folds, making embarrassing squelching sounds.
Gabe’s green eyes watch me intently. I don’t know what he sees on my face—arousal, embarrassment, worry—but he seems to like it.
I hold on to his strong, muscled arms as light shivers rip through my body.
With a satisfied smile, Gabe raises his fingers to his mouth and takes a lick. “You taste good, angel.”
I turn bright red. He just freaking tasted me!
“Open your mouth,” he says.
I don’t know what he’s about to do, but at this point I can’t think anymore. So I obey.
Gabe slips his fingers, still slick with my juices, into my mouth. His breathing grows heavy as he watches me. “Close,” he says, “and lick my fingers clean.”
I’ve tasted myself before, and I think it’s not bad. It’s thick, salty, and a little sweet—just as I remember.
But this is something different. This is not just about me licking my own wetness.
As I wrap my lips around Gabe’s fingers and lick them with my tongue, I’m fully aware that it’s an act of pure submission.
Me tasting myself doesn’t give me any pleasure directly. I can assume the same for Gabe having his fingers sucked on.
And yet… Yet as our eyes meet, a surge of arousal bolts through my core and my thighs involuntarily clench together. Gabe’s pupils dilate, turning his eyes a deep shade of jade.
He’s just as hopelessly turned on as I am, and the knowledge only fuels my desire further.
As if he can read my thoughts, Gabe takes my hand and puts it over the bulge in his pants. My heart pounds in my chest as he presses my palm over the hot, hard package.
What am I supposed to do now?
A more experienced girl would know what to do. The kind of girl who picks up guys for one-night stands would certainly know what to do.
But I don’t. I probably have less experience than the average seventh-grader, and it’s all because I’ve been waiting for Gabe, waiting for this moment.
And now, is the fact that I’m a virgin going to turn him off? Twenty-four is kind of late for someone to still have a V-card.
And while that’s probably not super rare, the kind of girl who’s still a virgin at twenty-four probably also don’t go around propositioning random guys for casual sex.
He’ll
know something’s off.
But when I awkwardly rub Gabe’s bulge over his pants, he lets out a soft groan. He breathes through his open mouth and his thick, dark eyebrows pull tightly together.
I’ve never seen a sight so sexy in my life. And that groan… I’d give anything to hear that again.
Gabe smirks as he wiggles his fingers in my mouth. “Wanna try the real thing, angel?”
I swallow.
What do I do now?
I mean, yes, I want the real thing. Yes please.
But he’ll find out I have no idea what I’m doing as soon as I try.
But then again, he’ll find out anyway when we actually have sex.
Maybe it’s okay. He’ll probably just think I’m bad at it.
I raise my gaze to meet Gabe’s and nod, his fingers in my mouth sliding around with the movement of my head.
“Say it,” Gabe orders.
“Yes.” My voice is muffled by Gabe’s fingers, which makes it sound strange, but my answer seems to please Gabe, which is all that matters.
“Good girl,” he says. “Now get on your knees.”
I follow Gabe’s order. The floor is hard and unyielding, but I can do this. I want to do this.
My heart hammers against my rib cage as the big, hard bulge tenting the front of Gabe’s pants sits at my eye level.
Gabe’s metal buckle opens with a clang. He looks down at me while a cocky smile plays on his lips. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for days, just you on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
An image appears in my mind, of Gabe lying in his hotel bed at night, stroking his cock while thinking of me.
I hope I’ll live up to his imagination.
“I was going to spank you, but I have to admit you had a good reason for not showing up that night, so I’m giving you a lighter punishment,” Gabe says as he unzips.
He pulls out a big, intimidating monster of a cock from his pants.
Jesus, I wonder how long it’s going to take before I tap out.
That looks like something that requires expert handling, and I’m so far from an expert handler it’s not even funny.
I almost feel like I should’ve practiced on a few cocks before moving on to Gabe’s impressive member, because it’s just… I don’t know how I’ll even… I just… I’m at a loss here, okay?
I can’t look away from it. It’s dark, thick, and it has veins running along its length, pulsating with Gabe’s heartbeat. This may sound strange, but I feel like I know why they call it “being intimate” now. It really feels like Gabe’s revealing—literally—a very private part of himself.
And as stupid as it may seem, I feel privileged to see this side of him. The old Jackie never had such a chance.
Gabe puts his hand on my head, and it immediately makes me gush again. It feels like he’s so much higher above me, like he’s my master and I’m just a slave to his desires.
He pulls my hair and tilts my head up until his hot cock rests on my face. He sways from side to side, rubbing his shaft against my cheek. His balls press against my chin.
I raise my hands up to touch him, but Gabe stops me. “Put your hands behind your back, angel.” He pets my head when I comply and says, “Good girl.”
God, Gabe just keeps getting hotter and hotter. I had no idea he had this dark, dominant side to him. He’s completely got me under his spell.
In the back of my head, a little annoying voice tells me it’s shameful to get on my knees and serve a man like I’m a desperate whore, but I don’t care.
This is Gabe. I’ll be anything he wants me to be.
“For your punishment today,” Gabe says, “you’ll suck my cock and swallow my cum. But I’m not going to make you come. Do you understand, angel?”
I nod, which makes Gabe’s cock shift over my face. The skin of his shaft feels hot and velvety.
“That feels good, angel,” Gabe groans as he rubs himself on my face. “So good.”
The sight of Gabe using me for his own pleasure makes my clit throb. This is my fantasy—literally.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he says, looking down at me.
I comply, and he turns my head to the side so he can rest his shaft between my lips. Gabe slowly slides back and forth, both his shaft and my cheeks getting wet with my own saliva.
It gets more and more slippery, until Gabe tilts my head down and pushes his cock into my mouth. My jaw opens to accommodate his girth.
“Look at me,” he orders as his grip on my hair tightens. A wicked smile appears over his chiseled features. “You like this, don’t you?”
I nod, and Gabe’s cock in my mouth slides back and forth with me.
Gabe groans and pulls my hair. “That feels good angel, and I’m glad you feel that way, but I want you to answer with your words, okay?”
How am I supposed to talk with a cock in my mouth?
I start to pull away, but Gabe’s iron grip keeps me in place.
“Okay,” I say, the word muffled by the thick cock between my lips.
“Good girl. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. You sound great, too.” He smiles and pets my hair. “Do you want to come, angel?”
“Yes.”
“I said I wouldn’t make you come, but you can play with yourself,” he says.
Play with myself? I’ve only ever done that alone. It’s not a partnered activity in my world.
But I can’t deny the tingling between my legs has turned into full-on throbbing now. A drip escapes my panties and glides down my thigh. I need something to soothe the ache.
I move my hand to my pussy and press against the hood of my clit. Oh God, that feels good…
“Did I say you could use your hand?” Gabe asks.
He pulls his belt out of the loops and bends down, his cock stabbing deeper into my mouth. He pulls my wrists back and ties them together with his belt, the leather cool and smooth on my skin.
I look up at Gabe as he slides his cock back and forth, in and out of my mouth. He’s wearing a sinful smile.
I almost jump when I feel something touch my pussy over my pants, and I realize it’s the top of Gabe’s shoe.
He wants me to…
This is some sick stuff, but I can’t help the way I feel. It’s also hot as hell, and the pressure from his shoe does feel amazing on my pussy.
So I do it. I straddle Gabe’s foot and dry-hump his shoe like I’m a desperate woman, matching the rhythm of Gabe’s cock thrusting in and out of my mouth.
Even though this doesn’t physically feel as good as Gabe’s fingers on my pussy, my arousal keeps building and building, until I finally shudder against his leg.
Gabe grabs my hair tighter and starts to thrust deeper, until he hits the back of my throat, making me gag.
Gabe pulls out a little, but then he starts to fuck my mouth faster. He doesn’t get deep enough to make me gag again, but other than that he’s using my mouth like he’s forgotten it’s attached to me.
But I don’t care. I want him to use me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
Gabe’s jaw drops open and his face contorts as he pulls my hair harder and really pumps into me with abandon.
The cock in my mouth grows slightly bigger and thicker, until finally it starts to twitch. Gabe’s whole body is tense, his eyes squeezed shut, as his cock floods my mouth with something warm and salty.
Gabe’s cum. He’s just come in my mouth.
Even though I’ve just climaxed, my pussy starts to stir again, and without even realizing it, I start to grind myself against Gabe’s shoe again.
“Get up here, angel,” Gabe says with a hoarse voice. “I’ll take care of you.”
He pulls me up to my feet, then yanks my pants down. As they gather around my ankles, Gabe bends me over the bed and caresses my ass and thighs.
Is he going to fuck me now?
Am I about to lose my virginity?
It’s so strange to have something so crazy happen in the
hospital—one of the most mundane places in my life.
As Gabe pushes a finger into my opening, a moan escapes my mouth. I bite down hard on my bottom lip and as I open my eyes, I notice my phone on the nightstand lighting up. I strain my eyes to read the name of the caller: Mom.
Shit. What is she doing, calling me in the middle of the day? I thought I told her to only call me in case of an emergency.
But maybe it is an emergency.
What if she fell down the stairs and Ray isn’t home to help her?
What if she wandered to the bad side of town and got kidnapped for ransom by a bunch of bad dudes?
Yeah, I should probably pick up that phone call.
I start to get up, but Gabe’s hand on the small of my back pushes me down. With his finger still inside me, Gabe asks, “Are you a virgin?”
Shit.
This cannot happen at a worse time.
Okay. Between Gabe’s question and Mom’s phone call. Obviously Mom’s call is more important. She could be hurt or something.
Gabe is still frowning at me, watching me closely with a stern expression.
“I, uh, I have to go,” I say softly.
“Not so fast, angel.”
“I have an important phone call.” I point at my phone, which is still lighting up.
I’m glad I don’t have a picture of her linked to her number in my phone book, or her picture would’ve shown up and Gabe would’ve recognized her.
Gabe releases his hold on me. “Okay, but we’ll have to talk later.”
Jacqueline
I mumble an “okay” to Gabe. I’m so not looking forward to this conversation.
I awkwardly pull up my pants, grab my phone from the nightstand, and leave the room, getting away from Gabe’s penetrating gaze.
I call my mom back. She’d better have a good reason for the interruption. If it weren’t for her phone call, I might already be a non-virgin by now.
Or I might be getting attacked by questions I can’t answer. I don’t know. Maybe I was saved by Mom’s phone call.
But then again… me trapped under Gabe’s control, him interrogating and torturing me… I don’t know, it sounds kind of hot.
“Hi, honey,” Mom says sweetly from the other end, sounding like nothing’s wrong.
