Her Confession

by S. Valentine

  ‘For assistance in role-play, please request a price list and choose a member of staff in this area.’

  Darion’s employees liked being able to get ready in the room, doing their hair and make-up, and changing into provocative outfits. They were extremely popular with the clients.

  Turning on his heel, he made his way back down the corridor. He took in the rooms briefly for a final time.

  He couldn’t wait to explore them all with Gabi.

  Chapter

  Twenty-Five

  “Don’t stop,” the hot, breathless pleading in his ear further aroused him.

  He kissed her ankle tenderly, followed by another as he slowly worked his way up her long, slim leg. When he got to her thigh, he bit into her skin roughly, causing her to giggle. God, her body was amazing.

  Spreading her legs invitingly, she gripped his hair, and yanked him up. Burying his head in her shoulder, he inhaled her sweet scent. She writhed in excitement when he guided himself into her. He closed his eyes on a soft sigh, in pure ecstasy. Sliding his hands under her buttocks, he marveled at the perfection of it. It was firm, and her skin was smooth. Every plunge into her sent him closer and closer to the climax that ached his stomach.

  “How good does this feel?” she purred.

  “So good,” he responded with a groan.

  Digging his fingers into her flesh, he rocked her up and down, to move with him in sync. A perfect, controlled rhythm that had them both moaning, sweating, and panting. He kept his eyes clenched shut, but felt her lips searching for his. When they pressed against his firmly, he wasted no time in swirling the tip of his tongue around hers. It started off slow, soft, but then the kiss became harder, faster, trapping the sound of his grunts.

  He grimaced, and clenched his teeth when he felt her long nails tear at his back. It hurt and pleasured him simultaneously. Punishing her in return, he slammed into her with all of the strength he had, filling her with his full length. In and out. In and out. Her muscles gripped his erection, sending him closer to the edge.

  “Oh yes…” she cried in agonising pleasure, obviously as desperate as him for release.

  Their sweaty, heated bodies continued to glide together, the pace and pressure building. Her legs hooked around his waist, and she yanked him even closer, pushing her hips up, meeting each and every one of his powerful slams.

  “Oh god, Darion…”

  He fondled her breasts, licking her hardened nipples before burying his head in the crook of her neck again. He tried to control his breathing, but he knew he was close. He continued to push in and out, and then he sucked in air. His body shivered as spasms of pleasure shot through him. It was coming, so close, so good…

  “I always knew we’d get back together.”

  Darion bolted upright, his chest heaving, his throat tight, unable to breath. He couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think right. Frantically scanning the room, his mind started to register familiar objects. He sucked in a lungful of air and collapsed back down onto the bed. He was in his bedroom, in his apartment. His body was drenched in sweat and his heart felt as if it would explode through his chest. He rubbed it in circular movements, slowing his breathing, and trying to focus. What the fuck was that? As if the nightmares and flashbacks of Eva weren’t enough, he was now fantasising about her. Balling his hand into a fist, he punched the mattress hard. No, no, no. He was with Gabi. He should be fantasising over Gabi, not a scheming bitch like Eva.

  Kicking the sheets off, he clambered out of bed. He needed air. It felt as if the walls were closing in on him, and there was no escape. Eva would forever be embedded in his mind, anchoring him to a past he wanted to forget.

  Trudging toward the balcony, he pulled open the door, and dropped onto one of the chairs. He didn’t care that he was only in his boxer shorts. The cool, gentle breeze felt like heaven. He parted his lips and drew it in before closing his eyes. He didn’t want to fuck Eva. No, surely he didn’t. It was probably the playrooms bringing back all sorts of memories, playing havoc with his emotions. He couldn’t forgive Eva and give the relationship another try, and more importantly, he didn’t want to. Did he?

  You’re with Gabi now, he sternly reminded himself. She’s everything you need. Isn’t she?

  His mind and his heart wanted Gabi. It seemed that, at times, his body craved someone else.

  Chapter

  Twenty-Six

  Gabi

  Gabi stabbed her fork into her tomato-drenched pasta and put it in her mouth. Only when she’d swallowed did she thank Darion for taking her to the restaurant. It was a favourite of his, tucked away in the hills. With floor to ceiling windows, they had the stunning view of the leafy nature that surrounded them, not to mention the city’s lights dotted under the night sky.

  The working week had flown by, and Friday evening had come around. Darion had called her to see if she fancied going out for dinner. Wanting to spend some time with him and not fancying one of her bland meals, she’d agreed.

  “You’re welcome,” Darion responded, gently placing his fork down, having finished his meal. He downed some of his water, the ice cubes rattling in the glass.

  “Last time we were here, we barely finished our drinks.” Gabi toyed with the stem of her glass, biting down a smile.

  A grin surfaced on Darion's face. “I remember.”

  Unable to ignore the sexual tension between them, they had fled to his jeep. They had pleasured one another on the backseat. Gabi felt her lower inner muscles warming at the thought, excitement building just thinking about it.

  She pushed her plate away and took hold of Darion’s hand. It sat in hers unmoving, when usually he would caress her fingers in affection. He straightened his posture, as if trying to relieve himself from a stiff spine. Gabi couldn’t help but feel that he was on edge. Most of the evening, his brow had furrowed to the point where it was noticeable, as if his mind was constantly wondering and worrying about something.

  She knew he couldn’t be overly thrilled about Eva’s return, or about Gina’s departure. Whether his concerns lay with his business, or that of a personal nature, she had no idea.

  “Darion,” she said as softly as she could, “is everything okay?”

  “Yes, Gabi.” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.

  Rather than feeling close to him, she felt he was pushing her away, hiding something from her. There was distance between them that left her stomach swirling and feeling unsettled.

  “Do you still feel the same way about me that you did the last time we were here?” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand. She hated how needy and insecure she probably sounded, but she needed reassurance.

  “Yes, Gabi. I do.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I can take you to the car now and prove it to you.”

  Gabi lowered her head with a soft laugh. She knew he was dead serious.

  The waitress sauntered over to collect their empty plates. “Can I get you anything else?” Her focus was on Darion as she openly admired him. Wearing a navy long sleeved top and matching jeans, Darion’s hair hung loose, free of product. His appearance was casual, rather than smart, and he still looked as handsome as ever.

  “Just the bill, please.” The woman’s face flushed a little red as Darion gave her his killer smile.

  “I’ll be right back,” she mumbled with a giggle, and hurried off.

  Darion turned to face Gabi. He cupped her face in his hands, skimming his tongue teasingly across her lips. “What do you fancy doing now?”

  “Anything you like.” She moved back and placed a hand over her mouth to hide her yawn.

  “Anything?” he asked. His pupils gleamed wickedly, as if he had something particular in mind.

  “Sure.” She finished the last of her wine and scrambled to her feet.

  She followed Darion toward the front of the restaurant so he could settle the bill. Gabi shook her head in amusement at two of the waitresses that seemed to be talking about Darion and giggli
ng. Darion was oblivious to it. The way he carried himself, exuding confidence, the way he smiled wickedly, the way he moved gracefully, she understood it. One would never think that beneath the mask was obviously an insecure man who doubted himself. One would also never think that his constant search for sexual thrills and swinging was how he lived his life.

  As they strolled alongside one another toward the car, Gabi grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed it. She was just about to hook her arms around his waist when she heard a rustle in the bushes. She came to an abrupt halt. Even when she lifted her head to get a better view, all she could see was darkness.

  “Are you okay?” Darion asked, his voice laced with concern.

  “I keep getting this weird feeling that someone’s following me.”

  “Why would someone follow you?”

  “I don’t know.” She laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. “It’s probably nothing.”

  Darion’s expression turned serious, and he said firmly, “Nothing will happen to you whilst you’re with me.”

  Her muscles softened when he pulled her into his protective arms. Perhaps he was right. She knew he would never let anyone hurt her. Feeling a little safer, she followed him to the car.

  The drive back to her apartment didn’t take long. They were silent the entire time, appreciating the music. As soon as they were in her bedroom, Gabi unzipped her dress, wanting to reveal the surprise she had for him. She stepped over the fabric when it pooled at her feet. She was wearing a black, lace halter neck corset and matching underwear. It was completely see-through. Keeping her black, shiny Louboutin heels on, she leisurely strolled toward the bed. Darion’s head shot up to attention. A low, frustrated grunt came from his lips.

  “Gabi,” his voice was hoarse. “You’ve been wearing that the entire time?”

  She nodded. “Do you like it?”

  He shifted into a kneeling position. “I more than like it.”

  He wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her closer to the bed. Although she could tell he liked what he saw by the wandering of his hands, his eyes seemed empty; his expression devoid of emotion, instead of the darkening look of longing he usually gave her. His sensual lips didn’t twitch upwards as they usually did with that satisfied smirk of his. She had no idea what he was thinking.

  Quickly lifting her, he laid her on the mattress. Her breath caught in her throat as he traced a finger down her neck. He then stroked down to her nipple. His circular movements brought it to a hard peak. Gabi felt herself relax, and she sighed softly. Why did his touch have the power to take over her mind, her body, to heighten her senses and make her lose her ability to think rationally?

  She felt the weight of his stare as he said, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Gabriella Woods.” He tweaked her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Gabi arched her back as tingles of pleasure swept over her. She was so sensitive to his touch. Her body craved more and all feelings of tiredness and the need to question his mood diminished. She couldn’t bring herself to ruin the moment, wanting to be close to him.

  “You’re gorgeous too, Mr. Milano.” She sat up and ran her palm across his jaw. His stubble felt a little rough, but she didn’t care. His green eyes were so wide and captivating. His lips were full, so kissable and tempting. She lowered her gaze to his large biceps and smooth, firm chest. The flimsy bed covers hung just below the perfect V below his abdomen. His appearance alone sent spasms of desire between her legs.

  “How about a little music?” Darion grabbed his mobile from the bedside table. They both believed there was nothing better than getting intimate to sexy music. It seemed to make it that much more pleasurable. Darion scanned through his playlists before settling on one. “#1 Crush” by Garbage was the first song. Placing the mobile back on the side, he turned to face her.

  Gabi swallowed when his fingertips trailed slowly up her leg. She heard the creak of the bed as he then knelt before her. Before she knew it, he attacked her corset, tearing it from her body. She didn’t get time to gasp before he pushed her legs apart. It took all of her willpower not to close them when he tilted his head, a smile crossing his face. She gripped the bed sheets as his hands stroked up each of her trembling legs slowly, and began massaging them firmly. She stifled a moan as his strong hands worked the tension and knots out of her muscles. It felt heavenly.

  “I love your body,” he murmured, his gaze travelling upwards, scrutinising her intently. “I hope you’ve more lingerie like this?”

  She nodded. Ever since meeting Darion, she’d stocked up on sexy outfits.

  He removed her underwear and tossed it to the floor. She drew in a breath and tensed when he stroked her clit in gentle, circular movements. She felt the blood rushing to it, causing it to swell and throb. Her abs tightened in sexual frustration, greedy and desperate to be pleasured. She felt arousal pool between her legs. Hearing a husky groan from Darion further turned her on.

  In one swift movement, he flipped her onto her front. Gabi pressed her lips together to prevent herself from scolding him for being so rough.

  “Get on your knees,” he said in a low, authoritative tone.

  She swallowed and did as she was told. She was unsure whether she liked his bossiness, or whether she preferred his gentler, endearing side.

  He hooked his hands around her waist, pulling her buttocks higher. With her face pressed against the mattress, her legs quivered as he spread them wider. As his fingers met her wetness, plunging in and then withdrawing, she felt the cool air in absence, making her sex flutter. She glanced over her shoulder to see that he was crouched down. Then she felt the flicker of his wide, wet tongue meeting her clit. With slow, firm strokes, he licked her repeatedly. When the rhythm increased, Gabi gasped, squirming impatiently, pushing her behind upwards.

  “Gabi,” a strangled cry met her ears. She liked the sound of her name spilling from his lips. He had a way of making it sound erotic.

  She tensed for a second when she felt his finger slip inside. Before she had time to properly welcome it, another finger spread her wider, and then another. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers pummeled in and out of her several times. It felt so good. When he stopped, she shot him a questioning stare. He sat on the heels of his feet, openly admiring her.

  She felt her sex throb, a needy ache swirling in her stomach. She hated how he always tantalised her, making her wait, to plead to be pleasured. Resuming his position between her legs, he parted her with his thumbs. Gabi threw her head back as his tongue dipped in. The tip of it met her inner walls, lapping her up, feasting on her. His satisfied grunts sent vibrations through her.

  “Oh, Darion…” she whimpered. She didn’t know whether it was him or the mind-blowing sex that had her hooked. She decided it was probably both. She liked the way he made her feel. Without him she knew she’d feel empty, knowing what she’d be missing out on. In the short time she’d known him; he was an expert when it came to her body. He knew exactly which buttons to press. Rather than foreplay simply being a lead up to sex, to get her ready, Darion enjoyed it. He liked exploring her body, every inch of it.

  He sucked harder and faster, basking in her taste, and she knew that by pleasuring her, it pleasured him. He inserted his fingers again deeply. Gabi clamped her lips together as he pounded in and out relentlessly.

  When she heard frustrated moans coming from him, she noticed that he had gripped his erection. He tugged on it, jerking up and down. His features screwed up in what was obvious ecstasy. She could see the muscles tensing in his broad shoulders with each pump of his hand. Her body writhed in delight as his fingers continued to fill her. Her breathing was now erratic, and judging by his groans, which had become louder, she knew that he was close.

  Her body trembled, urgently needing release.

  “Darion, come here.”

  When Darion plunged into her powerfully, she screamed out, gripping the bed sheets. His length made her sore as it slammed against her inner walls. Her body finally acc
epted it, stretching, widening, wanting more. His cock was smooth, and she could feel it pulsing inside her. As he pounded fast, gripping her hips, she whimpered involuntarily. He then released one hand to grip hold of her hair roughly so her head was forced back, an ache persisting in her throat. She swallowed. How could something feel so good but so bad at the same time? She experienced moments of discomfort as he slammed in deeper.

  Low satisfactory grunts came from him as he pleasured himself selfishly, wanting release. With a hand still grabbing fistfuls of her hair, his other hand cupped her buttocks with his nails. Then he let go to land a slap on her behind. Gabi gasped at the sharp sensation. She didn’t get a moment to brace herself for the next one. She heard the sound of him whacking her again, this time more forcefully, causing her cheek to sting and burn. Another slap came into contact in the same area. She clenched her teeth. Ow!

  “You like it rough, Gabi?” he panted, knowing full well she did―at times.

  He thrust in, then out, in, and then out. Gabi rocked upwards, her sex meeting his cock. She gripped the edge of the bed, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing. Her whole body was slammed forwards continuously as he ravaged her.

  “Fuuuuuck,” he growled, slamming into her so hard and fast as if he was punishing her. Gabi clamped her lips together to muffle her cries. “So…fucking…good,” he said hoarsely, in between each and every thrust.

  Gabi’s insides throbbed, clenching around him. She writhed fervently, before stilling on a few deep breaths. As delightful spasms spread through her, she came fiercely with a mournful sob.