Gabe's Revenge

by Doris O'Connor

  “I prepared all of this earlier, so if you could check the details on the printout and then please transfer them over, and sign here, and here.” He indicated the various spaces with his podgy index finger. “Groom first, please.”

  Gabe, mercifully, let go of her, and proceeded to sign his name with bold, confident strokes. Like the man himself, his signature was distinctive and took up the entire space given. Hers seemed rather small and insignificant in comparison, and the parallels to her life weren’t lost on Lissandra.

  “Very, good, now the witnesses please,” the vicar said.

  Gabe pulled her off the chair and in front of him, his arm wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on the top of her head, as they stood in silence watching Mavis and Stone bear witness to the legality of their union.

  “Are we really going on a honeymoon?” Lissandra inwardly rolled her eyes at the breathy whisper she managed to produce. Talk about giving away herself away. Gabe’s hold on her tightened, and he shifted slightly until his breath whispered over the sensitive skin under her ear.

  “Of course, we are, little girl. Don’t mistake my keeping my distance up ‘til now for disinterest. You’re mine now, and I have every intention of claiming what’s mine the minute I get you on our own. Every little bit of you.” He flexed his hips, and the solid ridge of his erection left her in no doubt as what he meant.

  “Oh.”

  Gabe’s dark laughter sent shivers down her spine, as he bit down lightly on the fleshy part of her earlobe. The flash of a camera blinded Lissandra in that moment, and then Mavis grinned at her.

  “Now that is a grand picture. I’ll take some more outside, where the light is better.”

  “Like hell you will, woman.” Gabe grumbled next to her, as he took their copy of the marriage certificate off a relieved looking vicar, and they left that tiny room behind.

  Lissandra blinked in the bright sunshine that greeted them outside the church, and despite Gabe’s protestations he paused for a little while to allow Mavis to snap away merrily with her camera. One warm hug from the old dear, and crude catcalling, whistles, and lewd suggestions from Gabe’s men later, Lissandra found herself back in the state of the art SUV that had spirited her away from her father and into Gabe’s clutches. Only she wasn’t on her own this time. Gabe slid in next to her, the doors locked, and they drove off to goodness only knew where.

  She didn’t dare look at her brooding husband and did her best to ignore her heart threatening to beat itself out of her chest.

  The very air seemed sucked out of the interior with his presence, and Lissandra closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself while she scooted into the corner as far away from him as she could.

  Oh my God, what have I done?

  Chapter Seven

  Gabe frowned at his new wife. Huddled in the corner, as far away as she could get from him, she looked like a frightened, stiff little mouse, rather than the vibrant, passionate woman who’d come alive in his arms during the kiss they’d shared in the church. He could still taste her, hear the soft whimpers of her submission as her curves molded into him.

  Fuck it.

  Those memories weren’t helping one little bit, and his still hard dick jerked, aching to be free of its restraint, to sink into his wife, dammit. He reached down to adjust himself, and Lissandra flinched. Even though there was no room, she appeared to have folded herself even more into the corner, and his mood darkened.

  “For heaven’s sake, woman, stop acting as though I’m going to pounce on you any minute now, and rape you in the back of the car.”

  A terrified gasp came from his new wife this time, and Gabe scrubbed his hand over his face in frustration. He knew he could force the issue, and in truth, had she been anyone else, he would have made her suck him off to relieve the ache in his balls, but she wasn’t one of his girls. She wasn’t an experienced submissive either, who would get off on his ordering her about, nor one of the many women drawn to his wealth and status, and willing to do anything to get in in his pants, and, they hoped, his good graces. She also, most definitely, wasn’t an Andrini plant, sold to him under pretense to spy out his operations. That much had become abundantly clear during his time away from her, and his detailed investigations into Andrini and his connection to Ollivanti. While it was abundantly clear those two were up to something, he still didn’t know what it was, which was why he’d chosen to spirit Lissandra away.

  The yacht would provide the perfect, secure hideaway for both of them, and a real chance to truly get to know each other.

  Gabe sighed and held out his hand palm up, patiently waiting for her to take it.

  “Come here, Lissa.” He purposely dropped his voice an octave, let it take on that edge of command he adopted in a scene, and Lissandra jumped. Her gaze sought his, and she swallowed hard.

  “What if I don’t want to?” Her breathy question shot straight to his dick, and he adjusted himself for the umpteenth time with a groan.

  “Wife, you promised to obey me, not only in your vows, but in our contract, and my patience is wearing thin. While I would never force myself on you, I will spank that insolent backside of yours.” Another one of those cock-hardening gasps, coupled with the most endearing blush, which spread down her neck and made him ache to find out how far down that went.

  Fuck him, if she wasn’t turned on. Her nipples practically waved at him, hard little points poking through the delicate lace of her wedding dress, and the bouquet she was still clutching in a white knuckled grip trembled. Her little teeth worried her bottom lip, and her breaths grew shallow. Aroused, confused at her reaction to him, and afraid all at the same time. Such an interesting contradiction she was, and all his to do with as he pleased.

  “You wouldn’t, not here. I mean your driver, he…”

  Gabe raised an eyebrow and smirked.

  “The partition is up, and even if it wasn’t, he’s seen far worse. Wouldn’t bother him at all, but I’d wager it would disturb you greatly to have him see your ass, and to witness how wet you’re already getting at the mere mention of my hand on your backside.”

  Lissandra shook her head and squirmed on her seat. He caught the tightening of her thighs, and relief lightened his tense shoulders. He hadn’t read the situation completely wrong then. His new wife might be an innocent, and she clearly struggled with her instinctive reactions to his words, but she also responded to his dominance, no doubt craved it on a subliminal level.

  “How dare you, I don’t. I mean, I’m not … that’s just wrong.”

  “Why?”

  Her eyes widened at his one syllable question, and this time when he held his hand out again she took it. A gentle pull brought her closer to him, and he buried his other hand in her hair to hold her still. His slight tug on the soft, fragrant tresses brought forth another moan from his wife, and bending his head, he hovered his lips over hers.

  Their breaths mingled, hers choppy and far too fast, his more even, yet harsh, as his dick forcibly reminded him where he wanted to be. Drinking in her scent, made ten times more potent by her fear mixed in with her unwilling arousal, meant he had to taste her again, and fuck the surroundings.

  “Why what?” he murmured, before he closed the distance and kissed her. She didn’t even try to resist him, opened her mouth on a whimper and kissed him back the minute their tongues touched. Like it had before in the church, passion flared between them, raw, breathtaking, immediate, all-consuming. Her bouquet fell to the floor, and her hands went around his neck, her fingernails digging into his skin, as their kiss grew ever more passionate. She climbed onto his lap of her own accord, straddling him, and Gabe groaned as his roaming hands encountered the silky flesh of her inner thigh.

  Fuck him, she was wearing stockings. The heat of her pussy called him, as his fingers traveled higher, encountering the damp gusset of the tiny strip of lace covering her. Her hips bucked against his questing fingers, her gasp music in his ears.

  With the last remnants
of sanity Gabe still possessed as lust short-circuited his brain, he pulled away slightly to study her, while he kept up his gentle exploration of her slit through the fabric. She grew even wetter under his fingertips, and eyes still firmly closed tried to kiss him again.

  He pulled her hair, and she moaned.

  “Please, I need… God, please don’t stop.”

  Another, far harder tug to her long tresses made her open her eyes, and Gabe groaned. With pupils so dilated only a small ring of blue remained, she looked like a woman on the edge, begging to be fucked.

  “Please what?” He ground the words out through gritted teeth, tugged her head back more, and ran his nose along the delicate arch of her neck, inhaling deeply. Fuck, she smelled so good. If he didn’t put a stop to this, he would soon be past the point of no return, and she deserved more than a quick fuck in the back of his car, dammit.

  Then again, it would mean she was finally his in every way, and if there was a welcoming committee of any kind at the marina, they’d at least have had this moment. What did they say? A woman never forgot her first, and by hell, he’d make sure she’d never forget this moment for fucking sure.

  “Little one, what do you call me?”

  He bit down slightly, and she groaned when he soothed that sting with his lips and kissed his way back to her mouth before he pulled back to study her once more.

  Lissandra licked her lips, making him want to kiss her, and his cock jerked in his pants. He was in real danger of coming on the spot like a fucking teenager, and that hadn’t happened to him in a long time. Then again, he couldn’t recall a time when he’d wanted a woman as much as he wanted his wife.

  Brows drawn together in confusion, Lissa seemed to mull this over, and he knew the minute it dawned on her what he was getting at. Her eyes softened, her breathing sped up, and she whispered her reply.

  “Please, Si… Daddy, please, I want you.”

  Fuck!

  She dropped her head, as though embarrassed at what she’d just said, and Gabe damn well near swallowed his tongue. That dynamic had never featured much on his radar, but hearing her call him “Daddy” in that breathy, needy voice, while she grew even wetter against his questing digits, stroking along her still covered slit, hell yeah.

  “Say that again, baby girl.”

  She closed her eyes and tried to shake her head, but he was having none of that.

  “I said, say that again, or you will earn that trip over Daddy’s knee.” He grasped hold of her lacy underwear, twisting it while he spoke, until it pulled tight against her slit and clit, and she whimpered her need.

  “Please, no, Daddy. I want, oh God, I’m so close. This is so wrong. I … oh…”

  Gabe flexed his hand, and the delicate fabric gave way with an audible rip, giving him unhindered access to her sweet cunt. Her fingernails dug into his neck where she was holding onto him, her thighs quivering around him, as he slid his index finger into her tight, wet channel. Her internal muscles clenched around that digit, and her hips bucked, instinctively seeking the added friction she needed to tumble over that edge.

  “That’s my good girl, take what you need from me.” He claimed her mouth with his, swallowing her groans, as he started to thrust that one finger in and out of her channel, while circling her clit with his thumb. That little bundle of nerves swelled, hardening under his ministrations. Gabe wrenched his lips off of hers and pulled her closer, while he continued his efforts to make her come. Her internal muscles rippled around the digit buried inside her cunt, telling him how close she was, as her arousal coated his hand, and her hips went wild, yet still she teetered on that edge.

  “I can’t, I … he’ll see.”

  Gabe added another finger, stretching her, and she mewled her need, head buried in the crook of his neck, her harsh inhalations such a fucking turn-on.

  “Let go, baby, he can’t see a thing. Trust me, come for your Daddy, right now.” He pushed in as deep as he could, flicked her clit, and bit down hard on her shoulder. As he suspected, that bite of pain was what she needed to go over, and he caught her scream of surrender in his mouth while he pumped his fingers in and out of her channel allowing her to ride out her release. When she stopped shaking he tried to extricate himself, but Lissa moaned and rubbed her hot little pussy all over his groin. Gabe groaned, and his cock jerked in need. He grasped hold of her hips to hold her still and growled his instructions.

  “Stop moving, baby, or so help me I’ll fuck you right here and now. You don’t want that.”

  The cutest pout appeared on her face, she wrinkled up her little nose and looked up at him.

  “Please, I do. I’m still so…” She blushed, and his chest tightened in emotion at her confusion. “You’re so hard and big, and that can’t be comfortable, and I need … please, Daddy.”

  Fuck him, when she pleaded so nicely, he was fucking putty in her hands, and truth be told, if he didn’t come soon, he’d lose the plot completely. Gabe forced a smile on his lips, and he must have succeeded somewhat, because Lissa smiled back at him. She ran her hands down his waistcoat and with his support scooted backward slightly, to enable her to undo his trousers. The tentative touch of her fingers as she traced the length of his erection was pure torture, and Gabe growled low in his throat.

  “Let me, girl.”

  Her eyes widened when he shoved her hands away and yanked down his trousers and boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. One hand around her back, he held her up while he lifted his ass to shove the offending material down more. Gabe grasped the base of his shaft and kissed her, hard, and fast, while he urged her closer. Like the good girl she was she scooted closer her knees either side of his thighs, until the heat of her pussy branded his dick. Lissandra whimpered when the tip of his cock slid through her wet folds, and Gabe broke the kiss and held himself perfectly still at her entrance. Their gazes locked, and he gritted out his instructions through clenched teeth.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, so go at your own pace. Slide that tight little cunt down Daddy’s cock and ride me. Show me how much you want this.”

  His fingers dug into her hips, and he cursed the fabric of her dress which obscured his view. He’d have liked nothing more than to strip her naked and to be able to see her ride his dick, but he sensed that would have been a step too far for her. She seemed to gain confidence by this intimate cocoon her dress provided for them both, and there was something incredibly erotic about fucking her surrounded by virginal white lace, which no doubt made him a right perverted, sick bastard. She deserved so much better than this, so much better than him, but she was fucking his now, and he wouldn’t ever let her go.

  Brows drawn together in concentration and with her little pink tongue sticking out, breathing roughly, her exposed skin covered in the fine sheen of perspiration and flushed in need, she looked very young, and so fucking hot, it took every ounce of self-control he had to not take over. To force her hips down, to make her take her his cock, to thrust upward and bury himself balls deep inside the wet, warm haven of her body, to pound into her tight virgin pussy and to empty himself deep inside of her. Gabe wouldn’t last long, not as revved up as he was already. His steadily leaking pre-cum joined her own arousal, aiding the broad tip of his shaft to slide into her tight entrance.

  Gabe swore, when she stopped, panted, and shook her head.

  “It hurts… You’re too big. I can’t.” She tried to lift off him, but Gabe held her firm with one hand, while he slid his hand up his shaft until he found her clit. He gently rubbed along that swollen bundle, and Lissa jumped and groaned, as he slid in further, stretching her, inch by slow inch. He felt the moment he broke through her hymen, catching her cry of pain in his mouth while he kept up the lazy circles on her clit, and she sank down all the way.

  It was torture and bliss, being inside of her, her walls squeezing his dick in a stranglehold. He murmured endearments in between kisses, nonsense to reassure her, while he held himself still, giving her time to adjust t
o his length and width. Gabe wasn’t small. He never considered himself to be particularly huge either, but this was her first time, and as ready as she’d been for him, this had to hurt.

  “Relax, baby, you’re so tight, let me in. It’s okay. Let me love you now and make it all better.”

  Lissa whimpered, but the tight hold on his cock lessened and she lifted up a little.

  “Oh.” That one word spoke volumes, and Gabe grinned at her expression.

  “That’s it, just go up and down, like … fuck … that’s so it. That’s my very good girl. Ride … fuck.”

  Hands curled into the fabric on her hips, Gabe threw his head back and tried doing complicated arithmetic in his head to stop himself from shooting his load too soon. The feel of her sliding up and down his shaft, as she slowly found a haphazard rhythm was too much and not enough. His balls drew up, and he clenched his jaw so tight it was a miracle he didn’t crack a fucking molar, but she was in the driver’s seat for this, just once, just for this first time.

  Slowly, ever so fucking slowly, she increased her pace, grew cross-eyed with the effort as her own need built in waves which rippled along his dick, and drove him fucking insane.

  “Oh, this, I don’t know, please … oh God yes, yes…”

  Seeing, hearing, and feeling her response to his experimental thrust upward as she came down finally gave him free rein, and Gabe grinned as he repeated that action. Lissa mewled in need, and Gabe thrust harder, deeper. Feet planted firmly on the floor, he scooted his butt further down the seat, tipping her on top of him. The slightly different angle meant he went deeper, and Lissa gasped in surprise as every thrust now stimulated her G-spot. She gushed for him as she came, and Gabe slammed up into her, seeking his own release at the speed he needed. Not that it took long. Her harsh breaths in his ear, the walls of her vagina rippling around his dick, meant his orgasm burst forth with toe-curling intensity. He thrust in deep and stayed there, while she collapsed on top of him, shaking in the throes of another, smaller climax of her own, as he pumped spurt after spurt of his seed deep inside her body with a grunt. By the time his dick had finally stopped twitching, his cum leaked out of her, and he smiled in satisfaction. As for his sweet Lissa, she buried her head in his neck and shook her head when he addressed her.