Constant Craving [Rapture Island 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Leah Brooke

  At her gasp, he gathered her close. “Then I can inspect you properly. You’re not going to believe how much more sensitive you are after you’ve been waxed.”

  Looking up at him through her lashes, she sighed, hiding the thrill of excitement that swept through her. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”

  Gabriel chuckled and slid his hand under her sarong, his firm caress over her bottom reminding her just how easily he could get to every part of her. “Pain can bring pleasure, something you’ve already learned. Do I need to put the restraints on you?”

  Kelsey shook her head, not wanting to be restrained with the other woman present. “No. I won’t move. I promise.”

  Sliding a finger into the material covering her breasts, he paused, focusing his attention on her nipple. “One of the worst things a submissive can do to her Master is to embarrass him. It’s a sign of disrespect, and one that I won’t tolerate.”

  “I wouldn’t do that!” Just the thought of embarrassing him made her feel gauche and unsophisticated again and brought about a niggling belief that she would fall short of his expectations.

  “I’m glad to hear that. Be a good girl—”

  Frowning, she ran her hand over the leather table. “I hate being called that.”

  “I know.”

  * * * *

  Having her mound waxed hurt more than Kelsey could have imagined, but Gabriel’s watchful presence distracted her from the worst of the pain, the admiration in his eyes making the procedure easier to endure.

  He stood beside her, his hand flat on her belly as if to hold her down if she tried to escape. He eyed her mound critically, his gaze occasionally going to hers, smiling in amusement each time she glared at him.

  His dark eyes darkened even more as the woman finished and turned away, the promise in them making her impatient to get back to the room.

  Now that her mound was smooth and bare, she felt even more vulnerable and exposed. As Gabriel stared down at her, she arched her hips toward him in offering, her skin tingling for his touch. Frowning when the woman returned, she looked back at Gabriel, waiting for him to tell her she could get up.

  With a smile, Gabriel took the jar from the woman’s hand. “I’ll put that on her. I think my little sub needs my touch.”

  “Of course, sir. Would you like me to wait, or come back?”

  “Wait. I’d like her finished as soon as possible.”

  Confused, Kelsey looked up at him, biting her lip to keep from asking what more he could possibly have done to her. Aware of the other woman standing nearby with her back to them, Kelsey let her eyes speak for her, letting Gabriel know how much she wanted him without saying a word. She lifted into his touch, a moan of pleasure escaping at the feel of the cool cream being massaged over her stinging mound.

  Gabriel smiled, sliding a finger into her pussy. “You like this. You’re soaking wet, my pet.”

  Embarrassed that the woman could hear them, Kelsey shot him a dirty look before turning away.

  Gabriel, of course, wouldn’t let her ignore him, sliding his finger, coated with the cooling cream, over her clit with a steadiness that had her stiffening at the tingling heat.

  She whipped her head around, staring into his eyes as she rocked her hips involuntarily, pressing her lips closed to hold back her cries. She didn’t want to come with the other woman present, and certainly didn’t want the other woman to hear her cries of pleasure.

  Gasping at the finger Gabriel slid into her pussy, she glanced toward where the woman stood several feet away, gathering some items while putting away others. She couldn’t close her legs because Gabriel had moved to stand between them, and when she reached down to push his hand away, he slapped hers.

  With narrowed eyes, he bent over her, getting in her face and keeping his voice at a furious whisper. “Give me another of those dirty looks, and I’m going to fuck you in the ass right here in front of her. Are we clear?”

  Shaking helplessly at his erotic threat, Kelsey nodded, drawing in several shaky breaths. Her clit tingled so much she feared that a single brush of his fingers would send her over. Closing her eyes in relief when he released her clit and withdrew from her pussy, she didn’t object when he flipped her to her stomach, meekly allowing him to arrange her to his satisfaction. She didn’t want to embarrass him in front of the other woman, but found letting him have complete control over her body more difficult and arousing than she could have imagined. When he parted her thighs, she stiffened, alarmed that he would make good on his threat.

  Even more shocked that her puckered opening tingled, she couldn’t hold back her cry when firm, male hands gripped her cheeks and parted them. “Be still so she can finish.”

  A few minutes later, Kelsey wanted to kill him. Only slightly appeased at the cool cream being smoothed over her forbidden opening, Kelsey kept her burning face buried against the leather table.

  “I’d also like body lotion, oil, and bath salts.” The admiration and barely leashed tension in Gabriel’s tone made Kelsey’s toes curl, the need for him making her bottom clench.

  “Any special scent, sir?”

  Gabriel rubbed a hand over her bottom before releasing her, using the sink to wash his hands. “Anything except vanilla. Perhaps something in a floral. Something feminine and calming.” Using one of the towels stacked beside it, he moved back to the table.

  “Of course, sir. Would you like me to send it up to your room?”

  “No, thank you. I don’t want to be disturbed. I’ll take them with me.” Lifting her from the table, Gabriel gathered Kelsey against him.

  The other woman smiled. “Of course. I’ll get them ready for you.”

  Kelsey waited until the other woman left before lifting her gaze to Gabriel’s, reaching out a hand to lay it on his chest. “Did you notice that she never looked directly at you?”

  He took her hand in his.

  “Rules of the island, Kelsey.” He ran a hand over her hair before reaching for her sarong. “You were very good. I’m proud of you.”

  “You threatened me.” Tilting her head, she eyed him curiously. “Would you really have fucked me in the ass in front of her?”

  “If I don’t encourage good behavior and punish bad, how are you going to know what’s expected of you?” Grinning, he ran a hand down her back. “Besides, I’d wondered if being with a beautiful woman would excite you, but it didn’t.”

  Surprised, Kelsey blinked up at him. “I thought you knew that I only like men.” Squirming under his touch, she lifted again. “I thought this was supposed to be about sex, not about doing things like this to me.”

  Gabriel paused before answering, making her wonder what he was thinking. “It is about sex. It’s also about your ability and willingness to submit to my desires.”

  Gripping her hands, he pulled her closer and tugged on her ponytail, tilting her face to his. “A Master’s needs are all that should matter to his submissive.”

  Struggling to ignore the awareness of being waxed, Kelsey couldn’t help but notice the bulge at the front of Gabriel’s trousers, a large bulge that made her pussy clench. “Does it excite you to know I’m bare, or that I let you do that to me?”

  Hell, she’d never be able to resist him. If he asked her to jump on the table and spread her thighs, she would have done it in a heartbeat.

  Running a hand down her back as though he couldn’t stop touching her, Gabriel pulled her closer. “Both. Why did you let me have you waxed?”

  Leaning back, she looked up at him with a smile. “Good question.” Shrugging, she flattened a hand against his chest, smoothing it over the firm muscle there.

  Gripping her chin, he tilted her head back, his eyes flat. “You want adventure and pleasure. You have no say in anything I do to you or make you do while we’re here.” His eyes narrowed. “Because you’ve never experienced this lifestyle, I’m allowing your questions, but I won’t allow you to dictate what’s done to you or when.”

  Taking her hand, h
e led her to the door, caressing her bottom as she went through the doorway. “And believe me, my pet, I’m doing to do things to you this week that have never been done to you before—things that you’ll either love or hate—but that will shake you out of that shell you’ve built around yourself until I get to the real you.”

  His gaze moved over her breasts before settling on hers again. “And when I get to the real you, I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you. You might want to ask yourself what you’re going to do when that happens.”

  Chapter Eight

  Kelsey stiffened at the ominous sound of the lock clicking into place, jolting when Gabriel’s hands closed over her shoulders.

  Turning her in his arms, he reached between them to finger the clasp between her breasts, his eyes unreadable. “Slip off your shoes.”

  Kelsey shivered as the material covering her breasts fell away, his cold tone filling her with anticipation and apprehension. Smiling, she kicked her sandals off and arched toward him. “Anything you say, Master. You gonna fuck me now?”

  Aching for him, and thrilled at the flare in his eyes each time she challenged him, she looked up at him expectantly.

  Gabriel’s expression never changed, but his eyes flashed with something that looked like a combination of satisfaction and amusement. “You’re going to be such a trial to me.” With a flick of his fingers, the sarong fell away. “I’m going to enjoy turning that defiant attitude of yours into something a hell of a lot more productive.”

  Standing naked before him, Kelsey grinned and closed the short distance between them, rubbing her nipples against his chest. “Looking forward to it. I’ve been horny all day.”

  Gripping her upper arm, Gabriel sighed and led her across the room. “I know when you’re aroused, Kelsey.”

  To her surprise, he headed toward the door on the other side of the room, a door that had been locked when she’d checked it earlier. “What are you doing? That door’s locked. Isn’t it an adjoining room? Holy hell!” Gasping when he swung the door open and she got a glimpse of what was inside, she froze, wondering what the hell she’d gotten herself into.

  Gabriel urged her forward, and into a room that gave Kelsey the chills. “I unlocked it before we went out. You are never to come into this room without my permission. Stand in the middle of the room, below the hooks.”

  Shaking with nerves and heightened awareness, Kelsey wrapped her arms around herself and moved to the middle of the windowless room. The lighting in the room gave it a strange, dungeon-like feel. Each corner remained in darkness, while the light shining down in the center of the room seemed exceptionally bright. “I didn’t even know this was here.” Looking around, she squinted in an effort to see as much as she could, partially blinded by the bright light.

  A padded table stood on one side, complete with the same restraints that had been on the table in the spa. She gulped, trying to hide her nervousness as she took in the variety of ropes and hooks coming from the ceiling, floor, and walls.

  Gabriel closed the door behind him and bent to pick up a large black case that stood against the wall, just inside the door. “Each room in the hotel has a room like this. It’s called a playroom. The condos will have one, too. Each Master must supply his own toys, though.”

  He set the case on the large metal table in the corner, and unzipped it. “I want you to know that the things I have in here were purchased for you. I haven’t used them on any other women.”

  Swallowing heavily, Kelsey watched him take an assortment of objects out of the bag, some she didn’t even recognize. Some she did, and the sight of them increasing her nervousness. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve never used toys on a woman before?”

  “No. I’m telling you that the items in this bag have never been used on another woman.” Turning, he came toward her with what appeared to be some kind of cuffs in his hand. “I only brought a few of them. The rest are in the playroom in my home.”

  His eyes held hers. “Waiting for you.”

  Entranced by the aura of erotic intent and power surrounding him, Kelsey couldn’t look away, drawn to his strength like never before. Shivering with anticipation, she didn’t fight him when he took her wrist in his hand and fastened a padded cuff to it. “You don’t have to do this, you know. I won’t fight you.”

  Shivering again at the incredible sense of helplessness of having her arm raised and her breast totally vulnerable, she tugged at the cuff experimentally.

  Gabriel glanced at her as he reached up to cuff her other wrist. “I don’t care if you fight me or not. I just don’t want to have to deal with your resistance this time. This is so I can explore you without your hands getting in the way.” Once he’d cuffed her wrist, he tapped a nipple, sending a sharp stab of pleasure to her slit. “I don’t want to have to deal with your squirming and efforts to stop me when the pleasure becomes too strong.”

  Tugging to test the restraints, Kelsey grinned, surprised to find them loose enough for her to drop her hands to her shoulders. “There’s no such thing as too much pleasure.”

  Gabriel went to his bag again and returned with what appeared to be a thick, leather pad. Squatting low, he placed it at her feet. “Kneel on this.”

  Eyeing him curiously, Kelsey obeyed him and lowered herself to her knees, an action that tightened the rope attached to her cuffs just enough to keep her arms over her head.

  He’d accurately judged just how loose to make the ropes, making her wonder just how many times he’d done this kind of thing before, and just how far his expertise in this kind of thing went.

  Watching him move back to the bag again, Kelsey squirmed, rubbing her thighs together against the ache and struck by the knowledge that Gabriel purposely kept her on edge. “I guess it takes a lot of practice to judge the rope just right.”

  Gulping in air, she inwardly winced at the twinge of panic in her voice, panic caused by not knowing what he would do next.

  Gabriel paused, his eyes narrowing. “I guess it does. Look at me. Concentrate on me. We’re the only ones here. You’re the one with the power.” Reaching out a hand, he ran his fingertips over her, giving her goose bumps as every inch of skin he touched quivered with awareness.

  “Concentrate on my voice. All you have to do is use your safe word, and everything stops.” Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over her cheek, her jaw, her temple. “You and me, Kelsey. No one else. You’re mine, and there’s nothing more important to me than your safety. Your pleasure. Satisfying those needs no man has ever satisfied. There’s no anger. No ugliness here. Just you. And me. Us. Pleasure.”

  Melting under his soft caresses, the brushes of his warm lips, the soothing gentleness in his voice, Kelsey’s vulnerable position became less frightening. She turned her head, losing sight of Gabriel when he moved in behind her. “What are you—?”

  “Spread your legs, Kelsey. I want to explore each and every inch of you.”

  It took less than a minute for him to cuff her ankles to the floor, leaving her spread wide enough to give him complete access, but not wide enough to make her uncomfortable.

  “It does feel more sensitive.”

  Gabriel came around to stand in front of her. “I know. You like the way it feels, don’t you?” Reaching out, he slid a hand over her cheek, his eyes hooded. “You’re a very physical woman, a very sensual one. But, you’ve never really explored that side of yourself, have you? You’ve never really taken the time to savor anything—not even when you eat.”

  Kelsey wiggled, testing the ropes again. “I enjoy sex and food, Gab—” Snapping her mouth closed, she looked away, finding it difficult to call him Master, especially while in such a defenseless position. Bristling at her helplessness and the effect of it on her senses, Kelsey turned away.

  Holding her face between his hands, Gabriel turned her toward him and stared down at her, his eyes steady and searching on hers. “I find it interesting that you resist calling me Master, addressing me in a way that makes this
a purely sexual relationship, one in which I take all decisions out of your hands, which is all you claim to want from me. Sex, pure and simple. Right?”

  Kelsey swallowed heavily, her body humming with a desire that made it difficult to remain still. “Of course.”

  His eyes hardened as he ran a thumb over her bottom lip, his look cold and distant. “My friends and lovers call me Gabriel, and since you don’t want either friendship or love from me right now, you aren’t either. It’s never more important to call me Master than when we’re in the playroom.”

  Releasing her, he drew a strip of black fabric from his pocket. “I get to play with you. Explore you. Enjoy you—as my possession.”

  Not about to let him see how much he intimidated her, she smiled up at him, arching her back to thrust her breasts out to him. “Do your worst, Master.”

  She drew in a shaky breath when he moved to stand behind her, chills breaking out all over her skin when he slipped the dark, silky fabric over her eyes. No longer able to see, she shivered as he tied the blindfold, her senses sharpening.

  Arching again at the slide of his fingertips over her back, she couldn’t hold back a moan. “Oh, that feels—”

  “Quiet.”

  Shocked at the effect his authoritative tone had on her, she snapped her mouth closed, biting back another moan—this one of frustration—when he removed his hands. Wondering where he would touch her next, she trembled with anticipation, turning her head to listen for any sound that would give her a clue.

  She felt him move away, and then heard the sounds of him delving into his bag again. Keeping her head turned toward him, feeling his gaze on her, she trembled helplessly. The mental image of what she must look like to him in her present position had her tugging at the ropes as the awareness in her breasts and slit grew.

  Jolting at the suddenness of his warm breath against her ear, she leaned back into him in an effort to get as close as possible.

  He tugged at her hair, tilting her head back. “I’ve been looking forward to having the chance to explore you. You won’t find everything I do comfortable, but this is my body to do with as I wish. Remember that. You have no say in anything I do to you. You accept it. You endure it, because you know that everything I do to you pleases me.”