She felt the bed pitch and a warm arm wrap around her waist and pull her close. A hard cock pressed against her ass.
Light from the full moon streamed into the open doors. Calm sounds from sea and the scent of the sea air filtered into the room.
It hadn’t been a dream. Gabriel was lying in the bed with her. Naked.
She stiffened.
“Are you awake, querida?”
The rumble of Gabriel’s voice moved through her, making her shiver.
“Ah, so you are.” His hot mouth trailed kisses down from her earlobe to her shoulder, his long fingers squeezing her breasts, molding them to his palms. “I can make you do more than quake, querida.”
Rolling her over into the bed, he laid his long body atop hers, pushing between her legs with his body. His heavy cock rested against her pelvis, throbbing with life. Gabriel captured both her hands in one of his large ones and raised them over her head.
Kadence couldn’t help but tremble again. She loved her men aggressive, dominant. She’d had fantasies of being tied up but had always been too nervous to tell her few lovers what she wanted. What she needed.
“You like?”
She couldn’t answer him.
“No? Perhaps I should stop?” He released her hands and began to slide off her body.
“No!” She pulled him back into place. “I like it.”
“Where is the bold woman from our first meeting? She wasn’t afraid to ask for what she needed.”
“The woman you met had had too much champagne.” She lowered her lids, the stress from their escape wearing on her deeply. “And a lot has changed over the past few days.”
“True enough. But you should be able to tell me what you want. What you like. You need to find that daring woman inside you, demand your right of passion.”
He captured her lips with his own, a seeking kiss, full of fire and yearning. His fingers encased her wrists once more and lifted them over her head with a jerking motion. The air was forced from her lungs, need spiraling through her. His mouth grazed over her, tasting the flesh of her cheek, her neck, her collarbone.
His free hand gathered a breast, weighing it. Fingers found the tightly peaked nipple and twisted it harshly, the pain perfectly measured.
Sitting up, he released her.
“No! Don’t stop.”
He leaned in to kiss her. “I’m not. I just need to have two hands free to properly caress the beauty you have.”
Leaning down, he pulled his belt from the loops of his jeans lying on the floor. He held the leather in his hands and eyed her closely. “Do you trust me?”
The question of trust had been running through their days and nights. Both men held her at arm’s length, unsure of her. And now, Gabriel wanted her to give him her trust. Was this more that he still didn’t trust her, or was he only following his instinct and her response?
Of either man, Gabriel had been softer toward her. Michel had a wall erected that coldness wafted from. She hated Michel’s indifference, especially when his body reacted to her.
She wanted to forget the cold look in his eyes when Michel had called her his enemy. The pain he’d given her in that moment had made her sick, her stomach turning at his dislike. He’d made her feel insignificant in that moment, a coldness filling her to buffer the hateful words. She didn’t want to feel cold.
She wanted to be wanted.
Gabriel was willing to make her forget it all. He’d still shown her compassion, even when he questioned what she was. Tonight, he had no idea if she were evil or not and he sought her touch. He’d lovingly cared for her and put her in bed, cuddled her and held her safe against the night.
She knew inherently that she could trust him. No matter the doubts, the warnings. She needed to show Gabriel what it meant to open up, without knowing for certain the outcome. Perhaps by pulling down her barriers, he could relax and some of his would crumble.
Nodding her head, she watched as he wound the thin leather around her wrists and then tied her to the heavy oak of the headboard. Testing it, he pulled on the tether, and then slowly slid his fingers down her arms before grasping both sides of her face.
His lips began to descend to hers. Capturing her in his kiss, she felt her blood spike. Heartbeat thrashing in her ears, she tugged at the bonds around her hands, wanting to touch him. Needing to touch him. Aroused at the binding, the submission to his will.
He saddled himself between her legs, pushing her thighs wide to make room for his hips. His hardened cock pressed against her sex. Her hips jerked in response to the intimate touch. The head slipped through her folds, already wet and waiting for his entry. She thrust her hips forward, needing to feel the hot brand of his shaft inside her. Needing to feel the hot brand of him, burning away the pain of the past few days.
Ultimately, she knew his touches and caresses could only hold back the hurt for mere moments. It wasn’t real. Another night of illusion provided by these males, just like the night they’d met. Tomorrow she would awaken and feel it all, potentially to an even higher degree. But tonight, she just needed it hot and dirty, rough sex to wear out her mind and body and make her forget all the things that had happened since that first fateful night.
“Querida, you’re so ripe, so ready. I want so badly to slide into your heat. But I must taste you first.”
He’d tasted her on the train the day before, halting before he’d gotten his own satisfaction, and now he sought to please her again. He was overdue for his own. Gabriel’s head started a slow descent, stopping to graze along her collarbone. After planting a few kisses, his lips slid down to her breasts. He softly bit the top slope of the first globe and then the other. His tongue snaked out to cover a nipple before pulling the hardening tip into his mouth.
Her back arched at the sensation of his blazing mouth, liquid fire coursing through her veins. Currents zipped through her, all centering at the core of her. Her clit began to throb in time with her rapid heartbeat, the need for him to move even lower immediate. But he languished at her breasts, kissing and biting the sensitive flesh over and over until she was breathless with desire.
His fingers trailed down her abdomen and slid through the thin patch of hair that had grown to cover her mound. “Do you need me to kiss you here, querida?”
“Yesssss,” she hissed out on a low breath.
His fingers avoided her sex, sliding along the seam where her leg met her pussy and out to the inner thigh. “Or perhaps, here?”
His taunting was emphasized when he pulled the tight bud of her nipple into his mouth, suckling hard as his fingers drew small circles on her leg, slowly closing in on her cunt, but never touching her there.
“Please…”
“Please, what, querida?”
Her head rolled back and forth, not knowing how to express what it was she wanted, she needed.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, Kadence. Instruct me on what pleases you. Find that lusty wanton I first met.”
Her eyes caught his as he leaned forward once again, pulling the other nipple between his lips. Short breaths came from between her dry lips. She licked them, and enjoyed the moment of lust that sailed across Gabriel’s face, clearly visible in the bright moonlight.
It was in that moment that she realized that hands bound or no, she was in as much control as she wanted. All she had to do was play the harlot and drive him as insane as he was driving her.
Bucking her hips to the side, she forced his fingers to graze her folds and inwardly smiled at the look that appeared on Gabriel’s face.
“You think to assert yourself, do you, Kadence? I think I will have to show you who the master truly is. Ah, querida, you are so lovely in the light of the moon. Your soft, pale skin glows. I believe it needs to redden in desire.”
He rolled her over, her wrists crossing as he did it, and brought her to her knees. A loud clap echoed in the room, his hand connecting with her buttocks. She stifled a cry as the skin tingled, heat blooming in the mu
scle.
Another swat caught her other side and she inhaled a deep breath at the sensation. She raised her bottom into the air further, the delicious pain of the sensation better than she’d ever imagined it could be. Never having found pleasure in the thought of being spanked, she was almost as much surprised as she was titillated.
Pain and sex had never mixed in her life. Her lovers had always been tender. Too tender. All her lovers had been missionary men, in that they only seemed to know that one position. She’d wanted wild and crazy, but was too afraid to ask. Afraid she would look like a slut.
After all they’d experienced, she knew Gabriel was pushing her into unknown territory. He was forcing her to experience new pleasures. Forcing her to see what she wanted and demand it. As overwhelming as the sensation was, she needed the uncontrollable desire to flood her, to push away the self-doubt and self-consciousness. She was a woman who needed. And she had found a man who could provide the satisfaction she required.
Pushing her ass higher into the air, she grit her teeth as the next swat caught her off-guard. The sting rippled through her rear, the heat to her buttocks making her focus all her attention to that one spot. The ache between her legs amplified, the throbbing in her cunt was torturous.
With her hands bound, she couldn’t reach down to ease the need. She tugged at the leather, trying to loosen its hold on her, her fingers itching to stroke the wet flesh of her cunt. The next slap centered on that particular spot, the thickened folds that surrounded her channel. Her ass so high in the air, her back arched in supplication, her sex was bare to him and his hands. She cried out as he dropped another to the wet lips, the pleasure-pain riding the razor’s edge.
The next volley returned to her ass, now burning with pain. Her mind was frenzied, no thoughts passed through except in regard to the torture he delivered. When his lips replaced his palms, laving over the abused skin, she jerked, not prepared for the tenderness. His mouth and tongue moved over the reddened globes, easing the fire he’d created.
When his lips moved to her pussy, she felt tears well in her eyes from the pure delight of it. She’d never felt such need. His mouth kissed the folds, licking through the cream she’d already shed for him.
“You taste so good, querida. I could lap at you all night long.”
Her moan escaped her lips as his hands grasped her hips to steady her. She needed to buck against his flaming mouth, to push him to where she needed him most. He avoided her clit, slowly sampling her pussy in languid strokes.
His mouth finally surrounded her nub and she immediately exploded, crying out into the pillow at her face. Quivering all over, her muscles trembled from the rush.
“Ah, so responsive. What will you do once I have my cock in you, little one?”
“Hurry and find out, Gabriel.”
“Slow and steady wins the race.”
“I’ll die before you finally get there. Fuck me, Gabriel.”
His chuckle was muffled as he licked her folds once more. Soon after, he flipped her onto her back and spread her thighs wide. On his knees between her splayed legs, two fingers of his right hand slid from her ankle to her inner thigh, his eyes narrowed to their motion. Her hips bucked at the end of the trip, but he avoided her once more.
The other hand mirrored the first, slower this time. She wanted his hands, his cock, anything to touch her pussy, to drag the next orgasm from her.
Instead, he reached forward and pinched both nipples, slapping them afterwards. The bite of pain hit her again and she shuddered from the sensation. His murmured chuckle enflamed her. She needed and he tortured her, taunting her with her own hunger.
“Give me what I want, or stop tormenting me.”
“You, my beauty, are not in control here. You gave your will to me.”
“I need…”
“What do you need?”
“Your cock. Inside me.”
“Oh, so now you’ve found your voice, have you, querida?” His low chuckle sounded again. “I suppose I should reward that, heh?”
“Now!”
“You do not direct me.” He emphasized his point by twisting her nipple tightly, a surge of pain swirling behind it.
“Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He brought the tip of his cock flush to her sex, rubbing the head within her folds. Thrusting forward, the head buried inside the first few inches.
Heat exploded at the entrance of her channel, his girth something she was unused to. A delicious burn fired as he surged forward, his cock stretching her wide. She took in a deep breath, the pain of it pushing her to the brink again, so soon after her last. He stopped, his eyes closed, pausing deep within her. She felt the tremble in his body and she knew then he was on the edge of his own control.
The first thrust bordered on pain. The second was more fluid. From that point, her body ripened more, flooding her sex with more of her cream. The pleasant burn of friction was countered by the natural lubrication of her desire.
Her hips moved of their own accord, matching his tempo. His cock pistoned in her, hard and hot, the rapid thrusting of the hard sex exactly what she needed. Rough and dirty.
When he slowed down, languidly rolling his hips, she was caught off-guard. He lowered to her, his lips finding hers as the frantic pace suddenly became easy and relaxed.
“I will never get enough of this, of your body. You feel too good to ever give up.”
She heard his whispered words, spoken between kisses, not allowing herself to believe them. Even though inwardly, she thought the same. His body felt too right, too good. But she wouldn’t let a moment of mutual release become anything more than what it really was, no matter how badly she wanted it to.
“You’re mine, Kadence. I don’t want to share you with Michel. Promise me you won’t have him in our bed.”
Kadence was shocked. She didn’t know how to answer his request. He asked for a sort of pledge from her. The longer she was silent, the slower his hips became, until they stopped all together.
“Kadence?”
“You have no right to ask me that.”
“You know you’re mine. You dreamed of this, my loving, the two of us every night for so long. How can you say I have no right to savor you alone? You didn’t dream of him, it was all me.”
“That doesn’t mean a thing. I can’t help the way I feel.”
“You even want him now? After the ugly things he said to you?”
“I don’t know what I feel for him, what I may want from him. I may not ever take him again, but you don’t have the right to demand that I don’t.”
“You are mine. No matter what you say, you are mine and only mine.” He punctuated his words with a stiff plunge from his cock, bringing a moan from her lips.
He began another violent series of thrusts, his mouth capturing hers in a mind-blowing kiss. Fingers pinched her clit as he continued his rapid pace, his lips branding her as his own. He pushed her body, mastering it, and she flew over the edge. He swallowed her screamed release, following hers with his own. Thick ropes of cum flooded her sex, heating her from inside.
She felt each jerk of his cock, as each shot came forth. The walls of her channel quivered, rippling around his thick dick.
“You will see, querida, you will admit that you are mine before you know it.”
Chapter Twelve
Michel lay in his bed, listening to the sounds of Gabriel and Kadence’s lovemaking. His teeth ground together as they flew over the edge, their mutual orgasms flowing over one another. He so wanted to be in there, to be a part of their night. But he could not touch her until he knew for certain.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, once they’d rested, they would sit with Thierry and learn the truth. His friend had already alluded to finding some information, so it was all a matter of time. Thierry had refused to tell Michel until Kadence and Gabriel could sit in and hear it as well. Which seemed to bode ill in Michel’s mind.
He clenched his fists, trying to ignore his har
d cock jutting painfully from between his legs. He could almost see their lovemaking. When he’d heard the spanking, he’d had to hold tight not to rise from the bed and go to them. To see her reddened ass, ripe and ready to plunder.
Unable to hold back the tide any longer, he gripped the stalk of his cock and ran a tight fist over it. He’d never been one to masturbate, easily finding a woman to sate his needs whenever the desire struck. She reduced him to jerking himself off, over and over, the need he felt never quelling by his own hand. He needed to be inside her, to flood her pussy with his cum. Mark her, brand her as his.
He could even now probably slip into the next bedroom, slide under the sheets, and press into Kadence’s heat. He could imagine pumping deep inside her cunt, his cock squeezed snug inside her small channel. He’d felt her that first night, unused and nearly virginal. She hadn’t been loved in some time. A woman like her needed to be fucked often, to show her who her master was.
Gabriel had experienced that cunt first, without him. Michel’s teeth nearly shattered as he held back the rage that swirled through him.
Gabriel had tasted that little pussy and filled her, stretching her to his needs. And she’d screamed in pleasure at the rough treatment, taking it, taking all of it.
Michel bit back a yell as cum shot from his cock, coating his stomach with hot blasts.
Damn them both.
****
Gabriel awoke the following morning, his muscles relaxed from the previous night’s exertion. Kadence was draped across his chest, evenly breathing in repose. He smiled down at her upturned face. Her long, copper lashes fanned her cheeks, small, nearly imperceptible freckles dotted just below. Plump lips bowed perfectly, demanding to be kissed. He couldn’t resist the urge, dipping his head to steal a quick peck, tasting her earthy flavor.
Lavender eyes popped open as he slowly deepened the kiss. She pulled back, her eyes widening further.
“Morning breath. No kisses. Not yet.”
“I didn’t mean to offend.”
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