Woohoo!
Tossing the now-empty bag to the floor, Gael finally turned his attention to her. “Welcome to Kink 101.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He growled. It was kind of fun being a pushy bottom.
“I thought you might appreciate knowing what some of my favorite toys and tools were to use before I subjected you to them.” He picked up a large flat paddle that looked as if it was meant to take bread out from an oven. “This is a pretty basic paddle.”
He tossed it back on the mattress and reached for the next item. “This is a flogger. The same one I used on you at Wonderland.”
She had fond memories of that. “Can I see it?”
Gael handed it over. The leather tendrils were soft against her fingers. It was hard to believe that something so delicate could bring such pain in the hands of the right person. Pushing the blanket away from her thigh, she tried striking her skin.
“It’s all in the wrist.” Gael moved so he stood beside her, placing his hand on her wrist. He pulled her arm up, then just as quickly, snapped it forward. The leather stung as it connected with her skin. “See.”
Dammit, her pussy was getting wet again. “What else do you have here?”
He didn’t release his hold on her immediately, taking an extra moment to run his thumb across the back of her hand. “Dildos, butt plug, handcuffs, rope, nipple clamps, blindfold and a ball gag.”
Alice hated how easily she reacted to his proximity. He’d become a drug to her, and it was going to be a painful withdrawal when the time came. She needed to regain some control over her libido if she was going to survive this weekend with her soul intact.
“Rope? Were you a Boy Scout?”
He picked up the bundle, unraveling it until it covered many of the other items on the bed. “I was. I excelled with my knot badge too.”
Think boring thoughts, girl. Beige pants, dirt, empty rooms that don’t have rope used for tying you up with. “So you tie your women up to chairs?”
“Not my women. My subs. And I don’t need a chair.”
Helping her to her feet, Gael took the blanket she’d been clutching and let it drop to the floor. “Arms up.”
Alice was embarrassed how quickly she responded to his command, shocked at how seamlessly they’d shifted from Gael and Alice, to Sir and sub. And that shift had indeed taken place. Something in the air sizzled between them, a spark that ignited a heat that would consume them both.
Gael passed the nylon length around her chest, above her breasts, twice, before repeating the action beneath her bust. Within seconds, her nipples were peaked and her skin tingled. Things only got worse when he looped the rope between her breasts, securing the two parts together.
“This type of binding is simple enough. It was one of the first things I learned when I became fascinated with ropes and suspension.”
“You took a class?” Dear God, she hadn’t considered there were actual classes you could take to learn this sort of thing.
“There are a variety of get-togethers in the city. One or two a month where people can go and learn from people who have mastered certain techniques. Jon isn’t a Dom, but he loves tying women up. It’s practically artwork for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me the basics.”
He hadn’t been idle as he’d been speaking. The remaining length of rope had been working into a series of knots that now dangled freely from the binding below her breasts. He dropped it so the rope now teased her pubic hair. Alice wanted nothing more than to move, force him to do something with this, do something to her.
Holy hell, he was turning her into some sort of sex fiend.
Resisting the urge to squirm, Alice let out a breath and met his gaze. “What would you normally do next?”
His eyebrow lifted into an elegant curve. “Nipple clamps. But only after I took the rope between your legs and bound your hands behind your back.”
“Between my legs?” Her heartbeat had picked up into a full-scale riot, pounding in her chest. “How would that work? I mean, I’m curious. From an educational perspective.”
“Educational?” He nodded once. “It’s always wise to be well educated.”
Without being told, Alice moved her legs apart to give him room to work. Gael didn’t give her exactly what she wanted, and passed the rope between her legs without touching her skin.
“I then loop it beneath the binding around your chest. Normally I would have added additional rope around your waist, but I think you get the idea.”
“And my hands?”
“Again, I normally have more rope to work with. However...” He turned her around, his large hands on her waist. “Hands behind your back.”
Her whole body shook, but whether it was from nerves or anticipation, she didn’t have a clue.
“There’s a lot that can be done to a person bound like this. You can be suspended from the ceiling with the right rigging. I can lead you around like a pet, showing everyone my property.” Gael tugged hard, securing her hands at the small of her back. There was no way Alice would be able to get free. She was at his mercy. “The knots can be strategically placed on your clit. I can tug on them, teasing you for hours if I want.”
Shit. “But we’re not being Sir and sub right now.”
He bit down on her shoulder, sucking the abused skin afterward. “Says who?”
Alice closed her eyes and shivered.
“I changed my mind.” Gael nipped again, harder this time.
“But your plan—”
“Was to seduce you. To teach you. To fuck you.”
“Oh.”
“BDSM isn’t simply about spankings and floggings. What’s it about, Alice?”
Her mouth had gone dry as he ran his tongue up the side of her neck to her earlobe. Biting down, Gael chuckled. “Answer me.”
“Power.” The word exploded from her. “And control.”
“Who has the power, Alice?”
“I do.” It was important for her to remember that.
“And who has the control?”
“You. You have it.” Equally important.
Gael stepped back and gave her a soft push. Caught off guard, Alice landed on her side on the mattress, giggling in shocked surprise. Somehow she managed to miss the remaining items on the bed. Gael kicked his pants off while she watched. It was the first time she’d seen him fully naked, and she more than appreciated the view. Instead of joining her, he went over to the abandoned duffel bag and retrieved one final item.
A box of condoms.
She groaned. “Yes, please. Sir.”
Lying on her side with her hands tied behind her back made it difficult for her to shift around. Squirming only served to pull the rope tighter, putting additional pressure on her pussy without giving her the satisfaction she craved. It wouldn’t be enough to simply come this time. She wanted Gael. All of him.
“I can control you easily with the rope.” He tugged on the nylon that bound her hands. “I can move you any way I want to ensure both our pleasure.”
The sound of a condom being torn open had her groaning once more. Yes, this was what she’d needed, to feel the press of his body against hers, to feel him claim her in the most intimate of ways. Alice scissored her legs, trying to give him the room he’d need to press his cock into her.
“I don’t think so.” His large hands were once more on her body, pulling her up until she was on her knees, ass in the air and face to the mattress. The rope now pressed directly on her clit and covered her vagina. “Yes, this is what I want.”
* * *
Instead of moving the rope away from her pussy, Gael pressed his fingers against her ass. She tensed, announcing to him that she’d never had anal sex before. He’d have to go slow, be gentle long enough for her to relax, before he could make this good for both of them
“Relax.” He stroked her back, loving the feel of her soft skin.
She let out a breath.
“This is about trust as well as contr
ol. You have to trust that I know what I’m doing. That I’m going to make you feel wonderful. I might use pleasure or I might use pain. Either way, you’ll love it.” He reached for the bottle of lube that was nestled beside the nipple clamps. She was still so new at all of this, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
What he wasn’t expecting was for his hands to shake as he squeezed the lube onto his fingers. In the past there’d always been a rush for him when he was with a sub, but not this overwhelming need to care for, to consume. He wanted Alice in a way he’d never experienced before. Was willing to sacrifice everything for the opportunity to have her as his.
It was too close to how he’d felt with Tina. After her he’d cut himself off from the idea of having a relationship with a sub. It was one of the reasons he’d needed to ensure they had Gael-and-Alice time, not just Sir and sub—to give himself a chance to mentally regroup and catch his breath. If he gave everything to Alice and she rejected him, he’d lose a piece of his heart.
Alice moaned as he continued to work her body. He added another finger as he grabbed hold of the rope and tugged, increasing the pressure on her clit.
“Fuck!” Her body shuddered.
“Eventually.” He clamped down on his racing emotions and focused on the task at hand.
Sweat broke out across her back, and her toes curled against the comforter. She couldn’t fight him, resist, do anything to stop him. He had no doubt her mind was spinning as she tried to come to grips with everything. If this had been a sub at Wonderland, Gael would have pushed her hard and fast. He’d have been able to remain detached, almost clinical in his approach. But he clung to every hitch of Alice’s breath, needing to make this good for her. He petted her skin, whispered his encouragement, until he felt her body relax beneath his touch.
“That’s my girl.” He tugged the rope again. “You’re being so good for me.”
Gael withdrew his fingers, but he didn’t give her much of a reprieve. Three hard spanks landed on her ass; the force of them drove her face farther into the comforter. Alice opened her mouth and her moans too flowed freely.
“I’m going to fuck your ass.” He squeezed her cheek hard. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to.”
“Please, Sir.”
He continued to pull and stretch her ass, adding more lube as he went until he was certain she would accept his cock with few problems. Still, when he finally got behind her, her entrance felt tight. The skin stretched open to accept him, filling her at the same time the weight of his body pulled the rope even tighter against her pussy. The pressure was consuming, the way her body drew him in intoxicating. He’d never get enough of her. Never. He’d come here with the intention of introducing her to BDSM. What he hadn’t expected was to be the one falling in love.
Love?
Fuck.
“Sir?” Alice gasped. Gael swallowed past the sudden tightness in his throat.
“No coming until I tell you to. Understand?”
“Mmm.”
Another hard slap. “Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
With each thrust into her ass, he had to fight his body’s desire to come. To distract himself, he increased the frequency of his tugs on the ropes, matching the pace of his thrusts. Alice was moaning uncontrollably now, her body shaking as she drew closer to her release.
Shit, she really was going to come soon. So was he for that matter.
“No.” She started muttering. “Won’t.”
“That’s my girl. Fight it off. Don’t let it win.”
Gael ran through as many of the Canadian legal statutes he could remember. It worked for a few minutes, until Alice started thrusting back against his body. It drove him deeper into her ass, the muscles squeezing so tightly around him he could barely breathe
“Gael. Too much.”
He landed another spank on her ass. “Sir.”
“Sir! Please. Need to come.”
“No.”
“Please! I can’t...”
“Just hold on, baby.”
Gael didn’t slow down, crying out as he came hard. His cock pulsed inside her body, matching the pounding of his heart and the silent chant of mine ringing in his head. After an eternity, his pleasure subsided, leaving him wrung out as much emotionally as he was physically.
He needed to show her, prove to her what she meant to him. Even if he couldn’t say the words.
Gael released his hold on the rope and slipped from her body slowly. “Don’t move.”
He got up from the bed and went over to the ensuite to quickly clean himself
Upon his return, he released the ropes that bound her hands behind her back, taking a few moments to rub her wrists and get the circulation flowing once more. Carefully, he moved her onto her back, finally able to look into her eyes for the first time since they’d begun.
Unable to look away, he pushed her thighs up and apart, so her knees were dangerously close to her armpits. Reaching for another condom, Gael looked over every inch of her body, making note of everything. The flush across her breasts, the rapid in-out of her breathing, the faraway look in her eyes. He’d done that to her, took her to the edge of bliss.
Now it was time to push her over.
Fresh condom now in place, he shoved the rope away so it wouldn’t impede them. “Not until I say.”
Alice swallowed hard and nodded.
In one stroke, he filled her pussy with his hard length. For the first time in his life, it felt right, as though he’d reached a homecoming he hadn’t realized he’d been looking for.
Gael held his position until her breathing slowed. He wouldn’t be able to hold her here for long. He cupped her inner thighs with his hands and held them wide. Leaning into her he started a steady pace. Her arousal coated his cock, her thighs, clung to her pubic hair. He felt her losing control of her body, unable to stop what was happening. God, he didn’t want her to. He was ready to see her, the unguarded look on her face that would let him read her soul. To know if she could be his, if he would fit into her life.
Gael reached for her clit and pressed down on the hood. Alice opened her mouth to scream as Gael pulled out of her body. Her eyes grew wide as her orgasm exploded from her, sending her come squirting from her body. This was Alice, stripped bare for him to see. She was beautiful. Even after her orgasm subsided, and her body continued to tremble as she drifted off to sleep, Gael couldn’t look away.
Despite everything—his obligations, his family, his career—he knew this: Alice White was going to be his.
Chapter Seventeen
The next three days were little more than a hazy blur of sex, food and inappropriate conversations. Alice had learned things about Gael she would never have guessed in a thousand years. He was scared of heights—sorry, uncomfortable in high locations. God forbid he admit to being scared about anything. He hated spinach, loved brussels sprouts, and preferred reading to television.
Those moments of conversation came between rounds of imaginative sex. She’d never look at kitchen utensils in quite the same way again, that was certain. And although she was more sexually satisfied now than any time previously in her life, Alice kept coming back to those conversations, needing to have more of them. Learn more about him.
Currently, she was wearing the nipple clamps as she made them each a sandwich for a snack. Fucking for two days straight was hard work, and she was eating more than she normally did. Petra would be thrilled if she saw the food Alice had consumed. No dieting allowed when Gael was such an amazing chef. As she reached for the mayo, the chain between her breasts pulled, sending a jolt of pain through the oversensitive flesh. He said she’d grow to love these—she still wasn’t convinced.
They’d decided to head home around four o’clock. That would get them back to Toronto before it was too late, which would give Alice time to recover. She’d wanted to discuss about what was going to happen between them once they returned to reality, but Gael wasn’t ready to go there yet.
He’d have to sooner or later, because there was no way Alice would be able to pretend that this weekend hadn’t happened. She was the emotional equivalent of a billboard, and it wouldn’t take long for the people at the office to know there was something going on between them.
Petra would know something was up the second she laid eyes on her. God, Petra was likely to kill her for abandoning her friend in her time of need. Not that Alice was too worried. After her chat with Darcy at the coffee shop, she had no doubts that Petra was in good hands. Sure, she’d promised Gael she’d keep her cell phone turned off, but maybe she should check to see if there were any messages. They were heading home in a few hours anyway.
Finishing the sandwiches, she put them both on a plate and snagged her phone from her purse as she walked by. She stopped halfway through the living room when she realized there were ten messages there for her. She never had that many unless there was a problem.
The first one was from Carmella, telling her to enjoy her time off and that she’d have to tell her all about it on Monday. The next four were from her mother.
“Alice, I need you to come up here.”
“Alice, where are you? I know you weren’t happy with me, but I need you to come to Barrie.”
“Honey? Are you home?”
“Baby, I think there’s a problem.”
Alice dropped the plate when she heard the fourth message. “Hello, Miss White, this is the emergency room at the Royal Victoria hospital in Barrie. Your mother was brought in this morning and has been asking for you. Please contact us at—”
“Alice?” She looked up to see a naked Gael standing on the step above her. He reached out and cupped her cheek. “What’s wrong?”
She didn’t know what to say to him. Everything had tilted on its side, nothing making sense. How could she explain that she’d ignored her mom’s complaints of not feeling well, chalking them up to nothing more than her looking for a way to keep Alice close? He wouldn’t understand the confusion and guilt, the sickening dread that now filled her stomach. So she said the first thing that came to mind.
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