He lied to himself about the anxiety he felt when he checked the large bed, the outline of her body beneath the blankets as she lay facing the window. She’d opened it, just a little and the fresh scent of burning logs and low tide had filled the room.
Gabriel stood beneath the hot stinging spray, thinking of turning it to icy cold when the glass slid open behind him. So lost in his thoughts, he actually jumped when she pressed inside with him. He wasn’t going to question his fortune. Hope and a little fear filled those too expressive green eyes.
Her lips parted to speak but Gabriel wanted those lips busy and took them hungrily with his own. Demanding at first, his tongue stabbing out and sweeping through to tangle with hers. Whatever she’d wanted to say was pushed aside for now and that worked fine for him.
The more he learned about his little sub, the more he wanted her. Did he have her submission without her honesty? He heard the dom-like voice inside his head. Did she have a complete Dom without his honesty? How long had he been lying to himself?
How long would it go on? Was he willing to risk losing her? All for – what? Pride?
Bailey let all the confusion and frustration flow off her with the heat of the water cascading around them. She didn’t want to think of why he angered so easily with her. She kept trying to understand that it was alright to surrender. It was expected. Why was it permissible to be weak as a female? It was what she fought against her whole life.
Take what he’s willing to give you, she shouted to herself, melting against him and knowing it had nothing to do with the hot water. And then the water was gone. She stood staring up at him, panting when he pushed the doors wide and grabbed up a large towel.
Erotic wasn’t in his mind as he used the thick towel to take the moisture off her skin before he lifted her to the bathroom floor.
“On the bed, sub and I want to see that pretty pussy wide and waiting,” Gabriel ordered gruffly.
“Yes, sir,” she turned and went quickly to the bedroom, hoping to hell the man didn’t change his mind. Again. She needed him, wanted him inside her. She swore the next step was to tie him to the bed!
Bailey watched him come from the bathroom, her eyes on his as he studied the position she’d placed herself in on the bed. She lay in the center and placed a pillow beneath her hips. Her legs were bent and her heels just touching her behind.
Mine, he thought, the hunger in his gaze evident as he drank in the pink tipped nipples pert with anticipation and the dampness already oozing from between labia that deserved a great deal of his attention.
“Very nice,” Gabriel murmured appreciably, sliding one leg over the bed and letting his fingers trail from her naval, over the soft, bare mound to tease the tiny head of her clit poking out for attention. He gathered the hot moisture from between the labia and swirled it over her clit, glancing up to see her bite into her lower lip.
He lifted his hand away and swatted the bare mons lightly.
“I want to hear you, Bailey.” He watched the slide show of emotions that ended in defiance.
“Owww!”
“A little better,” he chuckled and lowered his mouth, licking along the swollen crevice, tasting the fresh water from the shower mingling with the flow of hot moisture from Bailey. He loved her smell and taste, his tongue stabbing through the heat to swirl around the opening and delve inside. His hands tightened on her thighs when she tried moving, spreading her wider and staring down at the pretty pink pussy laid out before him.
Gabriel went back to his target, nibbling and biting along the swollen petals, pulling them into his mouth and sucking softly. Tongue and teeth sampled from the hot opening of her pussy to the taut bundle of nerves around her anus. His fingers teased each opening, sliding barely inside and withdrawing. It never ceased to amaze him how much harder he became when her muscles clenched his fingers; or when her breathing hitched and hips tried to move to take more than he wanted her to have at any given time.
She had her eyes closed and hands pulled into taut fists to keep from moving them to his head. She felt like he was slowly, painstakingly peeling her open and tasting each and every inch of her. She felt the circles he made with his tongue, never touching her clit, just staying right outside until she wanted to scream. Then he would shift, his tongue lapping up the results from his teasing.
Bailey whimpered softly, silently pleading with shifting hips. Her fingers stretched out to grip the blankets beneath her and she knew occasionally as he nibbled and bit along her pussy she stopped breathing. Waiting. Wanting.
When his mouth finally settled over her clit she almost shot off the bed. The jolt of his teeth and tongue sent sparks of lightning through her. Her feet pulled back, opening her more for his hands and his mouth.
Gabriel loved her scent and her taste, taking in both and knowing it would never be enough. He wanted to feel her coming on his tongue. He wanted those sensations and more; feeling her body explode beneath him again and again. He felt the sweet little nub stretch beneath his tongue and pulled it deeper into his mouth, suckling and stroking it at the same time.
Bailey lifted her hands, reaching for his head. And he stopped suckling. She panted and twisted her hips.
“Hands on the bed, sub. I want you to come and I want to taste you explode on my tongue,” he ordered hoarsely, returning to her clit when her palms spread out on the blankets at her side. “Good girl.”
Too many sensations at once, she thought, the wet squishing sounds of his fingers moving inside her added to the lapping noise of his tongue scraping over her clit. When he moved his hand just enough to slide one finger into her anus, the world lit up like a Christmas tree lighting ceremony.
Flashes of pure white shot off in all directions inside her mind and then everything inside her simply stopped. She knew she was panting wildly but swore she wasn’t breathing. Pleasure swept her away, zinging from head to toes and back again.
Gabriel lapped up the essence and reached for more, teasing the convulsing walls of her pussy with his tongue until her body collapsed. Satisfied she was breathing in the middle of her gasps, he nipped the inside of her thigh and licked his way up her ribs, taking her mouth with the taste of her still on his lips.
His cock hardened another notch when she met each thrust of his tongue as she did the thrust of his cock when it was inside her. His sub held nothing back from him and gave him all he could ever need.
He broke off the kiss and leaned back on one leg, studying her for a quiet moment. The bed was high enough. And with a couple pillows beneath her…he backed off the bed and held his hands out to her. Her palms were in his immediately and he pulled her upright and over the surface of the bed. He rearranged a few pillows and while she was still puzzling over his actions, he spun her to face the bed and positioned her on the three pillows.
She expected to feel him inside her. Wanted to feel him deep inside her even as she tried to level off her breathing, level off the heat still pooling between her thighs. But he had something different in mind, she realized, trying to remain pliable as he positioned her where he wanted her to be.
Perfect, he thought with a solid swat to the raised behind. He frowned when she tried to close her legs and earned another swat.
“Hands above your head,” Gabriel waited while she complied and reached over her, moving all that long, thick hair to one side. He half way understood why she kept it bound out of the way. But she did like playing with the styles to match her clothing and he really did like the effects. And he did love sinking his hands into the thick strands.
He paused before bending her good knee and positioning it on the bed, completely opening her for him to take. Perfect, he thought again, running his palm over the rounded behind, his thumb dragging over the puckered, exposed anus and making her jump ever so slightly. He could feel her muscles tense with anticipation.
He opened the nightstand drawer, looking down at things he’s added in the last few days. Things that had to do with having his little sub
in bed with him on a full time basis. He reached between her legs, fingers toying with the damp center that continued to quiver at his touch. He spread the generous moisture over her clit and savored the sweet whimpers coming from her. He brought his free hand down hard on her ass.
“Noises, yes. Moving, no.”
“Yes, sir,” Bailey was seriously considering her mental state. She lifted her head and tried turning to see but only got a forest of red hair and a sharp smack on her ass. Again. “Owww! Sir!”
“I can see I’m going to need some restraints in the bedroom,” Gabriel placed one palm in the center of her lower back and leaned, holding her firmly in place. He watched the first thin line of clear lube leave the small bottle and felt her jump when the cool gel drizzled between her ass cheeks.
“Oh…no…Sir…maybe not yet…”
“Oh, yes, pet,” he set the bottle aside and used his fingers, drawing the cool extra slippery gel between her cheeks and into the tight little rose that winked at him and gripped the single finger snugly. He added a second finger and pressed more firmly when she tried evading him. “Tell me you’re in pain, pet. Somehow those sweet little sounds just don’t register in my mind as painful.”
“No…I mean…no pain…just…oh, god…” how did he find nerve endings that connected to all the other nerve endings that hadn’t settled down yet?
Gabriel wiped his fingers on a small towel he had on the bed and reached for the vibrator he had ready. He used it to glide into her pussy, carefully anchoring it in place against the pillows before tapping the button. Her body twitched and he watched her fingers curl into the blankets above her head, her back arching and offering him just what he wanted.
“Sweet little sub…some believe that mastering a sub in this manner is the best way to achieve his or her complete submission.” Gabriel lodged his cock at the tight entrance and pushed gently. Watching the delicate tissues part sent a very hot jolt through him. “I’m not sure I agree with the belief…but I do believe it’s something we’ll both enjoy. Push back, Bailey…it will be easier if you breathe, pet.”
He raised his palm and brought it down hard on her ass. She was holding her breath again. Two sharp slaps later and she was not only breathing but panting and moaning softly.
Bailey groaned thickly. No…no, no, no, she repeated to herself. She just wanted him to make love with her. Nothing was ever a simple path with her Dom. Still…she’d gotten used to his finger being there. Even didn’t mind the plugs, especially when he was moving inside her at the same time. Oh, god, all the nerves seemed to be connecting all around her middle.
“A great many sensitive nerves here…” Gabriel felt her muscles grip him like a vise, squeezing in a valiant effort to stop his invasion. “It works better if you relax, pet.”
He reached beneath her and touched the swollen little nub. Hers wasn’t one that extended far but it was thick and very sensitive to his touch. He smoothed some of the gel on his fingers and stroked, plucking the nub between his fingers and moving his cock deeper into her ass with each movement.
Gabriel could feel every one of her muscles in her contract at once. The fingers she’d been clenching the blankets with suddenly shot out, flexing and straining in an arch. Abruptly he found himself in the center of a powerful vortex that didn’t give him a lot of choices. He withdrew and thrust several times, the shout of his name echoed through the house as she thrust her ass back at him, taking him in hard and deep.
He tilted her hips just enough to push her clit against the bed hard. Another round of shuddering convulsions gripped him and pulled him into the maelstrom. His body tensed, his muscles locked as his cock took over and shut down everything around him for several long, numbing seconds.
Bailey swore it was thundering outside. She might even admit to a little lightning. She just wasn’t sure. She knew she had intentions of trying to seduce Gabriel after he sent her off to bed alone. Again. But for now she liked the floaty place and just closed her eyes and stayed there. When she moved her hips just right, tiny, spikey tingles stroked through her. Part of her screamed out enough. The other part purred softly.
“I feel like jello,” she breathed out softly, rewarded with a warm chuckle.
The weight on her hips vanished and someone was talking to her. It was like they were in a long, long tunnel. But it didn’t sound angry or bad, so she just buried her face in the blankets and sighed contentedly. It was soothing and sweet. The aftercare part of Gabriel that came out was so nurturing and warm. She had no idea coming could feel so incredible. Or that she could feel so amazingly sexy and alive.
Gabriel finally managed to make his legs work. The muscles stopped clenching and shaking and his vision finally returned to mostly normal. He was insane to let her get away. He quickly had the room back to normal and brought in two large glasses of water.
His laughter was low and deep when she snarled at him. Snarled at him!
“Pet, don’t tempt a worn out Dom with your independence. I’ll remember tomorrow and invite you to my office.” Gabriel wasn’t sure the words were getting through until she gave up her face planted into the blankets position and rolled to her side. He was pretty sure she was out of it for a time because there hadn’t been a movement or protest when he used the warm wipes on her.
Glazed, slightly lowered red-gold lashes peered at him from behind the curtain of slowly drying dark red hair. Then she flopped back on the bed with a little wiggle.
“Up…only long enough to drink something. Then sleep.” Gabriel shifted her to the side of the bed next to the window and arranged the blankets before pulling firmly on her wrist. He waited while she adjusted herself, frowning and flexing and glaring at him.
Yes, his little sub was back. He wrapped her hands around the large plastic glass, one brow up until she raised it to her lips and drank. Only then did he raise the glass he’d brought for himself, draining a good portion before sitting it on the nightstand.
“Why did you do that?” Even as she spoke the words she felt heat fill her cheeks.
Gabriel didn’t pretend to misunderstand. At least she was talking to him.
“It’s part of the over-all sexual experience, Bailey,” he brought one palm up, his finger grazing along her jaw. “Did you dislike it?”
She stared at the ice floating in her glass. “I…it was uncomfortable at first.”
“Which is why getting you relaxed and even distracted worked in my favor,” he offered a slight grin at the look she offered. “There are nerve endings all over your body. We have a good many to explore. And I think anal sex is an interesting treat from time to time. Did you dislike it?” He asked again, his tone a little firmer.
“No. No, not once…it was different,” she finally said, taking another long drink and yawning. “And all the vibrating and your touching…” she sighed, thinking how many sexual experiences he’d introduced her to in ten days. “I…I didn’t know I could…more than once, I mean…it was different,” she finished with a flush of color when he laughed softly. “A really good different,” she admitted reluctantly.
“Wasn’t it your intent to seduce me in the shower?” Gabriel took her glass and set it on her side of the nightstand. He efficiently arranged them down on the pillows, the blankets and quilts pulled over them both. He liked having her snuggled against him.
Bailey sighed and snuggled closer to the warmth with a low, contented purr.
“Yes. I’m thinking I’m not very good at it,” she felt his chuckle and then the touch of his lips on her forehead.
“We each have our roles, pet,” he closed his eyes and let the darkness take him far from the complexities of his thoughts about the two of them.
Chapter Thirty-One
She seriously wanted to slap the alarm. No, she corrected, she seriously wanted to slap Gabriel. Then she smelled the coffee and toast and knew he was already up and in the other room. She raised her head from the pillow she’d been burrowed into, eyes squinting just a little a
t the strange color on the nightstand.
“Okay, so maybe he gets another day’s reprieve,” she mumbled, angled herself to her elbows and wrapped the closest hand around the frosted glass of orange juice. Half of it was gone when the long sigh broke free.
“I’m sure my parents will appreciate the extra day you’ve granted me.” Gabriel continued knotting the autumn colored tie, watching her body freeze.
The dark red hair that had been straight after her few minutes in the shower was now a mass of thick curls that fell like a waterfall around her face.
She peered at him through the dense jungle and wisely put the glass to her lips to finish the juice.
He held his palm out, taking the glass as she scrambled to sit and finish waking up.
“Alright?”
“Good. Yes. Thank you for the juice.” Bailey scooted to the edge. Naked. Again. No, she thought, it was becoming a lifestyle in this house. “I’ll only be a few minutes. I’m fast in the mornings,” she assured him, heading for the bathroom with a firm click of the door.
“That’s how you miss breakfast,” he murmured to himself when the door closed. His little pet wasn’t a morning girl. He grinned and went back to the main room.
Gabriel had a plate waiting for her with small pancakes smothered in butter and syrup. He almost laughed when she stared at the plate on the breakfast bar. The juice had been refilled and both stood where she normally sat in the morning.
“I…”
“Eat, Bailey. We have time,” he told her as his fingers scrolled down something on the screen of his laptop.
“You didn’t have to…I don’t usually…”
“Why is it alright for you to nurture me but disturbing if I want to nurture you?”
Lashes blinked as she slid into the barstool.
“Thank you.” she started eating, aware of the rumble in her middle. She winced at the chuckle from beside her. “I’m usually better in the morning when…well…”
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