The Watcher

by Jean, Rhiannon

  I looked at her with concern, “Was that too much, Kitten? I might have gotten carried away, but I couldn’t help myself. You have the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen. The perfect shade of pale.”

  “N…no it wasn’t,” she smiled shyly. “I deserved it…sir,” she said with a small smirk.

  I grinned at her, “Oh Lily, I had no idea how much trouble you would be.”

  “Me either,” she said with a quiet laugh. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her onto my lap. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “You’re welcome, beautiful,” I replied. “There’s plenty more where that came from.” I smiled into her neck and she pulled back slightly. She looked into my eyes and said, “You’re a dangerous man, aren’t you?”

  “You have no idea, Lily,” I said softly, “But I’ll never hurt you; that I can promise. I’ll take care of you better than anyone ever has or ever will, as long as you’ll let me.”

  “You already have, Gabriel.” I stared at her and watched her lick her lips out of habit. I pulled those lips to mine and kissed her until she lost her breath. My tongue wrapped itself around hers and my breathing picked up. I lightly bit at her bottom lip and whispered, “You’ll never learn will you?”

  She just smiled and tightened her arms around me. “Maybe I don’t want to learn, Gabriel. Maybe I need to be punished.” I couldn’t believe my ears…did she really just say that? My dick twitched at the thought of being able to “punish” her again. I thought of all the ways I could torture that delicious body of hers until she was begging me to fuck her.

  I pulled back suddenly, trying to catch my breath. “We need to stop Lily, before we go too far. I know you’re not ready.”

  “Are you?” she asked.

  “I’ve been ready for two years,” I admitted quietly. “But you’re not and it’s ok. You will be soon enough. I can wait a little longer. For now, I should go.”

  ‘Two years?’ I could hear her think to herself, ‘What the fuck?’ She didn’t ask out loud, though, as she knew it was fruitless. She got off my lap and helped me up. She walked over to the door as I put on my shoes and grabbed my wallet and keys. I went over and bent down to kiss her nose.

  “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever known, Lily. Please let me see you again soon?”

  She smiled and stood on her toes and kissed my nose, “As you wish.”

  I gave her goofy grin and asked, “Can I take you out on Saturday night?”

  “Yes!” she practically shouted.

  I laughed and said, “I’ll pick you up at six. Wear something nice, something that shows off those delicious curves.” Blushing, she nodded in excitement.

  “Until then my kitten,” I said as I lightly kissed her on the lips, “think of me when you pleasure yourself tonight.” I winked and walked out the door closing it behind me.

  Chapter Three

  *****

  Lily

  Cleaning up the living room in a daze, I became acutely aware of the ache between my legs. I needed to do something about it, so I turned off the lights and went into the bedroom, shooing away the fur-balls. I plumped up my pillows, pulled out B.O.B. and turned off the lights. I took off my clothes and climbed in under the covers. I could still smell Gabriel on my skin and that made me smile. Running my hands down my body, I paused on my breasts to play with my nipples. Closing my eyes I tugged them hard, imagining Gabriel biting down on them then soothing them with his soft tongue. I imagined him flipping me over and pulling me up onto my knees, leaning over me and whispering how much of a bad girl I had been and how he really needed to teach me a lesson.

  I grabbed my toy and turned it on full power. I played slowly and reveled in the vibrations. I imagined Gabriel running his fingers up and down my ass and over my core, then smacking my ass over and over. I imagined him getting harder with each smack, then dipping those long fingers into me, rubbing that secret spot only I had been able to reach. Calling out his name, I came long and hard, unable to hold in my screams of pleasure. God I had needed that. I pulled the covers up and settled into my pillow. My phone vibrated and I knew it had to be him.

  “You’re welcome.” Oh my god, he knew. I smiled and blushed, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. I decided to be a brat, hoping that he had gone home and done the same thing.

  “You’re also welcome ;)”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes, sir, really. I know what you did ;)”

  “Oh, Lily, you’re quite the handful, aren’t you?”

  “You tell me, you had your hand on my ass.” I could picture him chuckling at this point.

  “LOL” he replied. “Payback’s a bitch, keep that in mind.”

  “I intend to.”

  “Until Saturday, then, my Lily.” HIS Lily? My heart melted a bit more.

  “Until then, Gabriel.”

  I put the phone on the charger and rolled over. Lying awake for a while, I took in everything that had happened in the last week. My heart ached, but it also hoped. I knew Gabriel was full of secrets and mystery and was completely unlike any man I had ever met. His demanding side was scary but it was a turn on too. I wondered how deep his dark desires ran. Had I met my own personal version of Christian Grey? I then wondered how deep my own dark desires ran. I had initially been afraid of the spanking, but as soon as his hand had delivered that first slap, it was like a dam of emotions had broken inside me. The darkness of my past seemed to become a little lighter, and I was able to let go of some of the pain Ryan had caused me over the years. Was being dominated sexually something that I wanted? Could I give control over to Gabriel if he ever truly asked for it?

  I hugged my body pillow tightly, wishing it were Gabriel. I hadn’t wanted him to leave, but I knew it was for the best. My husband had just left me and I was in no state to jump headfirst into something new. I needed time to heal so when I was ready to love again, it would be with my whole heart. I could almost feel his arms around me as I waited for sleep to come. I whispered ‘Goodnight Gabriel’ and I could have sworn I heard ‘Goodnight beautiful’ in response.

  That night I dreamt of Gabriel. He was standing on a mountain, powerful, shirtless, and gazing at the world as if he owned it. His muscles were hard, but not overly defined. His chest and arms were covered with tattoos that seemed to tell a story. They were all in a foreign language, almost like Sanskrit. In the dream I was climbing the mountain, trying to reach him at all costs. The song from “Maleficent” that Lana Del Ray had sung, Once Upon A Dream, was playing softly in the background somewhere.

  I was wearing a green dress, the same color as Gabriel’s eyes, and it was flapping in the wind as I climbed higher and higher. When I looked down at the world below, my stomach clenched in fear. I had to get to Gabriel; I just had to. I reached the ledge he was standing on and caught his eye. He looked down at me and was startled to see me there. I reached for him to help me, when all of a sudden I lost my footing and started falling. I screamed, “Gabriel!” and tried to grab a rock or branch, anything that would break my fall.

  As I was falling, I saw Gabriel come to the edge and stare down at me in wonder. Staring back at him, I silently pleaded for him to save me. He kneeled down, as though praying for the gods to save me, when two giant black wings unfolded from his back. They unfurled slowly, opening to almost a 20-foot span. They were the color of the blackest ink and ruffled in the breeze. He stood up, looked back down at me, and nodded once. Jumping off the mountain, he started flying as though he were a majestic bird, and caught me in his muscular arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared into his emerald eyes, knowing I would always be safe with my angel.

  The next morning I awoke in a daze. I wasn’t sure what the dream had been trying to tell me. I had barely known Gabriel for a week, yet something in my heart was telling me he was the one I had been waiting for to rescue me. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms over my head. The fur-balls
were still sound asleep next to me, and at that moment I had never been more grateful for them. I had rarely awoken to an empty bed, unless Ryan had been an ass and was banned to the couch.

  Getting out of bed, I texted my boss that I’d need the rest of the week off and I started my morning routine. I knew that I had a lot to deal with: divorce papers, lawyers, and filing. Ugh! I just didn’t want to think about that right now. I needed to focus on getting a much more affordable place and requesting a short leave of absence. I went to the kitchen to brew some coffee and feed the kids. I grabbed a power bar and my coffee and logged onto my computer.

  After perusing the ads for about a couple of hours, I had emailed several potential studio apartments and saved a few job ads. I had also electronically filed the necessary divorce papers to get the ball rolling. If Ryan wanted it to be over quickly, then his wish was granted. I wanted all traces of him gone. Hanging out with Gabriel yesterday had shown me how far out of love I had fallen with Ryan.

  I got up to stretch and took a look around. Ryan was still present everywhere: in my pictures, my knickknacks from our dates, and even in the furniture. It was time to put my sleeping credit card to good use. As soon as I had some spare time, I was going furniture shopping at Ikea. I needed a new apartment and new decor to go with the new me.

  Today, however, I needed a pick-me-up. Calling my masseuse, who I hadn’t seen in months, I booked an appointment for a little later on. I also needed to visit Bombshell again for something that would knock Gabriel’s socks off. After the way he had touched me and kissed me yesterday, I felt as though he truly saw my beauty and I wanted to amp up my sexiness just for him. He was the kind of guy for whom a girl could break her bank by buying loads of lingerie. I gathered up my keys and wallet and jumped into the Bug. I went to the most relaxing massage of my life, and then headed to Bombshell.

  *****

  Gabriel

  I didn’t want to wait until Saturday, but I wanted time to think and reflect on what had transpired at Lily’s apartment last night. I hadn’t planned on spanking her, not until further down the road at least. But goddammit was she stubborn. She was lucky I hadn’t tied her to the bed and fucked her raw. It was so tempting to do just that when I had pulled her pants down. Her ass was so beautiful that I all I could do was stare for a minutes and gather myself. I wanted to plunge my fingers deep inside her and make her scream my name.

  Instead, I’d given her a taste of what was to come. No pun intended. Afterwards I had stuck around, unbeknownst to her, and listened to her thoughts while she made herself come. My Lily was a dirty girl and I couldn’t wait to get dirty with her. It was making me hard just thinking about it while I worked on my bike. I needed to think about something else.

  The dream I’d had last night scared the shit out of me. Lily climbing up that cliff to see me? What the hell did that even mean? Would she be like the rest and try to save me from myself? I was so tired of these women from my past trying to “help” me by changing me. I’d shown very few of them who I truly was and, aside from being freaked the hell out, they’d tried to change my wicked ways in the bedroom and stop doing the things I did daily, like listening in to people’s thoughts, watching people without them knowing, and stop talking about what I was and just be human.

  It was bullshit and it never lasted long after they tried to change me. I was too old, too stubborn and too set in my ways. Take it or leave it ladies, cuz this is who I fucking am. Lily had been so accepting of me so far. She hadn’t told me to dress better or cut my hair. She’d really adjusted well after the initial shock of the spanking. God I hoped she was the one.

  After listening to her come so fucking hard last night, I lay next to her and held her. I never wanted her to feel lonely again. She was so vulnerable as she was laying bed with her cats trying to sleep. I could hear her thoughts racing about what had happened in the last few days and while she made a list of things that needed to be sorted out. She was always making lists at night. I think they calmed her, being able to put things in a logical order. She had whispered goodnight to me so I said goodnight in return just so she could hear. I made it very faint and far away sounding so she’d think she was dreaming it. I didn’t want her to know I was still there. I wanted to be her guardian angel a little longer.

  She had made up her mind to get a divorce while I held her. I could hear her pumping herself up about the new and independent life she was going to have. I heard her make plans to move and get a new job and buy new furniture. My girl wanted a brand new start and I was willing to help her with that. But that’s why I suggested going on a date on Saturday as opposed to immediately. I didn’t want to rush her. And I needed time to plan something special. I wanted to take her downtown, make her get all dressed up for me, and show her a wonderful time. She deserved to be treated like a queen, and now that I knew Ryan was out of the picture, that’s just what I was going to do. I still needed to keep myself occupied until then though, so I worked on my bike, hung out at the club to fill in where needed when we were short staffed, and held her at night while she slept.

  Chapter Four

  *****

  Lily

  Pulling into Bombshell’s parking lot, I got out of the Bug with a bounce in my step. I had a whole lot of hurt inside me, but for today, I was going to tuck it down and be happy. Ryan had created a hole in my heart, but already Gabriel was helping to heal it. I was so excited about our date tonight that I practically bounced through the doors and smiled brightly at Betsy behind the counter.

  “Back so soon?” she exclaimed.

  “Oh girl, the last date was such a success that there’s another one on Saturday!”

  She smiled knowingly at me, “Tell me everything.” I filled her in about the date, what happened with Ryan, and about spending time with Gabriel yesterday. I left out the naughty bits of course; those were for my ears only. She made the appropriate noises through the story, but I could see her fashionista wheels turning.

  “Darlin’, I’ve got a few dresses in mind, if you don’t mind wearing a dress.”

  “Gabriel loved me in red, so can we stick with that theme? I want him to drool!” I giggled.

  She squealed with delight and exclaimed, “YES! I’ve got the perfect dress!” She went to the register and grabbed two champagne glasses, a tiny bottle of champagne from the mini fridge, and turned up the music. Bulletproof by La Roux was on and it totally got me in the mood to shop and dance.

  Betsy poured us the champagne and we toasted to new beginnings. I danced around the tank top section, champagne in hand, and looked through some bright red tops. I thought to myself that maybe it was time to infuse my wardrobe with more color; more specifically, more red.

  As I was singing aloud, Betsy popped around the tank tops with the most beautiful red dress I had ever seen. It was a bright, maraschino cherry red satin. It had a low cut, square neckline and ¾ sleeves. It looked like it was super fitted and would fall to about my knees. My mouth dropped open and I gasped.

  “Bets, that’s perfect! How do you do that? You always know exactly what I want, even if I don’t!”

  She threw her head back and laughed, “It’s my job darlin’. Now go try this on while I pick out shoes. But hon, you’ll have to get over your aversion to heels tonight. This dress calls for sexy ass shoes, and flats aren’t sexy.”

  I snickered at her thinly veiled insult, “OK Bets, you’re the expert.”

  “What are you planning to wear under the dress?”

  “Oh shit, umm, Spanx? I need all this to stay in place in this kind of dress,” I said as I pointed to my stomach.

  “Say no more, believe it or not, we’ve gotten a very sexy line of Spanx-like undergarments in.”

  “Whew!! I can’t even imagine my mortification of him finding Spanx if he were to, um, get a little, uh, frisky…” I blushed.

  “Lily, have no fear. Drink your champagne and let me take care of it,” she smiled at me.

  Anything Could Happen
by Ellie Goulding came on the radio and I continued to dance around and sip my champagne. My spirits were quickly lifting and I was getting more excited AND nervous by the minute. My world had seemed to be falling apart a few short days ago, but now it was like anything was possible.

  I met Betsy back by the changing rooms and took everything she handed me to try on. The panties and bra were a very 50’s style black lace. The underwear was high-waisted, promising to hold everything in place. She had also put in a garter belt complete with black thigh highs that had the 50’s style seam on the back. Oh my, I was secretly hoping Gabriel would have a chance to at least see all of this. I had never, ever wanted to show my underwear to any man. I was the girl who wore comfy and practical underwear: not quite granny panties but close enough. My bra never matched my panties, and if I was going to have sex, I made sure all the lights were off. I had a feeling that it would be different with Gabriel.

  I put everything on, including the sexy black, patent leather heels, and looked at myself in the 3-way mirror. I couldn’t believe my eyes; I was beautiful. I looked like an old timey pin-up girl! Betsy was magical and I owed her so much.

  “Alright, enough! Get out here girl!” she exclaimed impatiently. I opened the door and stepped out slowly, worried she might not see what I saw. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes sparkled with tears.

  “Hot damn, girl,” she whispered.

  “Think he’ll like it?” I asked quietly.