J.Rihards - An Agitated Gentleman (The Submission Series #2)

by Unknown

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Gavin lifts back to survey the situation. Hmm, something isn’t right—her body is too tiny for this position. He grins and gathers the pillow beside her. Gently, he unhooks her ropes from the hook, lifts her up against his chest, and tucks several pillows beneath her. They prop her small frame up, and now her arms reach the hook without straining her back. She can also watch him from this position. Perfect.

  His knee scoots up closer to her center, and she arches her back trying to obtain some pressure from his thigh. He lowers himself and kisses along her collarbone. Peppering kisses down between her breasts. His hands gather her milky mounds and press them together. His tongue slips from his lips to bathe her hardened nipples, coating one and moving to give the other the same attention. Her mewling and whimpers increase as he teases her sensitive skin.

  “You won’t hold out much longer, huh, kitten?” He grins up at her as his hands let go of her tits to smooth down her small waist to her hips. Her only answer is a violent shake of her head. He chuckles and kisses just above her mound. “Should I take pity on you, then?”

  “Please, yes. Yes, please,” she pants, lifting her hips to his mouth. He chuckles at her soft begging.

  “Only because you asked so sweetly, my pet.” He leaves the bed and her body to remove his clothes and snag a condom from the bedside table. He takes his throbbing dick in his hand and strokes his large hand over the velvety shaft. Using his hands, he pushes her thighs wider apart. Sinking his hands just under her knees, Gavin lifts her legs, pushing them back to her chest to open her body fully for his enjoyment. He lines up his cock and drives home. One quick thrust seats him balls-deep in her willing pussy. “Fuck, Victoria,” he growls while watching his cock split her open.

  He doesn’t move, allowing her to adjust to his intrusion. He smiles and licks the pad of his thumb, bringing it down to her swollen clit. The bundle of nerves so in need of attention and begging for him that it’s extended and pulled from its hood. He presses against her flesh and jerks his thumb back and forth.

  Victoria lets loose a scream of shock and pure pleasure. Her hips buck shamelessly over his cock. The tight contractions of her orgasm pull him in deeper, her hot come flooding around his cock. He groans and pulls back slowly, leaving only his cockhead parting her pretty pink lips. His gaze bounces from her face back to where they are joined, his thumb moving gently to prolong her minutes of ecstasy.

  “That’s it, baby girl,” he praises her. “Whose pussy is this?” he as ask as he begins rocking his hips against hers.

  “Yours, Gavin. All yours.”

  She moans between gasps for air, her thighs quivering as he continues to fuck her. He leans over her, squishing her legs between them. He kisses her jaw and groans against her skin. His hands mold over her shoulders and slide up her triceps. He groans again when his fingertips brush his ropes encasing her elbows and lower. He lets his fingers tick up each layer of beautiful knots. The feeling and sight of her bound for him tests the limits of his control.

  He picks up his pace, overwhelmed with a sudden need to fill her full of his cum. Slamming his hips against her, his balls slapping against her round ass. His thrusts push her come out from around his dick, the sounds of their coupling reaching his ears, and he growls as his balls draw up. His cock gives a strong twitch and empties inside the condom.

  Gavin’s body goes stiff as his orgasm pulses through him. He falls against her as he pulls in air. He kisses her forehead, from one temple to the other then down her nose. Finding her lips, he kisses her deeply, his cock still twitching inside her.

  She returns his kisses hungrily, arching her body to feel his chest against hers. The tensing of her core pushes his softening cock from her pussy, and both of them groan at the loss of being linked.

  He lifts himself up and off the bed to toss the condom in the bathroom trash. When he returns he just looks at her, lying with her arms over her head, decorated in such a perfect way. Her face is flushed and eyes still slightly glazed.

  “You did so great, baby girl.” He tells her as he begins the process of releasing her arms from the tangles of ropes. She just moans softly, reclining her head back against the headboard as he liberates her arms. The length of rope falls to the bed and he begins to knead her skin where she was bound. “Any soreness? Tingles?” he asks, looking into her face in case she says anything other than the truth.

  “No, Sir.” She closes her eyes, her breathing becoming a steady pace that indicates how tired she is. He grins at her slack expression and continues to massage her arm. Once he is finished with one, he moves over to the other and gives it the same treatment.

  By the time he is satisfied with the way her arms look, slightly pink lines mark where the ropes had been. There shouldn’t be any bruising, and the soft stains should fade in a few hours. Victoria is already sound asleep. He kisses her temple one last time before going into the master bath, where he washes his hands and cock. Then he grabs a clean cloth and runs warm water over the material. He returns to the bed, her thighs still parted, and he wipes her clean, smiling when she doesn’t even stir. The feeling of ultimate male accomplishment twists in his gut. He did this to this sweet bit of woman. He drove her body to a place where she only felt pleasure and zapped the energy from her core, leaving her to pass out in sound slumber now that they are finished.

  He grabs his pajama bottoms from a drawer she has loaned him and pulls them on, jogging down the stairs to find Kane in the same state of being as his owner. The big beast is flopped on his back, legs in the air, and head hanging from the edge of the couch. Gavin steps to the front door and opens it. The sound of the door makes Kane jump into action and scramble to get outside. He hurries to his bush and back inside the house in record time. The dog isn’t much of a fan of the dark.

  Gavin wishes him a goodnight before locking the door and walking around the house to check all the windows and the back door. All is sealed up tight and he can now go to sleep. Tomorrow will more than likely be a giant fucking headache, so he better not waste any more time.

  In the bedroom, he lifts Victoria gently and draws back the covers, replacing her on the soft mattress before pulling her body against his side. Her hair tickles under his chin and she scoots her ass back to meet his dick. He tries to shut off the feelings that are making his dick swell again. This woman might be the death of him. He closes his eyes and slowly clears his mind, shutting his brain down for sleep.

  CHAPTER SIX

  The morning sun spills into Vicki’s bedroom. Her nose is pressed into Gavin’s armpit, her leg thrown over his body, and her hand splayed out over his big chest. Oh how she loved waking up like this. She shifts her head so it lies on his shoulder instead of mashed in the patch of hair tickling her nose. At least he still smells of his delicious man soap instead of body odor. She stifles a giggle and lifts her arm to smell herself. God, how could a man be so yummy and she be so stinky? Must be because he works her into such a frenzy.

  Carefully she untangles her limbs from his and tiptoes into the bathroom. She turns the shower on, steam filling the room quickly. Stepping in, she scrubs speedily. If she doesn’t hurry, Kane will hear her movements and come crashing in, demanding to be let outside. She rinses and prays she will get out before he jumps on the bed and her hard-working, sleeping sex god.

  While grabbing her towel, she hears the patter of doggy feet as they climb the stairs. She wraps the towel around her body and runs out of the bathroom. Her legs bend and twist as she meets Kane in the doorway. She clings to the door frame and wrestles the beast, trying to keep him from Gavin.

  “Shh, you big idiot!” she hisses through her teeth. “I’ll take you out, leave him be!” She jabs her knee into his ribs to get him to turn around and go back down the stairs. He barely moves, and she huffs. Gripping his collar, she pulls him toward the stairs. He finally gets the idea that she will let him outside and bounds down the stairs ahead of her, barking. She wrinkles her nose and trots down t
he stairs, pulling the door open to let the loud monster free. He springs out over the yard, chasing the birds still milling about. She plops down on the porch swing, using her toes to pull and push her gently back and forth.

  This is how she wants her life to be. The store busy, Kane healthy and happy, and with her waking up in Gavin’s arms every morning. Why couldn’t the world just let her have what she wanted? Instead, it kept ramming dents into her dreams. She scrubs her hands over her face, trying to forget about the weirdo from last night.

  When Kane is finished, she hustles him into the house and fills his food dish. As always, he greedily devours it. She pets his hip to slow him down and avoid the choking that has happened one too many times. She tiptoes back up the stairs and peeks her head in the bedroom. The sheets are rumpled but empty. She turns her head to check if the bathroom light is on, but it’s not. No sounds of the shower. So where is Gavin?

  Placing her hands on her hips, she walks into the room. She bites into her lip, chills spin up her spine, and she feels like she is playing a game, but she doesn’t know the rules. Slowly, she walks into the bathroom, and the creak of the bedroom door makes the hair on the base of her neck stand up. Looking out, there is no one there, just her closed bedroom door. She swallows tightly.

  “Gavin? I don’t like this game,” she whispers into the room. He emerges from the closet and wraps her in his arms.

  “I wasn’t thinking with my brain, Victoria. I’m sorry.” He kisses her hairline as she squeezes his waist tightly. “My cock was in the mood for a game of hunt and capture. I didn’t even consider how it could turn into real fear.” He exhales and she knows he is upset with himself. She looks up at him.

  “You’re forgiven.” She smiles to put him at ease. He kisses her lips and tugs the towel undone. It falls into a puddle around her feet and his gaze roves over her. “Ohhh no!” she squeaks and takes a few steps back, away from the hungry look in his eyes. Her hands come up in a defensive position. “We have too much to do today, we don’t have time for this,” she says flatly. The bed bumps her thighs, halting her retreat.

  “We have time for whatever I say we have time for.” His brown eyes are darker than normal, swirling with lust as he watched her back up, matching her step for step with a wolfish grin splitting his lips. His cock is tenting his pajama pants.

  Vicki shakes her head again. “No, Gavin!”

  His hand reaches out and cups her cheek. He licks his lower lip and leans in close to her.

  “You have a safe word, Kitten. Use it if you must.” The hand holding her jaw moves lower to grip her throat. She swallows against his palm and his grip tightens. A small moan slips from her and his eyes meet hers. “Good girl.” He pushes against her throat until she sits on the edge of the bed. “After you fell asleep last night,” he says, and his right knees grinds between hers using it to push her thighs open. “I realized you only came once before I fucked your tight pussy.” Her eyes widen with his words.

  “It’s OK. I didn’t,” she says, trying to explain that one with him is satisfying enough, but he shakes his head slowly from side to side.

  “I don’t want to hear anything for those lips unless it’s screamed.” He smiles wickedly as he drops to his knees in front of her. “Understand?”

  She nods her head, and his fingers release her throat, trailing over her collarbone. His lips lower and tickle kisses up her inner thigh. Vicki lets out a soft moan, and he chuckles against her flesh.

  From her collarbone, his hand moves again to cup her breast. He weighs it in his palm, fingers brushing over her quickly hardening nipple. He looks up at her face and his mouth opens. Keeping her gaze locked with his, Gavin bites into her upper inner thigh at the same exact moment he pinches her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Vicki’s head falls back and a cry of pain and of equal pleasure rips from her throat.

  “There we go,” he says into the apex of her thighs. His hot breath flutters over her already-too-hot skin. She reaches down to run her fingers over his freshly shaven head. His skin feels like satin under her hand and she adds her other hand to his head. She pulls softly against him, urging him to her dripping pussy lips.

  “Please, Sir,” she whines in a husky voice.

  Gavin uses both of his hands to push her thighs even wider apart, the motion making her fall back on the bed. She props herself up on her elbows so she can watch him work on her body.

  Now that she is fully open for him, his fingers trace down the center of her vagina. He groans, lowering his head to let his tongue follow the same path. She gasps and her hips jerk up. He slips both of his hands under her ass cheeks and uses his thumbs to pull open her labia.

  “So pretty,” he coos. “So fucking wet and pink.” His tongue lolls out and washes over her clit causing a huskier moan to escape from her. Knowing they really do have a lot of things going on today, he decides to speed things up. He closes his lips around her clit and sucks it as tightly as she does his cock. Her back arches and his fingers grip her cheeks to keep her in place.

  Gavin hums with her clit trapped in his mouth, and Victoria’s entire body starts to vibrate. Her thighs tremble, toes curl, and her shoulders push into the bed. He looks up her body to see the beautiful expression on her face. Knowing just a bit more would push her over the peak of pleasure, he shoves two fingers into her sopping hole. She clenches around him, and he groans over her clit in response. The two digits working her pussy curl until he finds her G-spot. With a scream, she shatters for him. Slowing his fingers a fraction, he keeps pumping against her G-spot to make her orgasm last as long as possible. He lets go of her clit and places a kiss on top of her pussy mound.

  “So fucking perfect, Victoria,” he whispers. Standing up, he shoves his pants down and grabs a condom from her night table. His cock stands straight from his body, so hard it looks angry. The purple head drools precum. Quickly, he wraps his dick before gripping the base of his throbbing member and positioning himself between her legs. Up and down his dick smears through her come, each time he strokes himself over her clit her body jumps in response. He moans and leans down to suck her nipple between his lips.

  With one thrust, he rests balls-deep inside of her tight body. Her inner walls already flutter around him, telling him she is more than ready to give in to his will. Gavin lifts off her body and reaches up to grab her shoulders. His fingers biting into her flesh only add to the pleasure of his dick stretching her smaller body open for him. He drills in and out of her, quick and hard. Claiming her as his all over again.

  They watch each other’s face as he fucks her hard. Her gasping and strangled cries fill the space around them, her pussy slurping his cock as he plunges in and out of her. His fingers return to her clit, and he rubs his fingertips back and forth over her nub.

  “Now!” he orders, his thighs tense, and his dick throbs. She screams her release a second before he fills the rubber covering him.

  Both pant for breath and he lowers his forehead to hers. “You are going to be late,” he teases and kisses her lips before pulling from her body.

  “I don’t want to get up now,” she whines, rolling to her side and cuddling the pillow he slept on last night. His hand spanks hard over her exposed ass cheek and she squeaks. “OK, OK.” She giggles and drags herself from the comfort of the bed.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  After dropping Victoria off at her Jeep, Gavin followed her to her shop and watched from the parking lot as she skipped from the vehicle to the door, turned on her heels and blew him a kiss before unlocking and slipping inside the little place she has made her own. Kane is bouncing around her heels and disappears inside with her. The dog will keep an eye on her when Gavin can’t keep her in his sight. That small security was the only thing allowing him to leave her side.

  Anger rose in his gut as he left her and drove to his gym. He unlocked the door for the members milling around the parking lot, waiting on him. With a cheeky smile, he apologizes for being late. Looked like he would ha
ve to ask Uri to open up for a while until this stranger was identified. It killed him to ask so much of his good friend, but he didn’t really think Uri minded as much as he let on. It gave the big Russian something to do other than pester poor Stacey.

  Gavin flicks on all the lights and machines as he passes through the cardio and free weight section, offering friendly smiles and simple “Hellos” to the people preparing for their early morning workouts. He ducks into his office, the door open in case anyone needs him, and he hurries through some paperwork that was littering his desk and files a few bills. Then Gavin sits back in his chair for a moment, elbow resting on the arm, his chin in his hand. Damn, if this gym wasn’t everything he had always dreamed of. New members were joining every month. If it kept up like this he would have to put a limit on signups for a while. Tapping against the open door draws his attention back to the present.

  “Hello, my friend!” Uri bellows, his personality as big as his body.

  With a bright smile, Gavin waves him inside the office. “Hey, just the man I wanted to see.”

  “Oh, nyet.”

  Gavin chuckles at the Russian’s distress. “Oh, yes.” He sits up in his chair. “Some jackoff scared Victoria last night at that new bar in town. The guy said Dave sent him to watch over her.” His stomach twists as he repeats the words. His hands clench into fists against the arm of his chair.

  “No?” Uri replies, dropping into the chair opposite of Gavin. “How could this be?”

  Gavin wonders the same thing. With a shrug of his big shoulders, he shakes his head. “I don’t know. That’s why I was hoping to see you. Can you watch the gym while I stop by the police station and talk to Carrion about it?” Uri nods and Gavin continues. “I can’t thank you enough. I’m praying the asshole left prints on my truck.”