Jolie was staggered by his strength. He wasn’t out of breath. She couldn’t help it, but the caveman act was doing it for her.
Moisture flooded her channel but didn’t wet a thing because gravity was holding the warm liquid inside her.
Her breasts scraped against the itchy woolen blanket, and she prayed they’d get there soon because she was ready to explode. Ready to go wild.
At last, he pushed through the door that opened onto her floor and strode toward her apartment. But he didn’t put her down; he unlocked the apartment and hurried inside, kicking the door closed behind them.
Then she was sliding downward. He caught her between the door and his large body. He shoved her upward as soon as her heels hit the floor and from the rustling below, she knew what was coming next.
Her pants opened, and he shoved them down. His shorts eased downward, and then his cock was pressing at her portal, ramming past her entrance, stretching upward as he brought her down his shaft.
“What the fuck were you doing?” he whispered, leaning into her, his hips beginning to hammer against her, his mouth just above hers, still tight, his teeth bared.
Jolie quivered against him and lifted her legs, clinging to his hips and pressing her chest against his to force him back and give her room to move, but he wasn’t having it.
He jerked and tunneled, so close she couldn’t drag in enough air. Her head swam, her eyes filled, and only when the tears streaked down her cheeks did he lower his head and cover her mouth.
But he didn’t deepen the kiss. His eyes were open, those blue orbs glaring.
She blinked to meet that stare, but couldn’t stay stubborn for long because she was coming—fast, hard, her body vibrating and writhing against his in the shallow space between him and door.
The sound of her thrashing, knocking against the door, was overloud, masking her gasps and whimpers.
When she finally hung limp against him, he came out of her and let her slide down to the floor.
He stepped back, stuffed his swollen cock into his pants and zipped up. “Don’t go out tonight. You be here. We’re not done.”
*
“And he slammed out?” Lucy asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“So loud there were shouts from the neighbors.”
Lucy had brought Jolie her coat and purse. “Mike read me the riot act while you two were doing the vertical mamba. Couldn’t tell if he was really mad or just trying to be mad for Gabe.” She wrinkled her nose. “Guess it’s good either way. I’m getting a spanking.”
Jolie laughed, her belly unclenching for the first time in an hour. When she dried her tears, she gave Lucy a rueful grin. “I don’t think I needed the shoes to get his attention.”
“Better keep them on until after he gets back here. Just to remind him of the fact you’re one sexy woman. You gonna be okay?”
Jolie nodded, suddenly feeling exhausted. She’d sleep until he got there. She’d need her strength. And her wits.
She’d never seen Gabe that angry. He might be mad enough to call it quits.
Well, she’d be ready for whatever. At least the question of where their relationship was headed would finally be answered.
*
Gabe opened her apartment door and eased it closed behind him, careful not to make a sound. His shift had dragged, every minute scraping his nerves, because he wanted nothing more than to get back to Jolie and punish her for doing something so incredibly dumb.
Didn’t she know what could have happened if he hadn’t been there? She wasn’t some professional dancer who knew what buttons to push with those guys. She was fresh, innocent meat. In way over her head. And she’d teased those men to the edge.
He still shook with rage at the memory of the guy who’d grabbed her tit. He’d bet money he’d left a bruise on her soft flesh. And the one who’d risen and tried to pull her from the stage—well, he hoped like hell he had more than a bruise for breaking the rules. Mike assured him he’d cracked a rib or two when he’d taken him to the ground as Gabe wrestled Jolie out of the bar.
They’d run by the bar after they’d left Jolie’s apartment, just to make sure everything had quieted down. Guppy had told him never to let his girlfriend give him a present like that again. He couldn’t afford it.
They’d gotten the full scoop, how Lucy had paid so Jolie could dance, how Guppy had watched for the men for just the right moment for Jolie to make her debut.
God, she’d been a sight, teetering on those ridiculous shoes, looking scared but determined, her dusky skin gleaming with health and vitality.
No wonder the men had gone nuts. She’d shimmied and shook with every nervous breath, her generous breasts trembling, her hips jiggling. Fuck. He’d had a hard-on all night, much to Mike’s amusement.
And Mike had gotten an eyeful of Jolie’s attributes and couldn’t stop the sexual innuendoes, asking if Gabe was hungry for some “milk and cookies”. And wondering what they’d registered on the Richter scale with all the rumbling and banging coming from Jolie’s building.
Yeah, Mike’d had a great time at his expense. But the wait was over.
Jolie lay on top of the comforter, a throw draped over her body, those damn heels sticking out from the bottom.
Gabe stripped quietly, and then approached the bed. Without waking her, he slipped off the heels then slowly dragged down the comforter, smiling grimly when he discovered she was naked—except for the gold pasties on her tits.
Time for his bad, bad girlfriend to wake up and earn her punishment.
He lifted his arm and smacked the mattress hard with the flat of his hand.
Chapter Six
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Jolie jackknifed upward and started screaming.
But Gabe was ready, coming down on top of her squirming body and clamping a hand over her mouth. He held her pinned to the mattress until she recognized him.
Her eyes widened then narrowed into angry slits.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he ground out. Slowly, he pulled away his hand.
Jolie smacked the side of his head then pounded his shoulders with her fists. “What the fuck? What the fuck! What kind of knucklehead wakes a woman like that?”
Gabe held still, her puny punches working to relieve a little of his anger. When she slowed, he rolled to the side, braced on one elbow and drawled, “You done?”
Her fist landed one more time on his shoulder then she pulled back and sniffed. “I guess.” She glanced down the bed and pulled up her feet, staring at them. Her animated expression dimmed.
He wondered about that, thought maybe she’d been planning some grand seduction wearing only the stupid shoes, but she wasn’t the one in charge now. Gabe held still, waiting for her heart to calm and waiting for her to figure out he still had an agenda.
Jolie pulled her gaze from her feet and pushed back her hair, looking at the ceiling, the clock beside the bed. Anywhere but at him. At last her breaths calmed and she turned her head toward him. “You still mad?”
The wary edge in her voice pleased him. She knew she’d gone too far. Pushed every one of his buttons with her crazy-ass stunt.
He didn’t answer and kept his expression shuttered, wanting her to know how furious he was and needing to hide the fact his body was so tight, so aroused he could hardly wait to slam inside her.
She didn’t need to know that. Not yet.
There was a little matter of punishment to get past. “Did you like it? Flashing your tits for a roomful of horny drunks?”
She had the good grace to lower her gaze, her anger draining out of her expression to be replaced with something else—a hint of shame.
“Yeah, look ashamed, baby. You gave it away.”
“It’s mine to give,” she said softly, still not meeting his gaze.
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
Her lips firmed, and her gaze shot back at him. “Well, it’s not yours. You don’t want me. You haven’t laid claim to any part of me.”
> “You don’t think so? It’s not me in your bed every night? Me fucking you until you scream and wrap yourself so tight around me I can’t breathe?”
“I give it to you,” she said evenly, just a trace of a quaver in her voice. “But it’s not yours to keep. You don’t want me to belong to you, remember?”
Gabe released a deep breath. She wasn’t crying. Wasn’t yelling. And yet he felt as if his heart had been ripped from his chest. Didn’t she know how much he loved her?
His throat closed, a lump burning at the back. No, she didn’t. He’d never said it. Hadn’t let himself think the words. But they were there. Burning to get free.
How did she feel about him now? Did she even want him in her life anymore?
“Jolie…”
Her lips twisted, and the liquid appeal of her dark eyes cut him. Jolie stretched her arms around him and rolled into him, a thigh lifting to cling to his hip. Her breasts snuggled against his chest. She hiccupped and her back shook, but she didn’t let out another sound as she hid her face against his chest.
She was crying. And he wasn’t retreating.
Instead, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, shushing her, murmuring into her hair. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. It’s all fucked up. And I did that. I pushed too hard. Went too far.”
“Yeah, you did,” he whispered.
“I couldn’t leave well enough alone, and now you’re gonna leave me because I can’t stop crying.”
“What you need, baby,” he said, gently kissing her temple, “is something to cry about.”
She sniffed and pulled back her head, confusion in her eyes. “You gonna give me something else to cry about?”
He brushed her lips with a soft caress. “Something we both want…” he said softly then firmed his voice to add, “something you’ve earned—because I’m not over being mad.”
She swallowed, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You’re not makin’ a lick o’ sense.”
“You’re crying on my chest, sorry for what you did. But I’m still mad as hell and needing to let loose a little on you. I’m ready to talk, baby. After.”
“After you punish me? And why in hell would that be something you think I want?”
He lowered his voice and drawled, “Because you like it when I’m rough.”
Jolie’s chest rose as her breath caught. “God, you did not just growl at me.”
“Let me do this,” he said, pressing another kiss against her cheek, the curve of her jaw. “Let me have you. We’ll talk. Promise. No more quick escapes.”
Her eyelids lowered to a sexy droop. “Just how mad at me are you?”
“Baby, I’m shaking.”
“Can we negotiate this punishment?”
“What are you offering?”
“A blow instead of a spank?”
“I was thinking I’d give you one, and you’d beg forgiveness with the other.”
A tiny smiled tipped up the corners of her mouth. “Jolie never begs.”
“Jolie will be on her knees, happy to do whatever I want her to do.”
Gabe wasn’t the only one quivering now. Her belly jumped and shivered, her legs slid restlessly beneath his. “Do I have to take it without complaint? ’Cause I don’t think I can.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t fight.”
“Oh gawd!”
He smiled but kept it from reaching his eyes, liking the distress rounding hers. Jolie wasn’t afraid. She was horny. Her scent deepened, having grown muskier in the last few seconds, and her breaths came in jagged little pants.
“You have the advantage. You’re sprawled all over me. How’m I supposed to fight?”
Gabe inched an eyebrow upward. “Think it matters? I’m still gonna win.”
“You’re so sure, get off the bed and give me five-second head start.”
“Deal.”
He gave her lips a smack then rolled off the bed, putting the width of the mattress between them as she stood on shaking legs on the opposite side.
She darted from the room, her footsteps slapping the wooden floor.
“Five!” he shouted, and charged after her.
“Cheater,” she said breathlessly, running through the living room toward the kitchen. “Was not five seconds!”
Gabe reached out and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
Her feet pummeled his ankles, but he didn’t flinch as he walked with her back toward the bedroom, carrying her at his side.
She wriggled like a fish and finally escaped his grasp, running in front of him, gasping with laughter.
He didn’t run. He stalked her, coming into the bedroom as she rounded on him, her chest heaving, those shiny little pasties glittering in the light from the hallway. She turned and jumped into the middle of the bed, trying to make it to the other side, but he caught her ankle and pulled, bringing her crashing down on the mattress.
Before she could get her knees under her, he crawled right over her ass, pressing her down. When she lay panting beneath him, he whispered into her ear, “Gotcha.”
Jolie squirmed and tried to elbow him, but he adjusted, wrapping his hands around her wrists and stretching her arms wide. Her struggles left his hardened cock wedged between her buttocks.
Jolie blew out deep, ragged breaths. “So what are you gonna do now?”
“Not me,” he said, nuzzling the side of her neck. “You.”
Her head tilted away, encouraging him to explore. “Want that blow now?” she moaned.
“Uh-uh. I want you to reach up the bed and grab two pillows.”
“Why should I help you?”
“Because if you don’t, I won’t be happy.”
“And you think I care?”
Gabe bit her shoulder. “I know you do, baby.”
“I hate you,” she said, a hint of tears in her voice. “Sometimes, I really do.”
“I know that, too. Goes with the territory. Now, reach.”
He let go of her wrists, and she reached up, snagged a pillow and pulled it toward them. Then she went back for the other.
“I’m gonna back up,” he said evenly. “But only to give you some room.”
“You think I won’t make another break for it?”
“Baby, you’re so horny now, you’ll do anything I want. Tell me a lie and deny it.”
Jolie pressed her face into the bedding. “Fucker,” she said, the words muffled.
He grinned and backed up to his knees. “Pile the pillows in the middle of the bed then lie facedown over them.”
Jolie glanced warily behind her, a frown bisecting her forehead. “Just how hard a spanking am I gonna get?”
“What do you think you deserve?” he asked, giving her a stern glare. “You shook your ass and flashed your tits at a crowd of strangers.”
She bit into her bottom lip.
“That’s right. Get good and worried, but better make it snappy. I don’t have all night for you to make up your mind that you’re better off obeying me now.”
“I’m not a doormat, Gabe.”
“Never thought you were, babe. Too sassy to be anyone’s doormat. Even if I do expect you to be nice to me. We both like it when I’m happy.”
“You’re full of yourself, you know that, right?”
“Cocky. Yeah. Cocked and ready.”
Her gaze snapped to his dick, and her chest expanded around a deeper breath. She swallowed hard and turned away, piled the pillows one atop the other then slowly draped herself over them, her fine, rounded ass on display.
He crawled closer and placed a hand on her bottom, liking how she gasped and jerked, and he hadn’t even swatted her yet.
He dipped a finger inside her and swirled once, just to “test the waters”. She was juiced. Hot. Fragrant. “Better than cookies, baby. Better than cookies.”
“Or a goddamn muffin?”
“Don’t give me any ideas.” He nudged a knee aga
inst her splayed thighs. “Spread ’em.”
She groaned and hid her face in the bedding, but she widened her knees. The action parted her pussy lips.
Gabe wanted nothing more than to bend low and suckle those smooth, dark lips, but he’d have to be strong. He ringed his cock and took several deep breaths, waiting as he got control of himself again.
Her bottom wiggled. “Well?”
“You anxious to get spanked?”
“I’m anxious to get what’s coming to me after!”
Gabe crawled beside her, lifted his right hand and gently caressed both globes. Her cool bottom jumped, but he massaged her, waiting until she relaxed again.
Then he lifted his hand and swatted her. The slap stung his palm.
Her back arched, and she pushed up on her arms to turn her head. “That hurt!”
“Did it hurt enough?”
She swallowed hard, and her pussy clasped and released, making a lush, wet sound she couldn’t refute. Jolie took a deep breath and held his gaze. “Do it again.”
While she watched, he lifted his hand and smacked the opposite cheek.
She flinched and bit her lip. But her bottom lifted higher. “Again,” she said, sounding strangled.
Gabe bent, kissed her ass, and then straightened, holding her smoldering dark gaze as he struck her several more times, so hard her bottom jiggled and her body jerked.
“Fuck, Gabe,” she breathed.
“Are you okay?”
“I wanna cry, but I want you to fuck me more.”
His balls tightened at the sound of her voice, thready and rasping, aching need in her eyes and her reddened, bitten lips.
He palmed her pussy, rubbing in the fluid he’d coaxed from her body. He thrust two fingers inside, satisfied with the swift, hard clasp of her cunt, but he only meant to wet the fingertips. He trailed them upward to the small, furled hole, and ignoring her swift intake of breath, circled it, teasing it then pressing to enter.
“No, you didn’t,” she moaned.
“Gonna tell me no?”
She faced the headboard, her back trembling.
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