by Nikki Chase
“Yes.”
“What is it ?”
I hesitate. “You’re going to… spank me .”
“That’s right, angel. Get on my lap,” Gabe says as he pats his thigh .
“Yes.”
I’ve seen this on… uh, various sites on the Internet… that I just happened to stumble upon. I’ll just have to lie across Gabe’s lap .
As I bend down, Gabe says, “Not there .”
He grabs my waist with his strong hands and positions me so I’m straddling his thigh. My body lies along the same thigh and my head rests on the bed behind Gabe’s back .
He pulls the hem of my dress up until the red fabric bunches up around my waist. My lace panties are kind of see through, so he can see my ass right now .
Maybe there’s no reason to get embarrassed because I’ve already seen Gabe’s cock, but I’ve never taken any article of clothing off for any man before. My heart beats so hard I wonder if Gabe can feel it pulsing against his thigh .
He pulls my panties down to expose my ass and pussy, then without a warning, his palm lands on my ass. Smack !
Even though I knew Gabe was going to do that, I still cry out in surprise .
“Scream all you want,” Gabe says darkly. “It only makes me harder .”
I clutch the bedsheets with my fingers and stiffen my muscles, bracing myself for more pain .
But instead, Gabe lightly caresses my ass cheek, soothing the stinging pain and turning it into warm, almost-pleasant tingles .
As Gabe’s hand wanders over my pussy lips, the pain vanishes and my body floods with warmth. I can feel myself growing wetter. Am I staining Gabe’s jeans ?
Just when I start to relax, Gabe gives me another smack, and I start to scream in pain. But as my hips buck from the spanking, my soaked lower lips rub against the rough denim of Gabe’s jeans, and my scream ends with a gasp .
“What just happened, angel?” Gabe asks in a teasing voice that tells me he knows exactly what has just happened. “Is it starting to feel good ?”
“Yes,” I answer softly as my cheeks flush with color. I’m glad Gabe can’t see my face right now .
“It’s not supposed to feel good. It’s a punishment,” he says sternly, even as his hand spreads warm tingles all over my ass and pussy. “But since you’ve been such a good girl, you can grind yourself against me if you want .”
Before I can stop myself, my hips rock back and forth against Gabe’s thighs. The pressure builds in my core, and I pick up my pace .
This is definitely not most graceful thing I’ve ever done, but I don’t care anymore. Gabe has gotten me hooked on his intoxicating concoction of pain, pleasure, and dominance, and all that matters is chasing the next high .
“That’s right,” Gabe says in a sinister voice. “Hump my leg like a bitch in heat .”
Gabe’s degrading words only fuels my desire, and I grind myself more shamelessly .
Smack!
Smack!
Gabe spanks me twice in a row. It looks like I’m not the only one getting worked up here .
He rubs my stinging skin but before I get any real chance to recover, Gabe spanks me two more times .
Gabe pulls my hips back so I stop grinding, and he runs his fingers over my wet folds. “Looks like you’re ready to be fucked, angel .”
I shriek as Gabe leans me back on the bed and turns me over on my back. I can still feel the sharp sting of his palm, and my skin burns hot and sensitive now against the soft hotel bedsheets .
He puts his knee between my legs, forcing them apart and getting on top of me. I didn’t know it felt so vulnerable to be underneath a man, knowing how much bigger and stronger he is. He can do whatever he wants to me .
He yanks off his shirt, revealing a broad chest and a set of six-pack abs. I’ve seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Never like this. I was usually watching from a distance, unable to touch him or even hope to see more of his golden skin .
I watch as he removes his jeans, mesmerized. The shadows from the dim lighting dance over his hard body with every little movement he makes .
He’s beautiful. And this beautiful creature is about to claim my untouched body for himself .
The thought excites me as Gabe leans down to ravish my mouth with his lips, his tongue, and his teeth. I can only lie back and open up for him, letting him overwhelm my senses .
“Are you ready?” Gabe asks as he pulls away, both of us panting with impatience .
My core is molten lava, my pussy muscles are clenching around air, and my clit is aching . “Yes .”
Gabe grabs a condom from the nightstand and quickly puts in on, then he reaches down and lines up his cock with my opening. The spongy head pressing threateningly against me .
I’m scared .
But I want this .
It’s never going to get more perfect than this .
Maybe I’m going to struggle my whole life, trying to find a man who could fuck me like Gabe could, but I don’t care .
I want Gabe to be the first man inside me .
Gabe pushes inside, and I wince as his thick cock stretches me .
“Is it really going to fit?” I wrap my hands around Gabe’s strong, muscular arms so tight my knuckles are turning white .
“Of course it is.” Gabe’s forearms are on both sides of my head, surrounding me, making me feel small and protected. He strokes my hair .
I gasp as he slides a little deeper and look down. This hurts like a bitch !
“Look at me,” Gabe says, making me meet his gaze as he pulls out and thrusts in a little deeper. “Don’t think about the pain. Just look at me. Relax .”
I listen to Gabe’s advice and loosen my muscles. I open myself up further, spreading my legs wider even though the pain makes it feel counter-intuitive .
“Good girl. You’re going to be okay. Bite my shoulder as hard as you want if it hurts,” Gabe says soothingly, even as his cock is tearing me into two, inflicting the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life .
Tears escape my eyes, gliding down my temples and seeping into the bedsheets .
I pull Gabe down and put my teeth on his solid, muscular shoulder. Like he asked me to, I bite down hard. It feels like Gabe’s rubbing sharp shards of glass into my pussy. I have to fight through this pain .
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Gabe says as he stills .
I let go of his shoulder and lay my head down on the bed. I look into his eyes. What’s going on ?
“I’m all the way in, angel,” Gabe says .
“Really?” I ask in disbelief .
It still hurts, but now that Gabe is not moving, it’s a lot better. Instead of the sharp, debilitating kind of pain, now it’s just the dull, throbbing kind of pain .
“Yeah. I told you it would fit,” Gabe says with a wicked smile. “I’ll take it slow. Let me know if it hurts .”
I nod .
“Use your words, angel. Don’t forget our rules .”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Gabe shifts a little, and I gasp at the spark of pleasure in my center. That’s… different. I kind of like it .
As if he can hear my thoughts, Gabe’s lips spreads into a cocky smile .
Just as he promised, Gabe pulls back slowly and slides back in. It gradually feels better and better, until my whimpers turn into moans. Soon, I have my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands pulling him down into me .
I cling desperately as Gabe pulls away, but his hand on my belly keeps me flat on my back as he gets up onto his knees. He puts his finger over my clit, and a more familiar kind of pleasure floods my insides with warmth .
“Come for me,” Gabe orders as he rubs my clit harder and fucks me faster .
As if entranced, my body involuntarily shudders. Waves of happy chemicals spread from my core to my toes and the tips of my hair .
At the edge of my consciousness, I’m aware of Gabe thrusting into me again and again with more and more force.
His violent pumping prolongs my climax, pushing me into orgasmic bliss .
This must be heaven .
Gabriel
J olts of pleasure shoot up and down my body as an explosive orgasm rushes over me. Before I can stop myself, I grind against Jacqueline’s tight pussy, squeezing out every last drop of cum .
Slowly, I return to reality. My pulse slows down as I regulate my breathing .
“Are you okay?” I tuck Jacqueline’s hair away from her damp forehead. “I didn’t mean to get carried away .”
“Yeah,” she says as she looks up at me with a big smile on her beautiful face .
This is not the first time I’m taken aback by the way she looks at me. It’s not just satisfaction in her big doe eyes. Deep in those pools of blue, something lurks .
It scares the shit out of me, but at the same time it sucks me in deeper and deeper. Like a sailor who’s heard the mythical siren song and succumbed, I’m probably fucked and I don’t care .
“Did it live up to your expectations?” I ask .
“No. It was better.” There’s sincerity in her voice, and again I try to tell myself that I’m being crazy .
There’s nothing sinister about Jacqueline. She’s just a beautiful girl who happens to be a virgin and, for some reason, I’m the lucky bastard she chooses to give her V-card to .
Just enjoy the tight pussy and don’t overthink .
Her muscles suddenly clench around my cock and she shudders deliciously in the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. Still hard, I thrust into her. She moans and bites her bottom lip, then she begs me with her eyes for more .
“What is it, angel? You want me to keep fucking you?” I ask .
“Yes.”
“Say it .”
“I want you to keep fucking me .”
“Say please .”
“Please keep fucking me .”
Jesus, this girl is going to be the death of me. I’m already getting hard again from that look of pure lust on her face, and it’s been years since the last time I had the appetite for twice in a row .
If she’s going to milk me dry, I’ll die a happy man. So who cares? I’ll fuck her again and again until it’s time to go back to work again if she wants me to .
* * *
“W hy do you live here, Gabriel?” Jacqueline’s laying on her side with an elbow on the bed, propping up her head with her hand .
The way her tits hang seems infinitely interesting to me. I can’t stop staring at her soft, creamy skin and her hardened pink nipples .
After hours of intense fucking, we’re finally tired enough to stop and order room service .
So, why do I live here ?
“Because room service,” I say .
Jacqueline laughs, a melodic sound that pulls out childhood memories from the recesses of my mind, for some reason .
“No, I mean, your dad lives here in San Francisco, right? I hear he has a big mansion .”
“Yeah, he can be overbearing so I’d rather not live with him .”
I surprise myself with my answer .
I usually dismiss personal questions with jokes. Normally, I’d answer by saying I’ve grown tired of living in mansions and I want to slum it for a change—I’d probably get a laugh out of that, and it would give me the opportunity to change the subject .
“I know what you mean,” Jacqueline says with a sigh. “My family’s super overbearing, too .”
“Yeah. I got out of it by telling my dad I’m trying to see what it’s really going to be like, to live here again on my own .”
“Oh, you’re thinking of coming back for good?” she asks .
“Well, the whole reason I’m back here is because my dad wants me to work here where the pay and the living conditions are better.” I pause when I realize Jacqueline wouldn’t know what I’m talking about, so I add, “Eight years ago, I joined the Peace Corps and went to Africa. I ended up staying there to work for various NGOs and hospitals .”
She nods, as if she already knows about my background. I’ve always felt like Jacqueline knows a lot more about me than she lets on, but that’s probably just a paranoid thought .
I mean, anybody can find out all that stuff with a quick Google search. Lots of people Google the people they date, right ?
Maybe I’m just looking for her flaws, searching for excuses to burn whatever we have to the ground .
The truth is, she makes it hard for me to leave, when it used to be a simple, clear-cut decision. And it terrifies me that I feel that way after spending such a short time with her .
I mean, what was I even thinking, luring Jacqueline into a hospital room with me so we could fuck? I was already risking my reputation for her. I can’t trust myself with these feelings .
Jacqueline asks me more questions about my family, and I tell her about my mom and dad. In turn, I ask her to tell me about her family .
Her dad’s not around, and she lives with her mom and her brother, but that’s about all she’s willing to tell me. She gets evasive when we get into details. It sounds like she’s the only one in the house who works, so she might be embarrassed about that .
The food comes, and we have a lively conversation about work and life. I feel like I can tell her anything, and I do .
I don’t usually let my guard down with my fuck buddies, but that’s not all Jacqueline is. I have a feeling I’m going to hate myself if I let her go. I’ve never felt such magic in my life .
We get closer over the next few days, and the magic only grows stronger .
We fuck a lot, and we go on real dates too. Short, intense dates limited by our long work hours and peppered with interruptions from our pagers .
The long absences only make things better when we do meet. Neither one of us sleeps much when she visits me at the hotel. (She never takes me to her place .)
Whatever time we have outside of work together, we spend fucking and talking. The days blur together as infatuation and sleep deprivation dominate my mind. I stop paying attention to the changing days .
But all that talking has barely scratched the surface. It’s like both of us are scared of probing too deep, terrified we’re going to find something that destroys the magic .
But it’s time to talk .
She needs to know what kind of a person I am .
I hurt the people who get close to me. I’ve even killed someone .
Maybe there’s darkness inside me. The same darkness that compels me to treat her like a whore in the bedroom. She needs to know I’m damaged. Dangerous .
It terrifies me that I keep pushing and pushing her boundaries. She seems to like it, but it would be wrong for her to place so much trust in me, because I don’t deserve it .
At the same time, out of my own selfishness, I don’t want to lose the control over her body that she offers up to me every time we meet .
But I need to say something now. We need to come clean .
She hid the fact that she was a virgin from me and I almost hurt her. What if our secrets implode and ruin what we have when we’re already too intertwined ?
No. Now is the time for a serious conversation .
Jacqueline
“W here are we going?”
“You’ll see,” Gabe says as he pulls me by the hand. He’s been acting different all night, all quiet and brooding. It makes him appear more mysterious, even in his casual black shirt and jeans .
I look around me. Just long hallways lit by cool fluorescent light—not too different from what I see at the hospital all day, but I didn't expect The Excelsior to have this kind of stark, spartan service corridors .
“How do you even know the way ?”
“This is my dad’s favorite hotel in the city. I spent a lot of time in this building as a nosy kid. Segregation by class used to be a big thing back when this hotel was erected, so there's a ton of these narrow hallways for housekeepers and other service staff to use. You’ve got to love old buildings .”
He pushes a do
or that opens into the fire escape stairs. The light above us isn’t working, so it gets darker and darker as we climb up .
“So people just let you poke around while they were working ?”
“My dad has always been a pretty important man. Underpaid hospitality staff don't want to risk causing offense to a man like him. Besides, people often don’t pay much attention to kids .”
A door creaks as it swings open, pushed by Gabe’s strong hands. The moon illuminates his magnificent form at the doorway and spills the rest of its light onto the emergency staircase. From down here, he appears powerful and almost picturesque, like a Greek God in a painting .
A cool breeze caresses my arm as I climb up to the top of the stairs, where Gabe's holding the door open for me. It feels refreshing on a warm night like this. My knee-length floral circle skirt blows in the wind .
My breath catches in my throat when I realize where he's taken me .
It’s the balcony at the top of the hotel where we first met—it wasn’t really our first meeting, but it was as far as Gabe is concerned .
Still, I’ll never forget that night. The first night Gabe looked at me with desire in his sharp, green eyes .
Just like that night, the moon hangs low in the sky, as if its fullness has made it heavier. But the hall where the award event was held is dark and quiet tonight .
It makes for a surreal atmosphere. It reminds me that not too long ago, I was overjoyed to have Gabe’s gaze on me. But tonight, that doesn’t feel like enough anymore .
I thought I’d be happy for the chance to spend any time with Gabe, but I’m greedy. I’ll admit it. I’ve experienced more amazing things than I could’ve imagined, and they’re still not enough .
I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough, when it comes to Gabe. It feels like no matter how much time I spend with him, I’ll still want more. I’ll still crave him when he’s gone .
And he will be gone .
There’s no way for this to end happily. Things are way too messed up for that. When It happened, I knew I had to let go of any illusion that I was ever going to be with Gabe .
Of course that wasn’t my first thought when the cops kicked Sam’s bedroom door open and I saw him lying on the floor… but the thought did occur to me at some point that same night. In my defense, Gabe was right there with me, so naturally he was on my mind .
