“And that’s a compliment?”
“Yes.” I lean back in my seat. “Some people chase storms, Mia. They’re exciting, stunning, and there’s always just a hint of personal danger.”
She’s silent for a minute. “So, you think I’m dangerous to you?”
“Considering I haven’t stopped thinking about you for even five minutes today, I’d say yes.”
The silence lingers until she breaks it. “I have to go, Gabriel. I have a ton of work to do.”
“What time do you get off?”
“Five.”
“Okay. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“You too.” I start to hang up when I hear her voice again. “Gabriel?”
“Yes, Mia?”
“I kind of like that you called me a storm.”
“I kind of like that you are a storm. Turns out, I’ve had too many sunny days, and I was due for a little rain.”
“Talk to you later.”
“You will.”
Hanging up, I try to wipe the smile off my face and focus on the rest of my day. In just a few short hours, I can get my hands on her again.
JESUS CHRIST. HE called me a storm, and I fucking liked it. What really gets me is that he admitted he spent all day thinking of me. Same here, I wanted to say, but I’m not giving up that kind of power yet. I already gave in to his ridiculous demands. Covering my face with my hands, I sigh. This is not like me. I run shit, not the other way around. I hate, absolutely hate when men refer to women as girls, yet I let him talk to me like I’m some kind of disobedient child. Why?
“Ugh.”
“You okay?”
I look up to see Michelle, the coworker that sits across from me, standing up, peering over the wall at me.
“Oh. Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Okay. All I can hear is mumbling, sighing, then you said ugh really loud.”
I glance around for a moment before smiling. “Just a lot on my mind.”
“Do you need to talk? I’m a good listener.”
I could just imagine her face if I told her what I’ve been through since Saturday night. “Thanks, but I’m good.”
“Okay.”
She sits down at her desk, and I do my best to get back to work. In just a couple of hours, I’ll be home again, and waiting to see what Gabriel does next.
LATER THAT EVENING, after a shower, I sit nervously on my sofa, trying to distract myself from the constant stream of Gabriel thoughts. Every conversation, every touch, every glance replays in my mind. I keep checking my phone for a call or text, which annoys the fuck out of me, but I can’t stop myself from doing it. I shake my head, as I run my fingers through my hair. I’m acting so basic right now. He’s pulled the rug out from under me, leaving me lying on the floor, and I don’t have any desire to get up and walk away.
I wish he would call. I wish he would stop this endless torture of waiting for him. I wish— My thoughts are interrupted by the knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, I stand and walk over, trying to exude the calm I don’t feel. After checking the peephole, I open the door as my stomach does a somersault.
Gabriel stands in front of me, torn jeans, black sweater clinging to his muscles, and desire in his eyes. Without a word, he steps in, grabs me by the waist, and kisses me so hard, I gasp for air against his mouth. He kicks the door shut with his foot, backing me up to the sofa where we fall onto it, our hands exploring each other as we kiss with a passion I’ve never experienced. This goes on for several minutes, and when he moans against my lips, a wave of warmth spreads through me. He bites my bottom lip, sucks my tongue into his mouth, and kisses me like a woman should be kissed. Moving down, he kisses my neck then pushes my t-shirt out of the way to nibble on my breasts. As I drag my fingers through his hair, he whispers all sorts of words in French and sinks his teeth into my breast, causing me to suck in my breath.
Suddenly, he’s hovering above me, searching my eyes. “I waited all day to do that.”
Catching my breath, I ask, “Kiss me or bite me?”
Grinning, he replies. “Both.” He climbs off of me to sit up. “Stand up, Mia.”
I notice right away how his voice takes on a sinister tone. He’s going to start bossing me around, and dammit, I’ve been waiting all day for this.
“Make me.”
He tilts his head. “Are you sure you want me to do that?” Thinking about that for a moment, I decide against it, and climb off the couch. “Good girl.”
“I don’t like it when you say that.”
“You’ll get used to it.” He reaches up, fingering the hem of my t-shirt. “Take this off.”
I comply, pulling the shirt over my head. “You’re gonna have a mark where I bit you.”
“I imagine that was your intention.”
“No more talking, Mia, unless I say so. This is a lesson you need to learn.” I raise an eyebrow, but remain silent. Why, only the devil himself knows. “Step closer.” I do so as he reaches up, caressing the spot where his teeth marks still linger. “If I could, I would spend the night marking all this pretty skin. Do you know why?”
Because you’re a freak? I shake my head no.
“Because I never want there to be any question of whom you belong to. You understand that, right? You belong to me now.”
I let that idea sit with me for a minute. Why doesn’t it piss me off? Maybe he put some kind of fucked up curse on me. That’s the only reasonable explanation for this. I don’t belong to anyone.
“Mia?” My eyes shift back to his. “Answer me.”
“What was the question again?”
“You understand that you belong to me?”
Don’t give in. Not yet. Don’t give up your power. “No.”
Gabriel smiles, pulling me closer by the waistband of my shorts. “Oh, Mia. You do like to test me, don’t you? Kneel.”
A flash of anger spreads through me. “No.”
“Mia,” he repeats, far more sternly. “Don’t push me. You will kneel either by your choice or by my demand.”
“Are you a dom?” I blurt out. “Just tell me. I can’t take the guessing.”
“A dom?” He towers over me, and as I peer up at him, he has an expression on his face that can only be described as determination. Placing his hand on my shoulder, he starts to push me in an effort to get me to my knees. “Stop resisting. You’ll be so happy if you do this for me.”
“How?”
“Because you’ll be pleasing me, and that makes you happy. You know it does.” He grips my chin, squeezing tightly. “It doesn’t make you weak, Mia, giving in to me. It doesn’t make you weak at all.”
“What does it make me?”
He gazes into my eyes for a moment before he answers. “Mine.”
“What if I don’t want to be yours?”
“I’ll give you the same choice I gave you earlier. Do as I say or tell me you’re done.”
I examine my feelings for a minute, averting my eyes. I can’t let him leave, but letting him stay is challenging me beyond any place I’ve ever gone emotionally. What would happen if I did it? If I knelt before him?
“Look at me.” I do, holding his gaze, as his eyes soften. “If you can trust me, if you can follow me, I’ll lead you to untold pleasure. I’ll push you past boundaries. I’ll reveal desires you didn’t even know you had.” He cups my face. “You think you’re giving up something for me, but you’re not. You’re opening yourself to experiences you cannot even imagine yet.” Leaning down, he kisses me softly. “Will you follow me?”
“I need more explanation. This whole good girl and no talking rules, I need to understand why. You can give me that.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Are you a dom? Is that what I’m signing up for?”
“Why can’t you just trust me?”
“Why can’t you just answer me?”
He studies my face for a minute in silence. “If I say yes, I am, are you just gonna freak out and run?”
/> “Do I look like I’m gonna freak out and run?”
“Stop answering me with a question.”
I grin in response, crossing my arms. “Okay, Gabriel. I think if you’re gonna boss me around and make me eat and tell me not to talk, then the least you can do is tell me why and let me process that.”
He sighs, dragging his fingers through his hair. “Fine, Mia. Yes, I’m a dom as you like to label it, although you may still not know what that truly means since everyone is different. Now that you know I’ll ask you again.” He reaches out and cups my cheek. “Will you follow me?”
Gazing into his eyes, listening to his words, the answer comes to me. I have to. I have to do this, and dammit, I fucking want to. “Yes, Gabriel.”
He smiles. “Yes, what?”
“I’ll follow you.”
“Good.” He tilts his head. “Then you know what to do next.” Swallowing hard, I slowly sink to my knees, waiting for his condescending words of praise. “Bon travail, ma petite.”
“What does that mean?”
“Good job, my little girl.”
“Is it hot for you to think of me as a child?”
“I don’t think of you as a child. What kind of sick fuck do you think I am?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ll define it for you soon enough.”
As I wait, he pulls off his sweater causing me to gasp. Are you fucking kidding me? His body is… fuck me. I’ve never seen… God. I can’t even think straight. He’s so sexy, toned, with arms so amazing, I can feel my insides clenching in response. The tattoo covering the upper part of his chest on the right side looks like some kind of compass from where I sit. Whatever it is, it’s hot as fuck. I think I might’ve just ovulated. I try to avert my eyes, but his voice commands me otherwise.
“Uh uh, keep your eyes on me.”
Forcing my eyes up, I watch as he starts to unbuckle his belt. Oh Jesus. We’re gonna fuck. I want it so bad, I can barely breathe. When he unzips his jeans and lets them fall, he’s not wearing anything underneath. Is there no end to this man’s sexiness?
When his cock is fully revealed, I actually sigh and bite my lip. He walks toward me, putting it right in my face.
“Do you know what we’re gonna do now?”
Shifting my eyes up, I answer. “Fuck?”
He shakes his head no, filling me with disappointment. “Have you earned that yet? Do you deserve to have this inside your pussy?”
I would sell my soul to get it. “I’m guessing the answer is no.”
“That’s right.” He bends down so that he’s face to face with me. “Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“Dammit, Gabriel.”
“How much, Mia?”
“Just tell me what you want.”
“I want you to tell me how much you want this cock. I believe I’m being very clear.”
“You want me to beg?”
“Did I ask you to beg?”
I huff in frustration. “No.”
“No. What did I ask you?”
“How much do I want your cock.”
“Right. I’m still waiting for an answer.”
As his eyes bore into me, I realize with a great deal of alarm that I am so turned on right now, I would suck his toes if he asked me to, and that’s fucking gross.
“I want it…” I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “So much… I’ll do anything you want.”
He smiles then caresses my cheek. “You are so beautiful, Mia. Your face, yes, but your spirit amazes me. I know this is hard for you, but you’re making me so happy.”
I’m confused by his sudden gentleness, but know it’ll be short-lived. “Thank you.”
“Open your mouth.”
A flood of heat rushes through my core as soon as I hear his demand. I immediately do as he says, waiting for more. He sits on the sofa in front of me, stroking his rock hard erection.
“Come and get your cock.”
I scoot across the floor with my mouth still open, then rest my arms on his knees. Up close, it’s even thicker than I thought, and even with my vast experience, I’m not sure I can handle it.
“Mia?”
“Yes?”
“Do a good job. Give me something to carry me through tomorrow.”
I nod, then drag my tongue slowly along his shaft. He sighs, closing his eyes briefly, but then opens them again, watching me as I do my best to suck him fully into my mouth.
“Jesus, Mia,” he sighs. “So good. Your mouth… damn.”
Time to pull out all the stops. Pushing his legs farther apart, I bury my face in his balls, licking and sucking them, and the space beneath them. As he moans in pleasure, I grab his legs, pulling him forward so I can get my mouth on everything of his. While I suck his balls, I stroke his shaft with both hands. Except for heavy breathing, he’s silent now as his hands tangle in my hair. I move up, sucking his cock into my mouth with as much force as I can summon. I swirl my tongue up and down and gently drag my teeth over the tip while keeping my eyes locked on his the entire time. Gabriel responds by pumping his hips, slowly fucking my mouth.
“Stand,” I murmur in between sucks.
Without missing a beat, he does so, and I crawl beneath him where I can suck on his balls, grab his ass, and suck his dick. He grabs my hair, twisting and pulling my face closer so that I end up deep throating his cock. When I make a slight gag noise, he groans, so I make another one.
“Jesus, Mia, fuck. I’m gonna come. Ah, fuck, I’m gonna come so hard.” I gaze upward maintaining eye contact while I suck him. His moans intensify and when his thigh muscles clench, I brace myself as warm liquid fills my mouth. He watches me with hooded eyes as I pump his cock, milking every drop from him. After a moment, he kneels down in front of me, just gazing into my eyes. Using his thumb, he swipes it across my bottom lip.
I want him to talk, but he doesn’t. He’s just watching me with that intense expression he gets.
“Gabriel—”
“No,” he interrupts. “Not yet.” He runs his hand over my hair, then leans forward and kisses me softly, so gently, it blows my mind how he can switch back and forth so easily. He finally speaks. “I have to go now.”
“What?”
He stands up and grabs his jeans. “You heard me.”
Wait. We’re not fucking? I’m so confused right now. Shifting back, I sit on my butt, trying to make sense of this.
“Why?”
“I don’t have to tell you that.”
“What’s wrong with you? You don’t make any sense. We just had such an awesome moment and you’re leaving? You’re just using me for blow jobs? I think you could get that without investing so much time in me.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not about blow jobs, Mia.”
“Then what is it about?” I stand up, covering my bare chest with my arms. “Tell me.”
He pauses and I can see his chest rise from his heavy breathing as he puts his sweater back on. “I have to get up early tomorrow. I’ll call.”
“Don’t bother.” I grab my tank top from the couch. “Just get the fuck out of my house.”
He glares at me and stomps out, slamming the door behind him. I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but I know one thing for sure. It’s the last time he’s going to use me.
FUCK! STANDING IN Mia’s driveway, I rub my forehead. I lost my composure and blew it, but I had to get some space. I couldn’t process what was happening to me. The thoughts going through my mind didn’t make any sense to me. Now she’s pissed, and I don’t know what to do.
I get in my car to leave, but I can’t do it. I take a deep breath and try to get my head together. I’ve never met anyone like her, and I for damn sure have never had a blow job like that. If I drive away now… I shake my head. What if she won’t see me again? I don’t think I can just walk away knowing she exists. Knowing how close I am to making her mine. Now
that I’ve had a taste, I have to get her. I have to.
Swallowing my pride, I get out of the car again, and walk back to her door, preparing for the anger I know I’m going to get. I deserve it at this point.
I knock on the door and wait a moment. When she doesn’t answer, I knock again. Trying the door I hope she hasn’t locked yet, it opens, and I let myself in to find her sitting on the couch, staring at the wall in front of her.
“Get out,” she says, calmly.
“No.”
“I don’t want you here anymore, Gabriel. I’m done.”
“Mia, look at me.”
“No.”
Walking over to her, I sit next to her on the couch. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? Treating me like a whore?” She glares at me. “Like I’m just some bitch you can come and use whenever you want? Because if that’s what you think of me, you can go fuck—”
I pull her into my arms and kiss her, interrupting her comment. She resists, but then slowly relents, allowing me to pull her even closer.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur against her lips. Pulling back, I gaze down at her. “I don’t think of you that way at all. I came back because you deserve better than what I just did.”
“Why did you leave like that?”
I know if I have any chance of keeping her, I need to be honest right now. “You excite me, Mia, so much I needed a minute. What you just did to me…” I nod. “Honestly, best of my life. I got overwhelmed.”
“By me?”
“Yeah.”
She pulls out of my arms. “You think I’m stupid, right? You think I’ll just fall for anything you say. Did you practice that?”
“I’m serious. The truth is you’re not like any woman I’ve ever gone after. I like women who give in to me.” I laugh softly. “Correction. I did like that until I met you with all your fire and defiance. I want to break you down, tear you apart, expose every little piece of you that you hide. I want your tears, your laughter, your moans of pleasure, all for me. I want to see you tied to my bed with marks all over that pretty skin that I put there, and I want you to want it, Mia. I want you to ask me to push you, to bend you, and ultimately, to break you. I want you to be so obsessed with me that the first thought you have and the last are of me. I don’t think you’re stupid. I don’t think you’re weak. I don’t think you’re a whore. I think you are…” I pause, trying to find the right words while Mia stares at me with her mouth open. “I think you are the one woman in this world who can bring me to my knees, and I want to see that happen. I want to see what we do, where we go with this. I want to hear you say, Gabriel, I belong to you. I am yours.” I cup her cheek and she lets me. “I want to hear you ask, how can I please you today. Gabriel, I just want to be good for you. I want to hear you say…” I stop again, as the thought comes to me, but I push it down. “I want your devotion, Mia.”
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