“She’s pretty sexy.”
He tilts his head. “Do you find her attractive?”
“Yeah. Who wouldn’t?”
“Maybe a gay man. Or a man completely absorbed by the woman in front of him.”
I laugh. “Cute answer. Last I checked I’m straight, but I’d climb all over her.” I lift my eyes up to him. “With permission of course.”
Gabriel laughs. “You’re getting the hang of this, aren’t you?”
“I think so.”
“So.” He leans in closer. “You’d like to be with Nicole?” I pause for a moment, noting how his tone changes. “Because if you do, I’ll arrange it.”
“You want to see me with someone else?”
“A woman? Sure. I’d enjoy watching you kiss her, caressing her tits, licking her pussy. I’d hold you down while she fingered you and sucked on your clit. I’d teach her how to make you come so hard you wouldn’t be able to think straight.”
“Mmm, that sounds nice.”
“Want it?”
Swallowing hard, I watch as Nicole saunters back toward us. “Not tonight.”
“No?”
“No. I’ve been waiting since the day I met you for this night, and I’m not sharing. In fact,” I twist around so that I’m facing him. “I’ll never share you.”
“What if I request it of you? What if I tell you that you’ll watch me fuck Nicole?”
In spite of the wetness forming between my legs, I realize I would hate that. “With all due respect, sir, I would lose my shit.”
Gabriel grins, gently pinching my chin. “Have no fears, ma petite. I will give this cock to no one but you.”
I relax just as Nicole reaches us, carrying a tray with a shot and a cigar on it. “For you,” she says, handing it to me.
My eyes shift up to Gabriel. “You want me to smoke a cigar in front of my coworkers?”
“Yep.”
As I glance at Nicole, she holds a lighter out for me. I shift my gaze to my coworkers, all blissfully ignoring this interaction, wrapped up in their own conversations. Even Sara’s attention is held by Jamie. I pick up the cigar, put the tip in my mouth then lean forward as Nicole lights it, puffing to get it to light.
Nicole steps closer to me, so close our tits are nearly touching. “Can I tell you something?”
“Sure.”
“You are so hot,” she whispers.
“Thanks. So are you.”
She glances at Gabriel. “Any chance you guys play well with others?”
I wait for a response from Gabriel. “Give us your number,” he says.
“Done.” She picks up a napkin, scribbles her number on it then presses it into my hand. “If I wasn’t working right now, I’d be all over you.”
“Yeah, these are my coworkers, or, um…” My eyes shift to Gabriel who nods. “I’d make out with you.”
Nicole grins. “Maybe next time.”
“Yeah.”
As Nicole walks away I take a long drag on the cigar then blow the smoke out. “Doesn’t watching me with this make you want to smoke?”
“No, it makes me want to fuck the life out of you.”
“Well then, let’s get to that.”
“Let’s.” He takes the cigar from me and dunks it in his beer. “Say goodbye to your friends.”
My legs feel shaky as I walk around saying goodbye. When we get to Sara, she hugs her brother, then me, as we watch the two men in our lives shake hands. Sara winks at me as we walk out, and I shake my head.
Outside, I wait for Gabriel to open the passenger door and for me then slide inside. I’ve never noticed how soft the leather seats are until now or what kind of car it is. He must be doing very well in his job.
“Maserati?” I ask, as he joins me on the other side.
“That’s right. My treat to myself for all the years of hard work so far.”
“It’s beautiful and very sexy. Just like its owner.”
“Thank you. It’s much better now with you in it.”
Reaching over, I rub his thigh. “Maybe you’ll fuck me in it someday.”
“I would love to.” He smiles at me. “I noticed you didn’t seem surprised when the waitress blatantly hit on you.”
“It happens a lot.”
“Women?”
“Yeah. I don’t know what it is about me. Maybe I give off some kind of vibe I’m not aware of, but she’s not the first.”
“You definitely give off a vibe. A sexy, confident, bad ass vibe. It’s infectious, apparently to men and women alike.”
“That’s sweet.”
“It’s true.”
After leaning back in my seat, I rub my hands along the leather. “Can we stop at my place first to feed Vixen?”
Gabriel chuckles. “Vixen has been taken care of. Don’t worry.”
“Right. Sorry. I’m just used to—”
“I know, mon amour, but I’m here now, and I’ve got you.”
“This is new.”
“Everything with me will be.”
I nod and just try to enjoy the ride to his house. This is my first time seeing his space. I wonder what it’s like. Sexy like he is, or super bachelor style, just thrown together with a mattress on the floor. Something tells me, it’ll be a nice place.
We pull into the complex, and I have to hold back my giddiness. I’ve always wanted to see the inside of these since they were built. It’s my favorite part of town, and Gabriel lives right in the middle of it.
“We’re here.” He pulls into his garage and shuts off the car.
“Nice place.” I hope I sound cool even though I’m a nervous wreck inside.
“I think so.” He gets out of the car then opens the door for me. As I step out, he presses into me, gazing into my eyes. “I’ve been waiting to having you here all day.”
“Me too, Gabriel.”
“Before we go in, I need to remind you of a few things.” I nod. “Remember who is in charge.”
“You are.”
“Do you speak without being asked?”
“No, sir.”
He smiles. “Now, about consent. Let’s talk about—”
“I’m all in, Gabriel. I consent to whatever—”
He stops me, putting his fingers over my lips. “Listen to me.” I nod. “You don’t know what I plan to do to you, so this is something we need to cover. This weekend won’t be like anything you’ve ever experienced. I guarantee that. I will push you to the edge of your capacity. So I need you to give me a word you want to use when you need a moment to breathe.”
I need a moment right now. I have no idea what to say.
“Mia? A word.”
“Um.” I blink several times trying to ground myself then rub my forehead. “What about trust? You said I could trust you.”
“You can.” He rubs my cheek. “I need a word that helps me understand the difference between wanting more and needing to stop. It can be anything, just something you’ll remember even when you’re under duress.”
I nod, thinking through my vocabulary for a moment. “Prada.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Prada?”
I grin. “I’m obsessed.”
“Prada it is then. Come inside.” He grins. “If you’re ready.”
“I’m ready, Gabriel.”
At least I think I am.
Gabriel opens the door to his apartment and as we enter, he steps behind me letting me walk into the interior first. As predicted, it’s stunning, beautifully designed, and sexy as fuck. My boots click on the hardwood floors as I progress, taking in the leather furniture, glass and chrome, and deep colors. It’s a very masculine place, but not so much that I don’t feel comfortable here.
“What do you think? Would you like to spend the weekend here?”
I turn to find him standing directly behind me. His expression reminds me of a predator surveying his prey.
“I would.”
“Good, because I wasn’t about to let you leave.” He takes my handbag from me and se
ts it on the table. “Now, follow me.” Taking my hand, he leads me down a hallway and into his bedroom. It’s so beautiful, I actually smile. His bedding is a deep blue and so plush, I want to jump in and bury myself in it. Everything is sleek and modern and suits Gabriel perfectly. The room smells like him, clean, sexy, exotic. When I turn to face him, he’s watching me.
“Come.”
I follow him into the bathroom where it’s all white and marble and chrome. Above the freestanding tub is a gorgeous chandelier that Gabriel dims as he starts to draw a bath. I start to remove my sweater, but he shakes his head making me pause.
“I’ll do that.”
“Um, okay.”
He runs his hands through the water as I wait patiently behind him, and then he turns toward me. When he stands, my stomach feels like it’s competing in the Olympics for somersaults. Gabriel walks toward me with hooded eyes and a slight smile on his lips.
“Raise your arms.”
I nod, following his direction. He tugs on my sweater, pulling it over my head. As he lets it fall to the floor, he runs his fingers over my bra, gently tickling my nipples through the lacy material, eliciting a sigh from my lips. Next he unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down until he reaches my boots. He smiles, helping me to sit on the small chair in the room. I watch as he gently removes each boot then pulls my jeans off each leg. I’m not sure what to think about all this gentle sweetness, but I’m positive it isn’t going to last or I wouldn’t need a safe word.
Gabriel pulls me back to a standing position then silently continues the task of undressing me by unhooking my bra. He lets it fall, squeezing my nipples before kneeling just enough to slide my panties off. Opening a drawer, he pulls out a clip that seems familiar to me, then pins my hair up. When I’m completely naked, he takes my hand, helping me into the bathtub where I sink down in the steamy jasmine scented water.
“Relax here while I prepare.”
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
“Don’t touch anything. You understand.”
“I won’t. I’m in the tub.”
“I mean anything of yours. I will wash you when I return.”
“Got it.” He smirks and I quickly correct myself. “Sir.”
Laughing, he exits the bathroom and I lie back in the tub, enjoying this posh treatment. I could get used to this, but I won’t. I can’t put my guard down. I already know what Gabriel wants is sexual pleasure only. Besides, women like me don’t fall in love. I don’t even know how.
A few minutes later, he opens the door and enters, completely naked now, and I gasp when I see his amazing body in full glory.
“I love your body,” I murmur, then cover my mouth. “It just slipped out.”
He grins. “It’s okay. I appreciate the compliment.” He walks closer to me. “Do you know why I work out and stay fit?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“So I have the stamina when I need it.” He grins, kneeling down so that we’re face to face. “I’ve been saving it all up for months now, waiting for a woman worthy of my time and talents. That woman is you.” He picks up a washcloth and the bottle of body wash. I watch as he pours some on the cloth then rubs it together to create lather. As he drags it down my back, I close my eyes. No man has ever done this to me before. Gabriel methodically washes every part of me, down to my toes, before asking me to stand up. When I do, he runs his soapy fingers in the crevice of my ass before moving to the front and delicately washing my pussy. His face is close enough to taste me, but he just washes me. When he is done, he taps my leg.
“Rinse off.”
I nod, kneeling down in the water as he uses the washcloth to rinse me. When he finishes, he helps me out and wraps a big white towel around me that is so plush, I feel like I could sleep in it. He pulls the clip out of my hair then runs his fingers through it for a moment.
“Go lie on the bed. I’ll be out in a moment.”
“Okay.”
I walk out to the bedroom and climb in the bed, waiting patiently for him. He returns a few minutes later carrying a small bottle in his hand, then pulls the towel off of me as he starts to massage lotion over every part of me. This is strange, but wonderful, at the same time. He’s making it really easy to do things his way right now. After a few minutes, he sets the lotion down on the nightstand, and hovers over me.
“Now, mon amour, the moment we’ve both been waiting for. Open your legs.”
I can barely breathe from the anticipation overtaking me as I spread my legs. Gabriel drags his fingers over my pussy, causing me to flinch, then abruptly walks into his closet, leaving me panting with desire.
When he comes back out, he’s carrying a long metal bar in his hand and several other ominous looking items.
“I thought you weren’t going to tie me up.”
He tilts his head at me. “Did I ever say that?”
“No, I guess not.”
“No. Did I say you could speak yet?”
“I’m sorry. I’m so excited I forgot.”
He puts the items on the bed. “Your enthusiasm is appreciated, and you will need it to get through the night.” I swallow hard as he locks one of my ankles in the bar, then the other, testing my ability to get out of them. I try to close my legs, but quickly realize the purpose of the bar is to prevent me from doing so.
“Mia…” he hovers above me, gripping my chin. “I have wanted to do this to you since the moment I saw your face.” I nod, staying silent. “Present your wrists to me.”
I put them out in front of me as Gabriel flips me over onto my stomach with one quick move. Pulling my wrists behind me, he shackles them together with something that feels like cold leather.
“You won’t be free until I say so. You understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
His fingers dig into my ass before he pulls me up and twists me around so I’m sitting up now. He walks into his closet again coming out carrying a velvet bag of items. He sets it on the bed and opens it slowly. The first item he pulls out appears to be a paddle. I gulp when I see it, wondering how he’ll use it. Next he pulls out a small whip. My eyes shift up to his as he smiles.
“Are you nervous?”
“No.”
“You’re sure?”
I nod. “Absolutely.”
Reaching in the bag, he pulls out another small package, holding it up to me. “Nipple clamps.”
“Oh.”
“This will get us started.”
He pulls a tag off the paddle. “All of this is new, Mia. It’s never been used on anyone before. Do you know why?”
I shake my head.
“Because you are special and precious, and I would never touch you with anything that has touched another woman, an inferior woman to you. You are the first woman in this house. You will be the first woman I fuck in this bed. You will be the only woman…” He pauses, cupping my cheek.
“Sir?”
“The only woman to wake up beside me since before I went to Paris.”
“I’m honored, sir.”
“I just want you to understand that you’re special to me.”
“Thank you.”
I realize the sweet words are over when he shoves me back so that I’m lying down, and then climbs on the bed above me, straddling my waist as he puts the nipple clamps in place. I squirm beneath him trying to make my arms comfortable.
“Don’t move, Mia.” He tugs on the nipple clamps making me moan. It hurts, but in a good way. Gabriel moves up my body until he’s right above my mouth, his dick dangling above me. He grabs my hair, twisting it in his fingers and shoves my face toward his cock. I open wide, eagerly sucking what I’ve been waiting all day to get my hands on. Gabriel moans, forcing the entire length down my throat. We went from soft and sweet to aggressive in about three seconds. Still recovering from the swift change in pace, I try to catch my breath as Gabriel face fucks me at full force.
“Don’t make me come, Mia, or I’ll be forced to reprimand you.”
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sp; I don’t know how to process what he just said. He’s the one fucking my mouth, not the other way around. How do I make sure he doesn’t come?
I squirm away trying to twist my head and get him out of my mouth, but he shoves his cock in again, pumping even harder. That’s when I realize the goal is to punish me. The more I fight it, the more I’m gonna get it. When I peer up at him, he’s grinning, and tugging on the nipple clamps. He’s so fucking sexy.
“Don’t make me come,” he whispers.
Fixing my eyes on him, I bend my head back just enough to get him further down my throat and suck him with all my might. He scoots up, burying my face in his cock and balls, so I suck those into my mouth. Then as he scoots up even more, I press my tongue on his backside, and his moans encourage me.
“Jesus, Mia,” he grunts as he moves back spraying warm liquid on my chest. “You fucking made me come.”
“I couldn’t help it. Your cock is too amazing.”
“Well, you’ll pay for it.” He flips me over onto my stomach as his fingers slide between my legs. I feel him get off the bed for a moment before returning, then hear the familiar hum of a vibrator before he shoves it under me pressing it against my clit. He grips my neck, pulling my head back as he whispers in my ear. “Don’t come, Mia, or it’ll be worse.”
I groan. “But, sir—” My words are halted as his hand comes down on my ass. I blink rapidly as my flesh stings.
“Were you saying something?”
“No, sir.” As the pressure between my legs builds, I decide it’s time to go big. I’m already going to get it, and right now, I can’t think of anything I want more. “I’m gonna come.”
“I said no.”
Closing my eyes, I brace myself for what I’m about to say. “I don’t give a fuck, Gabriel.”
Before I can even assess his reaction, he has me flipped over and on my knees. Picking up the paddle from the bed, he holds it in front of me. “Beg me to use it.”
His voice has taken on the sound of a low growl sending shivers of desire through me. I decide to defy him one more time because the combination of lust and shock in his eyes drives me wild.
“I will not beg you.”
“You will, Mia. If you want this cock in you tonight, you will beg me to show you what I’m capable of. Now be a good girl and beg for this leather on your flesh.”
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