A Dominant Man (56 page)

“Anyway,” I continue, “I’m still upset about your attacking him. I know he was out of line, but you’re above such violent behavior.”

“No,” he says sternly, “Not when it comes to protecting what’s mine. You are mine.”

“Yes, I am, wholly,” I reply with utter certainty. “Why was Liam there?”

“He follows me wherever I go. He was probably watching from the Land Rover and came to help him.”

“Help him?” I ask with shocked confusion.

“Gabrielle, I’m trained to kill a man. If Banks hadn’t stepped in, who knows what could’ve happened. I haven’t felt such rage since I was a boy. It actually terrified me.”

“I trust you not to take it too far,” I rub his forearm, draped over my shoulder. “You have a good reign on yourself.”

“Or so I thought.”

“Does he go everywhere you go?”

“Yes, everywhere.”

“Is he here? Downstairs, I mean.”

“Yes.”

“Oh,” I utter, turning back to the trance-inducing fire but keeping my legs curled up on his lap.

“Does that bother you?”

“I feel bad for him,” I shrug. “He’s always waiting around for you.”

“It’s his job.”

“I suppose it is.” This reminds me of my name issue. “Speaking of his job. I don’t want him to refer to me as miss. I feel more comfortable with plain, old Gabrielle.”

“I prefer he didn’t, but if it will please you, I’ll allow it.”

“How generous of you,” I reply mockingly.

“Very, considering I could simply say no,” he replies, sober in tone. I pause and turn back to him to study his face. When I trace the ghost of a smile, I relax back into my nook.

“What happened with Olivia and Dante?”

“In short, I informed them our relationship was over.”

“No more Olivia?”

“No more as far as a personal relationship goes. I will only deal with her if it pertains to business.”

I breathe a sigh of relief and roll my head back onto his shoulder, watching the enchanting glow of the fire. “What about seeing her at family get-togethers?”

“I’ll behave courteously, no more, no less.”

“I can’t say it upsets me, but how does it make you feel?”

“Betrayed.”

“What a fucked situation this is,” I state, shaking my head lazily. “Are you going to tell your parents?”

“No, that would kill them and could possibly expose our demented affair.”

“Demented?”

“Yes. I was wrong about what we had. I guess I couldn’t see that until I was looking from the outside in. On top of the relation, I was too young and stuck in an extremely dark place. She took advantage of my situation, of me.”

“Yes, she did,” I agree, placing my hand over his heart, staring up at him lovingly. “Dr. White asked me if I would return for another session and invited you to join me.”

“How thoughtful of him,” he replies sardonically.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “I’m sure he could really help you. He’s a specialist in sexual abuse and childhood trauma. Now that you’ve admitted it, you can heal from it. Will you join me?”

He tenses, his face emitting consternation and irritation. I kiss his cheek, and he eases, sinking into the couch.

“I’ll talk to your Dr. White.” He takes in a long breath. “I don’t want to avoid myself or the pain anymore.”

“Oh, Damian!” I throw myself at him and fling my arms about his broad, sculpted shoulders, digging my face into his neck. He holds me to him, placing a hand on the crown of my head and back. I kiss and pet him enthusiastically. I bathe his neck and face in soft, tender pecks.

“I love you, Gabrielle.”

“I love you, Damian,” I murmur between kisses. When I pull away, he has an enormous grin and admiring eyes.

“I can’t wait to get you home,” he whispers and comes in for a long, deep, slow oral caress that sends me bouncing off the walls. My grasp stiffens, and I haul myself into his hard, wanting body. I shift onto his lap, and his firm erection pokes into my hip, twitching happily when I bite down on his supple bottom lip. He groans, and I tug sharply, aroused by his consuming need for me.

He snaps his teeth down on my upper lip, biting and suckling on it hungrily, holding us in that delicious, stinging lip-lock. It shoots electrifying surges of pulsating streams down to my moist slit, and I writhe on his lap, ass grinding into his solid, heavy length.

I rip away panting and eager, needing him far inside me, filling me until it burns. I gaze at him from under lowered lids, finding his emerald stare fixed on mine with a darkness radiating from their green depths. I shudder when I sense something dangerous in his presence. His tense body and fiery eyes exude this unsettling danger. He is the wolf, and I am his prey, the innocent doe inviting him to feast upon my flesh.

“Nice to meet you, Hunt.”

He smiles his sexy wolfish grin with that menacing undertone, and I shiver.

Great Sexpectations

“S
tand,” he orders with a raspy voice. I obey and jump to my feet, facing him. “I want you to undress with the exception of your jewelry, heels, and stockings.”

He sinks back into the couch, legs spread casually, sipping on his wine, watching me absorbedly. He presses a button on the touchscreen sitting on the cushion next to him and changes the song to Zola Jesus’s ‘Tower’.

I reach under my arm and slowly drag the pull-tab of the side zipper down, listening to the course sound of the metal teeth lightly grating together. I allow the white chiffon dress to fall open and flutter to the floor.

I reach behind me, tugging on the black satin ribbon of my corset, nimbly loosening the binds and then leisurely unhooking the front snaps. I free the last one and strip myself of the binding medieval bodice, dropping it on the floor beside my clumped up dress. I unclasp the snaps on my lace stocking tops and turn my back to him, slithering my fingers into my panties, and shimmy my hips as I take them down.

I bend over, giving him a sneak preview of the goods. I run my hands up the back of my legs, straightening my stockings, teasing him. I seductively smile at him in my exposed state, and he scoots to the edge of the couch, reaching out to me. He slides a thick finger into my wet entrance and swirls it around, flicking my clit with his thumb. My head flies back, and I moan loudly, but the ecstasy is short lived. He rips his hand away and thrusts the glistening finger into his mouth, sucking me off, moaning while he takes pleasure in my flavor.

“Delicious,” he purrs.

I smirk at him coyly and lick my bottom lip, knowing how much it turns him on. He seizes one of the straps from the back of my garter, towing it toward him until it’s taut and releases, allowing it to snap back. It makes sweet contact with the center of my right cheek, leaving behind a hot, stinging reminder of my station. I bite down on my bottom lip and clamp my eyes shut, whimpering at the fine line between pleasure and pain, ecstasy and agony.

“You’re being a disobedient little girl, and I won’t stand for it.” He thrashes his hand across my rear, and I let out cry of unadulterated carnality. “Straighten up and turn to me.” I stand and face him. “Refill my glass, gorgeous.”

He hands me his nearly empty crystal wineglass, and I take it into the kitchen to pour him another. He watches every move I make, intently studying every bare inch of me. My heels click against the hard wood floor as I saunter about. I grab the open bottle off the bar, filling another glass, and head back over to him. I hand it back, and he takes it with a nod.

“I want you on your knees, facing the fireplace.” I drop to my knees facing the blazing fire.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking in the golden glow of firelight. There’s a heavenly radiance about you. You’re my savior, my ethereal angel sent to bring me into the light.”

I gasp at the abrupt change in tone. He loves me so much he can’t help but worship, even when he’s attempting to debase. I look over my shoulder from doe eyes and whisper the one word I know will bring him back, “Master?”

He peers at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes and a sensually kinked smirk. “I almost forgot myself. You do this to me.”

He fists his hand into my hair at the nape of my neck, stridently yanking my head back. He looms over me, piercing me with his amorous eyes, and then smashes his demanding mouth onto my parted lips. He thrusts his delish, pink tongue into my mouth, and I meet it with the same relentless rhythm, swirling and probing the opening slightly, teasing and enticing him to ravage my mouth further.

He heeds the call and devours my mouth with an aggressive, messy touch that leaves my lips burning and clit pulsating. He grips my chin, keeping me in place, and fucks my mouth with his tongue, tasting me, savoring me.

He hauls himself away, chest heaving erratically, eyes wild with sweltering desire. He releases my head, and I look back at the fire flailing and crackling, the only source of light in the dim apartment.

The song changes to a sluggish, carnal beat. I recognize the song, ‘Obsession’ by Animotion, but it’s a cover, a dark rendition weaving a sensual web that entraps me in its intricate design. An ominous, husky, male voice sensuously declares his possessive desire for another, willing them to give in to him. 

Suddenly, a
smooth, thin material slides over my head and down to my neck, where he tightens it. I glance down at the blood red tie adorning my neck, hanging between my breasts, running down my tummy. The tip gently rubs against the vibrating lace panties, tickling the sensitive flesh beneath. I whimper and delicately run my nails along the length of my thighs, awaiting his next move on bated breath, with desperate anticipation clenching my abdominal muscles in the most delightful way.

Hunt slowly rises to his feet, grasping the end of the tie, and slowly walks toward the hallway. He leaves me no choice but to follow on hands and knees. I crawl behind him, across the cool wood surface, with my head down and my heart beating a million miles a minute.

Why does this turn me on? Why do I enjoy being degraded in such a fashion? Truth is I do, and I don’t care why. I want this. I need this
.

He leads us into the bedroom as I keep my focus on his shiny black dress shoes. He sluggishly saunters us onto the soft fibers of the bedroom rug, leading me over to the foot of the bed. He pauses then gently coaxes me off the floor by the necktie. I rise to my feet, still staring down at the floor.

He struts over to the nightstand, and I hear a cling as the glass of wine is set down. He saunters back over to me, clasping my biceps, and guides me onto the bed. I sit with my legs crossed over the edge, hands placed in my lap with my fingers entwined nervously.

He sweeps a finger under my chin and tilts my face up to his.

“Muffin?” he inquires.

I shake my head vigorously from side-to-side, and he grins down at me approvingly, tracing his finger along my jawbone. I lean my head into his touch, and he cups my face with his strong, large hand, admiring me with sexual fascination.

I exhale a shaky breath, gazing back up at him with a determined innocence I know will drive him over the edge, and nuzzle my face into his palm. He nods his head, and I shift mine, taking his thick, bulky thumb into my mouth, drawing on it as if it were his fat cock. I twirl my frantic tongue about it, cradling it in my warm, soft mouth, sucking ever so gently.

When he attempts to pull out, I suck harder, nipping the pad with my teeth. He moans and yanks it out of my moist grasp, taking my hand and giving it a firm tap. I smirk slightly, and I think I spot a tinge of one spread across his sumptuous lips.

“You make this quite difficult.”

“What did I do?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

“You know your crime. You’re just asking for a severe spanking.”

“I’m begging for it,” I retort, licking my lips and gazing from hungry eyes.

He reaches into his pocket, and the subtle vibrations of my panties go off, causing a delectable tingling sensation against my hypersensitive clit. I fall back on the bed, allowing the teasing pulses to overcome me, and they amplify to a mind-blowing rate.

I bow as my fingers claw frantically at the ridiculously soft, black satin sheets. They clasp on and pull as the vibrations rise and fall, prompting me to do the same. My muscles clench and release with each orgasmic wave. I writhe for him, his dangerous gaze fixed on me as I wildly thrash before him, satisfaction emanating from that cocky grin I haven’t seen in a while.

He revs the pleasing panties into a maddening speed, and I can’t hold on any longer. The intoxicating mix of relentless pulsations and his scrumptiously boastful expression, drive me over the razors edge until I fall helplessly, shaking and twisting as the sensational orgasm renders me powerless. I cry out, “Hunt,” and collapse onto the bed.

I’m gasping for air, eyes shut tight, when he hauls me up by the tie. I rise, my head lazily hanging back, too heavy in my sedated state as he brings my mouth to his. He traces the opening with his tongue and dips it in, superficially probing and tempting me. I whimper at the contact and part my lips slightly, giving him greater access to my tongue and waiting mouth.

I nip at it with my lips, and he lets out an animalistic growl, attacking my mouth with a savageness that arouses and terrifies me. He breaks away and pushes me back onto the bed.

“Lie in the center.”

I scoot my body up, and he grabs my ankles. The next thing I know, I’m flipping over onto my stomach, and my legs are forced open wide.

“Extend your arms out over your head, so your body resembles an X.”

I place my arms out and lie my cheek on the soft sheet. I feel the leather binds clasp about my ankles then my wrists. I tug on them, but it’s useless, I’m restrained, completely immobilized. I lie helplessly on my stomach, bare-assed and panting.

He removes my heels and tosses them aside. They make a clunky noise when they hit the floor. He pinches the toes of my stockings and pulls them off, the thin, silky material easily sliding through the restraints.

His lips are on my calves, feeling their way up to my thighs, stopping at the crease below my ass. He runs his tongue along the responsive flesh, and I clench tight at the alien feeling.

He moves back down to my calves and works the other stem, licking the pleat once again under the cheek. My back arches, and my butt muscles clasp together. I hear him chortle with a sinister air, and I gasp.

“Keep your head turned to the right, and no matter what, remain this way.”

He shifts off the bed, leaving me wanting while he moves steadily about the room. I shut my eyes and silence my breathing, focusing on the noises he makes. The sound of the cabinet unlocking and the doors creeping open shoots euphoric flashes of pleasure and fear through my coveting body. When they shut, my breathing quickens.
I am aware of every movement he makes, the sound of his heavy footsteps on the hard floor, his rapid breath and my own, the bed creaking as he kneels beside me.

Abruptly, I’m overcome with a myriad of feather lite kisses along my spine, and I squirm, yanking on my restraints in a desperate attempt to coil my body. They glide over my bum and along the crack.

I clench my buns together, and those feathery kisses become a swarm of stinging hornets as the object in question comes down on my rump with a firm, reprimanding snap. I’m unable to keep myself from peeking at the source of my biting pain. I turn my head, discovering a black suede-strapped flogger with tiny beads strung at the ends and a braided leather handle, clamped firmly in Hunt’s hand.

“Don’t move…or else,” he warns.

I unclench and ease as he continues his tantalizing assault on my extremely responsive skin. He guides it down the backs of my thighs and knees, and I twist violently at the overwhelming tingle. He only descends further to my calves, and I know exactly where he’s headed.

He teases the suede ribbons over the bottoms of my feet, and I squeak impishly, kicking my legs as best as I can. I cannot take it, and I giggle erratically, arcing my torso as I fight the torment of the gentle strike on my ticklish feet.

In the middle of my hysterics, I snort loudly, and he halts his attack, falling over on the bed, laughing spiritedly. I look at him with a mocking annoyance and join in.

“Jerk,” I exclaim, and he rolls over, still chuckling, and kisses the side of my face. He lingers and inhales deeply.

“Mmmm, coconut.” He nuzzles his face into my hair. “You smell like paradise.”

“I need you. Don’t keep me waiting,” I plead.

He sits up, rising off the bed, and I notice he’s already half-naked, his cut torso proudly displayed, the well-defined V showcased by the low-fitting black dress pants. I study the way they hang off his hips and toned rear. He’s so tasty I actually lick my lips as I scan his chiseled form.

He lithely unfastens the button with one hand, while the other unzips his fly. He allows his pants to fall to the rug, and his thick, lengthy cock springs free and hangs under its weight. As I ogle his delicious form, my heart beats erratically, and my mind goes blank. He crawls onto the bed in all his naked glory and kneels beside me, peering down from narrowed eyes with a scowl on his cum-inducing face. I shiver.

I am helpless. I have no way of escaping. I am subject to whatever he has in store for me. I watch him in my confined state, waiting, wanting, with a breathlessness that leaves my head spinning. I am in a thick sexual fog, and I desire nothing more than to give into the darkest part of him and his depraved fantasies.

He reaches out and securely clasps his hands on my rear, kneading and groping in deep strokes. I sink into the softness of the mattress, my body easing with each fondle of his demanding hands. He palms the plump flesh with loving care, but his fingers grasp with a raw intensity that causes me to become alert, aware of his immoral intentions.

“I am going to punish you now. Do you understand why you are being punished?”

“Yes, I do.”

He removes a hand quickly and slaps me on the ass with a firm palm.

“Yes
, what, Gabrielle?” he growls.

“Yes, M-Master,” I reply with a shaky voice.