Constant Craving [Rapture Island 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (30 page)

Setting the vibrator aside, he fucked her harder. “How dare you think to tell me to stop! It’s
my
fucking clit and I’ll do whatever I want to it.” He slapped her ass, heating first one cheek and then the other while she fought to get away, his thrusts never faltering.

The heat, the domination, the wickedness of his attention, all served to drive her higher. The knowledge and security of being with a man who could truly handle her most decadent desires turned her into a creature of need, a primitive woman rendered helpless by the demands of her man.

Her man.

“This ass has teased me enough.” Gabriel turned the vibrator on again and touched it to the hook, sending vibrations along the metal hook and into her ass.

Stunned, alarmed, and thrown into a world of sensation that left her reeling, Kelsey let out a hoarse cry as the combination of Gabriel’s thrusts and the vibrations rippling through her ass sent her soaring. Every muscle in her body tightened as she screamed his name again in ecstasy.

The most sublime tingling raced through her, leaving her weak and trembling. She gasped at the sensation, and couldn’t seem to get enough air into her lungs.

Gabriel released her hair from the rope, holding it fisted in his hand as he thrust into her again, and just as swiftly withdrew. “Be still.”

The cold command in his tone had her clenching at emptiness, her desire for him never wavering no matter how limp and weak she became. “Gabriel, please. I can’t—Help me.”

Gabriel met her gaze in the mirror, his eyes hard and cold. “I’ll help you, darling, but you’re going to have to focus. Let me get this hook out so I can fuck your ass.”

Kelsey whimpered, her ass clenching at the thought of his cock pushing inside her, but the look in his eyes told her he wouldn’t tolerate any more objections, so she remained as still as she could to appease him. “Oh, God.”

Her thighs, soaked with her juices, quivered as he worked the ball out of her, another whimper escaping at the sting as the metal ball attached to the end of the hook passed through the tight ring of muscle.

Gabriel rubbed her ass cheeks, his eyes sharp on hers. “That ass is really sensitive, isn’t it, my pet? It’s going to be stretched more when I work my cock inside you.”

Overcome with pleasure, weak and a little scared of having her ass taken, Kelsey folded her arms in front of her and buried her face against them, bracing herself for his invasion.

“No, Kelsey.” Gabriel tugged her ponytail again, forcing her head up. “I want to see that face when I take your ass. Yeah, keep that face and this ass up in the air.”

Kelsey had no choice. Her body did whatever Gabriel wanted from her even before she decided to do it. Stunned, she found herself unable to fight his control over her increased her sense of vulnerability, making her even more dependent on his guidance.

Shivering when the head of his cock pushed against her puckered opening, Kelsey couldn’t hold back a tortured moan as it began to enter her.

Alarmed by the absolute dominance of the act, and shocked by the feel of Gabriel’s cock forcing the tight ring of muscle to give way, Kelsey lost all inhibition and cried out, shaking helplessly.

“Gabriel!” Her cry of need and desperation seemed to echo in the room. “Too hard. Too hot.” Gabriel’s cock felt so different than the steel hook. Alive and throbbing, it burned as it entered her, the bumps and ridges she could feel through the condom stroking her inner walls as it stretched her. “It’s so big. Gabriel, I’m scared.” Still, she pushed back against him, her ass clenching and the inner walls tingling with the need to be filled.

Her choked cries continued as the head of his cock worked its way deeper, chills going up and down her spine at the raw sexuality of having her ass impaled by Gabriel’s thick cock.

“I’m here, baby. You’re safe with me. You know that, don’t you?” His voice, low and with a barely contained rumble, soothed as it flowed over her, the gentleness in it unlike anything she’d ever heard in a man’s voice before.

Holding her hips steady, he withdrew slightly. “You’re mine. I wouldn’t damage my property, now would I?”

The slight teasing in his tone eased some of her trepidation, giving her back some of the courage she’d lost when he’d begun to take her.

He always seemed to know exactly what she needed.

The hard edge of possessiveness, though, kept her tense as she faced the inevitability of being fucked in the ass as hard and as long as he wanted.

He wanted her in the most primitive way he could take her, and she found, to her surprise, that nothing less would do for her.

She wanted to give everything to him, and needed him to take her this way, and make every part of her his.

“That’s it. No, there’s no escaping me. My cock’s going in. You can take me. No, don’t tighten up, my sexy little sub. You’re never going to get used to this, but your ass is going to be filled quite often. Hmm, I like that little shiver. You like the thought of me fucking you this way.”

God help her, she did. She loved the naughtiness, loved his control, and the dominance he wielded with such ease.

Reaching under her, he slid his fingers over her clit. “I already know that your attitude and smart mouth are both going to earn you lots of punishments. You know that most of those punishments are going to be spankings and fucking this ass. Filling this ass. Reminding you just who you belong to and what’s expected of you.”

Every word he spoke pulled at something inside her, drawing her deeper into a world where nothing existed except Gabriel.

His touch.

His voice.

The shift in his breathing.

His cock, hard and so hot inside her, moved with a slow, steady deliberation that made it abundantly clear that he was in charge.

She belonged to him in that moment as she’d never belonged to anyone else—as she’d never even known it was possible to belong to someone else.

He controlled her, bending her to his will with nothing more than a murmur.

“Yes, that’s the woman I always knew you were—the woman not afraid to explore her desires. Push back. Yes. That’s the way. Take my cock as deep as you can.”

Kelsey whimpered and obeyed him, her thighs shaking as she held them even wider apart. Gripping the edge of the table, she pushed herself back, arching to give him better access even as her mind screamed at her to resist.

“Too much. I can’t take it. It feels so big. It burns. Oh, God, Gabriel. Help me.”

His hands firmed on her hips, his thumbs pressing against her on either side of her puckered opening, making it burn even hotter. “Who do you belong to, Kelsey?”

Kelsey cried out as she came again, tears streaming down her face at the too-sharp burning sensation as her ass clamped down on his cock. “You. Please. I’m yours.” She gritted her teeth, suddenly wanting him with a violence that she’d never experienced before.

Nothing mattered except Gabriel and what he made her feel. Nothing mattered except
this
.

She felt everything so sharply—with every fiber of her being.

Pleasure and pain.

Love and fear.

Vulnerability and power.

The sense of freedom that washed over her stunned her, as did the willingness to surrender herself completely to his desires.

Shocked to discover that his desires became hers, she sucked in a breath, releasing it on a hoarse moan as he withdrew until the head of his cock stretched her opening.

Gabriel pressed his thumbs against her opening, making it sting even more. “I understand your need to deny that we belong together, but I won’t accept it. I understand your fears.” One inch at a time, he pressed his cock deep again, filling her, groaning as his cock pulsed deep inside her. Snaking an arm under her, he lifted her against him, meeting her gaze in the mirror.

“You’re mine, Kelsey. Fight this all you want to—all that scared little girl inside you needs to—but in the end, we’ll be together. I want forever with you, Kelsey, and I won’t accept anything less.”

* * * *

Wrapped in Gabriel’s arms, Kelsey clung to him, unable to stop shaking.

Or crying.

After carrying her from the playroom, he’d gotten into the shower with her, washing and pampering her until she finally stopped shaking.

She felt as if something inside her had been set free, some barrier ripped away that left her raw and vulnerable. Fighting her need for reassurance and comfort, she pushed against his chest, not wanting him to see that she couldn’t handle the aftermath without feeling clingy. “Let go of me. I want to be alone.”

“No.” He gathered her close again, running his hands up and down her spine and pulling the covers more securely over her. “Just let me hold you. You were wonderful. You’re the most fascinating and passionate woman I’ve ever met. Can you blame me for wanting to keep you?”

Keeping her face hidden, she surreptitiously wiped away a tear. “It would never work, and you know it. Getting together for sex is one thing, but anything else is just ridiculous.” She could feel herself pulling away from him, her fears forcing her to rip away at the bond between them.

“Is it?” The ice in his tone made her shiver. Running his hands up and down her spine, he kissed her hair. “You and I are the same in many ways, my love.”

Shaking her head, she blinked back tears. “I doubt that.”

Rubbing his cheek against her hair, he hugged her. “We’re both alone because neither one of us trusts anyone else enough to let them get close. We’re both entirely too independent, which will undoubtedly cause quite a bit of excitement in our lives, but it’s nothing we can’t overcome.” Smiling, he leaned back and ran his fingers over her cheek, gripping her chin to tilt her face to his.

Using a thumb to wipe away her tears, he smiled tenderly. “As a matter of fact, I’m very much looking forward to dealing with that temper of yours.”

Amused despite her best efforts, Kelsey smiled, and buried her face against his chest. “You’re lucky I’m too weak now to deal with you, but I can assure you that I’m tougher than you think I am. You’re not going to break me down just by making me come a few times.” Angry at herself for her insecurities, Kelsey sighed and cuddled closer to his warmth. “Look, you’re good in bed, and—”

He stiffened, his fingers clenching on her arm. “Don’t go there, my pet. I’m very pleased with you right now, and worn out. Don’t start trying to convince yourself that it’s just sex between us. You and I both know better.”

Not bothering to lift her head, she mumbled against his chest. “Do we?” She hadn’t counted on the level of submission he’d want from her, or how weak and defenseless it would leave her.

“We do.” Sliding a hand down her back, he cupped her bottom. “I find you exciting, stubborn, independent, loyal, frustrating, and soft-hearted.”

He rolled to lie on top of her. “I know about the trips you make to the bookstore to buy books for the pediatric ward at the hospital.”

Kelsey gasped. “How did you know about that? Nobody knows about that—not even Julianna!”

Gabriel smiled. “I followed you one day, shortly after I first met you. I was very much afraid you were going to meet with a lover. Seeing you with those kids made me realize just how sweet you are. Then, in the coffee shop, I saw that you hire people who need work even though you don’t need them. You’re a softy all right, and I adore you.”

Without thinking, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, loving the growing familiarity of having his body pressed against hers. “I need them.” Shrugging, she inwardly cursed the burn in her cheeks. “Business was good then and I needed more help.”

“Uh-huh.” Pushing her hair back from her face, he ran his thumb over her lip. “And you couldn’t let them go when business slowed down.”

Insulted, she stiffened. “Are you saying I’m not a good businesswoman?”

Gabriel smiled, rolling back to his side and gathering her close. Settling her head on his chest, he pulled the covers over her. “Not at all. I’m saying you’re softhearted and more concerned about others than you are about yourself.”

“You’re trying to piss me off.”

Gabriel chuckled. “It’s not much of a challenge. Go to sleep, my love. I think I’ve figured out an answer to your dilemma.”

“Really? What?” She tried to sit up, but the hands moving over her back both held her in place and lulled her closer to sleep.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

“But—”

“I said that we’d discuss it in the morning.”

Frowning, she opened her eyes, disconcerted that she couldn’t see anything, until she realized he’d turned off the light. “You’re arrogant. Sometimes, it pisses me off.”

“It pisses off a lot of people. I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to deal with me. Now, go to sleep. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

She tried to keep her eyes open, and then wondering why she bothered, let them drift close again, “Really? What’s so special about tomorrow?”

“Since you’ve accused me of trying to control you by making you come, I’m going to spend tomorrow teaching you to hold back your orgasm. You won’t be
allowed
to come, my pet, for quite a long time.”