Constant Craving [Rapture Island 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (33 page)

Grinning, she watched as he knelt in front of her, her breath catching when she saw the clamp at the end of the chain he held. Before she could ask what he planned to do, he attached it to her outer fold, and then quickly did the same to the other, the pressure from the chain holding her open and exposing her slit.

She hadn’t counted on something like that, and shocked at the feeling of being held open, she began to tremble.

“Gabriel, I—”

“Quiet.” He moved quickly, picking up another chain from the table, and just before he stuck it in his mouth, she saw that it had a teardrop shaped loop on the end.

She couldn’t take her eyes from him, stiffening in anticipation when he bent his head toward her slit. A cry of shocked delight escaped when he sucked her clit into his mouth, the sharp pleasure buckling her knees and sending a sizzling wave of heat through her. The warning tingling began and she gripped his shoulders, throwing her head back and waited for the pleasure to take her.

A cry escaped, a cry of frustration, when Gabriel lifted his head, yanking her orgasm just out of reach. “No!”

The awareness in her clit threatened to drive her insane.

Even though he’d released her, she still felt pressure. He looked up at her expectantly, catching her hand when she reached for her slit as if he’d been expected her to do just that.

“I already told you that you’re not going to come until later. Now, keep your hands away from that clit. It’s not yours. It’s mine and I haven’t given you permission to touch it.”

She felt something move, and bending, saw the shimmer of silver around her clit. “What the hell did you do?”

With a smile, Gabriel reached for another set of chains. “I attached a clit clip. It’ll keep the hood of your clit pushed back and keep your clit exposed.”

Shaking, Kelsey stared at him wide-eyed. “Dear God! I can even feel the air blowing over it.” The sensation stunned her, her clit throbbing harder and feeling swollen and heavy.

Gabriel grinned and pursed his lips, blowing on her clit, his laugh wicked when she cried out again. “It’s going to be a long day for you, my love. You won’t be allowed to come until much later—that is, if you behave yourself.”

Gritting her teeth against the overwhelming need, Kelsey fisted her hands at her sides. “I hate you.”

Getting to his feet, he smiled faintly. “No, you don’t. You love me, and you’re going to marry me.”

Do you plan to do stuff like this often?” She didn’t know how long she would be able to hold out. The need for relief clawed at her, so intense it bordered on pain.

“Absolutely. Keep it in mind before you agree to marry me.” Staring into her eyes, Gabriel attached something to the center of the chain around her waist, smiling at her cry of distress. “I would suggest staying as still as possible. Now, other than to answer a question, tell me you love me, or accept my proposal, you’re to remain quiet. Each word you utter other than those will earn you a stroke of the whip to whatever part of you I deem appropriate.” He stepped aside to gather two more pieces from the table, each appearing to have several small chains dangling from the center.

She took advantage of his movement to the side to look down at her slit, her pulse tripping when she saw that the chain he’d attached to the one at her waist had several more dangling from it—directly over her clit.

Positioned in a way that any movement she made would send them swaying over the throbbing, swollen,
aching
bundle of nerves, the thin chains of silver proved more of a threat to her control, and one that she didn’t know if she could handle.

The threat increased when he attached similar chains directly over her breasts, leaving about a half-dozen smaller chains to tease her nipples with every movement.

“Turn around.”

Kelsey opened her mouth to ask him why, snapping it shut again at the flash of impatience and anticipation in his eyes. Realizing that he was waiting for her to disobey him, she glared at him without saying a word and turned, sucking in a breath at the feel of the chains brushing against her exposed clit and beaded nipples.

The awareness in every erogenous zone had her trembling with helplessness. The thought of going the entire day aroused to such a level sparked her temper.

“You son of a bitch!”

Gabriel grinned. “And there’s that temper I’ve been waiting for.” Reaching into the pocket of his loose fitting pants, he retrieved a black piece of silk and made short work of tying her hands behind her back despite her struggles.

She had a flare for cursing and used it now, struggling even harder when he attempted to put a ball gag into her mouth.

Gripping her jaw, he forced her mouth open and inserted it, smiling as he fastened it. “I counted every word, my pet. You’ve got quite a few lashes of the whip coming to you, and I think most of them are going to be on your clit.”

Glaring up at Gabriel, Kelsey used her tongue to try to push the gag out, furious that her unsuccessful attempts earned her another sardonic look from him.

“Well, darling, now let’s see if we can do a little something about that attitude. Since you can’t use your safe word, we’re going to have to come up with something else. I’m going to put a scarf in your hand. Release it and everything stops.”

He wadded up a red scarf and stuck it in her hand, closing her fingers over it. “Don’t disappoint me and use it just because you’re pissed off. See it through, Kelsey. If you really can’t handle something, I’ll be happy to stop.” Smiling, he ran a finger down her cheek. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

Breathing harshly, Kelsey groaned in frustration as each movement made the chains dance over her nipples and clit. With another curse that came out as a garbled mumble, she stilled, closing her eyes as she tried to get herself back under control.

She wouldn’t stop him just because she was mad. She’d just get even with him in the future.

The tug to her left nipple had her eyes snapping open, her stomach clenching at the look of wicked satisfaction in Gabriel’s eyes.

His dark eyes gleamed with a dangerous combination of anticipation, sin, and possession, a look that she knew spelled trouble for her, especially in her current position.

“It looks like you’ve gotten yourself into quite a predicament,
my pet
.”

Knowing that he’d purposely used that particular endearment and emphasized it in order to piss her off even more, Kelsey straightened and lifted her chin, glaring at him.

Gabriel seemed inordinately pleased, grinning and running his hands over her. “I think it’s about time to introduce my future wife to the concept of patience.”

Running a finger over her cheek, he bent close, his lips hovering over hers. “I know being aroused sparks your temper, but you’re going to have to learn that delaying your orgasm can bring even more pleasure. By the time we go to bed tonight, my pet, you’ll be willing to do anything to come.”

Kelsey shivered in delight as Gabriel’s lips touched hers, lost in sensation at his open-mouthed kiss over the ball gag.

He kissed her as though starving for her, as though he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted another woman, making her frantic to have him.

Reveling in the feel of him—his body against hers, his hands fisting in her hair, his mouth moving with increasing possessiveness and raw sexuality over hers, his low groans of hunger rumbling from deep within his chest—Kelsey knew she’d found her true soul mate. She squirmed against him, lifting to her toes to get as close to him as she could.

Whimpering in frustration, Kelsey fought to kiss him the way she needed to, tears stinging her eyes when she couldn’t.

She cried out when Gabriel lifted his head, feeling isolated and abandoned at the loss. Shaking with need and emotion, she took one shuddering breath after another, her knees buckling in reaction.

* * * *

Gabriel caught her against him, murmuring soothingly to her as he ran his hands up and down her back, savoring the feel of the sleek muscle quivering under his hand and the silkiness of her skin. “Shh, baby. I’ve got you. Take a deep breath, my love. That’s it. And another. Good girl.”

Tense with need, Gabriel held her trembling body close, filled with delight that he’d been right about her.

She’d marry him.

He could see the acceptance in her eyes.

Thrilled that the woman he loved more than his own life, and whose passions matched his own, finally belonged to him, he rocked her gently, running his hands over her in an effort to calm her.

He had far more planned for her, and knew that he had to get her settled before he continued. He planned to keep her in a fog of lust for most of the day, letting her settle briefly before arousing her to even greater heights.

By the time he took her to the playroom that night, she would be so consumed by need, she’d beg for release.

He knew it would take every ounce of control he possessed, but he needed to show her the kind of mind-numbing pleasure he could give her, and that he was strong enough to handle her at her most demanding.

Afterward, when she settled, he’d love her with a tenderness that would destroy the last of her defenses.

His cock jumped when she lifted her head to look up at him, the need for reassurance in her eyes fulfilling his most dominant urges. Knowing that she counted on him to guide her filled him with a satisfaction unlike any he’d ever known.

It settled something inside him, easing the last remnants of the apprehension he’d felt since arriving on the island.

Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb over the ball gag. “You’re so beautiful, my darling little sub. You respond so deliciously. Look at you, all decorated and exposed for your Master. Now, your Master needs something more from you.”

The flare of vulnerability and lust in her eyes made him desperate to have her, but his needs would have to wait.

At least some of his needs. The need to have her mouth under his couldn’t wait any longer, and with a groan, he unfastened the gag and tossed it aside, bending toward her.

To his surprised delight, she leapt at him, her soft lips hard and demanding against his.

Fisting his hand in her hair, he cupped her chin, taking control of his kiss. Nipping her bottom lip hard enough to make it sting, he growled in his throat, a warning for her to submit.

Her whimper, filled with hunger, fed his need for her, and for the way of life that had become so much a part of him. Her tongue came out to tangle with his as she came to her toes to press herself closer.

The swell of love and desire for her threatened to choke him, and using the hand fisted in her hair, he pulled her head back, thwarting her efforts.

Lifting his head, he stared down at her, his love for her growing even stronger. “No, my pet.” Releasing her jaw, he slid a hand down to the chain attached to her nipple and tugged, her soft cry of both pleasure and distress like a stroke to his cock.

Still holding her head back, he ran his hands over her, delighting in the feel of her.

The freedom to finally have her this way—to be able to do whatever he wanted to her—both thrilled and humbled him, and he vowed to himself that he would spend the rest of his life surrounding her with love and the security she probably didn’t even realize she needed.

Tugging her nipple again, he smiled coldly, amused at her sharp intake of breath as her eyes clouded with pleasure. “You have some lashes coming to you, don’t you, my pet?” Lifting the whip, he held it in front of her face, teasing her lips with the small, flat piece of leather on the end. “Kiss it.”

Trembling with need, she did it, her eyes flashing with rebellion.

Satisfied that she’d recovered enough to continue, Gabriel raised a brow, his smile falling. “Now that you have your hands tied behind your back, you’re going to have to work harder to keep your balance. Turn around and bend over.”

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth as if to speak, snapping it closed almost immediately, her gaze going to the whip in Gabriel’s hand.

“Remembered you’re not supposed to speak, did you? Very good, but your hesitation at obeying me has earned you a few more.” He slid his hand over her soft belly and began stroking her delightfully exposed clit. “The good news, my pet, is that you’re not going to receive your lashes all at once. I plan to space them out so they last all day.”

Her eyes widened again as she pressed her lips together and turned away from him.

With a hand at her back, he guided her forward. “Bend over. I want to see that ass. You’re going to have to spread those legs wide to balance yourself. If you fall, we start over. More, darling. I want that ass high in the air.”

Once she was in place, bent over, and with her thighs spread wide, Gabriel moved to stand behind her, his jaw clenching at the sight of her puckered opening, now completely exposed, clenching over and over. Her thighs glistened with her juices, making his mouth water to taste her.

To emphasize her vulnerability, he ran a finger over her delicate puckered flesh, pressing just hard enough to increase her awareness there.

Smiling at her moan and at the fresh rush of moisture that coated her thighs, Gabriel kept his tone cool. “Your ass wants attention, doesn’t it, my pet? Your tight little opening keeps winking at me, demanding my attention.”