Mine to Keep (11 page)

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she spun to get out of the room only to collide with a hard, muscular chest. She stared up into Gabriel’s beautiful eyes.

“This was the only room I said you couldn’t go in.”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Was this the same man she’d allowed near her body the other night? He looked intense and frightening. He stared at her, and she felt his gaze down to her core. The startling blue of his eyes flashed dangerously at her. She took a step back, and he followed her. Mia and Billy were with Laura. She’d offered to take care of her children, so she could have some alone time with Gabriel. She wished she’d turned down the gracious offer. The more she stepped back, the more he followed her until she had her back against the wall with nowhere to go.

“I’m sorry,” she said. Amy stared past his shoulder at the exit.

“Look at me, Amy,” he said. She frowned as the depth of his voice affected her body. His hands came out and rested on either side of her head. She didn’t flinch, and in that moment she knew she wasn’t afraid. Why wasn’t she scared of Gabriel? He had torture equipment, but her heart raced; she felt her stomach was trying to escape, and … her pussy was flooded with warmth.

She stared into his eyes, her gaze caught by him. He moved, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. His fingers moved her hair off her face, pushing the strands down her back.

“Why did you come in here?” he asked.

“I wanted to clean the room. I thought it would be a nice surprise for you,” she said.

“Do you know what this room is?”

She shook her head.

“This is my play room, Amy.”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“I’m a dominant man, Amy. I like to be in control.”

The heat inside her spiralled out of control. Her nipples budded, making the tips ache as the blood pulsed. His voice was doing something to her. She didn’t know what to do. What was happening to her? Staring at him, she saw Gabriel, the man she had trusted with her body. But looking around her, she saw a different side to him. A side she knew she couldn’t be part of.

“Have you heard of BDSM?” he asked.

Laura had let her read some of Dean’s books. Her favourite was Surrendering to Her Master. That book had a dominant man who’d do anything for his female submissive. The tender relationship under the punishments couldn’t be mistaken.

“I see you know what I mean,” he said.

“I’ve read a few books. Dean writes stories about it, and Laura gave me a couple to read.”

“What did you think of those stories?” he asked.

She hesitated. Liking them in the privacy of her own bedroom was different from admitting it to a man you loved.

“I liked them, but they’re stories. Not reality.” She refused to believe what she was seeing.

“I know they are. This was part of my life, Amy,” he said.

“You beat women for pleasure?”

“No, I don’t beat them. Punishment is so much more than that. This used to help me deal with my life when I was a cop in the city, Amy.”

“But you still have this room, Gabriel. This is part of who you are, and I can’t be part of that.” He cupped her cheek, the action so tender that she couldn’t stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. Gabriel wiped them away one by one.

“I can’t live without you, Amy.”

He held her captive in his gaze. The man she knew stared back at her. His voice held the note of command she associated with him. The fear she’d felt disappeared as it always did in his company. Steven had ruined any chance for her to be what Gabriel wanted. She hated her ex-husband more now than ever before. Amy had read the books and not been offended. She also knew she couldn’t be part of it.

“Look at me.” He held her face in his hand. She stared into his eyes. “This was part of me. I’m a dominant man, Amy. I would never hurt you. BDSM is about trust. I’m not asking you to be part of this lifestyle, but I can see you’re scared of me. I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I want you to understand what this is about. I would never hurt you. Could you trust me with this and let me talk to you about it? I never want to hide the person I was from you.”

“Why? Gabriel, I can’t be this for you.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just let me explain.”

She glanced around the room before turning her gaze on his. Amy nodded her head. She wanted to understand the man she loved.

“You’ve read the books, and they are true to a point. I’m not deeply in the scene like William. He can’t do anything vanilla. It is all about the control with him. I’m different. I like to mix. I can do vanilla, but I crave this as well. At least I used to. I’ve changed with you, Amy. I’m not saying I’m a saint and that I can live completely without this, but I’m saying this is not all that I am.” Gabriel moved away, walking round the room. She watched him caress some of the whips before he let out a sigh then moved away.

“I know you went through hell. All I’m asking for you is for you to give me time to show you the true man I am. The pleasure we can have together.” She listened to everything he said. Seeing the way he touched the instruments made her think of the way he touched her body. She was getting aroused by the man in the room.

Amy knew he was trying. She loved him too damn much to leave him over something like this.

He explained everything, his gaze pleading with her. Biting her lip, she knew this was the true test. Did she love and trust him enough to give herself to him completely? She knew that she loved him enough to not leave him over this. However, she didn’t know if she could be part of this world.

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Gabriel saw the fight in her eyes. His heart burst with the love he felt for her. She sank to the floor and crossed her legs. He waited for what she was going to say. He would do everything she wanted so long as he wouldn’t lose her. Seeing her inside this room did make his cock thicken with need. He also knew the need to dominate her hadn’t risen to the surface. Amy truly was changing the man inside him.

“What are you doing, Amy?” he asked.

“I’m yours. I want to learn more.” She glanced up at him. “Promise me one thing.”

He went to his knees before her and cupped her face. “Anything.”

“Don’t leave me if I can’t be everything you need?”

He slammed his lips down on hers. In his mind there was no way he would leave such perfection. Amy was his perfect woman. She gave so much of herself to him that she made his heart ache with the love he felt for her. “I’d never hurt or leave you. You own me.” He placed her hand over his heart. “My heart beats for no one but you.”

“I love you, Gabriel.”

“I love you, too.” He gave her one final kiss before getting to his feet and walking away. Tears fell from his eyes, and he wiped them away. When he’d come to CapeFalls he’d been broken, and Amy had fixed him. Her beauty, love, and trust had changed the man inside him.

When he gained control over himself once again, he turned to face her. She wore a skirt and plain white blouse.

He took off his jacket and draped it over one of the chairs he kept down in his playroom. She sat in the room watching him. He felt her stare on him at all times. Gabriel gazed around the room taking everything in. He saw the bench he’d paid hundreds of dollars for and the array of whips and paddles. Every item he’d paid a lot of money for.

Running his fingers through his hair he let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. Gabriel remembered the peace this room had given him. All the time his gaze kept going to the woman sat on the floor. She wasn’t on her knees submitting to him. Amy sat waiting to hear him talk or to do something. He knew she would try to be the submissive he had once thought he craved.

Leaving this lifestyle was a hard choice to make, and yet the woman on the floor meant more to him than the pieces of unfeeling equipment dotted around the room.

He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt to allow the air for him to breathe. Part of him knew he couldn’t get rid of this room yet. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to this part of him. But he was ready for something else.

Gabriel took a long lingering look on everything. He stared at the bench, the chains, and all other pieces of equipment that had once meant so much to him in the past. Gabriel didn’t feel the sense of calm until he stared at his woman on the floor. Amy sat with her legs crossed waiting for him. The calmness came to him instantly, and he knew the choice he had to make.

He went to her, capturing her chin in his hands. “I only want you, Amy.”

“What do you mean?”

“This was part of me, but it’s not who I am anymore.” Gabriel took her hands and helped her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her flush against him. Her body moulded to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He kissed her on the lips, plunging his tongue inside to taste her. Her moans held him under her spell. All of his fears about this part of him disappeared.

“Come on,” he said.

She followed him out of the room. He switched the light off and locked the door. Staring at the key in his hand Gabriel couldn’t help but smile. He handed it to her.

“What are you doing?”

“I want you to have this key. It’s the only key. If you ever want to play in this room then you come to me, and we’ll try together. Or give me the key when I ask because I’ll be selling it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m keeping the room in case we both decide we want more. That equipment is expensive, and I wouldn’t want to have to find it again in case we both want that.” He cupped her cheek. “I want you more than I ever want that.”

He would never hurt her. He loved being in control and knew down to his very soul, he wanted more from Amy than being her dominant. Gabriel couldn’t help but think about himself being her submissive. Amy would heal with being in control of him sometimes. He liked the thought of being at her beck and call. She would be everything to him.

Gabriel walked her up the stairs to their bedroom. He draped the jacket on the chair.

“I want you, Amy.”

“I want you, too.”

“Good. Strip. And do it slowly. I want to watch you reveal your body to me. I think you’re perfection.” He didn’t need the equipment, but he could still command her with his voice. He sat down in the chair where he’d draped his jacket. His cock was hard against the tight confines of his trousers. He couldn’t wait to loosen his pants and take her.

Amy stood. Her hands, shaking, went to the buttons of her blouse. He watched as one by one the buttons opened until the blouse showed the top part of her body. Her creamy skin was exposed to his view. He licked his lip for the taste of her flesh. The blouse fell to the floor, and she went for her bra.

“Don’t. Remove your skirt.” He wanted to see her in the underwear he’d bought her. He recognised the pale pink underwear she wore. It had been the gift he’d given her a week ago. Every time he passed a shop, he found himself picking out items to watch her dress in.

The skirt fell in a heap on the floor. She stepped out, and he admired her full body. He didn’t like skinny women, and her hips and rounded stomach looked perfect to him. His perfect woman.

Gabriel wanted to see more of her. “Take your bra off.” She unclipped her bra, and her tits spilled free, her glorious nipples pink and begging for his touch.

His grip tightened on the chair as the desire to go to her and lavish those breasts overcame him.

“Turn round.”

Amy turned round and bent down to remove her panties. Her creamy red slit peeked at him. He saw how wet she was. Gabriel smiled. He got up from his seat and went to her. Her head was bowed.

She’s healed the man within, and the need for violence had lessened. Gabriel had never thought it was possible to be like this.

“What was your favourite scene in Dean’s book?” he asked out of curiosity. He wanted her to be open with him.

“I like the scene where he bends her over his knee, spanks her bottom, and then makes love to her on the playroom floor.”

“There will be no spanking and no playroom floor, but I can give you the other desire,” he said.

Gabriel had never read any of Dean’s work, but the image she put in his mind was more than enough to leave him satisfied. He would have to buy Dean’s book. He was curious about the writing that had gotten his woman horny.

He went and sat down in the chair he had vacated.

“Amy, come and lie over my lap.”

She moved towards him, her tits swaying with every movement and her hips swinging. He’d gladly spend the rest of his days getting Amy to walk towards him. She was such a tempting morsel.

Gabriel felt his cock twitch as she lay over his knees. He ran a hand down the line of her back. The beautiful curvature of her body was something he would love to see brought to life in a painting. He was an ass and tit man.

He played her body like an instrument until she was squirming on his lap, her arousal soaking his trouser leg. He gazed down at her slit and saw her cunt leaking out her white cream.

Her ass was full and tempting. He cupped the flesh in his hands. Gabriel relished her moans. She trusted him. He’d told her he wouldn’t spank her, and she’d believed him. The trust she portrayed made the love he felt for her deeper. He would never betray her trust. Every desire she’d tell him, Gabriel would try to make a reality.

Gabriel sank two fingers inside her cunt and felt her wetness. Her teased her clit with his thumb feeling how aroused she was. Her pussy clutched his fingers making his cock stand out to attention.

She pushed back against his hand.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered her. She went to the bed as he removed his clothes. He loved the feel of her eyes on him.

His cock sprang free, and he heard her moan. He knelt between her thighs and stared at her creamy pussy. Burying his head between her legs, he licked, sucked, and teased her clit. When she was screaming out in pleasure and on the verge of climax, he pulled away and sank inside her pussy to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pushed inside her, getting as deep as he could.

Their moans mingled together, echoing off the walls of the bedroom. He fucked her hard and fast, desperate to hear her screaming his name.