The CEO and the Girl From the Coffee Shop (11 page)

"I don't give
a shit about breakfast Beth, so don't change the subject. You want
to discuss this, well then, let's discuss this," his voice had
risen, not a lot, but considering he was always so calm and
collected the slight shift in tone and volume was slightly
unsettling.

Her own temper
ignited as they glared at each other.
Fine! He wants honesty,
he'll get it!
"I am not going to be a fling. And I'm not going
to be used," she growled, planting her fists on her hips and daring
him to say the wrong thing.

Gabriel closed
his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a deep breath
in, he held it for a few moments before releasing it in a loud
huff. He shook his head as he opened his dark eyes back up, the
anger rapidly leaving them. "When did I ever say you were? And why
would you ever think..."

She chewed at
her lower lip as she considered it. Sure, he hadn't actually said
she was, but what else could she be? His girlfriend? She scoffed at
the idea, it could never work.

"Damn woman.
Why would you think I considered you that? Have I given you any
reason to feel that way?" His jaw clenched and he was visibly
fighting to remain in control.

Beth shook her
head. A stray strand of hair fell over her eye and before she could
brush it back, Gabriel reached up and did it for her.

"I need to
share something with you," he stated taking her hand in his, "Come
with me."

Beth was
tempted to refuse, but her reserve was already faltering.
Maybe
I'm just overreacting? The least I could do is give him a chance to
explain
. "So what happened with Chyna last night?" she asked as
he led her up the staircase. "And where are you taking me?"

"I restated to
her that I had no interest in her romantically and that it would be
appreciated if she no longer stopped by for anything other than
business reasons."

"And how did
she respond?" A rush of happiness flowed through Beth hearing him
say that, but she quickly pushed the emotion down. She couldn't
allow herself to be excited over this, because that would mean she
wanted him. And she couldn't want him because she'd only get hurt
in the process. She'd taken chances on men before and it turned out
horribly bad.

They reached
the second floor and he gave her hand a tug leading her towards his
bedroom. "She called me a number of unsavoury names and left. Which
reminds me. Please do not buzz anyone that you are unfamiliar with
past the main gate without my permission."

"I didn't, I
just opened the door when she knocked. She knew the code."

Gabriel
stopped in mid-stride and frowned. "Shit, I must have forgotten to
change the passcode once we broke up. I could have sworn I had
changed it though." With a shrug, he gave her hand a squeeze and
tug as they continued on their way.

"So what is it
you need to show me Gabriel? And why is it in your bedroom?" she
asked as she found herself facing his bedroom door.

"I need to
show you a part of who I am. It's part of the problem I have with
women. I don't share this part of me with many women, so just keep
an open mind," he turned to face her, his eyes pleading,
"please."

She gulped.
She was beginning to fear what he had to show her. However, a smile
and his light chuckle helped relieve some of the uncertainty.

"I don't think
it's as bad as what you may be thinking by the look of your
face."

Beth blushed
as he ushered her into the bedroom. "Well. No. I just. I'm not sure
what I think, but you don't make it sound like I'm going to be
pleased."

He grinned
down at her, his dark eyes blazing and sending a shiver through
her. "You never know. You may find what I have to show you
very
pleasing." Walking over to what she had assumed was a
second closet, he opened up the door and ushered her into the dark,
windowless room. Following behind her, he flipped on the light
switch and a faint glow illuminated the room from scones along the
walls.

Beth's eyes
widened as she surveyed the contents of the small room. Against the
back wall was a large metal X with restraints attached to it, she
knew the name for it, it was on the tip of her tongue, but it
refused to come to her mind at that moment. Four chains dangled
down from the ceiling with leather cuffs dangling from them. A
spanking bench was to her right, a swing to her left and a couple
of machines that she was unfamiliar with towards the back. It was
the ultimate collection of BDSM equipment as far as she could
tell.

She could feel
his eyes on her as she entered the room, and just the feel of his
eyes sent a shiver of anticipation through her and her breath
hitched. She walked slowly through the room, examining everything.
She fingered one of the leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling
and wondered how many women he'd had suspended in them. The thought
of another woman in here sparked another shot of jealousy. She
swallowed and pushed it down.

"You haven't
got a look of horror on your face so I will take that as a good
sign."

She whipped
her head around to look at him, her hair fanning out around her
head. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes caught his. He
was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and his
dark eyes had turned predatory. Dangerous. The look in his eyes
caused a stirring between her legs. There was no question in her
mind what exactly he was. Gabriel Reynolds - the Dom. The thought
excited her more than she would have imagined.

Beth had been
fascinated with the world of BDSM for years, but never had the
nerve to step out of her comfort zone and either seek out a partner
or suggest to someone she was sexual with to experiment with it.
His question of whether she liked to 'play' or not, when he'd found
her looking through his toys made perfect sense now.

"How many
women have you had in here?" she couldn't keep herself from asking.
She knew it was none of her business, but at the same time he had
said there were issues between him and previous relationships
because of his sexual appetite and preferences. She assumed this
would be the reason.

"Not many.
Most of the women I date are very," he took a deep breath in and
sighed loudly as if considering his words, "controlling. Even the
illusion of giving up control for them is
unthinkable
." He
rolled his eyes at the word unthinkable and Beth couldn't help but
laugh. Yes, she could imagine. She'd done the research on the women
he tended towards and had felt she had a pretty solid grasp on the
type of people they were. Her grin faded as he pushed himself from
the wall and stalked over to her. She gulped and took an
instinctual step back.

"I see," she
whispered as he finished closing the distance between them. His
body, hard and enticing was mere inches from hers as he slipped a
hand to the back of her head and fisted her hair and lowered his
lips to hers. All thoughts of insecurity and indecision towards him
and their arrangement washed away and she fell into his arms,
slipping her arms around his neck and surrendering to his probing
tongue. His tongue invaded her mouth, demanding her surrender.

His hand
tightened into her hair and he gave it a tug, forcing her to lift
her chin and expose her long ivory neck to him. "Do you want to
play Beth?" His voice was so deep, and sexy. It was like liquid
satin to her ears and she moaned her response.
Yessss...!
As
her pussy ignited into a raging inferno and her panties grew
increasingly wet with her arousal the only thing she could think
about was allowing him to do anything he wanted to her. She wanted
to give herself to him. Nothing would please and excite her more
than pleasing the handsome man whose mouth was now making its way
down her neck.

"Teach me
Gabe," she managed to gasp, gripping tight to his shoulders. She
pressed her body tighter to his, and felt the ridge of his arousal
through their layers of clothing.

Once he
reached her collarbone, he pulled away and took a step back from
her and her body immediately longed to be back in his embrace. She
was tempted to close the distance once more, but restrained
herself. Instead, she stood in the center of the room, in her
shorts and t-shirt waiting for him to tell her want he wanted. She
may have been green when it came to this type of play, but she was
hardly naive.

He rubbed his
chin, which was showing just the faint hint of shadow. He looked so
damned sexy, his gaze so piercing as his eyes leisurely examined
every inch of her that it made her weak in the knees and sent her
heart racing.

"Are you
sure?" His eyes locked onto hers.

Beth nodded.
"Yes." His expression darkened, like he was expecting more. "Yes...
Master?"

A soft growl
like noise came from him, and his eyes lit up with excitement and
pleasure. "Smart girl. I like that."

A rush of
pride raced through her. She could do this and she was going to
love it. She fought the grin of delight that threatened to touch
her lips. She doubted that would be welcome in this scenario.

"You know
about safewords, I assume?"

She nodded,
her stomach doing flip flops. She was nervous and excited and a
hundred other emotions all at once. Her nervousness had more to do
with not knowing what would happen exactly, and nothing to do with
her trust in him. It was at that moment she realized just how much
she
did
trust him.

****

Gabriel was so
hard he thought he was going to explode. He didn't expect her to be
so open and willing and certainly didn't expect to be doing this
now. He could see a slight nervousness in her eyes, so he had to
keep reminding himself to take things easy on her. When she called
him Master, in her soft, sweet voice; it was like fucking music to
his ears. Now he just had to figure out what he was going to do
with her for the first session. First of many he hoped.

"Think of a
safeword and tell me what it is after you've undressed for me."

She hesitated.
"Anything, Master?"

There was that
Master again. He clinched his jaw holding himself back. She was a
fucking dream come true. Anything."

She nodded and
began to undress for him. Undressing slowly, provoking him with her
stunning blue eyes. She grabbed the hem of her tight t-shirt and
pulled it up over her head. She wasn't wearing anything under the
top. His eyes lowered to her nice perky breasts, her large pink
nipples begged him to take them in his mouth. Again, he restrained
himself.

Beth tugged at
the tie on her shorts and let them drop to the floor, kicking them
aside. Next came the white cotton panties. She subconsciously tried
to cover herself with her hands, but Gabriel was having none of
that.

"Cross your
hands behind your back. I want to see you." His voice sounded
firmer than he actually felt. He realized her was actually nervous
with her, unsure if he could get through a session without fucking
her prematurely.

"Okay."

"Okay what?"
he asked with stern eyes.

She gulped,
her eyes flashing with desire as she licked her lower lip. "Okay
Master."

A surge of
satisfaction rushed through him as he walked over to her. "On your
knees."

"Yes, Sir."
she dropped to her knees before him, her mouth inches away from his
restrained dick. Doing as told, she crossed her arms behind her
back and then peered up at him.

His cock
jerked in reaction. She looked damned sexy kneeling before him.
"And what's the safeword?"

"Chef," she
replied a touch of amusement in her eyes.

Cheeky
little thing
. He fought the smile threatening to emerge on his
lips. "Chef it is. When you want this to stop you say the safeword.
Understand?" This was going to be fun. He had no idea how long he'd
be able to last before giving in to his urges and fucking her tight
pussy. He suspected not as long as he'd hope to.

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Stay
there and don't move a muscle."

"Yes Sir."

Both excited
and anxious, Beth watched Gabriel as he strode over to a large
mahogany dresser and began to rummage through a number of the
drawers. His back was to her and she took a moment to admire the
contours of lean muscle. He was wearing his usual jogging pants,
riding low on his hips, covering his tight ass.

Turning back
to face her he had an item in each hand. The first held what she
knew to be nipple clamps and a black satin blindfold. What kind of
nipple clamps, she had no clue. The other hand was holding a length
of rope. Her excitement rose with each step he took towards her. By
the time he was standing directly in front of her again, his cock
covered by just his pants was inches from her mouth. Her juices
began to drip down her inner thighs as she waited. She spread her
legs wider to help relive the pressure between them.

Gabriel
dropped the nipple clamps to the floor and circled around Beth. She
wanted to swivel her head to follow him, but had a feeling that
when he said "don't move," he meant it.

"Have you ever
been tied up Beth?" Gabriel asked. His lips were close to her ear,
just grazing her lower lobe. She closed her eyes and savoured the
feel of his closeness.

"Handcuffed to
the bedpost, Sir." she could feel the heat colouring her cheeks at
the admission, though she had no idea why. She had never in her
entire lifetime talked about sex or past lovers with anyone, not
even her closest girlfriends. She'd always been slightly shy when
it came to talking about sex, so to even tell him that much was
embarrassing, yet at the same time liberating for her.