Chapter 30
Savvy
He brushes a barely-there kiss across my lips. “Or we can finish dinner.”
I curl my toes inside my shoes. My mind races in fifteen directions.
He lines up our gazes. “Savvy, did you want to ask me something?”
I open my mouth to speak, but only a little squeak comes out. He laughs, low and soft.
“Go on. I’ll give you what you want, but you have to ask.”
I’m going to set his clothes on fire. Then maybe he’ll know how this sort of embarrassment feels.
“Gabriel. I’m sorry I ran away and lied and did all those things. I’m sorry I made you and everyone else worry. It was wrong.” I say the easiest part quickly.
Because I shouldn’t have run. Maybe that night, but then I should have talked to him, I should have realized he wouldn’t throw me out like that. He wouldn’t.
I knew he wouldn’t, but my own fear made me keep going.
“And?” He slides his hand up my throat, pushing my chin upward when I try to look down. There will be no hiding from him anymore.
“Will you punish me?”
He captures my mouth in a deep, long, intense kiss.
“Take off your clothes. All of them,” he orders.
He reaches beside me to the counter, snagging the small bottle of olive oil I used for dinner and carries it with him to the couch. He makes easy work of throwing off the cushions and getting the bed pulled out, then sits on the edge.
Once I’m naked, I try to cover myself with my arms, but he shakes his head.
“Come here.” He pats his knee.
Maybe I was wrong. I don’t need a punishment. I can just apologize more.
“Should I come get you and make it worse?” He cocks his head to the side.
“What’s the olive oil for?” I glance at the green bottle sitting on the floor at his feet.
“You’re not really in the position to be asking questions. Come here.”
I’m barely within arm’s reach of him when he snatches my arm and yanks me over his lap. My whole body clenches, waiting for the first strike of his hand, but it doesn’t come.
He runs his hand up my thighs, over my bare ass, then dips down to my pussy. Moaning when he finds how soaked I am, he sinks two fingers into me.
“I’ve been waiting to touch this sweet pussy for weeks,” he says, curling his fingers and driving them into me hard. “Have you been fucking yourself while you’ve been away?”
My face burns with embarrassment.
“Now’s not the time to go quiet, Savvy.” He uses his free hand to slap my ass just hard enough to start an electrical fire inside me. “Have you been finger fucking this pussy?”
“Yes.” The mattress muffles my answer.
My muscles relax into the pleasure his fingers are driving into me, so it takes a second for me to register the first slap across my ass. By the third or fourth, I’m fully aware of the pain erupting across my ass.
“You’re fucking gorgeous like this, spread over my lap, ass getting red from my hand, my fingers stuffed into your sweet pussy.” He spanks me more, harder, spreading the smacks across both cheeks and then down my thighs.
But he’s still stroking me with his fingers, so the pleasure and the pain entangle so much I can barely register one separately from the other.
An orgasm builds, barreling down on me, and I’m about to combust, when he stops. His forearm brushes across my sensitive skin as he reaches down to the floor. The plastic cap of the olive oil twists off and when I look back at him, he’s rubbing oil onto his middle and ring fingers.
“What are you doing?” My body tenses, already knowing what’s about to happen before my brain registers it.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks.” He taps my ass with his knuckles.
“Why?”
He sighs. “You’ve forgotten so much in the time you’ve been gone. That’s okay, I’ll reteach you every lesson.” He delivers a sharp slap to my thigh and then another until I do what he ordered.
My face burns as I pull my cheeks apart. This can’t be real. Maybe I ate too much of those spicy Cheetos last night, and I’m having a food dream.
But then he presses his middle finger to my tightly puckered asshole, and I know it’s not a dream. This is reality.
“Gabriel, wait, no—” Air shuts off from my lungs as he plunges his finger past the ring of muscle and pushes up to his knuckle. The burn is instant.
“Stay still.” He slaps my thighs again. “I don’t have the plugs with me, so you’ll take my fingers. It will make your ass fucking easier to take.”
I’m a statue.
“What?”
He wiggles a second finger in, and I shoot my legs out straight and let go of my cheeks. Which earns me more smacks to my thighs until I get back into position.
“I was wrong! I don’t need to be punished. I don’t.”
He chuckles, but it’s low and erotic. I’m not going anywhere.
“Oh, but you do, sweetheart. You need a long, hard, punishment.” He wiggles his fingers, sliding them in and out of my ass, easing the white-hot burn to a slight warmth. “You need to remember you belong to me. Once I’ve fucked this ass, there won’t be a part of you that won’t have worn my mark.”
He maneuvers his fingers so the tip of one brushes across my clit, and I moan into the bedding.
“Good girl,” he whispers, shoving his fingers deeper, curling them and spreading them, getting my ass ready for his cock.
“You’ll tear me in half,” I whine as he flicks my clit harder and the arousal overtakes the discomfort.
“I won’t. That’s why I’m stretching you now. Your asshole is sucking up my fingers easily now; you’ll be able to take my cock. Every last inch of it.” He thrusts his fingers inside hard, sending a new jolt of pain, and I wince.
“It’s going to hurt.”
Another low chuckle. “You wouldn’t love it so much if it didn’t. Now up on the bed, on your knees and keep your ass spread for me.”
He slides his fingers from me, then shifts me onto the bed. I consider running to the bathroom and locking myself inside, but then I get a look at him standing at the side of my bed.
He’s stripped out of his clothes, standing over me with a look of pure desire settled on his face. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth. Every inch of his torso is chiseled and hard. He fists his cock, rubbing the olive oil over it, getting it ready to thrust into me.
“Spread your ass, sweetheart. Take your punishment like a good girl so I can give you a reward.” He climbs onto the bed behind me, waiting patiently for me to obey him.
The fat head of his cock presses against my asshole. I tense immediately.
“Shhh, you have to relax, or it’s worse.” He strokes my asshole with his lubed fingers. “It’s your decision how your punishment goes. Tell me when you’re ready.”
I bite down on my lip, but as his cock presses against me again, I’m settled in my decision.
“I’m ready for my punishment.” I dig my fingers into my asscheeks, holding them far apart for him as he grabs my hips.
At first he’s gentle, easing past the ring of muscle designed to keep him out, but once he’s penetrated the entrance, he plows straight ahead.
I scream, turning my face into the pillow to muffle my cries. His fingertips dig into my hips, his balls slap into my pussy, and my asshole burns as it stretches and clenches around his thick cock.
“I’m going to tear,” I cry.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he slows his strokes, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting inward again. “You’re taking your fucking like such a good girl. You can take a little more. Right? You can be my good girl now?”
He reaches around me, finding my clit and rubbing it in circles. I need more of him, all of him, not just his cock, but his arms, and his hugs and his kisses and his lectures and his punishments, his love.
I need his love.
“I’m your good girl now.” I swear it. “But I need my hands,” I add.
“Go on, move your hands.” He keeps rubbing my clit while I let my ass cheeks go so I can hold myself up while he plunges further into me.
He fucks me even harder, twisting his hips and hitting me at different angles. His fingertip never leaves my clit, and the arousal is too much to bear.
“Please, Gabriel,” I whine.
“Please what? You have to ask today, baby. I’m not giving you anything until you ask.” He flicks my clit, sending a new wave of heat up my body.
“I want to see your face. I need to see you,” I beg, trying to look at him over my shoulder.
In one fluid movement, he pulls free of me and flips me onto my back. He pushes my legs back, open wider for him, then plows right back into my ass.
I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing his throat, his jawline.
“Are you going to be a good girl and ask before you come?” He growls in my ear as he plows into me.
“Yes, sir!” I groan, arching my back when he covers my breast with his hand. It’s tender, but he massages with the perfect amount of pressure that makes it pleasurable.
“No more running away. No more lies. No more being a bad girl, right?” He tweaks my nipple, and my eyes roll.
“No more running away, oh god, I need…please, Gabriel, please can I come now? I need to come.”
“Do you?” He kisses me, twisting his hips and driving in at a new angle that makes my orgasm even more urgent.
“Please. Please let me come,” I beg him, bucking up at him to chase what only he can give me.
He teases my clit. “You can come now, Savvy.” He flicks my clit, but I’m already lost to the tidal wave of pleasure as an intense orgasm washes over me.
I cry out his name over and over again, and he fucks me harder, riding me through every wave, every crest, every second of my orgasm.
His fingertips dig into my hips as he drives harder and faster into me. I pull my knees up, making him groan with pleasure as he thrusts into me. His eyes roll, and he bites down on his bottom lip as his own orgasm tears through him.
He tries, but the roar of pleasure escapes anyway. Anyone downstairs picking up a pizza has heard us both, and I couldn’t care less.
Time passes, but still we hold each other. He shifts to my side, pulling me into his chest, but we’re quiet. I place my hand on his chest, and he covers it with his own. I’ve never been more comfortable in my life.
“I love you, Savvy,” he breaks the silence.
“I should have told you; then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten so scared that night.
And I know I said I was going to give you time, and wait for you to decide, but I’ve changed my mind.
You’re coming home with me. If I have to chain you to the house, I will. ”
I smile into his chest.
“You won’t need a chain,” I assure him, snuggling deeper into him. “I love you, too.”
He squeezes me, kissing me again.
“What are you going to do with this building now?”
“I’ll worry about that later.” He places a hand on my belly. “We’ve never used protection. Not a concern for tonight, but if we’re not careful, you’re going to have my baby in here soon.”
I smile up at him. “Yeah. About that…”