9. Gabe #2
I swallowed but nodded, unable to deny him as another hot rush of desire rolled through my body. Everywhere he had rubbed the oil into me was swollen, pink, and hot.
“What if I wanted to keep you all to myself? Would you let me?” he asked.
“Of course, I would. I already told you?—”
“Shut up,” he snarled, and I snapped my mouth shut.
Fuck.
We were so off script, I didn’t know what he wanted from me, and that was fucking terrifying. If I didn’t give him what he wanted, he might leave me like this, and I was worried that if that happened, I might not survive it.
Suddenly, he was standing between my legs again, with his hand wrapped around my throat. I moaned in ecstasy at the sharp sting of his touch.
“Listen to you, promising yourself to me like I give a fuck. You think I would give a shit if you were to fuck someone else?” he snarled, and I shuddered but remained silent. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say, so it was safer not to say anything at all.
“I would have to care about you for that,” he spat, his words dark and cruel. I knew he had said them to hurt me, but they didn’t ring true. Even with the bleating pulse of need that was humming through my body, I could see the indecision in his eyes. The uncertainty.
Who was he trying to convince?
I rolled my hips again uncontrollably, choking on his punishing grip. Without my permission, my mouth twitched, and I immediately regretted allowing my amusement show.
Fuck, he was so goddamned delusional.
“Something funny?” Shem growled, and I arched as another hot, aching spike of need ripped through my body, causing my cock to surge and leak again.
“No, Shemhazai.”
“Then why is my desperate little slut smiling like a fool? You should be begging me to fuck you like a good pet. Not laughing at private jokes.”
“Not… your pet,” I choked, whining again as my dick spasmed in agony between us. “You do care about me. I know you do,” I hissed, meeting his smoldering green eyes.
I didn’t know what version of our game we were playing, but this felt important. If he left me here to go insane with need, then so fucking be it. He needed me to see through his bullshit right now. I knew he did on some deep, instinctual level.
Maybe no one ever had before.
Maybe that’s why he was looking at me with what looked like angry tears in his eyes.
“And even if you don’t care about me, I care about you, ” I rasped.
Something crumbled on his face, and we stared at each other for a long moment, my naked, sweat-slicked body still rolling uncontrollably beneath his punishing grip. The only part of him that was touching me was his hand around my throat, and every single ounce of my focus was right there.
Even the punishing need in my cock wasn’t strong enough to pull my focus away from that one small place of contact.
“Say that again,” he rumbled finally, and I nearly sighed with relief.
“I care about you.” Despite the tightness in my throat, my words came out soft and quiet. Even to me, they sounded like a confession.
His gaze bounced back and forth between my eyes as the words hung ominously between us. I forced down a desperate whine as my cock throbbed again.
We both waited to see what he would do. I watched him battle with himself, and finally, he wrapped his gloved hand around my aching dick, and I whimpered in relief as he began to stroke me.
“Again. Tell me again, Gabriel.” I think he meant for it to sound threatening, but his voice was tight now, like he was trying to speak around an obstruction in his throat.
“I care about you, baby,” I murmured, my eyes rolling back in my head as he continued to play with my cock.
He slid his hand down to cup my firm balls, massaging them expertly between his fingers, and I sobbed, more hot tears spilling down my cheeks.
“You do?” he whispered. He sounded vulnerable, and his pupils were so large that my heart broke for him. He looked younger and almost innocent in that moment, and I wished he would fucking kiss me.
“I do, Shemhazai.”
He wrapped his hand around my shaft again and began to stroke me in an even, relentless rhythm.
“Why would you care about someone who loves to hurt you so much?” he asked, leaning closer so each puff of his breath brushed against my swollen lips.
I forced myself to fight the desire to close my eyes and lose myself in the mind-numbing pleasure he was rewarding me with. He needed to see that I meant it.
“You’re more than what you do to me, baby. I see you.” My voice was rough, and it broke over each syllable as I spoke.
He twisted his hand as he continued to stroke me, faster and faster, building me higher and higher. The air around us had turned hot, and it was difficult to breathe.
His pupils were so huge that his eyes were no longer green. He was panting now, and his wet, pink tongue dragged across his lips while he watched me buck and moan for him.
“What do you see?” He asked it like he was afraid of the answer.
“Someone who deserves to be loved, baby. ”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I wished I could take them back. Saying shit like that was a surefire way to ensure he would leave me here, desperate and needy. But to both of our surprise… he stayed.
“Tell me again. Tell me you care about me,” he whispered, his voice small and soft. I swallowed but rushed to tell him what he so clearly needed to hear.
“I care about you, Shemhazai. So fucking much.”
His eyelids fluttered, and he ran his thumb over my sensitive head. He let out a soft, needy groan before opening his lust-drunk eyes and brushing a soft kiss over my lips.
“Come for me, Gabriel.” He hummed, and it was like my body had been made to obey him. My dick fucking exploded, and my mind blacked out, deafening me to my own breathy groans as pulse after pulse of euphoria rolled through my cock.
Shem stroked me relentlessly as I came, squeezing me at my base and drawing the cum up and out through my tip with each spasm.
“That’s it… come for me, baby. You look so fucking good when you come,” he purred as I continued to writhe and mumble nonsense.
The orgasm just kept fucking going. I had never come for so long in my life, and Shemhazai watched it all with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Your pleasure is mine. It belongs to me. Tell me it belongs to me, Gabriel,” he purred, and I struggled to form coherent sentences for him.
“It belongs to you. Everything I have is yours. You can have it all, Shemhazai.” I rolled my hips up into his hand, and he leaned down, kissing the tip of my dick and catching my last few spurts in his hot, perfect mouth.
“ Fuck…” I gasped as he circled my tip gently. He leisurely lapped at my slit until I finally finished.
Slowly, he released me, and I stared at him, frozen and unable to enjoy my post-orgasm euphoria as I wasn’t sure what he would do or how he would react to the things we had just said to each other.
The moment lingered, but slowly—as predicted—the soft, vulnerable look on his face began to melt away. There was a flicker of what looked a lot like fear and uncertainty, and then I blinked, and he was gone.
The only evidence that he had been there at all was my naked, cum-soaked body and the soft, lingering scent of cloves and cardamom .
I groaned and leaned my head back against the couch, annoyed that he’d left me without at least untying me first.
“Fuck,” I hissed out loud to no one before getting shakily to my feet to see if I could find something to cut myself loose.