Chapter 17 #3
“Breathe and try to relax.” I palm her ass cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She nods, sipping in air as I start to push inside.
I sink a couple of inches into her and pause to check in, watching her as I withdraw and slowly thrust the head back in. She shudders, her body relaxing as I get her used to the feeling without overwhelming her.
“Good?”
“Yes. More, please.”
She couldn’t know how those words light up every primal circuit in my brain, and it takes all of my restraint not to bury my entire length and pound her ass raw.
I ease in another inch, offering her soft thrusts until her body opens up for me, letting me deeper inside that tight space. It feels like a fist around my cock, and I have to bite back a groan when I see the way her body stretches to accommodate me.
Once I’ve settled into a steady rhythm, I slide two fingers into her pussy and play with her as I fuck her ass.
She lets out an incomprehensible string of garbled words—most of which I don’t understand, except for one.
Please.
Always so polite, my little monster.
“You want to come, baby?”
“Yes.” She grips the sides of the table so hard her knuckles whiten.
Unlike earlier, I don’t have the time to torture her, and she’s nearing her threshold for exhaustion. So, I give her what she wants, knowing it will push me over the edge with her.
I finger her until she cries out, a shuddering wave of pleasure rolling through her. She clenches around my fingers, squirting all over me for a second time tonight. It’s so fucking hot, I lose control.
My cock jerks, pulsing so violently, I have to slap a palm against the table to brace myself. Static fills my ears, and my vision darkens as I empty inside her, filling her up with what feels like a fuck-load of cum.
It takes us both a few minutes to recover, and when I do, I catch Gabi glancing over her shoulder, her heavy gaze on my cock that’s still wedged inside her.
“Good?” A hint of a smile ghosts over my face.
“So good.”
I slap her on the ass, and she yelps. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll take you home and put you to bed.”
“Tired?” I tilt Gabi’s chin up, eliciting a sleepy smile from her.
“Exhausted.” She yawns. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to move tomorrow.”
That pleases me to no end, even though it makes me an asshole because I know she has to be on the island tomorrow.
For the sake of time, I decide a shower is the best approach to clean her up. First, I peel off her clothes and set her on the counter while I flip off the light switch and get the water up to temperature.
I strip off my clothes, then return and scoop her up in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, her head collapsing on my chest, her body completely boneless.
When I step under the warm spray, she groans in relief. Her skin is chilled, despite having put her coat on for the return trip.
For a while, I just stand there with her in my arms, letting the heat soak into her muscles until I feel her starting to fade on me.
I set her on the shower bench, pausing before I let go of her completely. “Can you hold yourself up?”
“For a few minutes,” she answers softly.
I release her and grab her shampoo, popping the cap as I squirt some into my hand. No surprise it smells like cherries, and she recognizes that I chose the right bottle even though neither of us can see in here.
“You’re very comfortable moving around in the dark,” she observes.
“I’m used to it,” I answer vaguely, working the shampoo into a lather and massaging it into her hair.
She shivers a bit when I do that, so I draw it out longer than necessary before I grab the shower attachment and rinse it out.
I work the conditioner into her hair next, leaving it to sit for a minute while I lather up some soap and start washing her body.
As my palms glide over her breasts, her nipples scrape against my skin, and she lets out a breathless sound that goes straight to my cock.
I spend longer than necessary washing her there before venturing south, over her abdomen and down between her thighs. She whimpers when my fingers glide over her pussy, the sound half-pleasure, half-agony.
“Sore?”
“Yes,” she laments. “But if you want to keep going—”
A dark laugh rolls through my chest. “Don’t tempt the beast in me, Gabriela. He’ll fuck you all night, and then you really won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Would you really?” She sounds fascinated by the idea.
“Yes. There’s no better feeling than sliding my bare cock inside you.”
A tremor shoots through her as she lets me toy with her for far longer than I should. But that same beast in me wants to leave her on the edge, so when I inevitably fuck her tomorrow, she’ll be aching for it.
“What’s the difference between the two of you?” she muses. “You and your alter ego?”
“Black and pitch black.”
“I’m being serious.” I imagine her rolling her eyes as she says it.
“So am I.”
When she doesn’t respond, I say something I really shouldn’t.
“If you want to know the truth—one is obsession, and the other is restraint.”
She swallows audibly, letting that sink in. “Restraint because we’re casual?”
I hate that word with every fiber of my being, but I don’t let on to it. “No. Because I’m not a good man for you.”
“Is that why you don’t care that I was thinking about someone else tonight?”
There is no good response to that, and I don’t want to lie to her, so I choose not to answer it at all.
“Let’s get you rinsed off.”
I take my time, making sure I get all the soap and conditioner off her before I wash myself up quickly.
When I grab a towel and dry her off, she’s quiet, and I know it’s not just because she’s tired.
It’s because I’ve got her tangled up in a web of confusion and torment, because I’m a fucking asshole.
“Let me get you some pajamas.” I wrap the towel around her and leave her on the counter while I head to her closet.
I stashed some clothes for myself tonight, so I grab those and get dressed, leaving the clean hoodie I brought on her bed.
When I head back into the bathroom with her pajamas, I throw on the other hoodie I was wearing, along with my mask and gloves.
I switch on the light, dimming it as Gabi closes her eyes to shield them from the brightness. Before I dress her, I grab the first aid kit from under the sink and tend to the scrape on her knee from when she fell.
In the light, I can see the complete chaos I unleashed on her body. Purple marks litter her thighs and breasts. There’s also a very visible bite mark on her neck.
Seeing her so completely branded by me makes me irrationally hard, particularly when I know she’ll have trouble covering that mark tomorrow.
I dress her in her pajamas and brush her hair, attempting a loose braid to keep the wet strands from annoying her.
When I carry her to bed, Beppe is already waiting for her, peeking out at us from beneath his blanket.
I give him an ear scratch, then pull my clean hoodie over Gabi’s head, and she snuggles into the oversized fabric, blinking up at me with heavy eyes.
“What’s this for?”
“The next best thing.” I drag my knuckles over her cheek as she frowns.
“You aren’t staying?”
“I have to go, but I want you to rest.”
She looks like she wants to protest, but decides against it. Thank fuck for that, because I doubt I could deny her right now, and I still have one more thing on my agenda tonight before I can crash out.
Before I go, I test her by grabbing the raggedy old teddy bear off her bed and replacing it with the shark she won tonight. But as I tuck it under my arm to haul it off, panic flares in her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“You don’t need it anymore. You have new ones.”
“I still want it,” she blurts, reaching out to grab its leg.
I let her yank it away, smirking beneath the mask as my voice dips. “Why?”
“Because…I just do.” Her cheeks heat.
“Because he gave it to you?”
“How do you know that?” she whispers.
“Lucky guess.” I shrug.
“Why do I get the impression that nothing is ever actually a lucky guess when it comes to you?”
A trace of dark humor slips through my voice as I drag my thumb across her lips. “Goodnight, Gabriela. Sleep well.”