46. Gabriel
FORTY-SIX
Normally,I never stay in a hotel when I come to Miami.
My associate Alessandro lets me use one of his condos as a home base. But tonight was a spur of the moment trip, and I didn”t have time to get in touch with Alessandro. Plus, the spontaneity is more exciting—from her wide eyes to the way she”s smiling, it”s obvious that Riley is surprised I got us a room for the night.
We walk up one flight of stairs. The hotel doesn”t have an elevator because it”s one of those chic and small boutique places. This might annoy me in any other context, but tonight I”m enjoying looking at Riley”s bare legs as she walks up the stairs ahead of me.
Soon those legs will be wrapped around my hips as I sink into her wet, warm pussy...
I let us into the room and we both have a look around. The silence is almost deafening, especially after the loud din at the restaurant downstairs.
”What do you think?” I ask.
Riley runs her hand over a faux fur throw on the king-sized bed. ”It”s just as beautiful as the restaurant downstairs. Whoever did their interior design must have spent a fortune.”
I strip off my tie and throw it onto a chair. Smiling, I reach for Riley and fold her into my chest for a hug. Kiss her forehead, which makes her let out an adorable coo.
I don”t want to burst her happiness and tell her this is the smallest hotel room I”ve seen in years.
I”m used to luxury, not just upscale accommodations. This falls into the latter. It”s small and there isn”t even a mini bar. But she”s right, the furniture and décor is pleasant, kind of a mix of French Colonial and bohemian beach (I only know those terms because of my sister). The bed is large, just how I like it, and the overstuffed chair in the corner might be an interesting place for some novel sex positions.
I wasn”t joking when I said I wanted to get Riley out of that little dress. She”s been driving me wild all night with her bare back, her naked legs, and the hint of cleavage.
It”s difficult to fully grasp why I”m so horny for her. I”ve been horny for other women in the past but not like this — there”s something in Riley that makes her like a human aphrodisiac, like ecstasy in human form.
”I think this room is perfect for what we are about to do,” I say.
She wraps her arms around my neck, staring at me with feigned innocence. ”And what are we about to do?”
”Well, that”s something I”m going to have to show you. And in order for me to do that,” I press a kiss to her lush mouth. ”I want to watch you take off that dress.”
She affects a pout. ”Can I take off my heels first?
”Why? They”re so fucking sexy.”
She sighs. ”They”re murdering me. I”m not used to wearing shoes like this. My heels probably look like ground meat.”
”Sit on the chair,” I command, gesturing to the yellow velvet chair in the corner.
She obliges, carefully removing the tie and rolling it into a tight coil, setting it gently on a nearby table. I”m already so hot for her, but I can”t help think about binding her hands with that tie. Or blindfolding her...
I kneel at her feet. ”Let”s see what we have here.”
Carefully, I slide off one black stiletto, then another. I inspect her feet, and then her heels. As horny as I am, I can”t help but grimace. ”Christ, Riley, why didn”t you say something? These blisters are serious. I would”ve had someone go out and buy you shoes. Flip flops. Something.”
She waves her hand in the air. ”I”m better now. I didn”t want to ruin anything.”
Kissing her on the way to my feet, I shake my head. ”Let me make a quick call. What size are you?”
”Hunh?”
I grab my phone that I”d tossed on another piece of furniture when we walked in. ”Shoe size.”
”Um. Eight?”
I dial the bodyguard, the one I use when I”m in Miami. His agency can also do simple personal tasks. The guy immediately answers.
”I”d like you to buy a pair of women”s flip flops, size eight. Color, black or white. Also, can you purchase a pair of yoga pants and a hoodie? Maybe a T-shirt as well. For my friend. Yes.”
I give him more details while staring at Riley. Poor thing, she”d sat in pain probably all dinner. I hang up, and Riley”s staring at me from the mustard-colored chair.
”You didn”t have to do that. You know, you can always tell me if you”re uncomfortable. I won”t be upset.”
She blinks several times, and I scoop her up so I can sit and hold her.
When she”s firmly in my lap, she begins to unbutton my shirt. ”Thanks for doing that. I never want to ruin something special. Does that make sense?”
”But if you”re not having a good time, why shouldn”t you speak up?”
She shakes her head, but doesn”t answer.
”When I said it was my job to keep you happy, that includes things like uncomfortable shoes, too.”
A sad smile crosses her face and she runs her fingers through my hair. ”How can you be so perfect yet also so...”
”So wrong?”
She nods slowly.
”Babe, no one is all good, or all bad. I don”t care who they are, everyone has flaws. You can”t say I”m evil without considering the good things I”ve done. And still do. I enjoy doing things for you. I enjoy seeing you happy. Hell, I enjoy seeing others happy. That might come as a shock to you.”
Although if Riley knew the bad things that I”d done in my life, I”m not so sure she would be so enthusiastic about me. Still, it”s become important to show her I”m a good person. To prove that I”m good enough for her.
I kiss her, and it”s like the first time we kissed. Innocent yet sensual, languid laced with yearning.
She breaks away. ”I have another question.”
Grinning, I shift her onto my knee and guide her hand to my dick, which is already hard.
”One question.”
She squeezes gently, and I groan.
”Maybe two.”
She rubs me a little, and I sigh. ”Okay, two questions.”
”When I went into your room that first night we were together, there were restraints on your bedpost. But we”ve never used them.”
I tilt my head. ”You”re wanting to know why I haven”t restrained you?”
”Or asked me to restrain you. Which are you into?”
This line of questioning is far better than I anticipated. ”I prefer to restrain.”
She nods, like she”s absorbing this information. ”Have you ever been tied up?”
I shake my head.
”So why haven”t you wanted to restrain me?”
I kiss her shoulder, and settle her fully into my lap again, so her head is resting against my chest. My hand is on the top of her thigh, my fingers half covered by the hem of her dress. I push my hand further up her leg. Her skin is smooth, and mental images of running my tongue up her thigh are scrambling my thoughts.
”Honestly, Riley, I”m not some big kink scene guy. I do like some of it. I put those there before we left to gauge your reaction, to see if you were into it. But you didn”t say anything, and so neither did I. Would I like to restrain you in my bed? Hell yes, I would. But I”ve felt like it”s too early to ask you about it.”
”The first thing I saw when I went into your bedroom was that painting. Of a woman being choked.”
”Ah. Beautiful, isn”t it?”
”Very erotic.”
”Did you know the artist?”
I kiss Riley”s forehead. ”No. It”s actually a mid-century piece, the artist is long dead.”
”Hmm.” She”s undone all the buttons on my shirt now.
”Is that something you like?”
She moves so she”s straddling and facing me. ”Being choked?”
I nod. Suddenly it seems like the air in this hotel room is thick with anticipation. Like Riley and I are subtly moving toward another level of our relationship.
”I”ve never had anyone touch my throat during sex.”
I slide my hand to her throat and hold it there, not squeezing. ”Never?”
”No, but I”d very much like to try.”
My heartbeat quickens just thinking of dominating Riley. The things I could do with her... it”s almost as if I hadn”t let my mind go there, in case it wasn”t a reality for me.
”Don”t think you have to for me. Kink isn”t a necessity.” This is God”s honest truth.
”I want to experience that with you.”
I remove my hand and grasp her wrist with my fingers. It”s delicate, almost as if I could snap the bones in two. ”Have you ever had someone tie you up, bind your wrists or your ankles?”
She swallows and shakes her head. It”s obvious she”s getting turned on. I am as well, and when she rocks a little on my cock, I rake in a breath.
I push the hem of her dress up with both hands, exposing her black panties. ”Has anyone ever struck you? Not in anger, and not hard. Just a little here...” I brush my thumbs on her inner thighs, ”Or here, on your pussy?”
The back of my knuckle runs over the fabric of her panties. I can feel the wetness through the material.
”No. Never.” She rolls her hips forward a little, causing me to press a little harder on her pussy. When I remove my hand, she whimpers.
”Has anyone spanked you before me?”
She lifts a shoulder and snickers. ”Once. But it wasn”t done well. It was more like a pat.”
Normally I”d be jealous but something about her expression makes me laugh. ”A pat?”
”Yeah, it was like this.” She taps me a little on the arm. ”Almost like your grandmother would say, there, there. It was honestly the biggest turn-off I”ve ever experienced.”
”Well, if that”s my competition out there, I think I have a pretty good chance of impressing you.” I reach around and grab her by the back of the neck, roughly pulling her toward me into a kiss.
”Let me guess, Mr. Light Petting was a really good guy. A nice guy. Someone you thought about taking home to meet Mom.”
She laughs and caresses my cheek, all while teasing me by rocking on my hard dick. I thrust my hips into hers. ”How did you guess?”
”Well, now you have someone who may not be so nice.” I reach around and squeeze her ass.
”You just finished telling me how good you are.”
”What do you think I am?”
She slowly pulls her dress over her head. She”s not wearing a bra, and her full breasts bounce as she tosses the dress aside. Her nipples are dusky peaks, and I lick my lips, longing to taste them.
”I think you”re a very smart man with secrets.” She skims her hand between her breasts, down her stomach and beneath the elastic band of her panties. ”And that makes you extremely dangerous.”
We lock eyes while she fingers herself. How the hell does this woman see into my soul while teasing the fuck out of me?
Finally, I can”t stand it anymore and stare between her legs. In a fit of sheer lust, I stand and hoist her to the bed. I throw her down onto the mattress and tear her panties.
”You ripped them,” she squeals. ”Fucking impressive.”
As she”s undoing herself from the shreds of ripped panties, I reach for a condom in my wallet and sheath myself.
”I”ll show you what”s fucking impressive.”
I enter her with fury, pinning her to the bed by holding her wrists.
She gasps as I pummel into her.
”Harder,” she whispers in my ear.
I let go of her arms and she squeezes my ass, urging me to go deeper and faster. I”m practically going out of my mind with lust, and I gaze at her neck.
Her neck.
Shaking, I bring my hand to her breastbone. I stop pumping into her and stay balls deep inside while I slowly slide my hand up to her throat.
”I”m not going to use any pressure. But if you want me to stop, I will.”
”No, don”t. Please don”t stop.”
I begin moving in and out of her slowly, while keeping my hand lightly on her neck.
”Do you trust me, Riley?”
”I do, Gabriel. I do, because I know you”re a good man.”
At those words, I take my hand off her neck and kiss her softly. The sex suddenly turns intimate, and we stare into each other”s eyes as our bodies move as one.
Would Riley feel the same about me if she knew the truth? If she knew how many people I”d killed, knew that I do business with drug cartels and shady developers, knew that I was damaged beyond repair by my parents?
Probably not.
But she”ll never know any of my secrets because I simply won”t tell her.