Chapter 14 Angel
Angel
“Where are you taking me?” I had gained very little information from the walk from the bedroom out to the limo.
I turned my head up to the sky, noting that the sun was already falling behind a long line of trees.
Warm air touched my skin, a gentle breeze lifting the strands of my hair as I was hurried along.
The first breath of fresh air felt like a Godsend, but at the same time, I felt too rushed to actually fucking enjoy it.
Glancing back over my shoulder, I finally got an actual look at where I’d been imprisoned for the last several days.
The place that I’d been kept in was obviously a large manor house—not unlike the one where I’d been raised.
The face of the mansion had four large columns at the entrance, each one wrapped with what looked like perfectly gardened ivy.
There were even flowers. A strange detail, in my opinion, considering I didn’t expect Gaven to have a gardener.
How long was he planning on keeping me here?
Did he expect that it was something I would like?
Gaven stopped at the back of the limo and opened the door without waiting for one of the men who trailed out after us.
They were all in black suits, but surprisingly, they hung back.
In the past, whenever I’d gone anywhere with my father, they’d been practically on top of us.
These realizations, however, didn’t have much time to percolate in my head as I was urged into the vehicle and, soon after, joined by Gaven.
The door shut, and the car pulled away from the building.
As the man in the front drove down a long, winding pathway, I peered out of the tinted backseat windows, watching trees pass by until we slowed at a set of iron gates. The limo paused and after a few moments, the gates opened and we were on our way once again.
“Would you like a drink?” Gaven offered instead of answering my question.
He reached down into the side of the back of the limo and pressed a button.
The soft whirr of a secret compartment opening and raising up sounded in the otherwise quiet interior of the vehicle.
I silently watched as Gaven pulled two crystal glasses out of the revealed compartment and uncapped a matching decanter full of amber liquid.
“I’ll take a drink if you tell me where we’re going,” I replied.
Gaven didn’t immediately respond as he filled the glasses and then passed one to me. A large part of me didn’t expect an answer, but surprisingly, Gaven gave me something. “A club opening,” he finally said.
“A club opening?” I repeated his words as I put the glass to my lips and took a long sip. The spicy brandy seared over my tongue and I winced as I swallowed. Contrarily, however, Gaven gulped down half of the glass without batting an eyelash.
“Yes.” Even though his glass wasn’t empty, he took the decanter again and refilled it nearly to the brim.
I nodded to it. “Are you feeling stressed about something?” I prompted.
Cool, steel blue eyes met mine. “If I am, will you offer to relax me?”
My fingers clenched around the glass in my hand.
“Perhaps.” Being the object of his obsession and the craving for his relaxation and release would be good, I told myself.
Getting close to him was a good goal because it would soon have him letting his guard down just enough for me to actually get away.
My offer had nothing to do with the pulse of heat between my legs. Nothing at all.
That was yet another lie I told myself and hoped I would one day believe.
Gaven sipped his drink a bit more slowly the second time around as the driver steered the limo away from what looked like a tree-infested countryside and closer to an urban setting. Several minutes passed in silence and it wasn’t until my glass and Gaven’s were both empty that he spoke again.
“Come here, Angel.” His order was soft, spoken with a clear, succinct inflection—though not angry or otherwise strained.
I stared back at him for a long moment, wondering if I should or not.
What would it help? But then again, what would it hurt?
Gingerly, I laid the glass into one of the cup holders and scooted across the leather seat towards him.
Without missing a beat, Gaven reached over and grasped me around my waist, lifting me up and depositing me in his lap in a fast movement that sent my head tumbling face-first into a gloriously confused state.
What game was he playing at?
After locking me up for so long, could I trust that this was simply a reward from him for being so well behaved, or was there something more he was planning? Something worse in store?
“You said you’d like to relieve me of my stress, yes?” he asked.
With my legs thrown together across both of his thighs and one of my arms draped around the back of his shoulders, I had nowhere else to look but directly at him. “If you think I can…” I hedged.
Gaven’s hand moved down, dropping from my face to my throat.
One of his arms banded around my back—the heat of him burning into my skin in a way I thought was only possible with actual fire.
The other, however, was given free rein as he trained it across my thighs and over the openings in the sides of my dress and further up to my chest and neck.
“I know you can relax me, Angel,” he replied. “The question is—if you’re willing to give me what I need, what else are you willing to give me?”
I swallowed. “What do you want?”
His lashes lifted. “The truth.” As quickly as I’d found myself leaning towards him, my body filling with warmth and arousal, just as those words slammed into my ears, a wave of cold swept it all back up again and drifted the cozy, lustful hunger away.
He gripped me tight when I swayed back and attempted to leave his lap to move back to my earlier seat.
“Don’t run away now,” Gaven said. “Not when I’ve got you where I want you.”
“We’re in a moving vehicle,” I reminded him, though the words came out less than firm.
His lips twitched before slowly curving up on both sides. A smiling Gaven was an odd thing. I’d seen him smile before, but it always preceded him doing something absolutely disgraceful—usually to me. As if trained for this very moment, my heart began pounding against my ribcage.
“Don’t think about that now,” he urged, his head dipping until I felt the heat of his mouth against the side of my throat. “Spread your legs for me.” His hand moved lower, spreading over my stomach, warming me through the fabric of my dress.
“I can’t,” I muttered. “The dress…”
Without hesitation, he gripped the delicate, expensive fabric and began dragging it up in handfuls. When the end of the dress was in my lap and my legs were bare, his hands finally reached my flesh.
“Now…” Gaven gripped my thigh and dragged it wide, sliding over until I was sat, facing away from him, with my legs spread open and his chest against my spine. “Give me something to make me relax, wife.”
There’s only one person getting to relax and it certainly wasn’t me because as my legs were hooked on either side of his thighs, his hands were given the freedom to roam, and roam, they did.
A gasp escaped from between my lips as he slowly worked his way inward, kneading my thighs on the outside and then the delicate inner flesh before he slid upward, towards my pussy.
My back arched and a whimper left me. Against the strips over my chest, I felt my nipples tighten.
Fire danced around inside of me, just waiting to be unleashed, but still he kept himself contained.
His fingers played against my lips, stroking up one side and the other and then back down, but he never ventured inward.
He never slid them against my clit or thrust them inside of me.
He knew what he was doing. He was driving me to the brink of insanity and he was getting off on it. It was fucking maddening.
“Do you want something, love?” he asked after several long moments like that with me spread out in front of him and his hands all but fucking my cunt.
“Yes.” I hissed, my hips bucking upward as his fingers damn near grazed my clit once more. I was fucking soaked.
“I want to do something else,” he said with a chuckle. “Do you trust me?”
I stiffened at that question, the untamed arousal that had been swimming through me seconds before fading, even if only marginally. I bit down on my lip. “Don’t ask me that, Gaven,” I cautioned him. He wouldn’t like the answer.
Silence met my warning, then my body was being lifted. A squeak left my throat as I was deposited, face down, over his lap and the back of my dress was flipped up until my ass was bare. A shark slap echoed through the back of the limo and I gasped as heat burned through my backside.
“What—”
“Don’t speak.” Gaven’s low growl had me shutting right the fuck up.
It was two words, but the voice in which they were spoken sounded more like that of a barely leashed animal.
It was bitter. Angry. “From here until we get to the club, keep your mouth shut,” Gaven said.
“You may moan, you may cry, but I want no words to come from your lying little lips, Angel.”
“Gaven, I—”
Slap.
His hand disappeared from my ass only to come down hard on the sensitive flesh. I screamed at the first strike. The second one was less surprising but still just as harsh. Gaven’s palm came down hard, again and again. He spanked me, lighting my ass on fire with his discipline.
I keened, arching up as he pinned me down across his lap. Fresh pain blistered my ass and I breathed low, hissing through my teeth as I waited for it to change. I knew it would, given time.
“Do. Not. Speak.” Gaven’s words were clipped and quick. “That was your last warning. The next time you open your mouth and try to talk without permission, I’ll fuck your ass right here and have you walking into that club with my cum dripping out of it, do you understand? Nod once if you do.”