Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Eris
She hadn’t expected him to bite her. Then again, biting most certainly wasn’t off the table.
Heat rocked through her core as he sank his teeth in until it hurt, sucking the sensitive skin.
His other hand came around to tease along her covered pussy, making her feel positively helpless.
No part of her wanted to interrupt this moment.
“Master,” she moaned, thinking of the honorific she had used the last time they were together. She’d never had someone who wanted to be called a Master before, and Gabriel only ever had her do so in private. Even in the Dungeon at Rawhide, he hadn’t indulged in the nickname.
He moaned, sucking on the skin for another moment before releasing her with a pop.
She barely acknowledged the way his other hand held her thigh in place, ensuring she didn’t rock too far away while he had his teeth in her.
She spotted a red impression on her pale skin, the vague outline of a bite highlighted on her ass cheek.
Looking up, he winked at her, teasing a finger beneath her thong until her eyes rolled. She wasn’t entirely sure where he was going with this until he raised his palm, smacking her other cheek twice in quick succession.
Eris cried out, dropping her chest to the tree again. Where her hair was still stuck it slightly pulled, adding to her hypersensitivity. She wiggled her ass at his eye level, kicking her legs apart as far as they could go with her jeans trapped at her knees. “More.”
“Aren’t we an eager little vixen?” he teased with a smile, shooting her a wink when she glared down at him. “It’s been too long, Eris. I’m going to take my time with you.”
“Take all the time you want later,” she said, grasping the fabric of his expensive shirt at the shoulder.
They looked at odds with each other; she had on a flannel and cowboy boots, and he had on a nice dress shirt and expensive looking pants.
Did he always dress this nice to go horseback riding?
Eris couldn’t recall, her mind fogged up with ideas of sex instead of his riding attire. “Right now–”
“Right now,” he interrupted, rising to his feet.
He towered over Eris, reminding her that his height had been part of the draw last time she was at the Ranch.
They’d met here, and last time, she hadn’t been partnered off with anyone before her arrival.
She had the opportunity to test out her limits and likes with different Dominants, but Gabriel was the one who stuck.
“Right now,” he repeated, leaning in to skim his nose down the column of her throat.
It sent a shiver down her spine, and without thinking, she rubbed her thighs together.
Her pussy was so wet, she was sure he could smell her scent when he had crouched down behind her.
He had to know how turned on she was. “I need to bury myself in your pretty pussy, vixen.”
She thought he meant with his cock, his delicious, tempting cock that was poking her in the ass as he leaned over her.
Instead, he reached around their bodies and pressed his fingers to her aching clit, over the thin material of her underwear.
It felt good, but it wasn’t what she wanted, and she moaned in frustration.
“More,” she whimpered, craning her neck around to see him. He was studying her with such intensity she didn’t know what to make of those dark eyes. “Please.”
“I don’t recall please being in your vocabulary before,” he replied with a smirk, and she remembered how often she had demanded things from him last time.
He was a giving Dominant in the bedroom, but he was right.
She didn’t say please often or beg. She preferred to tell him point blank what she wanted; everything except her newfound primal kink.
She was at odds with herself.
Kneeling behind her again, Eris felt him tug the wet material of her thong out of the way.
She couldn’t push her legs any further apart, and he still had his fingertips over her clit, teasing the bundle of nerves between the pads of his fingers.
It kept her in suspense, giving her just enough to grind against but not enough to get herself off.
He knew exactly what he was doing to her.
Biting her lip, she wondered if he wanted her to give him more.
He wasn’t outlining things, leaving her in the dark about what he expected.
She thought he’d tackle her, fuck her, and they would go from there.
Talking in between the chase and sex gave her mind time to overthink, and she knew if he didn’t have her moaning here in the next few moments, she would keep distracting them with her chattering.
It was a nervous habit of hers. Eris wasn’t entirely sure she needed to break the habit or anything drastic like that, but it would work against her right now.
All her worries drifted away when Gabriel leaned in, licking her pussy from behind. The soft brush of his tongue against her swollen pussy lips made her gasp, his hands pulling her cheeks wider to give him better access.
Eris whimpered, slamming her hands against the tree again. She couldn’t recall the last time someone teased her like this. If she was lucky enough to find a lover who would use their mouth on her, they usually did a subpar job.
Then again, everyone seemed to pale in comparison to Gabriel. Without even meaning to, she had already mentally decided he was her favorite lover.
As she moaned, scraping her nails against the tree, she forgot to care about what else Gabriel might be doing while he teased her with his tongue. He moaned louder for her when she ground down against his face, and it was only when he suddenly pulled away that Eris gasped.
It quickly morphed into another moan, his thick cock teasing her pussy for just a moment before he shoved in hard and fast, sheathing his length in one quick motion inside of her.