Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Eris
When Eris finished her phone call, she turned to discover a gorgeous, masked man standing in the archway, arms crossed, her favorite glowing mask hiding his expression.
All at once, the doubts she’d had during her call faded.
Talking to her sister made her vulnerable, sharing the things she wasn’t certain she wanted to tell Gabriel out loud, but he was here now.
Looking at her through the mask with that hungry expression she always imagined when they played, even if she couldn’t see it clearly.
Her body heated, and she knew she could get used to this. If he kept playing with her like a toy she was going to become one, and here in this big house to explore, it really wouldn’t be so bad…
“Strip,” he commanded, his voice thick. She could see the bulge in his pants, and her hands made quick work of the tank and shorts she’d worn over here.
Her shoes were back by the front door, so it only took moments to strip bare and undo the banana clip in her hair, letting her long locks fall free.
“Were you listening to me?” she breathed, rubbing her thighs together.
That plug made every shift slightly uncomfortable, and it was part of the reason she abandoned the chair during her plant watering extravaganza.
Watering while balancing and squirming around made her hypersensitive, but he seriously needed someone in here who knew about plants.
“For a while,” Gabriel allowed, crossing the room in slow strides.
She wished he would hurry up, pounce on her, and nail her against the wall.
“Think I can make you cream across the table in here, little vixen?”
She blushed, pressing her hands to her cheeks. “Of course that’s what you heard!”
“I heard a lot,” Gabriel agreed, stopping out of reach.
She wanted to scream, wondering where the hunt part of her game was. If Gabriel wanted to be sweet and romantic with her, he’d drag her to the bedroom, but she had the feeling this wasn’t the case.
“I think I’ve caught myself a prize.”
Eris jumped back, ready to play. “You haven’t caught anything yet, Master.”
He clicked his tongue, and her eyes widened as his fingers went for his belt. Instead of undoing his pants, which would be silly if he was trying to give chase, he ripped his belt away from his jeans.
He wrapped the belt partway around in a circle, creating a loop, and then started doing something similar on the other side. Eris shook her head, focusing on his face again. “If you want me, Master, catch me.”
“Oh, I plan to,” he replied, and she resisted the urge to look down. Whatever he was planning, she would know all about it soon enough. “I’ve been stretching your ass for just the right moment. Perhaps it’s time I claim my favorite hole.”
Lust pooled low in her body at the idea.
He hadn’t fucked her like that yet, and her body craved the burn that came with anal so badly that she could almost come from the thought alone.
He had toyed with her for days, but this was the first time she seriously thought he would do it.
When he’d filled her with the large plug earlier, she’d known it would only be a matter of time before he made those fantasies a reality.
Reaching up, she played with her sore nipples, whimpering as they hardened at her touch. “I told you already. Want me? Catch me.”
She threw herself to the side, clothes abandoned, and made a sweeping circle around him. Gabriel didn’t try to grab her as she passed, which just set her on edge. If he let her get away, then he planned on turning this into a real hunt.
Eris knew she should probably be a little cautious; this wasn’t the hedge maze or Rawhide Ranch. Gabriel lived here; he knew the house significantly better than she did. Tearing out of the room she took an immediate right, cursing herself when she ended up by the front doors again.
Her breath caught when she heard Gabriel racing after her and, heart pounding, she flew upstairs.
This could be a calculated disaster. She’d never made it upstairs once she got distracted by house plants and phone calls, and if there was only one staircase, she was effectively trapping herself on the top floor.
Eris moaned as she climbed the steps, the plug spurring on her arousal the more she moved. The slickness between her legs told her she was more than wet enough for anything Gabriel had in mind, and honestly, she wanted him to be rough.
Rough, wanting, desperate, she wanted all the things Gabriel gave her when he played the role in the dark. She wanted the throb and ache and her poor nipples to be teased and sucked no matter how over sensitized she felt.
Upstairs split in two directions, and Eris went right. She couldn’t tell from one quick glance what was up here aside from a sitting area, and to the right she could see long windows past the archway. The plug in her ass as she ran became more and more distracting as she hurried along.
The first door she opened turned out to be a closet, and the second was a laundry room. By the time she opened door number three, Gabriel was all but breathing down her neck. She wasn’t closing the doors in her haste, leaving an easy trail for him to follow.
When his steps slowed behind her as she stepped into the room, she knew he had her trapped.
This had to be his bedroom, given the large bed, oversized space, and en suite bathroom she could see through a door. She debated going through there to stretch out the hunt, but really, it wouldn’t buy her a lot of time.
“Right to the bedroom,” Gabriel purred, and she spun around to eye him.
He still had his belt in his hand, and now, she realized it looked like a makeshift restraint. Like leather bound handcuffs, and her pussy clenched at the idea he could restrain her too. She was way too entranced for her own good.
“What a good little vixen.”
Eris bit her lip, looking around for another escape. There was a door that appeared to lead to a balcony, but Gabriel was in the way of reaching it.
Instead of continuing to fight, she lifted her head with a smirk.
If he really wanted a prize, she could give him one.
Stepping towards the bed, she kneeled beside it, placing her hands on her knees with the palms up.
It stretched her inner walls around the plug, making her ache with need as she finally gave in.
“No, Master. Not just a good little vixen. Your good vixen.”