Chapter 7 #2
And he doesn’t stop when his toes touch mine, he keeps pushing forward until I can’t bend backwards anymore and fall onto the bed.
“Do you like this shirt?” He asks, hooking a finger into the neckline. When I don’t respond, because he’s broken my brain again, he asks again. “Does this shirt have special meaning to you?”
It’s a Cubs shirt I bought at the thrift shop a year ago. I don’t even like baseball. Part of me wants to lie, but then I remember his threat only a few seconds ago, and I’m not sure now is the time to test him.
“Not really, why?”
He answers by ripping the shirt in two, neckline to hem, with no more effort than if it were made of paper. I gasp and grab for the edges, but he brushes my hand away, reaching next for my bra.
“Wait!” I barely get the word out before it’s ripped apart, too. The cups fall to my sides, spilling my breasts out into the open.
He stares down at me like a starving man seated at an all-you-can-eat buffet. His tongue runs along his bottom lip as his eyes drink me in.
When he reaches for the elastic of my leggings, I grab hold of his wrist.
“Please. I only have two pairs of these I like.”
He gives a curt nod. “Then take them off. You have two seconds and then I do it.”
Powered by the panic of losing the best pair of leggings I own, I shimmy out of them, dropping them to the floor.
He eyes my panties and I’d like to crawl back into the nearest hole. My cheeks heat with embarrassment. When I’d showered after waking up on the couch, I’d thrown on the first pair I found.
Light blue cotton briefs. Full coverage.
“Do you like these too?” He snaps the thin elastic band.
“No. I mean, they’re not special.”
A grin tugs on his lips as he slides his fingers into the elastic. “Lie back.”
“I’m not sure I should.”
He levels me with a glare. “You definitely should.”
Swallowing my rebellion, I do as he says but clench my thighs tight. Maybe he won’t notice the wet spot on my panties from where he’s made my pussy soaked.
He hasn’t even touched me yet, and my body reacts as though his tongue has been everywhere.
“Open these pretty legs for me, Savvy.” He wiggles his hand between them, digging his fingernails into my skin until I comply. Only the pain doesn’t just make me obey him, it sends a new rush of arousal through me.
“What’s this?” He trails a featherlike touch across my pussy lips, over the wet spot of my panties. “Soaked through already and your punishment hasn’t even started yet.”
He rubs his fingers over my pussy, soaking the fabric even more before he brings his mouth over my pussy. The heat of his lips bleeds through the material as he kisses the wet spot. Then, using his tongue, he licks me through my panties.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good already, and I haven’t even gotten to your pussy.” He pulls the material to the side, exposing me again to his hungry eyes and inhales deeply. “So fucking sweet.”
I clench my hands at my sides, telling myself that no matter what he does, I will not respond. If he thinks he can drag me right to the edge and leave me there again, he’s crazy.
“Last night, I left you with too much energy. So tonight, I’m going to make sure you’re too tired to be a bad girl.” He swipes his tongue through my pussy lips, then pries them apart to flick my clit.
There’s no stopping the moan that erupts from my body.
“Such a good girl. Now, behave, and let me have my fun.” He slowly sinks two fingers into me, curling them at exactly the right spot just as he sucks my clit between his lips.
I nearly leap from the bed as my orgasm rips through me out of nowhere. He holds me down with one hand on my belly, licking my clit in even strokes as the waves of the orgasm slowly ebb.
“That’s one.” He mutters against me, twisting his fingers and pumping them with more force. “You owe me three more.”
Three?! I’m just about to inform him that’s not possible. That I’ve never even come close to anything like that, when his tongue moves in a new pattern. Swirling counterclockwise then reversing, over and over while his fingers continue to thrust into me.
“You can do it, sweetheart, give me another.” He flicks his tongue sharper.
My body jerks in response.
With each passing circle of his tongue, he increases the pressure until it’s almost too much to bear, then he slows and eases off. As though driving me to the top of the mountain and letting me slide back down before falling over the side.
He slides his hand from my stomach to my breast, cupping it gently at first, then pinching my nipple.
“Oh!” I grab at his hand, but he slaps my breast before I can get a hold of him.
“Stay out of my way. I’m happy to use the belt again, but it’ll be on your pussy instead of your ass this time.” He lifts his gaze up to mine, waiting until I’m locked in on him before he flicks his tongue over my clit again. “And you don’t want that, I promise you.”
I’m not sure I want any of this. I can’t comprehend what’s happening, only that my body is no longer under my own control.
“Come for me again, sweetheart, you can do it.” He twists his fingers and pinches my nipple again. “Now, baby, be a good girl and come for me.”
As though his words stroke me as sweetly as his fingers are, another orgasm builds and builds until it explodes through me. I scream out from the intensity. My body is taut and too alive, but he’s not done.
“Good girl. That’s two. Halfway there.” He continues, licking and thrusting. Twisting and pinching.
I claw at the bedding beneath me, writhing under his tongue, needing more and needing him to stop at the same time.
When the third orgasm hits, my body hums with electricity.
“So good, that’s three. One more.” He lifts his eyes to mine. “You can do it, I know you can.”
Tears build, sliding down my cheeks.
“Please, Gabriel, I can’t. You don’t understand, it’s too much. It’s too much.” My heavy breathing keeps me from being able to enunciate the words clearly enough.
Or he just doesn’t care because he doesn’t stop.
He lifts his head, looking up my body at me. “You owe me one more. Bad girls have to pay their consequences.”
“No. Please,” I whine as another tear slips.
“Should I make it two more?”
I shake my head, licking at my dry lips.
“Then show me you can be a good girl and give me one more.”
He returns to teasing my clit while pushing a third finger inside me. I clench at the discomfort when he spreads his fingers. He caresses my breast, lightly tweaking my nipple as he drags me closer and closer to another peak that will probably kill me when I topple over the other side.
His warm breath brushes over my sex. “Good girl, that’s right, so close, aren’t you? You’re right there. Ready to be my sweet girl.”
My thighs shake. A thin layer of sweat covers me.
“Gabriel, please.” I lift my hips, ready to dive headfirst into the canyon.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he mutters against me, swishing his tongue around my clit in perfect harmony with his thrusting fingers. “Come for me, one more—”
My scream of pleasure cuts him off as another orgasm shreds what is left of my dignity and resolve. My chest heaves with breath, my eyes burn from the tears.
I’m left ragged and used and wrecked.
“Shhh,” he slowly withdraws his fingers from me, shoving them right into his mouth to clean himself. I’m barely breathing but fuck that’s hot.
I snap my legs closed as soon as he’s moved to my side. Still trying to catch my breath, he slides me onto the bed so I’m lying on the pillows.
The sun’s rays still pour through the drapes, but I’m too exhausted to open my eyes.
He lies beside me, pushing my hair from my face so he can kiss my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, and then capture my mouth.
I’ve never tasted myself before, and to do it now from his lips, his tongue is enough to arouse me all over again.
His stormy gaze lines up with mine when he breaks the kiss.
“Stay in here for the rest of the night. In the morning, we’ll go over your first job. Sleep, Savvy.” He kisses my forehead, then slides from the bed.
I’m left alone again. But this time, as he predicted, I’m too wrung out to contemplate an escape.
First thing in the morning, though, I’ll figure a way out of this whole mess.
First thing.