Chapter 14
Gabe scooped me up in his arms and carried me bridal style inside and down a hallway, passing a few doors before booting one open that led to his bedroom. It was a good thing too, because holding back a release had been exhausting, and the final release, earth shattering.
Gabe looked hungry, for me, and I felt a thrill of excitement move through my body that instantly restored my energy and replenished my desire for more. He placed me on my feet, without shoes, I’d lost those somewhere on the deck, and with barely reaching his shoulder, I realized that 5’5” was really short when compared with him. I didn’t find the size difference intimidating. In fact quite the opposite. With those bulging muscles, tossing me around like a ragdoll would be child’s play… I inwardly smirked at the pun.
Gabe didn’t toss me, instead he backed me up until the backs of my thighs hit the edge of the mattress, forcing me to sit. “Scooch back and spread your legs for your Master.”
No need to tell me twice. I moved back, and widened my thighs as far as they would go.
“You look good enough to eat,” he said. His tone held a gruff edge, similar to in his office when he’d had his cock down my throat.
He removed the black shirt that fit his muscled torso like a second skin. My nipples pebbled just looking at him. He was ruggedly handsome, so much so that gazing at him filled all my senses. When he undid the buttons on his jeans, I licked my lips with anticipation. When they fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, I was happy to see that he wasn’t wearing any boxers. Not that his skin-tight bamboo boxer briefs weren’t attractive, but seeing his junk uncovered, with precum on the tip of his very hard, very large cock, was the best.
My lips parted, hoping he’d control me again and shove his member inside my throat. I’d had that desire since our sexy time in his office, and was surprised, because I’d never really craved giving oral, just receiving it, but his velvet-covered iron rod had tasted like candy and I wanted more.
I wanted him inside of me, either orifice would do, but somehow I knew he wasn’t done torturing me yet. He climbed onto the bed and I held my breath, silently begging him to thrust that giant snake into my needy cunt.
He pressed his cock head to my entrance, and I watched, entranced as he nudged against my opening. Oh please, please, please thrust it inside of me! But no… instead of impaling me, he pulled back and dropped his torso between my thighs and wrapped his muscular arms around them.
His tongue swept between my puffy lips and gently suckled my clit. My hips naturally lifted, wanting to thrust into his mouth, but he pressed my thighs into the mattress and clamped down on my clit. It was so sudden, my body spasmed uncontrollably with my release. I shrieked with the sudden onslaught, my brain barely processing what just happened when Gabe replaced his chest with his hips and thrust his cock inside of me. But he didn’t ride my release in search of his own. He held me tight, maintaining eye contact while he slowly thrust all the way in, and almost all the way out. Oh, sweet friction! What a man, making love to me, instead of fucking me. Although I loved both, having a man make love to me hadn’t happened very often. I’d always searched for pleasure, not love, but Gabriel was making me question my choices with every thrust.
I soon lost myself in the possession that lay within his beautiful, but intense bluish/black orbs. That possession and desire were warring for supremacy and I wondered if he was staking a claim on me? Would I, could I, be his outside of work and the club. Was there a future in which we could be together fully and in the open? I hoped so because I could stare into those eyes and lose myself very easily.
Because of his size, each slow thrust rubbed my inner walls, before hitting that spot way in the back that made fireworks go off in my head. It was hard not to come, but not in the usual way, where my pleasure was overpowered and I’m flung off a cliff. This was a slow, deep burn that I’d never experienced at this intensity before, and I found that it was easier to allow him to pace us than for me to match his thrusts. There was something sublimely erotic about him making love to me that had me relax and enjoy like never before.
When I couldn’t take any more, and his thrusts became erratic, he changed the angle of his hips, hitting me hard in that special spot. I wrapped my ankles around his hips and clung on for dear life as he rode me.
“Now!” he yelled and I came apart while he thrust deep inside, his hips pressed firmly against my pelvis. I felt rope after rope of cum fill me to bursting. It was then that I realized that we hadn’t used a condom, we hadn’t in his office either and it wasn’t needed as I was on the pill. Before him, I always had and this was the first time I felt cum filling up my insides instead of a condom. It set off a second orgasm in me, and I cried out, digging my heels into his muscular ass.
Emotion stirred through me as we continued our eye contact. There was a reverence in his gaze now and I knew exactly how he felt. This pull between us had taken on a life all on its own. I wanted to tell him I loved him, that my feelings for him ran deep. But something held me back from doing so.
When he dropped to the bed rolling to his side, he took me with him. He pressed me back against his warm, broad chest and I snuggled in, sighing with contentment. A girl could get used to this. Just as I was beginning to nod off, Gabe announced he was taking a shower and invited me to join him.
I stood to follow him and felt his load trickling out of me and down my legs.
“That looks good.” Gabe lifted his chin toward my thighs. “I like seeing my cum dripping out of your sexy pussy.”
“Aren’t you the sweet talker?”
Gabe smirked as he led me into the massive walk-in shower. He turned on the water and pressed a few buttons, turned a few dials and water shot out from at least ten different jets.
“That’s a nice feature.” I leaned my head back and let the hot water soak in. When he didn’t respond, I cracked open an eye. He was admiring my body. Hadn’t he had enough? I lowered myself to my knees and gazed up at him.
He stepped closer, his semi-hard cock bobbing in front of my face. I gripped his length in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Gabriel ran one hand through my hair, then wrapped it around his hand as if he were holding a leash. It appeared to be an unconscious act, or so I thought until he used his grip to hold me still while he used my mouth, once again setting a pace that forced me to feel everything. It was way better than the first time and that had been fantastic.
He watched me as I swallowed his cock. His expression was one of pure lust as spit and precum leaked from the corners of my mouth. At least we were in the shower and I didn’t have to worry about dribbling all over clothing or anything. His cock grew in my mouth. His thrusts became more sporadic and I gagged with each one.
He suddenly pulled out and tugged me to my feet. “Put your hands on the shower seat.” As soon as my hands were down he sank his cock up to the hilt inside of me. “Play with your clit while I pound you from behind, Rose.”
No need to repeat himself, I was all in! “Yes, Sir!”
Gabriel spanked me while he fucked me hard under the streaming water and all the sensations together, created a hyperawareness that drove me on. When my orgasm hit, it was a moment of finite awareness, every sensation, the water, the sound of his skin slapping against mine. The heat on my ass and the slickness between my legs, that pushed me over. A primal sound came from deep within me as I fell apart around his cock. Gabe shouted with his release, pulling out and pumping his cum all over my freshly spanked ass.
It was so dirty, and I loved it. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of us in the mirror across from the shower. I’d never seen myself look so used. It both thrilled and terrified me, because I was all in with this man, but I still didn’t know if he felt the same.
Later in his bed, he held me and we gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, no words needed. Except that I had the overwhelming feeling to tell him how I really felt. As I worked up the courage, Gabe said good night and rolled to face away from me. It took forever for me to fall asleep with my mind racing with all the reasons why he’d rolled over and gone to sleep. As I was drifting off to sleep at last, I decided that in the morning I would call Mari and ask her if telling him I was in love with him was moving too fast or being too clingy.
I was traversing new territory and my wild dreams reflected that. I was being chased by danger, but whenever I turned around to face it, nothing was there. When I woke, Gabe’s side of the bed was empty. I placed my hand on the spot he’d occupied and found it cold. He’d left some time ago then. I rolled over to his side and saw a note. “Gone to work, see you there.”
I looked at the time and realized I’d be late for the second time this week. I phoned Yula and then headed to my apartment to get ready and phoned Mari, putting her on speaker phone while I was getting dressed.
“You’re not using personal time to call little ole me, are you?”
“Someone’s in a playful mood, and no, I’m not there yet, just getting ready.”
A moment of silence. “Is everything okay?” Her manner and tone had instantly shifted and I almost felt bad for bugging her like this. I explained about what had happened between Gabe and me and how I’d wanted to tell him I loved him but didn’t. “I’m so confused, Mari, why would Gabe do that?”
“Men, am I right?” she said in a sarcastic tone with a Bronx accent. I immediately laughed. She really was in a great mood.
“This is why I often choose women, you don’t see them hiding behind their Domme mask saying should I or shouldn’t I. Seriously, guys are exhausting!”
She certainly had a point.
“I believe Mr. Tough guy is hiding from you, Rose, and if you’re asking for my advice, I’d say talk to him and be upfront. Tell him you’re all in and ask him if he’s on board or not. He can’t just strap an app on you and expect you to be safety conscious and call him Master Heimdall in the privacy of his home if he isn’t going to cough up the commitment, capiche?”
She ended that with the Bronx accent again and I couldn’t help chuckling. “You are in a good mood, why?”
“Never mind about me, let’s just say I had a great night, this is residual from a hot night of play. Call me if you need anything.”
She hung up. I quickly tucked my phone into my purse and headed out the door, feeling a need to talk to Gabe and get our expectations aligned. As I entered the elevator, my phone pinged with a group email alert. I have different notification sounds for the varying levels of importance so I don’t miss anything, and this one was number one, urgent for all employees of GH.
It was from Gabe. I read down and saw he was leaving immediately for a job and would be out of the office for a few days. Of course he was, son of a… I stomped out of the elevator, frustration overriding my usually sunny disposition.
I texted him. I need to speak with you. How long will you be gone?
He replied: I’ll text you when I return.
My thoughts drifted to the negative. Why wouldn’t he say more when he wanted to know where I am at all times? I could be a complete bitch, take off the bracelet and leave on the bus. That would sure as hell get his attention. Visions of pissing him off rifled through my brain at a fast clip. But on the ride over, I’d chosen the bus instead of an Uber as the urgency to arrive on time had fled, along with every nasty idea that passed through my mind. But by the time I arrived at work, I was me again and things were fine. There was nothing I could do about it now anyway, so best to put it aside and move on, at least for the moment.