CHAPTER FIVE #2
I arch beneath him, letting him pin my arm over my head. “I don’t want to want you this much,” I whisper.
He laughs as two thick fingers slide into me easily. “It’s not fair, is it?” he agrees, and groans. “Christ, you’re tight and wet. Fucking perfection, sweetness. You know you’re staying, don’t you?”
I nod on a sob, already falling apart beneath him. “I need to be more than just sex for a job, Gabriel,” I manage to force the words out.
Let me beg.
Please lie to me.
Say all the things I need to hear.
His fingers still inside me. “Make yourself come, Elena.”
“What?” My preorgasmic haze shatters as I peer up at him. Salty drops coat my cheeks.
I wiggle my hips, but he refuses to move. The thick intrusion inside me leaves me aching but just being there isn’t anywhere near enough for me to come.
“Give me your first orgasm. You’re soaked. You’re wearing my shirt. I want you to be mine.” He nuzzles along my jawline, discovering tender spots I don’t know I have. “Work yourself up on me and show me how you get yourself off.”
“I—” Heat suffuses my face as I shut down internally even as a rush of fluid coats the insides of my thighs.
Gabriel uses his knees to press my thighs wide, preventing me from shutting my legs when I tense. “Come on, sweetness. Every time you fight me, I’ll add an extra finger. How much can you stretch this pretty pussy for me?”
He slides a third inside me. I cry out at the burning pain that eases almost immediately. He pumps his hand once, coating his fingers and stops. The pleasure building instantly hits edging point and stays there.
I moan my frustration as he stares down at me, unmoving. “Please,” I beg. “I need…”
“I know,” Gabriel says softly. “I know, sweetness. I did something for you. Now I need something back. Can you do that for me? Show me,” he coos, circling my throat with his other hand and trapping my air gently.
Everything so, so gently.
I gush for him. “Fuck,” I whimper, rocking in time to the flex in his hand on my throat, syncing my movements with how he pulses and lets me breathe only to take my air away again.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he approves, timing my rocks with his hand. “Keep going. I wanna see you cream on my hand tonight. Work that pretty little cunt on my fingers like they’re your new favorite toy.”
I whimper, straining to press past the second knuckles. Pressure builds and I push a hand between us, working my clit. Gabriel allows it, though the trade off is that he takes more of my air with each pulse.
My moans fill the treehouse, cut off each time I raise my hips, seeking greater friction.
“Stunning,” he whispers as I lurch upright, pushing against his hand around my throat on a cry no one else hears and as I gush all over his hand.
“Gabriel—” I stutter out. My thighs strain, attempting to close as I force my pussy over the knuckles of all his fingers, impaling myself deeper on him.
“Christ, that’s a beautiful sight.” He leans down and licks my lips, sliding his tongue inside my mouth when I open for him.
Our mouths barely meet as he glides his tongue against mine.
Pleasure ignites in me again. He spreads his fingers inside me and I cry out into his mouth.
Dark eyes watch me, assessing my limits.
The hand on my throat closes and doesn’t let go.
Breath escapes me. I can’t inhale, but I keep trying, flailing in his hold as he murmurs his approval.
His thumb works my clit fast, hand pumping inside me hard and rough. Faster than I can ever work myself.
I scream silently, already coming undone for him. Heat builds and builds as my orgasm crests but he doesn't release me. I come on his hand a second time, bucking my hips upward as he drives his hand deeper inside me than before. My scream tears at my throat, flexing beneath his hand.
“Need you,” I mouth before he kisses me, his tongue tracing along mine sensually.
My shudders and shivers subside as he lets my breath flow back in, stroking my clit gently.
“Gabriel,” I moan, rocking my hips. “I can’t keep up with you.”
He laughs softly. “Honey, when I’m here you’ll have my dick in you so often that you’ll beg me to leave.”
“Never.”
“I haven’t fucked you yet.” He catches my hand and drags it to the front of his pants, rubbing my palm over his hard length. “If you want to take me, I’ll need to stretch this pretty pussy out a little more.”
He over fills my hand.
“Fuck,” I whisper finding the size of him.
Gabriel’s fingers flex inside me. “Lie back, beautiful. Let me lick you.”
I whimper as he pushes his shirt up over my breasts, exposing the scars on my skin. I cover them up but he knocks my hands away with a growl.
“Never hide from me, Elena. Never.”
I nod as he pushes me back, completely bared to him, and let him spread me wide. His hands glide over my curves, his tongue tracing a similar path. Fluids that weren't mine are on my skin, his sheets.
“Get this off.” I tug at his wet shirt. “I want to feel you warm against me.”
“Let me turn up the furnace.” The pressure between my legs disappears.
I let out a feral moan, still splayed out across his bed. Gabriel disappears for a moment then he’s back. He strokes between my legs, his mouth hot and wet on my breasts.
“Gabriel—”
“Gabe.” He raises his mouth to find mine. “Just Gabe, sweetness.”
“Gabe,” I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair and stroking them through. “So silky."
His touch returns between my legs. “I’m gonna spend hours stretching you out, Elena. After tonight the only man you’ll take is me, do you understand?”
It’s the same understood? that he gave me when he left to find Oliver.
He slides two fingers inside me as I nod. My pussy pulses.
“I understand, Gabe.”
“Tell me what you understand.”
“It means you won’t let me leave.”
He adds a third finger and pushes in hard. I cry out. “Try that again, sweetness.”
“It means I stay here with you forever.”
He thrusts gently, working me smoother. Pressure builds quickly. I moan, lift my hips in time to his thrusts.
“Good girl. What else?”
“It means you’ve taken payment for what I needed.”
A fourth finger. Hard shove. Harder thrust.
“Fuck.” I bite my lip and look up at him with pleading eyes.
“Fix. It.” His tone is as hard as his movements as he pushes his hand back into me.
I think fast, which isn’t easy because even with his roughness, the feel of him working my body drags me closer and closer to orgasm. “You’ve done what I asked and I’m your reward. And I’m…” I don’t know how to say the last part and look to him for help.
Gabe stares down at me, his hard face relentless as his touch gentles, four fingers gliding into me, out again. Fuck, I’m wet. I’ve never needed a man so much in my life. I want him so much it hurts. He holds my orgasm hostage with slow gentle touches when I know just how brutal he can be.
“You earn a reward every time you’re good for me, sweetness. I'll show you how,” he promises me. “What else?”
I gaze back at him, panicking. My body tightens as he cradles me close. “I don’t know—”
“You can do this. Breathe, beautiful."
I nod, rocking my hips as he doesn't punish me this time. A fifth digit prods at my entrance. His thumb works its way into me, aided by the copious slick that soaks his bed.
“You’ll stretch me to the point that I’m useless to another man and only yours,” I whisper, choking on my own need.
“You’re mine now,” he murmurs, working his hand against me.
Knuckles bump my entrance. I groan at the tight, full, impossible feeling. “It won’t fit,” I gasp, clawing at his shoulder.
“We won’t rush this,” Gabe promises me. “I’ll work you all night, gorgeous.
Then I’m going to sink my cock into your stretched pussy after I’ve been arm deep in you for hours, and play with your nipples.
You’re going to soak my cock in your cum, over and over, and I’m not even going to fuck you.
You’re going to get used to the feeling of me inside you, sweetness, I promise.
You’ll learn to love my cock inside you so much that you’ll feel empty without me. ”
His words are my poison. I shudder as his knuckles slip, one at a time inside me. It’s a train wreck as I come for him, bearing down when I shouldn't, opening my mouth for his tongue as he invades every sacred place in me. I come as he glides his fist inside me and opens his hand.
“Fuck,” I pant, shivering. “Fuck, fuck—”
My pussy grips his arm, fluttering as he groans. Gabe reaches down and grips his cock, arching over me. A few hard jerks and he spills his seed all over me, painting my belly and my scars and my breasts in white ropes as he shouts my name.
I moan at the depravity of it, my ruined pussy stretched out on his hand, him cumming all over my body.
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, Elena. And you’re mine,” he whispers reverently.
I whimper as he slides his hand from my body and drives it back in again. My head tosses back, and I swear I lose sense of the world as the cycle restarts.
Our bodies press together, his mouth on mine in hungry, liquid kisses. Fluids smear across our skin as he works my body as he promised, letting me get used to the feel of him, his growing hardness trapped between us.
As the sun rises, he rolls me over to face the open forest, tucking the quilts over our bodies. The air has a deep chill to it. The furnace isn’t quite keeping up.
“With me, sweetness.” Gabe slides an arm under my head as I nearly pass out on him, barely able to arrange my body the way he asks.
He tucks my hips, lifting one leg as he slides behind me. I close my eyes, exhausted and barely conscious as he kisses and sucks at the skin on my neck.
“Deep breath, beautiful,” he murmurs, playing with my clit. “Can you come for me once more?”
“Are you kidding?" My eyes drop shut. “You’ve worn me out, Gabe.”
“I hope not,” he rasps as he jerks his hips and fills me with that log of cock between his legs. “Now we really start.”