9. Gabriel
Chapter 9
Gabriel
Wren turns within the circle of my arms. The desire in her eyes is like a promise. “I’ll be your little girl. I’ll be your everything if you’ll let me.”
I cup her cheek with one hand while the other cradles the back of her head, tilting it gently so I can search her eyes.“Do you even know what it means?” I ask, my voice steady. My heart? Not so much.
She purses her plump lips thoughtfully. “I think I’ve got the measure of it. You want to dress me up in diapers and a romper suit. Feed me formula milk, throw me over your shoulder, and burp me. Am I right?”
I press my forehead to hers, my body shaking with laughter. “God, you’re precious. That works for some people, but it’s not what I want, sweetheart. I just want to take care of you. Protect you. Give you everything you need.”
Wren sighs theatrically. “Well, that sounds like sheer hell.”
Laughter erupts from me again. “Or heaven.”
“Heaven,” she whispers. “I want that with you, Gabe. I did some research after that day on the rooftop when I called you Daddy. I wanted to learn about the dynamics of the relationship.”
I smooth my hands down her bare arms, relishing her silky skin. “And what did you learn?”
“That’s it’s not about me having daddy issues or you wanting to replace my father. It’s about a consensual relationship where one partner takes on the role of a caregiver while the other embraces the role of a Little. You would be my daddy, protect and care for me, and I would choose to obey you.” Her nose wrinkles, and fuck, if it’s not the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. “Is… is that right?”
I almost smile at her innocent explanation. “That’s exactly right. Is that something you want?”
“Would it only be in the bedroom? Or part of everyday life? ”
“It can be whatever we want it to be. Believe it or not, this is all new to me too. My one and only relationship ended more than fifteen years ago. I always knew something was missing, but I could never put my finger on it. Taking care of people is in my DNA, but when it came to a sexual relationship, I knew it had to be with the right woman. A woman who needed a Daddy. So I was prepared to wait. I’m glad I did because I stumbled across the right woman in a dingy alley, fighting for her life.”
Wren’s mouth drops open. “You’ve only been with one woman? How is that possible? I mean, look at you.”
I shrug. “I’ve always known what I wanted. And you’re it.”
“Wait, wait.” She shakes her head as she tries to catch up. “You’ve been waiting? For me? For fifteen years?”
“Give or take. I knew you were mine the second I looked into your eyes in that alley, Wren.”
“Oh. Oh .” She’s quiet for a moment as she absorbs the full weight of my words. Then her eyes lift to mine and she blows out a shaky breath. “I want to stay, Gabriel.” Her cheeks bloom pink as she steps closer. “I want to stay here with you as your little girl for as long as you’ll have me. ”
Fuck. I close my eyes briefly and swallow hard. Swallow again. My voice is hoarse as I ask, “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?”
She smiles. “About as long as I’ve wanted to say it?”
I huff a laugh. “Are you sure, little bird? Because staying for as long as I want you means staying forever.”
She pushes onto her tiptoes and presses her mouth to mine. “I’m sure, Daddy,” she whispers against my lips.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Wren’s kiss is clumsy, inexperienced. But, damn , if it’s not the best kiss I’ve ever had because it’s her body pressing against mine, her lips moving tentatively over my mouth, her tongue hesitant as it strokes my bottom lip.
Wrapping my arms around her, I haul her closer with a groan, taking over the kiss. She opens for me, and my tongue delves inside, tasting her, learning every sweet inch of her mouth.
I kiss her like the world is ending, like she’s the last woman I’ll ever kiss with passion. Because she is. Wren is it for me. I know it in my bones. I’ve been waiting for her—the woman who sets my soul on fire and fills the empty spaces in my heart. Fifteen years of abstinence has led to this moment. To my little bird.
When I pull back, Wren’s eyes are dazed, her mouth swollen, her chest rising and falling erratically.
I caress her cheek. “My home is yours. But I want you to stay because it’s what you want, not because you have no other choices.”
Her eyes hold mine unflinchingly. “I want this, Gabe. I want you. I want this… whatever this is between us. I want it all. With you.”
A possessive beast roars to life in my chest. “Then that makes you mine, Wren. Understand? Mine to touch. Mine to pleasure. Mine to protect and cherish.”
Wren nods. “I’m yours, Gabe. Only yours.”
Her words hit me like a freight train. I look deep into her cornflower blue eyes, seeing a fierce emotion that I’m sure is reflected in mine—an emotion neither of us is ready to name yet.
Her hands open and close on my arms. “Please, kiss me, Daddy.” It’s a whisper. A dare. A hope.
Fuck, she’s so warm, so soft as she slides against my body. So endlessly desirable. She wriggles in my arms, clawing at my shoulders.
“Gently, little one, gently.” I press my palms to her cheeks to hold her still.
“No,” she moans, tipping forward to kiss me again.
“Fuck, little bird. I don’t want to lose control with you.”
“I do. I don’t want gentle. I just want you.”
She makes me hotter than hell, stoking my desire into a blazing inferno. I struggle to keep my head as I slide my hands down her back and over the lush curve of her ass, tugging up her dress.
Surprise jams the breath in my lungs as my palms encounter naked, satiny skin. I rear back to look at her. Dear God. “No panties?”
Her cheeks flush crimson. “The dress is tight. I didn’t want a line.”
“You went out with no underwear? Where any man could’ve glimpsed what belongs to me?” I move my hand between her thighs. “ My pussy?”
“I’m sorry. I?—”
“Oh, you’ll be sorry, little one,” I say softly. “And sore after you’ve received your punishment.”
Wren squeals as I scoop her into my arms and head for my bedroom— our bedroom. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve been a naughty girl. And naughty girls get punished.”
I set her on her feet in the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed. Grabbing a pillow, I place it on my thighs. I’d rather have her directly against me, but I’m conscious she’s still healing. Her comfort will always come first.
“Come here.”
She swallows audibly but does as I ask.
“Turn around.”
Slowly, she turns so her back is to me.
I reach up and lower her zip. “Take off your dress.”
She faces me again, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. When she speaks, her words are barely a whisper. “I’ve never done this before. Never been naked with a man, I mean. You were… you were my first kiss.”
It takes a full minute for her meaning to hit me. When it does, I almost choke on my tongue. The knowledge that no one has ever kissed or touched her but me is like gasoline to my lust. “You’re a virgin?”
Wren nods. “I never wanted to… with anyone… until you.”
Fuck. I dig my fingers into my knees to stop myself from reaching for her. My little bird is an innocent. I can’t fucking wait to dirty her up.
“You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met, Wren Roberts. And tonight, I’m going to make you my woman,” I say roughly. I pause, capturing her sapphire gaze. “I will never hurt you, never take you beyond your limits, but this is how we play, little one. If you don’t like something, or if anything bothers your shoulder, tell me, and I’ll stop. Do you trust me?”
It’s a huge question, but we can’t do this unless she does.
Minutes pass before Wren finally nods, allowing the weight of her world to rest on my shoulders. Her expression is resolute despite the glimmer of uncertainty in her blue eyes. “Yes, Gabe. I-I trust you.”
My heart stumbles in my chest. I want to pull her into my arms and tell her how proud I am of her. But first, I need her submission.
“Good girl. Now, do as I asked and take off your dress.”
Taking a deep breath, she slides the straps off her shoulders. The dress slithers down her body, pooling at her feet in a puddle of crimson.
I drink her in. Dear God, she’s beautiful. Everywhere. Silver-blonde hair, soft curves, and long legs. She’s naked apart from the lacy bra cupping her tits. They’re not too small, not too big. I already know they’ll fit perfectly in my hands. She doesn’t shave or wax her pussy, the silken hair dusting her mound protecting her womanly secrets.
The scar on her shoulder is like a claret brushstroke against her pale skin. Smaller scars dot her arms and legs, reminding me of Gregory’s abuse. I grind my teeth but push the anger aside, not wanting thoughts of that fucker to intrude on this moment.
Her hands flutter nervously under my scrutiny, moving to cover her pussy.
I shake my head. “No, little one. Let me see you. It’s a sin to hide something so beautiful.”
Wren’s chin comes up a notch, her eyes sparkling with a sliver of newfound confidence as her hands drop back to her sides.
“There’s my girl,” I praise. “My brave little bird.” I beckon her with my index finger. “Lie across my lap. Face down.”
She hesitates for a second before moving toward me. Inhaling deeply, she leans forward, resting her weight on my lap. Her breasts and stomach are cushioned by the pillow, her ass in the air.
I slide my hand up the back of her thighs to her lower back, watching as goosebumps break out on her skin. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I rasp, smoothing my hand over a firm, rounded globe. “Every part of you is made for my hands. Are you comfortable?”
Wren nods.
“I need your words, little bird.”
“Yes, I’m comfortable.”
I dip my fingers between her thighs. “Ah, fuck. Already wet for me.” Dragging my finger over her slick folds, I press my thumb against her clit.
“Oh!” Wren whimpers and squirms.
“Does that feel good?”
“Y-yes.” Wren’s reply is a breathy whisper.
My palm comes down on her ass .
She jolts in my lap. “D-did you just spank me?”
“I told you earlier I would put you over my knee if you didn’t behave.” I smooth my hand over her reddened flesh. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Wren?”
“Yes.”
I bring my palm down on her other cheek, not too hard, but hard enough to let her know who’s in control. “Are you sure? Good girls don’t go out in public with no underwear. Not without Daddy’s permission. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes. Gabriel, please!”
“Please, what, little bird?”
She squirms in my lap. “Please touch me.”
“Where would you like me to touch you?”
“Everywhere.”
“Oh, I will, love. But right now, you need to be more specific. Where do you want me to touch you?”
“M-my pussy.”
“Here?” I ask, cupping her mound. She’s gloriously wet. Holy hell, my girl likes being spanked. She’s fucking perfect.
Wren shakes her head, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
I smack her perfect ass cheek again. “Use your words, baby girl. Tell me where you want my fingers.”
She turns her head to look up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes slumberous with desire. “Inside me. And… on m-my clit.”
“Good girl.” I press a finger inside her and slap her ass at the same time. “Jesus, you’re tight. Your virgin cunt is gripping my finger like a vise. You’ll feel like heaven when I sink into you.” I spread her juices around her clit, circling the small nub with my thumb as I pump my finger in and out of her snug sheath. “Tell me what you want.”
“More,” she moans. “I want more.”
“You got it.”
I slide my hand beneath her stomach above her belly button and ease a second finger inside her. Curling both digits, I seek the rough patch of skin on her front wall. I stroke her sweet spot while applying gentle pressure with my other hand. I stroke again and again, my thumb teasing her sensitive little bud as I stimulate her internally.
“Gabe?” she cries, her voice uncertain .
“It’s okay, baby girl. Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
Wren releases a choked moan, her nails digging into my lower legs as she tumbles over the edge. Pleasure grips her, every muscle in her body taut as her climax washes over her. My cock strains against my zipper as she pulses around my fingers. Fuck, I need inside my woman soon, or I’m gonna blow like a horny schoolboy.
I gently lift her, tossing the pillow up the bed and pulling her into my arms. She tucks her head under my chin, burrowing into me like a kitten. I rock her gently, soothing her with my words as her breathing slowly returns to normal.
Pulling back, I tip her chin up to look at me. “Are you okay?”
She nods, a hazy smile tugging at her mouth. “That was amazing.”
“Not too much?”
Cupping my face, she shakes her head. “Perfect. Like you.”
Turning my head, I kiss her palm. “I think it’s the other way around.”
Wren tugs at my shirt with impatient hands. “You have too many clothes on. ”
I chuckle. “That can be quickly remedied.”
Standing with her in my arms, I place her gently on the bed. She scoots back against the pillows, her eyes glued to me as I remove my clothes.
I keep myself in shape, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been naked in front of a woman. Insecurity nips at my heels, but the awe on Wren’s face obliterates any remaining doubt. She looks at me as though she wants to devour me. Her rapt gaze follows the trail of hair from my chest down my stomach to my cock. It twitches under her scrutiny, desperate to be inside her.
“You’re… stunning,” she murmurs as I climb onto the bed, looming over her.
Wren trails her fingers along my cheek and down my throat to my chest, where she flattens her palms over my pecs.
“If you keep touching me like that, this will be over far too soon.” My voice is hoarse as I capture one of her hands and bring it to my lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“Then we may have a problem because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop touching you.”
Her confession slams through me like a gunshot. I groan and claim her mouth in a heated kiss, ravishing her with my lips and tongue and teeth. She’s panting when I pull back, lips swollen, eyelids drooping over her glittering eyes.
Unhooking her bra, she tosses it aside, revealing her breasts. Round. Perfect. I lower my head, kissing the raised scar above her left breast from the knife wound. With a groan, I cup her breast and lick the beaded pink nipple. She arches on a whimper of pleasure as I circle the peak with my tongue, sucking hard before transferring my attention to the other one.
The intoxicating scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, and every inch of my skin flares into flame as the need to plunge into her sweet heat becomes overwhelming. I grit my teeth, telling myself to slow down, but my sensual little bird makes a mockery of my control. All that remains is the primal need to possess, to make her mine.
Nudging her legs apart with my knee, I slide one finger into her. She clenches in welcome, and her slick heat makes my cock swell in anticipation. She sighs sweetly as I explore her satiny cleft, teasing her clit. Once. Twice. A third time. A strangled moan is torn from her throat, and she surges against my hand.
Her breath escapes in a ragged rhythm that matches my strokes. Her broken exhalations are so fucking arousing. Hell, right now, everything about her is arousing. She could recite Pythagoras' theorem and it would drive me crazy with lust.
God help me, I know I should wait, but I can’t. Drawing back, I meet bright blue eyes. Fathomless, like the oceans. Sparkling with uncertainty and desire.
My hand shakes as I fist my cock and bring it to her entrance. “Forgive me, little bird.”