Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Aurora
Ijerk awake to the sensation of someone being in my room. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness but when they do, I see that Gabriel is standing at the foot of my bed.
“Gabriel?” I whisper into the night. After leaving my father behind, I haven’t been in the best of moods. Gabriel has kept his distance so it’s shocking to see him in my room. “What are you doing?”
Without a word, he kneels onto the bed and rips the blanket off me. I gasp. He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards him before flipping me onto my stomach. His hand connects to my backside, stinging my skin. I cry out and yet, I don’t fight it like I should.
Gabriel still doesn’t speak as he spanks me over and over again. Each one hurts more but I find my hips rising up to meet his hand. I need this, I realize. I need him to hurt me like this.
But the moment the thought comes, shame fills my stomach. Wanting this should be the last thing I should be thinking.
Gabriel shoves my nightgown around my hips and yanks my panties down. His hand presses right to my pussy, making me moan. Despite how much Gabriel scares and frustrates me, there’s a sexiness about him that I can’t deny. It’s his power. His darkness.
I buck my hips unashamedly against his hand until I feel the growing sensation of an orgasm through me. He denied me one the other day. It hurt that I let him touch me like that and he messed with me to teach me a lesson. All because I went into his room and saw that family photo.
Gabriel rubs me harder and harder until an explosion of pleasure washes over me. As soon as he touched me, he pulls away. I watch him leave my room without saying a thing to me.
Tears hit me and I cry every single emotion right out of me.
That’s the moment I jerk awake in bed. With a gasp, I look around, realizing everything had been a dream. To my disappointment, I’m back in the bedroom at Gabriel’s house, away from my father.
But Gabriel isn’t in my room. There’s no one here.
I’m ashamed to admit that I feel a slight disappointment knowing that Gabriel wasn’t actually here touching me. It was for the best that it was a dream and yet…
That’s when I feel something…
Arousal between my legs. I press my legs together to get it to stop but it only intensifies the pleasure. I had a sex dream about Gabriel. What is wrong with me? And why do I feel so turned on right now?
My body doesn’t know what it wants. My head is telling me to hate Gabriel and my heart is broken at leaving my father behind. But my body… it wants him. What does that say about me? I don’t even want to question it.
All I know is right now I have to get rid of this ache inside my body. I need to find an actual release.
I never bothered to touch myself before. Not when I was going to bed hungry most nights or working long hours to survive. Other things were more important than physical pleasure.
But right now, all I can think about is the ache between my legs.
Laying back on the bed, I spread my legs wide and slip my panties down. There’s something so taboo about this. Something so exciting. Finally having the time to explore my body.
My hand slips between my legs and I press down on my clit. A sudden surge of pleasure hits me but it’s not enough. A whimper escapes me as I rub myself but I find that my own touch pales in comparison to Gabriel’s. It shouldn’t matter. Touch is touch and yet…
When he pressed his hand between my legs, I had never experienced such pleasure before. My own touch just isn’t as good.
I push that thought from my mind. No. I will make myself come. I have that power. Gabriel does not control every part of me.
I shut my eyes but I only see Gabriel’s face in my mind. His dark, intense eyes. His strong, large build. His scar that is both ugly and beautiful.
My body throbs with pleasure at the sight of his face. I open my eyes to try and get rid of him but it only makes my body get further away from achieving my release.
With a sigh, I press down harder on my clit but it does nothing. I’m not getting any closer to an orgasm. In fact, the pleasure I faced from my dream is starting to fade.
Why is my body doing this? It can’t be because of Gabriel… can it? How can I handle the thought that the man who has brought misery to my life is also the man I can’t stop thinking about. Who is the man that brings me pleasure like nothing else ever has?
No. I will find my release on my own terms.
I roll onto my stomach and grind my hips down against my hand. A surge of pleasure hits me but it’s still not enough.
I try harder and faster but nothing is working.
With a frustrated sigh, I roll onto my back but before I can remove my hand from between my legs, my bedroom door opens. I’m expecting it to be Maria.
Of course it’s not Maria who comes into my room.
Gabriel storms inside only to stop when he sees what I’ve been doing.
I quickly remove my hand from between my legs but when I go to close them, Gabriel speaks. “Don’t.”
I hold still, barely even breathing.
Gabriel stalks over to me just like in my dream but I know this is real life this time.
“What are you doing?” he murmurs.
“I think it’s obvious,” I say, trying to sound brave but my voice is too quiet for that.
“It looks like you were pleasuring yourself. If you need anyone to pleasure you, it will be me.” It will be me, I notice he says. Not asking if I want this. He’s so sure of himself and I hate him for it. But I also know he’s right. Gabriel is the one who can give me pleasure. Not myself.
“I wasn’t finished.”
“So you haven’t come yet?”
My face flushes. “No.”
“Then let me. I’ll be the one to make you come.” He kneels on the bed and grips my knees, bringing my legs wider apart. With a low sound in his throat, he shoves my dress up around my waist. “You’re never going to hide your pussy from me.”
A flare of arousal hits me, making my inner walls clench. My hips shift around of their own accord. The power Gabriel has over my pleasure makes me hate him and yet, it makes me desperately want him at the same time.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. “You never come into my room.” Maybe I can distract him. Or maybe I can distract myself and my confusing, conflicting feelings.
“It doesn’t matter why I came in here. I found you touching yourself. Only I’ll touch you.”
“I can’t even touch my own body?”
“Not when you’re mine.” He grips my inner thighs and spreads me wider. Wetness seeps out of me.
Gabriel cups my entire pussy in his hand. His big strong hand that’s doing things to me. My hips buck against him. A little smirk plays on his lips and I want to slap him for it while I also want him to kiss me again.
“Look at you,” he comments, rubbing his palm against my clit. “Looking so desperate. Did you need me to touch you, baby?”
I don’t say a word as a whimper leaves my lips. I can’t stop my hips from rocking against his hand. I need this so much it hurts.
“You are mine.” His hand is so large, his fingers find the underside of my backside as he rubs his palm over my nub. He’s claiming every part of me. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“No,” I force out.
With a growl, he grabs the straps of my nightgown and yanks them down, freeing my bare breasts. My nightgown bunches around my waist. Gabriel bends over and captures one of my nipples in his mouth. I arch into him with a cry.
He rubs my nub harder and harder, building pleasure through me. I feel like I might die from it all.
Gabriel lets my nipple go and kisses up to my neck.
“You are mine, Aurora. You know it. So just say it. Baby, just say it.” I have no idea how he can sound so gentle with me and so seductive at the same time.
There are moments I’ll catch of Gabriel that make him seem softer but his hard moments outweigh the good.
I don’t know how to come to terms with it all.
It would be easy to let Gabriel have me. I’m fed well here. I wear clothes I never thought I would get to touch in my entire life. I live in a mansion now.
But can I truly give all of myself to the man who wants to control me?
“No,” I say. “I’m not yours.”
He flips me onto my stomach and gives my backside a slight spank.
It’s not meant to hurt. It’s more playful than anything else.
Gabriel presses his hand over my pussy again, rubbing me even harder.
My hips grind against him. Soft moans escape my mouth.
There’s no way I could stop this and I don’t want to.
I want Gabriel to show me pleasure and I want to give in to it. I want to find the release he denied me.
“I’ll let you come,” he says as if he can read my mind. “Just say you’re mine.”
“You can’t force it.”
“Baby, you’re soaking my hand. You want this. So just say you’re mine and I’ll let you come.”
My hips have a mind of their own as I buck into his hand. Nothing has ever felt better. My hand finds my breast and holds it. Gabriel lets out a low growl that turns me on even more.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls. “Come for me, baby. Just say you’re mine.”
The loudest moan I’ve ever made comes ripping out of my throat.
“You want this,” he taunts. “Come for me. Just say it. Say you’re mine.”
I can’t hold back the bubbling pleasure inside of me. Not now. Not anymore.
My orgasm comes rocking through my body before I can stop it. I keep my lips clamped shut so I don’t say what Gabriel wants me to say. I need to keep some control in my life.
He removes his hand from between my legs and spanks my ass hard. I can’t stop myself from crying out this time. “You didn’t do as I say.”
“I am not yours to boss around.” I try to sound strong but my voice is breathless from my orgasm.
He flips me onto my back and rips my nightgown all the way off me so I’m fully naked before him. I thought I would feel more nervous but I only feel excitement.
“No one ever stands up to me like you do,” he says.
“I can’t be afraid of you. I don’t want to be.”