Chapter 9 #2
His eyes narrow. “You’re not afraid of me? You should be. Run, Aurora.” I frown, not understanding. He grabs my waist and sets me on my feet. “Run.”
An electric tingle hits me and my body knows what to do before my mind does.
I take off running down the hallway and Gabriel gives chase. It dawns on me that I’m running through the house naked. What is Gabriel going to do to me when he catches me?
I run harder and faster until I reach a guest bedroom. I shut the door behind me, locking it.
Feeling exposed, I grab the blanket off the bed and wrap it around my shoulders.
Gabriel turns the doorknob. “I know you’re in there, Aurora. You can’t hide from me forever.”
“What are you doing? Why did you make me run?”
“Because you need to be afraid of me. Everyone needs to be afraid of me.”
“No. I don’t need to be afraid of you. I’m your wife.”
He goes quiet.
“Gabriel?” I frown when he doesn’t answer.
A sudden bang at the door makes me step back with a gasp. Gabriel manages to kick the door in despite it being locked. That’s the kind of strength he has.
There’s a wildness to Gabriel’s eyes that makes me step back. In one quick move, he makes it across the room and rips the blanket off me.
“You’re trying to hide from me,” he says.
“You told me to run.”
“You didn’t run far. You led me right here. Did you want to get caught?”
“No,” I say, even though it sounds like I’m lying… because I am. Because I wanted Gabriel to catch me and fill me with excitement.
Gabriel leans in close to my ear. “Liar.”
He picks me up around the waist and throws me onto the bed. “You’re a bad girl, Aurora. You came when you didn’t do as I said. You were supposed to say you’re mine and yet, you didn’t. I have to punish you for that.” He flips me onto my stomach and spanks me in quick succession.
A moan leaves my mouth. Why does this feel so good when it hurts at the same time?
“Just tell me you’re mine,” he says, “and I’ll stop.” He’s relentless to my backside. Spank after spank after spank. I’m not sure I’ll be able to sit down for days.
I can’t stop moaning from the pain and pleasure of it all.
“Tell me, baby. Say it.”
The pain is unbearable and yet, I keep arching my backside closer to his hand.
“Say it,” he demands. The combination of his powerful hand and powerful voice is enough to make me lose control.
“I’m yours!” I cry out, clutching the bed sheet.
Gabriel instantly stops spanking me and places his hand between my legs again. He rubs my clit so hard it hurts but I still grind my hips against his hand anyway.
“Come for me again,” he states. “And say you’re mine this time as you come.”
My wetness coats his hand. It’s embarrassing how turned on I am from all of this. God, I want it to stop and also never end at the same time.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please.”
Every motion of my hips draws my body back and forth causing my nipples to graze the mattress and lighting my body on fire even more.
“All you have to do is say it.” He lightly spanks my ass with his other hand. “Just say it, baby. Just say it.” I’ve never heard Gabriel sound this unhinged before. He’s caught in the moment like I am.
I buck my hips against his hand unashamedly. I need this. I need this. God, I need this.
“Oh, oh, oh!” I moan.
Gabriel presses down hard on my clit. “Say it.”
I can’t hold back any longer and I need this release more than I’ve ever needed anything in my entire life.
“I’m yours,” I sob as my orgasm rips through me. “I’m yours.”
Gabriel continues to rub me as I ride out my orgasm. My hips can’t stop moving against his hand. I need it like I need air.
It’s only after my body calms down that he removes his hand from between my legs. I watch over my shoulder as he brings it to his nose and inhales.
“Your smell makes me fucking hard.” He rolls me onto my back and spreads my legs wide, pressing his face against my inner thigh and inhaling deeply. I blush, knowing how close he is to my most intimate area.
“Fuck, Aurora.” He presses a kiss against my clit and I can’t stop my hips from bucking up.
He holds my thighs in place. “I could eat you out for days and never stop. I just know it.” He continues pressing soft kisses along my folds and nub when what I really need is pressure.
Something firm. And I think he knows that.
This is Gabriel’s way of continuing to torture me for my father’s crime.
“What are you doing to me?” I whine, feeling unhinged and hot and confused all at once.
“I am consuming you. Body and soul. You’ll be begging me to touch you soon enough.” He presses one last kiss to my clit before sitting up. I can’t stop the whine of disappointment from escaping me. My body is hot and achy and desperate for more.
“You are mine, Aurora. Never forget it. Your pussy is no longer yours. You will not touch it yourself. I’ll only touch you. Only I’ll show you pleasure.”
“I hate you,” I whisper, breathing heavy, my legs spread wide and my entire body on display for him.
He smirks. “If you truly hated me, you wouldn’t have come twice on my hand. You wouldn’t be desperate for me to kiss your pretty little pussy. You would be kicking and screaming and we both know it. You chose to be here, Aurora. Live with your choice.”
“Then open up to me. Let me in.”
Gabriel’s expression immediately clamps down and he stands up. There’s an iciness to him that wasn’t there before. “I don’t open up to people.”
“You could try. I’m your wife. Please.”
Without a word, Gabriel leaves the room. It’s only then that I realize I never found out why he came into my bedroom in the first place but a part of me wonders if he just came in to see me for me.