“Wait for me in the room,” he orders.
I have half a mind to tell him to get stuffed, but this is what I asked for. So I walk down the hall, trying not to let my insecurities get the best of me. He’s acting like he doesn’t even want me here, and it’s hard not to let it get under my skin.
I do a couple laps of the room, taking in Gabriel’s rather impressive collection of sex apparatuses. Then, naturally, my mind begins to wonder how many other women have been in this room before me.
Before I can come up with an imaginary number, Gabriel’s in the doorway. He looks none too pleased with my prying eyes.
“Get on the floor,” he says in a low voice. “As I instructed you to do the last time. Bare yourself to me.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and sink down to my knees. I already hung my coat up, and I’m wearing nothing but the black sheer chemise that Gabriel sent me. It doesn’t leave much to the imagination as it is, but when I bend forward and lay my head on the floor, I know he can see everything.
“Very good, Victoria. This is how I want you waiting for me from now on. Now you may kneel.”
I sit back up on my knees as he strokes the naked flesh along my shoulder, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. My eyes dart to the large bulge inside of his gray sweatpants, every muscle inside of me clenching with desire. He watches me with amused eyes as he moves his hip forward, rubbing his erection against my cheek.
“Do you see this?” he grips his thickness through the fabric. “This is what you do to me.”
I moan at his words, and I can’t remember ever feeling so pleased with myself. But then his voice shifts again, growing colder.
“Now that you know how this works, I expect you to come straight to this room. Don’t wait for me, don’t even look at me. Just come in here and get on the floor like I told you. Do you understand?”
I start to nod and then think better of it. “Yes, I understand.”
“Yes, what?” he demands.
I flinch at his bitter tone. “Yes, Gabriel.”
He soothes the sting of his coldness by slipping his hand between my legs and stroking my wet folds. He plays with me casually in light teasing strokes, pushing in and out like he has all day. It doesn’t matter how he touches me, it always gets me there. Every. Single. Time. It’s only Gabriel that can do this to me. No one else.
I feel the pressure building, so high I could free fall into oblivion right now. But just as I’m about to, he pulls away. I let out a whimper as he leans forward to whisper in my ear.
“Let me make one thing clear,” he says. “You are here to please me.”
I want to punch him. I’m sure he’s getting a real kick out of this. Seeing me lapping up his attention, bringing me to the brink of pleasure and then stopping. He pulls out a blindfold and wraps it around my eyes, effectively plunging me into total darkness.
I don’t know what’s going to come next, and it’s both scary and exhilarating. I can hear him moving around, undressing I think, but I can’t be sure.
He reaches for my hand and wraps it around his hard cock.
“Stroke me,” he murmurs.
I move my palm up and down his soft velvety flesh, growing needier with every stroke. It feels enormous in my small hand, and I like that. I like seeing how much bigger he is, knowing he could hurt me, but trusting him not to.
He groans out his pleasure and I desperately wish I could see his face. To see what I do to him too. I want to give him more, give him everything. Without thinking, I bring his cock to my lips, needing to taste him.
He freezes as I take him inside of me, sucking him hungrily. I know this might result in punishment, but I don’t care. I need this. I want to show him how much I want to please him. He says nothing for a few moments and I think I can feel him relaxing beneath me. But I’m wrong.
He wraps his hand around the black pearl necklace at my throat, using it to pull my mouth into him.
“You want to suck my cock?” he says harshly. “Then you will, Victoria.”
He rolls his hips into my face, shoving his cock deep into my throat. I gasp for a second, trying to get my bearings, but there isn’t time. He grips the pearls tighter, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm as he fucks my mouth relentlessly.
I can hear him grunting and panting above me, his hand cupping my head to hold me in place. His balls slap against my chin and spit dribbles out the sides of my mouth. He is being extraordinarily rough, and still I’m throbbing for him. For this.
“You like that?” he rasps. “My little fuck toy. You like it when I fuck your face?”