I kneel on the floor and wait several minutes before Gabriel finally appears. I’m nervous, but I want to try this again. I want to give us what we both need. When he stands in silence in front of me for several minutes, I try to swallow the lump in my throat. I’m not sure how he’s going to react this time.
He walks across the room and takes a seat in the highback chair, looking very much like a King. He leans back and spreads his legs before looking at me expectantly.
“Crawl to me,” he says in a soft, seductive tone.
My nipples tighten and my core clenches as I crawl to him on all fours, never taking my eyes from his. There’s no mistaking the desire as his molten blue irises rake over me, his nostrils flaring when I kneel before him.
“Take out my cock,” he rasps.
I unzip his jeans, rubbing my palm along the thin cotton barrier to his engorged member. His eyes grow hooded as he watches me tease and test him, the heat of his arousal searing into my hand. His fingers tangle through my hair, giving it a tug while he scowls at me.
“Take out my cock, Victoria.”
Instead of feeling admonished, I grin at the dominance that I’ve been craving. Gabriel smirks at me as I free his impressive cock, stroking it in my hand.
“Good girl,” he hisses. “That’s good. Now suck it.”
I swirl my tongue around the fat head, sucking the pre-come onto my tongue and savoring his taste. Gabriel groans and grabs my head, rocking his hips forward to greet my mouth.
I grasp his thighs and hold on as he lets all of the tension that’s been boiling inside of him release itself. His thickness fills my mouth with every thrust, giving me the roughness that I need as he loses himself in the motions.
His entire body tenses, and I suck harder, wrapping my palm around the base and working him into a frenzy. He comes with an agonized growl, pouring his release down my throat as he strokes my hair affectionately.
His head falls back against the chair and he grins down at me, wrapping his fingers around mine.
“Come up here, baby,” he says.
I climb onto his lap and he spreads my legs so that I’m straddling him. His thumb casually strokes my clit while he wraps the other hand around the base of my neck, kissing and nipping at my lips. He swallows my cries, and in a matter of moments, I’m exploding around his fingers. The orgasm is blinding and intense, and it takes me several minutes of Gabriel’s comforting touch to come back down.
When I do, I realize that he’s moved me to the bed. Somehow in the course of the last few minutes, he’s managed to start binding my ankles and wrists.
I release a shaky breath as he strokes my cheek affectionately.
“You ready for round two?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say resolutely.
“Good.” He grins. “Because I’m going to fuck you all day long.”
Chapter Thirteen
Victoria
True to Gabriel’s promise, he fucked me all day long. We only paused for some necessary sustenance and a power nap. I’m incredibly sore, but I can’t wipe the smile off my face. Everything is just as it should be. Finally.
“C’mon.” Gabriel smacks me on the ass with a grin. “Time to get up. I’ll help you shower.”
“I doubt we’d get much showering done.” I yawn.
“We have to,” he says, dragging the pad of his thumb across my lips. “Our guest will be here soon.”
“Guest?” I wrinkle my brows in confusion.
For some reason, I just assumed we’d be going out somewhere.
“Yep,” Gabriel replies, not giving anything away. “You have twenty minutes, so unless you want to meet him naked, I suggest you get dressed.”
I drag myself from the bed with a groan, and as promised, Gabriel helps me shower. He’s all business, though, and just as soon as we are dressed he tugs me to the kitchen and deposits me at the breakfast bar.
He gathers some glasses from the cupboards and starts pouring drinks while I watch him in fascination. When the doorbell rings, he gives me a nervous smile before opening it.
A man in his late fifties steps inside, greeting Gabriel warmly. At first I think he must be one of his business associates, but the longer I look at him, I know that can’t possibly be the case.
Though he’s wearing a suit, it’s a bit more on the eclectic side with red suspenders and a bowtie. He completes the look with thick black framed glasses and a walking cane though I’m not sure if it’s for decoration or actual use.
He swings his gaze in my direction and quirks an eyebrow as though he’s deciding something for himself before Gabriel introduces us.
“Arthur, this is Victoria. Victoria, Arthur Huckabee.”
The name sounds familiar, but I can’t quite place it, so I give him a nervous smile and hold out my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Arthur.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” He bows dramatically, kissing the back of my hand before taking a seat beside me.
Gabriel seems to relax once he’s seated, holding up the two bottles of wine he’s pulled from the fridge.
“Pick your poison, Arthur.”