“Had enough yet?” he asks in a strained voice.
“I’m sorry Gabriel,” I whisper. I could keep going, but I know this is difficult for him. I don’t want him to feel like he’s hurting me.
“Very good,” he praises me.
He kneels down behind me, pulling my arms behind my back and securing them with strong leather cuffs. He repeats the process with my ankles before binding them all together with chains. When he stands, he has a long silver chain dangling from his palm. He reaches down and clasps it to the loop on my collar.
Moisture pools between my legs as he walks backward, extending the chain in his hand as far as it will go. The metal is pulled taut against my collar, making me feel every bit the depraved animal I am for wanting this scenario. Gabriel’s completely naked, his cock swollen and hard as his eyes burn into my flesh. The perfect male specimen. Rough, controlling, possessive. I revel in it, my eyes raking his body without any fear of retribution.
He lets the chain slacken for a moment, and then with a hard jerk pulls it backwards, effectively bringing me with it. I try to keep my balance with my hands fastened behind my back, crawling awkwardly on my knees to where he stands. He gathers the chain in his palm, effectively bringing my face up to meet his hard cock. I open my mouth greedily and take in the swollen head, tasting him on my tongue.
Gabriel makes a strangled noise in his throat and I groan with pleasure. I can’t use my hands for support so I bob forward with my mouth in an effort to take him in. He pulls the chain tighter, wrapping his large hand around the back of my head and urging me to take him deeper.
“Is this rough enough for your liking, Victoria?” he grunts. I nod in agreement, his brutal thickness lodged deep in my mouth.
His hips thrust towards me until he’s completely engulfed by my lips. He holds me there for several moments, and I try to contain my urge to gag. Gabriel strokes my hair while he stares down at me affectionately, his cock throbbing inside of my mouth. I can tell he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
“I can never resist fucking that beautiful mouth,” he says roughly, sliding his shaft deep into my throat. I gasp for air, taking in a half a breath before he’s submerged completely. He pumps in and out of me, losing himself in the rhythm as he holds my head firmly in place.
I let him use me as he pleases, soaking up the sounds of pleasure that rip from his chest. Nothing has ever sounded sexier than Gabriel in the throes of ecstasy, and knowing that I was the one to bring him there.
When he pulls out I whimper, and he smirks as he steers my head lower. He presses my mouth to the delicate, soft sack at his thick root, and I flick my tongue against them. Licking them both, I suck each one into my mouth, nearly driving him over the edge. His muscles are tight, preparing for the inevitable explosion.
“Good girl,” he rasps.
His hand increases it’s frantic pace on his shaft while I assault him with my tongue. He starts to contract, yanking on the chain to pull my head back. Hot liquid bursts across my neck and breasts while he groans above me. When he’s finished, he releases the chain in his hand and walks to the bathroom.
He returns a moment later with a towel and looks down at me, still kneeling before him.
“You look so fucking beautiful covered in my come, I don’t even want to wipe it off.”
I smile up at him with hooded eyes, still hungry with desire. He hasn’t let me come yet and I’m needier than I’ve ever been before. He bends down and wipes my chest clean before unbinding the chains from my wrists and ankles.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he says in a firm tone. “You will continue to pleasure me until I’ve decided I’ve had enough, is that clear?”
“Yes, Gabriel.”
“And once I’ve given you all of my come, I may or may not decide to let you have your release, depending on how well you please me. Understand?”
“Yes, Gabriel.”
“Very good.” He grabs the end of the chain leashed to my collar, pulling it gently. “Now come with me my pet.”
He leads me down the hall and back into the sex room. It’s put back together, but there seems to be new furniture. I glance up at him questioningly but don’t speak.
“I still want to play with you in here,” he explains. “But you’ll be the only woman that has ever touched any of these pieces, and that’s how I want it.”
Relief floods over me at his words and my heart swells in my chest. “Thank you,” I say softly.