Saviour (Saviour #1)

“I’m going nowhere baby; I could lay here and watch you all night” Bastard!

I have no idea what the time is when I eventually step out of the pool, freezing cold, wrinkled... more so than usual and probably a nice shade of blue, trying to look as if I hadn't given it a second thought, I walk up the steps of the pool, past Gabe and into the house, stark naked. I am freezing, so head straight into the shower, my skin tingles as the almost scolding water hits it but as I rinse the conditioner out of my hair, it’s a different kind of tingle, and I know he is there, even before he starts to rub shower gel into my shoulders, I am too drained to respond and I just stand with my arms at my sides and let him wash me from head to toe, in complete silence. He turns off the water and wraps me in a towel and dries me, he guides me over to the sink where he uses a face wipe to remove the last traces of my makeup. He squirts my body lotion into his hand and rubs that in all over me, I’m actually quite turned on, but I still don’t react, I am enjoying this far too much and do not want it to end. He puts cream on my face, deodorant under my arms and then drags the comb through my hair. He has put a towel around his waist and I can see his erection twitching through it and can’t help but smile. He catches me and looks down at himself and smiles too, looking back up to my eyes as he whips the towel away and wiggles his eyebrows, I shake my head, roll my eyes and I sigh as I look at him, he is such a boy sometimes. He leads me by the hand to the bed, pushing me back on it.

“Now that your little show of defiance is over, let’s play. Where are your toys Lauren?”

“What? What toys?”

“Sex toys, where are they? I don’t really want to use your old ones, but since we haven’t had the pleasure to go and shop for our own, your old ones will have to do”

Shit, we are going to shop for sex toys? Can’t wait.

“I only have one; it’s in my suit case next door”

Toys weren’t really a part of my old sex life so I just had the one little BOB to help me out every now and then, not that Jay knew anything about it. And yet here’s Gabe, wanting to take me shopping for sex toys. Oh Lordy, what this boy does to me.

He goes off into the guest room and returns with my little, well large actually, BOB and he has a wicked smile on his face as he looks at me and turns it on, instantly turning me on.

“This is for you Lauren, I’ve put you through shit today and I am sorry and want to make it up to you, so I am going to give you a short, sharp orgasm, then I am going to bury myself as deeply as I can inside you and beg for your forgiveness. Is that okay?”

I nod, incapable of speech.

“Lay back, put your feet up on the edge of the bed and open your legs, this won’t take long, enjoy it baby”

He kneels on the floor between my legs; he pushes one finger inside me.

“Fuck Lauren, always so wet for me”

Oh God this could be quicker than even he was expecting! He circles his index finger around inside me, pulls it out wet and gently guides it into my arse, he pushes the vibrator into me and moves it around so that its pushing against the front wall of my insides…right on my Gspot, it must take all of a minute and I’m done!





CHAPTER ELEVEN


Sunday is busy, I take my first peek in Ava's room, just to make sure everything is in order for her arrival. Gabriel has told me she used to use the upstairs guest room but now she's older and usually brings a friend she uses one of the downstairs rooms.

It's a great sized room; two queen beds, a sofa, and plasma on the wall, a couple of chests of drawers and a decent sized walk in wardrobe. Much classier than the bright orange record player and chunky portable TV with a wire coat hanger for an antenna that I had as a thirteen year old. The walls are painted a soft pink and the couch is in the shape of a bright red pair of lips, there’s also a couple of a hot pink bean bags. All very girlie.

I do notice though, there's nothing personal about it, no pictures, no posters. I assume she has all of that type of thing on her walls at home, at her mums, but still.