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  “Take off your clothes.”

  Gabriel’s tone is commanding, startling me out of my line of thought. I move on autopilot, watching him nervously as I start to undress. My hands are shaking as I drop my skirt and tank top on the floor, leaving me in nothing but the bra and thong. I can’t make eye contact as I shimmy out of the rest, feeling overly exposed here in this stark room. I know I’m slim, but I’m also short and curvy, something he’s not used to.

  Before I even get a chance to see his expression he pulls me into a chaste kiss. His lips suck on mine, reigniting my desire with gusto. His expert hands fondle my breast, and I can’t help the noises that escape me.

  When he pulls away, his expression is hard.

  “Now kneel on the floor and spread your legs. I want to see that beautiful pussy.”

  Holy shit. Is he fucking serious? He just wants me to lay down and spread it all out for him?

  I shake my head before I can even think about what I’m doing, my arms instinctively wrapping around my body.

  “I don’t believe that was a request,” he barks. “Now one more time, Victoria. Do as I say, or I will spank you. Do you understand?”

  Oh my God. He looks absolutely primal as he gazes down at me, fire blazing behind those blue eyes. And what he just said ignited something else deeper inside of me. Why does him threatening to spank me make me feel so savage? I like it, and even worse, I think I actually want it.

  “So, then spank me,” I challenge him.

  For the briefest of moments, I think he looks surprised by my candor. But before I can get a good read on him, he flings me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying me across the room. He splays me out across a small bench, lying me face down on top of it. I can hear him undoing his belt buckle, and I’m momentarily confused. Then he climbs on top of me, straddling my back as he strokes my ass. Ok, so now he’s got me trapped. This is a little different to last time.

  “I’m going to teach you how to obey me, and then you can choose. But either way is fine with me because I promise you I enjoy it more when you misbehave.”

  His voice is deeper now, his tone a little bit chillier. And even though I’m trembling inside, I refuse to let him see it. His hands caress each curve of my butt softly for a few moments as his breathing grows deeper. He withdraws, and all I can feel is the cold air of the room on my naked flesh.

  And then it hits me. Thwack! His belt collides with my ass, lighting me on fire. I grunt at the burning pain, but before I have time to decide if it’s too much, he smacks me again. And again. And again.

  I refuse to give him the satisfaction of letting him feel my trepidation. I lay perfectly still, waiting for each blow. And when they come, I do not cry out. And then eventually, the pain simply turns to warmth, followed by a rush of endorphins inside my body. I squeeze my legs together tightly, embarrassed at how wet I am for this man that is belting me. And then I feel his soft warm hands stroking my tender backside.

  “Good girl,” he coos softly in my ear. “Now let’s try this again.”

  He picks me up and carries me to a small soft rug on the floor, allowing me to stand. His lips find their way to my breast, his hand sliding between my legs with zero resistance. He dips his finger inside of me and I groan. I’m totally at his mercy as he slides his finger back and forth while he caresses my nipple with his tongue. My hips start pulsing towards him, silently begging for more.

  “You are so responsive,” he grunts. “I can’t believe how wet you are for me already.”

  He stops his sensual assault on my body to take a step back and look at me. And I mean really look at me. His eyes seem to be burning my naked body into his brain, but he’s giving nothing away. I can’t tell if he likes what he sees, and I’ve never felt so exposed. My natural inclination is to cover my breasts with my hands and to cross my legs. Because I haven’t even seen him naked yet.

  He shakes his head and uncrosses my arms. “No, Victoria. I want to see all of you.” He draws lazy strokes down my waist and over my hip. “I love these beautiful curves, so soft and feminine. Don’t ever cover yourself up in front of me, do you understand?”

  I nod sheepishly, and his hand slithers up into my hair, grabbing a handful before giving it a tug.

  “I asked you a question,” he says. “And I expect an answer. Do you understand, Victoria?”

  “Yes, Gabriel,” I whisper.

  He actually groans when I say his name. He presses his hard erection against my belly, letting me feel how turned on he is. The fact that I’ve given him that much pleasure simply by saying his name makes my insides twist with desire.

  “Good girl,” he says gruffly. “Now do as I asked and lay yourself out for me.”

  I don’t hesitate this time. I sink to the floor, not lost on the irony that it’s the same position he found me in on the sidewalk. I told myself then that I refused to kneel before him, and now here I am… kneeling before him. Still as I glance up at his beautiful features, I don’t care. I think that face could be very hazardous to my health because I have every suspicion I will do whatever he asks. Completely his for the taking.

  “Don’t look at me,” he scolds softly. “That’s something else you will have to learn.”

  I glance down at the floor as he ambles around me slowly, examining me, like a shark circling its prey. And then he stops behind me where I can no longer see him. I feel him kneel down behind me and he grabs both of my arms, gently pulling my wrists behind me. He wraps something around them, which feels like his belt. Glad to know it has multiple uses. I probably should feel more panic than I do, but I’m excited. I have no idea what he’s going to do with me.

  “Remember,” he says softly, seeming to sense my hesitation, “you can always say stop. But only if you mean it.”

  I gulp. “Okay.”

  “Okay, what?” he scolds me again.

  Oh, for fucks sake. Just fuck me already. “Okay, Gabriel,” I emphasize the word to appease him.

  “Very good,” he says. And then a soft black cloth emerges in front of my eyes as he knots it around the back of my head.

  “This will teach you not to look at me for now,” he says. “Now lean forward so that your face is against the floor, but keep your ass in the air and spread your legs.”

  Oh my God, he has got to be joking. I don’t want to be in such a vulnerable position in front of him, so exposed. He can see everything if I do that. I hesitate for a few moments, and then feel his hand tugging my hair, easing my head to the floor.

  “Don’t make me wait,” he growls.

  I reluctantly push my ass into the air and spread my legs. Thank God I waxed everything. The air is cool against my sensitive flesh as I lay there, waiting.

  “Good, Victoria. You look lovely like that.” He dips one of his fingers inside me. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

  I clench my eyes shut even though I’m blindfolded. This is embarrassing. I’m not used to this kind of intimacy, and I have no idea why I’m giving it to him.

  And then I feel it. His palm, tapping me down there. It isn’t inside me, but rather right above my entrance. Right over my swollen, sensitive flesh. It’s soft at first, a light teasing tap, and then he increases the pressure gradually. It feels strange, like a slight bite of pain mixed with pleasure, and the feelings it evokes are intense. I moan as he increases again, harder and faster. I can’t move my hands, and my hips seem to be rocking of their own accord.

  “Don’t move,” he says firmly. “I want you still. I’m going to make you come, and I want you to feel all of it.”

  Oh, sweet mother of all. He sounds so sure of himself. But I’m not. I can’t tell if I’m going to explode or cry from the intensity. I try to remain still as the taps turn into slaps. Hard, fast slaps that send pulsing sensations throughout my entire body. My stomach is beginning to ache, everything in my body tense as the feelings take over me. And then, all at once, a scream tears from deep inside of me as he releases waves of
pleasure throughout my body.

  I collapse onto the ground, breathless and unable to hold myself up a second longer. There’s moisture running down my legs, but I don’t care. I’m too shocked by what just happened to be uncomfortable. I’m flying high on Gabriel, and the things this man can do to me. He’s brought pleasure to a place that had once only known pain. He made me feel unashamed for something which I had only ever felt embarrassed about.

  I lay there for several moments in complete silence, trying to catch my breath. The next thing I feel is Gabriel scooping me up into his arms and carrying me across the room. He stops at the foot of the bed, laying the top half of my body across it, leaving my legs dangling over the end. His hand caresses the tender flesh between my legs again, and I jerk at the contact.

  “God, Victoria, you are so fucking wet.” His voice is husky and feral, ripe with need.

  “Mmmm…” is all I can manage. I’m still dizzy and seeing stars from the intense orgasm.

  I hear the sound of foil right before his erection presses against me. He nudges inside of me slowly, pressing his hand into my lower back as he fills me. Every inch that he pushes deeper sends my nerves into overdrive, my body begging for more.

  He moves in and out in soft teasing strokes at first, savoring the feel of me around him. But then his instincts take over, and he loses himself in the need for his pleasure. He starts pumping hard and fast, keeping his hand on my back to hold me in place. He’s taking no prisoners, and as he promised he’s fucking me roughly.

  His pace quickens again and I can feel his balls slapping against me as he thrusts, the tightness building inside me. I’m exhausted and sore, but my body craves this. My stomach is clenching, tightening, aching in anticipation. He slides one of his hands up into my hair, grabbing a handful as he pumps into me furiously. The pleasure mingled with the slight pain is enough to send me over the edge, and I come violently around his hard cock.

  Before the tremors inside of me have even subsided, Gabriel grunts loudly behind me, both his hands digging into my hips. His cock pulses inside of me as he releases, an animalistic sound wrenching from his chest. And then he collapses on top of me.

  I can hardly breathe, but I don’t care. I love the feeling of his warm, naked body on top of mine. After a few more blissful moments, Gabriel pulls out of me and drags me up onto the bed completely. I lay there panting and dazed as he undoes the belt and the blindfold. I can’t speak or move, and I’m glad when he lays down next to me in silence.

  Chapter Ten

  Victoria

  Two hours later, I roll over and groggily realize my mistake. I fell asleep. Gabriel looks uncomfortable with the whole situation as he sits in a chair next to the bed, typing on his computer. As I rub my sleepy eyes, the awkwardness threatens to swallow me whole. This was just supposed to be sex, and I fell asleep in his apartment.

  “I didn’t want you to wake up and not know where you were,” he says gently.

  “Right… sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” He shrugs. “I’m sure I exhausted you.”

  I sit up and belatedly come to the conclusion that I’m still naked. Embarrassment washes over me as Gabriel watches me, his expression indecipherable. I still can’t believe I was sleeping in front of him completely naked, no doubt drooling too.

  “You did exhaust me,” I say, unable to think of anything else.

  “Did you enjoy it?” he asks tentatively.

  “I did.”

  My cheeks burn as he continues to scrutinize me, like he’s watching me for some sort of false reaction or something.

  “So does that mean you’ll do it again?” he asks.

  “Yes.” I give him a soft smile. “I’d like that.”

  He pushes his computer aside and stands, approaching me slowly. He’s dressed again, and part of me saddens at the thought. I still haven’t actually had a chance to look at him naked, and I wonder if I ever will.

  He pauses at the side of the bed, the longing in his eyes now clear, but he doesn’t make any moves. Is he waiting for me to tell him it’s okay? Because I thought I just had.

  I don’t wait or try to overanalyze it anymore. I climb towards the edge of the bed, sitting up on my knees in front of him and pulling him into a kiss. It’s a moment of bravery, and I’m not entirely sure he will like it, but he groans with pleasure as soon as my lips touch his. I fist my hands into his hair and pull him down onto me, his erection pressing against me.

  “Aren’t you sore?” he asks hesitantly.

  “I’m very sore.” I nod. “But I still want you.”

  He closes his eyes and presses his forehead to mine, savoring my words. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, please, Gabriel. I want this.”

  He contemplates it for another moment before tugging his shirt over his head and leaving me in stunned silence. The sight that greets me is so unexpected, I can do nothing but stare at him like a loon. His upper arms and chest are covered in beautiful pieces of ink that I had no idea were lurking beneath his clothing. Intricately woven black roses surround a pair of wings and a patch of script with the name Parker. The artist did an amazing job of bringing the emotion of the piece to life, and I realize immediately it’s a memorial.

  I want to ask him about it, but Gabriel stiffens as I inspect it, and I tear my gaze away to his abs instead. Hard and muscular with that perfect sexy V-shape, he has a small trail of hair leading down to his waistband. My fingers trail over it absently, and he seems to relax beneath my touch.

  He mounts the bed and lowers himself onto me, his lips meeting mine in a feverish kiss. I reach down and tug at his waist band, letting his erection spring free as I gather it into my palm. My hand moves up and down his thick shaft, testing my limits. I know I’m pushing my luck, but he hasn’t outright stopped me, and his entire body has slackened with my touch. But all too soon, he gains back what little control he may have lost in the moment.

  “Victoria,” he whispers. “Lay on your back.”

  I pout and do as he says, watching him roll on a condom.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he smirks.

  It’s an offer too good to refuse.

  He fucks me, as promised, but not quite as rough as before, and this time with no bondage. By the time it’s all over, I really am exhausted. I can hardly move, and I’m surprised when he takes me into his arms, holding me against his chest. He smells so good, and now I smell like him too… just like I wanted. His skin is warm and comforting against my cheek, and before I know it, my eyes are growing heavy again. I force myself to sit up.

  “I should probably go.”

  He looks up at me, his face soft and relaxed. “Are you sure?” he pauses for a moment before adding, “you don’t have to. You could sleep in here for a while if you’re tired.”

  Without him, I assume. “No, it’s okay. My roommate’s probably waiting for me anyway. And I don’t want to keep you from anything.”

  He doesn’t respond, so I think I’m right in my assumption. I stand up and quickly reassemble myself, picking up my clothes and dressing.

  Gabriel ambles over to me, surprising me by taking me in his arms and kissing me again. The kiss is soft and surprisingly gentle.

  “I could find something to eat if you’re hungry,” he offers.

  “That’s alright.” I smile. “Alanna is probably waiting for me to eat dinner.”

  He frowns, looking almost disappointed. But he recovers quickly as he walks me to the door.

  “Alanna is your roommate.”

  I’m not sure if he’s asking or stating. By now, I have no idea what kind of information he has on me, and quite frankly it’s a bit worrying. Because if he can get his hands on that kind of information, then surely almost anyone can.

  “Yes, she is. Roommate, slash pain in the ass, slash best friend,” I reply jokingly.

  Gabriel doesn’t smile at my joke. He seems to be distant again.

  “So, do you know how long you want to keep this
thing going between us?” he asks in a business-like tone.

  “Um, I’m not sure.”

  “Well, I don’t want it to get complicated,” he says. “So what do you say, maybe three months and then we can go from there?”

  Geez, his mood shifted so suddenly. Is he pissed at me? Or is this just how he treats his fuck buddies? Does he think I’m going to get too overly emotional, and that’s why he’s asking? If that’s the case, I know how to stop that thought process right here.

  “I’m leaving in two months, Gabriel. So I guess it will be either before or until then.”

  My words actually seem to shock him, and the muscle in his jaw starts ticking.

  “When were you planning on telling me that?”

  “Um, I just did?”

  He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “We’ll talk about this later then.” He kisses me chastely on the lips before sending me out the door.

  I can’t help feeling a little wounded myself at the manner in which I’m being dismissed. I know he offered for me to stay, and then offered me food, but then he just switched off like he didn’t mean any of it. Mere formalities. I hate that he’s so hot and cold all the time. And he didn’t even tell me when we’d see each other again. I shiver as I step out into the cool evening air of New York City, knowing I’ve really stepped in it this time.

  Chapter Eleven

  Victoria

  I arrive back at my apartment, courtesy of a taxi. Paul was waiting downstairs at Gabriel’s apartment by the time I got to the bottom which only added to my annoyance. The thought of him being on standby for me, waiting to leave, was more than a little strange. I told him I would get my own way home, and he looked none too happy about it. Presumably due to the prospect of facing Gabriel’s irritation.

  I have some serious thinking to do about this whole situation. I feel deflated as I climb the steps to my door, hoping Alanna can help make some sense of all of this. She always knows just what to do in these types of situations, and that’s one of the reasons why I love her so much. But as I suspect after walking into an empty apartment, I find a note stating she’s on another date. I don’t bother making anything to eat and opt for a hot shower and bed instead.