His head pops up. His eyes meet mine, and he smiles. “No. I’m going to take my time enjoying every inch of this body. Every delicious noise. Every flutter and shake. I have plans for you tonight, Vixen.” He leans in close, nipping my bottom lip. “Someone’s been naughty, and I think it’s time I did something about it.”
His mouth comes down on mine. The fervent way he’s kissing me has my body screaming for release. When he finallybreaks the kiss, he steps back, watching me. When his eyes find my panties, a smirk forms on his lips.
“Is that mistletoe embroidered on your panties?” With his eyebrow raised, he licks his lips, and I feel a gush between my thighs. “Were you trying to tell me something, baby?”
“Mm-hmm.” It’s all I can muster.
Gabe rubs his beard with one hand, and my mound with his other. Using his thumb, he puts pressure on my clit as he circles it over the soft red fabric. I jolt with the sensation, and a groan escapes me, earning me a vibrant smile.
Gabe pulls at my panties, asking me to lift, which I do, allowing him to remove them completely. “Turn over onto your belly.” Confused, I do as he says.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to eat your fill if I were on my back?” I ask.
Gabe leans in, his breath on my ear, his hands on my hips. “There’s more than one way to eat pussy, and I want to eat yours while I stare at this delectable ass.” His hand comes down with a loudcrackon my butt cheek, and I yelp. “Fucking beautiful with my handprint blooming bright red on your ass.” Gabe guides me to lay flat on the desk, pushing me down with his hand. With his feet, he spreads my legs open wider, opening me up to him from behind.
His hand reaches between my thighs, dragging two fingers through my pussy, then plunging them inside me, pumping in and out, bringing me to the edge. He slows his movement. To my left, I hear a drawer open and close, and what sounds like a cap popping open. I try to turn my head to see what he’s doing, but I’m not fast enough. It doesn’t matter anyway, because when I feel the cold gel on my puckered hole, I know exactly what he pulled out of the drawer.
He coaxes my ass with his finger, prompting me to breathe and relax, to let him in. I rest my weight against the woodof his desk, closing my eyes, allowing myself to relax as much as possible. Gabe praises me with each thrust. The double onslaught has me close to coming, but Gabe once again slows his pace, keeping me on the edge.
I feel the loss of his heat when he drops to his knees, pulls his fingers from my pussy and replaces them with his tongue while keeping the other firmly in my backside. He tongue-fucks me fervently and without reprieve. I come hard and fast.
He slows his tongue, then removes his finger and comes to stand behind me, pressing his weight against my back, keeping me in place. “Don’t move. We’re not done with your punishment yet.”
“If this is punishment, you should know I’m going to be naughty more often.” Gabe laughs. His breath tickles my neck, then he kisses me on the cheek.
“You might change your mind in a minute.” Without warning, something cold and metal breaches my puckered hole. “Breathe, baby. You can take it.”
“Take what exactly?” I ask breathlessly.
Gabe leans down again, rubbing his nose along my neck, then whispers in my ear, “The perfect gift for an asshole, of course.” I can feel him smiling against my skin.
“You put a butt plug in my ass?” I squeal. “Gabe, I’ve never … I don’t … I didn’t mean …” I stumble over my words, partly because of embarrassment and partly because of how full and strangely good it feels back there.
“Get used to it, baby. This is only the first one. There are three more sizes, and after seeing how gorgeous you look wrapped around that little metal bulb, I’m going to want to see you wrapped around my cock the same way.”
“What? Gabe, I can’t. You’re so much bigger than this. There’s no way I can …”
“Shh,” he soothes, kissing my neck and shoulders. “Not tonight. We’ll work you up to it. But Vixen, you need to know, I’m going to make you mine in every way. Every gorgeous fucking inch of you.”
He stands back slightly, and I hear his belt buckle loosen and then his pants hit the floor. Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he strokes himself two, three, four times. When we make eye contact, I tell him the words I should’ve told him before.
“I love you, Gabe. You don’t have to make me yours.” He looks puzzled by my words, so I’m quick to clarify them. “I already am.”
His eyes get wide, and his mouth tips up in a smile. “Hold on to something, baby.” That’s the only warning I get before he’s plunging his cock inside me, all the way to the hilt. He pauses for a second, trying to control his breathing. I squeeze my inner muscles, meaning to rile him up, but the pressure makes the sensation of the plug more intense and my knees buckle.
Gabe wraps his arm under me and across my hips, holding me up, and then he moves. Impaling me on his cock, relentlessly pounding into me. The only sounds in the room are his thighs hitting mine and the animalistic way he grunts as he takes me.
I’m straddling the line of pain and ecstasy as he fills me, stretching both holes at the same time. His hands grip my ass, pulling my cheeks slightly apart. I hear him mutter, “Beautiful and all fucking mine.” As he continues to slam into me, watching as I take him. I groan, and his eyes snap to mine.
“You ready to fly, Vixen?”
To fly? What is he talking about? What else could he possibly do?
I don’t have to ask. “Squeeze me again.” I do as he asks, clamping down around him. Gabe’s cock is hard as steel, ramming into me, the knowing pulse of his cock hinting at his coming release. Three hard hammering thrusts and I scream myrelease. On the fourth thrust, Gabe stops and groans as he spills his release inside me. His body curls over mine, the cotton of his shirt soft against my now sweat-covered skin.
“You know what you agreed to, Linzie?” he asks, sounding somewhat unsure. “You know what it means to be mine. Are you sure this life is what you want? ThatI’mwhat you want?”
I push against the desk, and Gabe stands, pulling himself free from my body. He reaches for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head, and uses it to clean me up. When I make a disgusted face, he smiles and shrugs. “Better than the alternative. Trust me.”
