He gently tugged on the balls, and I held tight. Then he pressed the button and spanked the plug. I let out an anguished cry—a message to my daddy that I was at my limit.
“Listen to me. I’m going to remove the plug and the balls at the same time, and when I say now, you’re going to have a massive orgasm. I want you to just let it out, don’t hold back. Tell me you understand.”
I let out some guttural noise that resembled a yes. Then I felt a yank, followed by a moment of shocked processing. Gabriel’svoice rang out, “Now!” That was all the permission I needed. I let loose a primal howl as I came. My body soared and splintered. Below me the porch boards between my feet became slick as the first wave of my arousal gushed from me.
Gabriel worked me, prolonging the orgasm for what felt like seconds, minutes, hours? When I finally came down, I collapsed, waking sometime later, cuddled in his arms and safe in his bed.
“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?”
Good question. How was I feeling?
“Amazing, Gabriel. You were right. That was the most freeing thing I have ever done. I can’t imagine anything coming close to the feeling of being completely at your mercy. I have to apologize.”
Gabriel pulled me in tighter. “For what? You were perfect, amazing even.”
“Because I want that for the rest of my life, Gabriel. I want you to own me, to punish me, and to cherish me.” I felt his chuckle.
“It only gets better, and yes, I accept you, forever and always.”
I was deliriously happy and felt like a bride on her wedding day. Could life ever be better, more perfect than at this moment?
Chapter 8
Where land and sea meet is where control dissolves into trust.
Gabriel
Looking back, I knew that scene had been a test we both passed—one I hadn’t realized I’d set in motion. Our relationship had blossomed since then, and these past few days had been magical, the best of my life.
Watching Cheryl use a stovetop percolator for the first time was like watching a child with a new toy. I stood ready to intervene if she burned herself, but she had listened well and brewed a great cup of coffee without my help.
We sat together in the quiet morning, enjoying the vibrant forest life as we sipped our coffee. Pure bliss. A mother deer and her fawn emerged from the trees and must have sensed weposed no threat. They lifted their heads, tested the air, and then lowered them to graze in the meadow before the cabin.
My Spidey senses tingled. Something wasn’t right. As if on cue, the mother and baby raised their heads in unison and bolted for the forest. I grabbed Cheryl, slammed the door shut, and locked it. “Get dressed and put on your running shoes. We are under attack.”
“What?”
“Just do it.” I grabbed my emergency backpack as she dressed. Taking Cheryl’s hand, we crept through the back door to the enclosed area. I pressed a button hidden in the tiki bar, and a trapdoor magically appeared.
“What the—”
I held a finger to my lips. Once we were down in the tunnel, I pressed the button that sealed us in tomb-like darkness. “Cheryl, stay still while I grab the flashlight; I don’t want you to get hurt.” Digging in my pack, I pulled out the flashlight and switched it on.
The tunnel was part of an old bootlegging system built in the twenties to discreetly transport illegal booze. Back then, a thriving community lay about two miles away, built along the river. These tunnels led to a basement warehouse. I owned that warehouse and stored a wide selection of escape vehicles, including a small plane.
I didn’t know how they’d found us, but they had. Above us, we heard shouting and gunfire. They would have triggered the grenades I had set up, making them think they were under attack. I hoped my pre-planning kept them busy and took out a few of them. “What’s happening?” Cheryl asked as I dragged her along the tunnel as fast as we could run.
“Those are your father’s men; they’ve found us.”
“How?”
“That’s an excellent question. Only Bryce knew our location, and I trust him with my life. There’s no way he gave us up. Keep up. We need to move fast.” I set a brisk pace, and she followed close behind, never faltering. If our situation weren’t so dire, I would have rewarded her. As it was, I prayed we’d get out of this alive. We were well over halfway through the tunnel when I slowed down. There were no sounds that the tunnel had been breached, no hurried footsteps behind us.
“Gabe, is there a chance something we have has a tracker? I know you checked, but maybe that’s how they found us, or that spyware crap. Maybe they tracked your license plate?”
She was asking all the right questions, and as I mentally replayed every scenario when my phone pinged.
Bryce.How are things in the forest?
