Leaning forward, I kissed him, bringing the crop down on him, and I swallowed his groan as his hips jerked forward andmy finger circled the head of him over the smooth chain mail holding him in place.
“Fourteen. I am your property. I’m sorry, Goddess.” His voice was coated in euphoric bliss.
“Such a good boy. One more.”
Sliding my thumb through the slit of the head of his cock, I brought the crop down on his ass. Instantly, cum launched from him and into my hand.
“Fuck.” The word was drawn out, and I looked down at my palm, coated in his release. I hadn’t expected him to cum from the punishment, but it did satisfy Lady E.
As I stood before him, Gavriel’s head was tipped back, his chest moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes opened, his focus finding mine as I lifted my hand and licked it clean. He tasted better than I thought he would. I’d expected it to be a bit sour, but there was a sweetness to it.
“Fifteen. I’m sorry, and my pleasure is yours.”
I kissed him and moaned as I pulled his hands from behind his head and wrapped them around my waist. He pulled me close to him, and warmth spread within my chest.
His hands didn’t wander, but instead just held me tight against him. A moment later, I pulled back, and his eyes were closed as he whispered, “Why can’t I hate you anymore, Elin?”
I swallowed hard and the air froze in my lungs.He doesn’t hate me anymore?
He was trusting me to domme him. Unsure how to take that statement, I ran my clean hand through his hair. “Stay right here.”
Regardless of how right and good it felt to have his arms around me, I made myself step back, went to wash my hands in the bathroom before I went to the duffle bag. I pulled out a wet wipe, so he could clean up as best he could, and the jar of cream and knelt behind him. After handing him the wipe, I opened thejar, scooping out some and rubbing my hands together. I slowly and carefully spread it over the redness of his ass cheeks. He twitched when I smoothed it over one spot, and I noticed a small bit of red smear with the cream.
“Broken skin there. You’ll have to be careful.”
“Just stung. I don’t care if you drew blood. Happens every day.”
I nodded, even if he couldn’t see me. Standing, I went to my purse, and retrieved the key to the cage, and came back to kneel before him. “I’m unlocking this so you can clean up properly. Once done, restrain yourself.” He gave me a curt nod and I kissed him softly. “Do you have a change of clothes in your office?”
“Yes. Code is 8509.”
Screwing the cap back on the jar, I set it on my desk.
It was oddly easy to get the code. Even if he does change it later today.
I closed the door to my office as I left, and within a moment was standing in his, opening the closet door. There were light blue and light grey button-ups, along with two pairs of slacks, a couple of T-shirts, and jeans. Knowing the jeans were going to be much more uncomfortable, I grabbed a pair, the grey button-up, a clean pair of underwear, and a pair of socks from the top shelf.
The door swung open as I turned to leave, and Harley was standing there, looking at me with wide eyes. “Elin. What are you doing in here? Where is Gavriel?”
“My office, and you can wait here for him.”
His gaze dropped to the clothes in my arms, and his eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “Why do you have his clothes? Did he get hurt last night?”
“No, no. He’s fine. He was quite bloody when he came in this morning, and we are finishing up with something. Gavriel will bein shortly.” Harley continued to stare me down. “I promise you he is fine. I’m just getting him a change of clothes.”
He nodded and stepped aside. I rushed past him and back into my office, and Gavriel hadn’t moved. I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face. He had stayed.
“Did I hear Harley?”
“You did. I told him you and I were just finishing up, that your clothes were bloody, and I was just grabbing you a clean set. None of which is a lie. Whether you tell him the truth of what occurred in here and the dynamic between us is up to you, Pretty Boy. It won’t change how I treat you.”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“Now, here, get dressed.”
He stood, and when he saw the jeans, he huffed a laugh and smirked. Obediently, he pulled on the clothes, and when he was done, Gavriel turned toward me. Smiling, I strode up to him and said, “Now, give your Goddess a kiss and you may leave.”
Why did I want one more kiss from him?
