Gabriel waited until she looked at him to direct, “Lie on your back, knees bent, thighs wide open.”
She was trapped by her own cowardice, and the inevitability of her surrender. Patrick intended to extract his pound of flesh, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Heather’s limbstrembled as Patrick placed her on the bed. She’d never had sex with a stranger before. In fact, casual hookups had never appealed to her. She’d known each of her lovers well and they’d shared an emotional connection before things turned physical.
But what was about to happen wasn’t social, much less intimate. Patrick had been hurt and humiliated. Now it was her turn to suffer. She crawled to the middle of the bed and lay down, wincing as her throbbing bottom contacted the bedding.
“Bend your knees and open your legs,” Gabriel prompted. “I want to look at you.”
Humiliation warmed her face and slowed her movements. Gabriel wasn’t hurting her, but his objectification was nearly as upsetting. She drew her knees up but couldn’t make herself part her thighs.
Patrick was suddenly beside the bed, viciously twisting her nipple. “Obey, slave.”
She cried out and tugged against his wrist, but his fingers continued to twist until she opened her legs.Control, she reminded herself harshly.He is in control.
His fingers released, but he gave her breast a warning slap. “Obey without hesitation. Your reluctance reflects badly on me.”
She glared at him, but grasped the backs of her knees and spread her thighs as far as they would go. The sooner they emptied their balls, the sooner her torment would end. For tonight. She added the last phrase with a helpless whimper.
The bed rocked as Gabriel joined her. “Look at me, Heather.”
“Don’t use her name,” Patrick insisted. “She hasn’t earned the privilege.”
Gabriel ran his fingers down the inside of one spread thigh. “Look at me, pet. I like to see my partners while I fuck them.”
Tears blurred her vision, but Heather turned her head and met his gaze. He hadn’t undressed. Why should he? This wasn’t sex. It was punishment. No, penance.
“I won’t hurt you, and Patrick won’t need to discipline you as long as you behave.” He stroked her other thigh, then traced her damp folds with his index finger. His touch was light and teasing. “Stay nice and relaxed while I work my cock inside you and I’ll let you come before I start moving. Would you like that?” His finger moved up and circled her clit as he waited for her answer.
Tingling heat spiraled through her pussy and Heather sucked in a breath. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Her emotions were tight, the conflict overwhelming. A good hard orgasm was just what she needed.
Gabriel unzipped his pants and pushed them down far enough to free his cock. He was long and thick, and marble-hard. Heather tensed, and her legs began to tremble all over again. He was significantly larger than any of her lovers and it had been years since she had sex.
Apparently seeing her distress, Gabriel covered her clit with his thumb and massaged the sensitive bud. “You’re going to take me even if it hurts, because that’s what your master wants.”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded without thinking. Resisting and rebelling would only bring her more pain. Patrick held all the cards. Until that changed, submission was the wisest course.
Gabriel positioned himself at her entrance, but didn’t shove inside. “You feel warm and relaxed.” He reinforced thecommand with the motion of his thumb and the timbre of his voice. “I won’t make you want me, but I’d rather not hurt you.”
The sensations triggered by his caress combined with his mystic command and Heather felt her legs fall open. She felt boneless and floaty as if she had not a care in the world. Her inner muscles unclenched, and warmth cascaded from her shoulders to her knees.
“Good girl,” Gabriel praised as he slowly entered her pussy.
Her inner muscles opened for him, spreading and stretching until they began to sting. She sucked in a breath, but remained relaxed and accepting. He drove deeper, steadily filling her with his thick length.
“So wonderfully tight,” he groaned, rubbing her clit a little faster. “Come for me, pet. Let me feel you tighten around my cock.”
She wanted to resist, to deny him in some small way, but her body wasn’t listening. Tension gathered beneath his thumb. She was invaded, filled as she had never been filled before. She raised her hands to her face and desperately struggled to distance her mind from the pleasure. She wasn’t a sex slave. She would not come on command.
The bed dipped again and suddenly Heather’s upper body was being lifted. She gasped and lowered her arms. Patrick moved behind her, arranging her so her back rested on his chest. Her butt was still on the bed, her lower body angled up to accommodate Gabriel. Patrick grasped the backs of her thighs and pulled her legs open. He spread her thighs so wide that the tendons burned.
“Your pussy is his to use because I offered it to him.” He slapped her mound, punishing her clit.
Pain sparked in her pussy and Heather cried out. Patrick swatted her again. “I’m sorry!” she yelled.
“You’re defiant, and I won’t have it. Now hold your legs open and willingly take his cock.”
Her hands trembled as she obeyed, but she held herself in the humiliating position. Gabriel pulled back slowly, focusing her mind on the slide of his length against her stretched pussy. Worse, the angle of her upper body gave her a bird’s-eye view of their joining. She could see how wide she spread to take him as well as feel his thickness as it slid back inside her core.
Gabriel continued to caress her clit as he slid in and out of her pussy. Heather watched helplessly as her body surrendered to his possession. She hated her helplessness, hated that this was not something she would have chosen, but holy fuck did it feel good.
