“I can’t even touch my own body?”
“Not when you’re mine.” He grips my inner thighs and spreads me wider. Wetness seeps out of me.
Gabriel cups my entire pussy in his hand. His big strong hand that’s doing things to me. My hips buck against him. A little smirk plays on his lips and I want to slap him for it while I also want him to kiss me again.
“Look at you,” he comments, rubbing his palm against my clit. “Looking so desperate. Did you need me to touch you, baby?”
I don’t say a word as a whimper leaves my lips. I can’t stop my hips from rocking against his hand. I need this so much it hurts.
“You are mine.” His hand is so large, his fingers find the underside of my backside as he rubs his palm over my nub. He’s claiming every part of me. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“No,” I force out.
With a growl, he grabs the straps of my nightgown and yanks them down, freeing my bare breasts. My nightgown bunches around my waist. Gabriel bends over and captures one of my nipples in his mouth. I arch into him with a cry.
He rubs my nub harder and harder, building pleasure through me. I feel like I might die from it all.
Gabriel lets my nipple go and kisses up to my neck. “You are mine, Aurora. You know it. So just say it. Baby, just say it.” I have no idea how he can sound so gentle with me and so seductive at the same time. There are moments I’ll catch of Gabriel that make him seem softer but his hard moments outweigh the good. I don’t know how to come to terms with it all.
It would be easy to let Gabriel have me. I’m fed well here. I wear clothes I never thought I would get to touch in my entire life. I live in a mansion now.
But can I truly give all of myself to the man who wants to control me?
“No,” I say. “I’m not yours.”
He flips me onto my stomach and gives my backside a slight spank. It’s not meant to hurt. It’s more playful than anything else. Gabriel presses his hand over my pussy again, rubbing me even harder. My hips grind against him. Soft moans escape my mouth. There’s no way I could stop this and I don’t want to.
I want Gabriel to show me pleasure and I want to give in to it. I want to find the release he denied me.
“I’ll let you come,” he says as if he can read my mind. “Just say you’re mine.”
“You can’t force it.”
“Baby, you’re soaking my hand. You want this. So just say you’re mine and I’ll let you come.”
My hips have a mind of their own as I buck into his hand. Nothing has ever felt better. My hand finds my breast and holds it. Gabriel lets out a low growl that turns me on even more.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls. “Come for me, baby. Just say you’re mine.”
The loudest moan I’ve ever made comes ripping out of my throat.
“You want this,” he taunts. “Come for me. Just say it. Say you’re mine.”
I can’t hold back the bubbling pleasure inside of me. Not now. Not anymore.
My orgasm comes rocking through my body before I can stop it. I keep my lips clamped shut so I don’t say what Gabriel wants me to say. I need to keep some control in my life.
He removes his hand from between my legs and spanks my ass hard. I can’t stop myself from crying out this time. “You didn’t do as I say.”
“I am not yours to boss around.” I try to sound strong but my voice is breathless from my orgasm.
He flips me onto my back and rips my nightgown all the way off me so I’m fully naked before him. I thought I would feel more nervous but I only feel excitement.
“No one ever stands up to me like you do,” he says.
“I can’t be afraid of you. I don’t want to be.”
His eyes narrow. “You’re not afraid of me? You should be. Run, Aurora.” I frown, not understanding. He grabs my waist and sets me on my feet. “Run.”
