“What are you doing?” I whine. I hate that I whine. I hate that I’m letting Gabriel touch me like this after he just tortured a man. A man who is still alive and watching us.
Gabriel grabs my waist and lowers me to the ground. I sink down easily without any fight. He tugs my hips towards him and shoves my nightgown around my waist.
Meeting my eyes, he brings his mouth back to my pussy. He licks and licks and licks. Oh, it feels like heaven on earth.
“Oh,” I moan, propping myself on my hands and letting my head drop back. Why is this happening? Why does it feel so good?
Gabriel grips my thighs tighter in his strong, tanned hands. They’re so big against my legs. His lips run over my folds and nub again and again and again.
My hips have a mind of their own as they buck against his face.
“Lay back,” he orders. “Lay back.”
I do as he says and lay on the cold, hard ground. In this moment, I don’t care. Gabriel lifts my hips up higher, driving his face in deeper as if that were possible. His tongue slips into my entrance, making me moan.
My hands find my breasts. Through the silk of my nightgown, it makes my skin feel more electric. More alive.
“Gabriel,” I gasp. “Oh. Oh!”
“Scream my name for me,” he commands. “Scream it.”
I want to disobey him. Remind him that he doesn’t get to control every aspect of my life but in this moment, I want to do as he says. I want to scream his name.
“Gabriel,” I moan. Every lick of his lips also presses the tip of his nose against my clit, making me more sensitive. “Gabriel.”
“That’s it, baby. You’re my good girl.” He licks me harder and firmer. My eyes flutter closed from the pleasure of it all. Mark’s screams are a distant memory.
In one quick motion, Gabriel sits up and brings his hand to my legs, inserting his finger roughly inside of me.
“It hurts,” I gasp.
“Get used to it, baby.” He runs his finger in and out of me without mercy. The shock of it makes me clamp down on his finger. “It will be my cock one day. You’ll be begging for it. You need to be ready for me.” His finger moves faster. The roughness of it all makes me feel more alive than anything ever has.
I whine and moan at the same time. Unhinged. It’s the only way to explain what I’m feeling.
Gabriel brings his thumb to my clit and presses down hard. I cry out.
“It’s too much. Too much.”
“You can take it.” He shoves my nightgown strap down my arm, exposing my breast and leans down and captures my nipple between his lips.
Gabriel removes his finger from inside of me and finds my clit, flicking it again and again and again until I can’t take it anymore.
My orgasm hits me like an explosion. For a moment, I’m not even sure I can breathe but then my vision clears and my body calms down.
He cups my pussy, claiming me again. “You are mine,” he whispers darkly into my ear.
“If I’m yours, then why do you push me away?” Why does it bother me so much? I shouldn’t want to know the man who is my captor. But is he really my captor when I made the choice to stay here?
Gabriel’s answer is to pull away from me and fix my nightgown back into place. “I don’t want that fucker looking at you a moment longer.” He pulls me to my feet and picks the knife off the ground, placing it in my hands. “Will you still stay? Or leave? You know your choices.”
My body is still tingling from the pleasure he just showed me. The confusing, all-consuming pleasure.
I look at Mark, who’s struggling against the ties binding him to the table. He’s a lot older than I first thought he was. Probably in his late forties.
“You are disgusting,” Mark hisses at me. “Disgusting.”
“I can’t kill him,” I whisper.
