Page 107 of Raine
I don’t look at my plum-colored lavish bathroom or the lilac fluffy towels hanging from the black intricate rail; my eyes are trained on him, his muscles rippling as his body tenses with his movements.
Drawing my lip into my mouth, I chew on the pillowy flesh while I admire Gabe in his tight jeans. When he turns around with a smirk on his face, I know he caught me gawking and checking out his ass.
Closing the distance between us, Gabe instructs me to raise my hands above my head, and I do so, feeling his fingers trickle down my ribs until he draws the wet tank over my head and throws it across the bathroom.
It lands with a thud, the water splattering everywhere. He runs his finger down my cheek and plucks my lip out of my mouth, my breathing kicks up a notch at the way he’s looking at me. Before I can discern what emotions are running through his eyes, he drops to his knees and slowly slides my yoga pants down.
Peering down at him, our eyes lock, and I admire him and the way his eyes light and dance with devilry as he pulls my pants down and helps me toe out of the wet fabric. I stand naked before him, and I’ve never felt more vulnerable.
Gabe’s eyes move from my face to my pussy, and he grazes his knuckles over my swollen flesh, nudging my hood piercing as he does.
“I fucking love this piece here,” he rasps, pulling on my piercing slightly and causing my body to jolt.
Gabe chuckles darkly before standing, removing his clothes, and stepping inside the shower. Holding out his hand to me, I take it and step in with him. In the corner is a built in step, and he moves me toward it and grabs the shampoo and conditioner.
For the next half an hour, I sit there being pampered by Gabe. His careful ministrations however casual and not sexual, still somehow cause my body to flow like fucking lava.
By the time we step out of the shower and he dries my hair and body, then moves to the bedroom, I’m already feeling wanton and more than needy.
Lying on my bed, I look up at Gabe with heavy lidded eyes and slowly spread my legs. He watches the movement with a small smirk playing on his lips, and I start to wonder if I ever stood a chance with this man.
I watch his eyes zone in on my pussy, and I know from the thick ridge forming behind his towel that he likes what he sees. Butterflies swarm my belly, and I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him.
“Topping from the bottom, Sweet Girl. That’s not how this works.”
Pouting, I sulk and he lets a dark chuckle leave his throat. He moves over to the corner, and I see the bag he had when he arrived at the beach house. Picking through the bag, I sit there tingling, wondering what he’s looking for. When he lets out an uh-huh, I know he’s found whatever he was looking for.
When he turns around he’s holding an open mouth gag, a neck to wrist restraint and a spreader bar with ankle cuffs attached to it.
I draw my thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure and blood rushing to my core, which has Gabe’s lips hooking up in a sinister grin.
“Nuh-uh, baby, open those legs back up and turn onto all fours.”
I swallow the ball lodged in my throat, the need to defy him strong but the desire to please him stronger. I assume the position and look over my shoulder at him in time to see him rip the towel off and see his cock hard and weeping.
I whimper, the need to lick the bead of pre-cum off him sending my insides to contort and spasm with want. As if reading my thoughts, Gabe closes the distance, and comes to stand beside the bed, looking down lovingly at me.
“Soon, Sweet Girl, soon.”
With that, he kneels beside me and attaches the collar around my neck, careful not to get my long hair caught, then moves on to locking the cuffs in place around my wrists. I feel the cuffs click around my ankles and know he’s placed the spreader bar on, but I can’t see from my vantage point. When he comes back to the top of the bed, our eyes lock, but mine move to the dangling gag in his hand.
He brushes the hair that’s fallen over my eyes from my face and smiles down at me, his eyes sparkling as he does. “What do you say if you want me to stop?”
“Gabriel.”
“Good girl,” he praises before leaning forward and placing the leather around my head. “Open your mouth, Raine.”
I do as he says, opening wide so he can fit the metal ring between my teeth. Once he’s fastened it in place, he steps back and I stick my tongue out in offering.
“Soon, pretty girl, real fucking soon.”
I watch as he opens my side drawers, the color draining from my face when he pulls out my vibrator, eight-inch replica dick and some lube.
Attempting to look away, Gabe stops me from hiding with one word. “Don’t.”
I glance up at him, anger and lust riding shotgun in his stormy hues. “Don’t you ever run from me or be ashamed of your sexuality, Raine. It’s one of the many characteristics I love about you.”
The word love has my mouth drying, but I don’t allow it to settle in and ruin the moment. Instead, I offer him a small nod, and he smiles back at me.
