Page 76 of Raine
I nod as much as I can with his fist in my hair, and he smiles down at me, and it makes the stupid organ in my chest beat a little faster than it already is.
His lips stretch wide, showcasing his strong jaw and perfect white teeth — teeth that I can’t wait to have leaving marks on my flesh.
“Are you ok with me being here because once I start, Raine, there’s no turning back?”
I mull over his words for a couple of seconds. My mind was already made up before he even uttered the question, but the way he stares down at me — like I’m the only woman in the world he has eyes for — solidifies my answer.
“I am. I want you here,” I say, driving it home.
“Good girl. Before we start, we need to establish a couple of things. The most important matter is if you want me to stop what I’m doing, I want you to say, Gabriel, not Gabe, Gabriel. Do you understand?”
I nod sagely, knowing this side of BDSM and the roleplaying and kinks that go along with it.
“Good. I’d also like you to call me Daddy as before, are you comfortable with that?”
I feel my insides turn to hot liquid at the mere thought of calling him daddy, a kink I didn’t realize I had until that night in the bathroom at Clandestine Moments.
“That’s fine…” I trail off, chewing on my lip, before asking him a question of my own. “Do I get a say?”
His features soften, and his eyes crinkle at the sides as a lock of his graying black hair falls over his eye. “Of course.”
I continue gnawing on my lip, emotions whirling inside of me. I’d never thought I’d like the daddy/little kink, but here we are. I feel small, insecure, wary, embarrassed and humiliated within my core at the thought of calling him Daddy.
But gazing up at him, our eyes firmly locked on each other, the biggest thing I feel with Gabe is… safe. That’s not an emotion my body generally registers. So when I open my dry mouth to utter the next words to him, I don’t feel anything like the mafia princess I am - I feel like a little girl wading in the deepest waters known to man.
“I want you to call me Sweet Girl or baby, please, and I want us here, completely in the moment. Can you do that?” I finish on a rushed breath, my eyes dipping away from him.
He chuckles softly, lifting my chin with his free hand to look down at me, and it feels like a group of dragonflies swarming around in my belly when our eyes meet. “Of course, Sweet Girl. Are we good?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, and his features harden just like his cock has against my belly.
His fist tightens in my hair, and his lips collide with mine. The fingers that lifted my chin snake around my throat like a necklace. And goddammit, I open on instinct, swallowing his tongue as he swallows my moans.
He kisses me with a passion that rivals my own, and I can feel his lust as it slides along his tongue and onto mine, the promise of debauchery to come.
Gabe pulls back, and I blink up at him dazedly. It takes me a moment to find my bearings and realize my hands are fisted in his shirt. He feels hard and all man underneath my touch, yet I feel woozy and out of control, wetness collecting and slipping down the insides of my thighs.
He smirks at me, his kiss-bruised lips hooking up at the sides as he toys with the fluffy towel wrapped around my chest. He plucks at it playfully, then tugs it and it falls in a heap on the floor and I’m left standing bared to him.
It's cool in the bungalow and I feel my nipples pucker. I drop my hands from his chest and rest them at my sides, working hard to keep my head in the moment.
It's been some time since I’ve had sober sex, and I’m finding it a little difficult to stay in the now and not let my mind cart me away. However, when I look into Gabe’s eyes, I see the understanding reflected back in his gaze.
“Stay with me, Sweet Girl; Daddy's here.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod once and he smiles down at me.
“That’s my good girl. Now, where were we? Oh, that’s right…” He trails off, picking me up off the ground. I wrap my legs around him on instinct.
He settles on the lounge as I straddle his lap. He pushes a strand of hair out of my face and hooks it behind my ear, a devilish smirk appearing on his handsome face.
“It’s time for your punishment,” he drawls, flipping me over onto my belly and causing me to yelp out loud from the quick movement.
I’m draped over his lap, his hard cock pressing into my belly with my ass in the air and my head dangling over the side.
My breathing ratchets, my breaths coming in short bursts when I feel his warm palm caress the globes of my ass.
“Such a fine ass, baby, a dancer’s ass if I’m not mistaken.”
