Page 90 of Wolf.e
Gabriel moves in front of me without answering.
“Stop trying to fight it, it’s a Klemheist knot, the more you pull the tighter it’ll get.”
He picks up my fork and loads it up with a scoop of quinoa.
“Now, I saideat.” One strong hand holds my head still as he uses his thumb to press against a joint near my lower jaw.Fucking hell.
My mouth pops open instantly and he shoves the fork in, swiping it out and holding my mouth closed.
“I told you this once—you won’t win.” Gabriel bends down to look in my eyes before removing his hand. “Now do as you’re fucking told.”
Fury rises in me like I’ve never felt. I shouldn’t fight back. I know I’ve pushed him far enough but the wicked side of me, that he does his damnedest to pull out every day, is the side that’s hurt by his insinuation that I’m being a princess. Without thought, I spit the food out on the floor. I don’t even raise my head back up before the knot at my wrists is pulled tighter by his hand. I cry out in pain and push the chair back, kicking at Gabriel. He easily places both his feet over mine to stop me and grabs my hair at the roots, tipping my head up to face him. He leans down and plants a line of gentle kisses up my jaw until he reaches the spot under my ear that he loves. His lips and tongue trail slowly along my pulse just before he bites my flesh. I whimper and ask myself why being tied here like this, completely at his mercy is doing it for me.
“You want to fight me? Once again you find yourself faced with a choice,” he growls.
“You leave me no choice but to fight. I’m not just your captive. I’m your—”
Gabriel silences me with a kiss to my lips. His knuckles graze my cheekbone with his free hand, and I fight with tears in my eyes to not let him pull me under as his other hand stays rooted in my hair. He pulls back from my lips, and I watch as his eyes focus on my mouth. His jaw flexes, he swallows and Iknow he’s just as strung out as I am right now. The thought of his hardened cock so close to me threatens to overtake every sliver of my anger.
“You’re my little hummingbird.” A sadistic smirk takes over his face. “And it’s time to feed, little bird.”
He picks up my half full glass of tequila and pulls my hair tighter. I watch his eyes as they focus, swirling it around in the glass before knocking half of it back in one shot and setting the glass on the table. Before I can register his movements, he’s pressing that spot along my jaw that forces my mouth open. He leans down and spits the tequila into my mouth. I choke on it and swallow what I can as it burns my windpipe.
Gabriel uses his thumb to spread tequila over my lips before leaning down again and kissing me deeply. As he does, I confirm what I assumed, he’s rock hard pressing against my arm. Warm and ready and tearing down my defenses with every swipe of his tongue. He still holds my feet down so clenching my thighs isn’t an option.
“If you continue to fight, I’ll have to find an equally creative way to feed you your dinner. The choice is yours.”
My breath is heavy as I realize I’m fighting a losing battle. I want to make him hard for me. I want to have him force me. Those dark parts of me crave it.
I simply choose to give in, looking him dead in the eyes, I pop my mouth open and stick out my tongue.
He holds my hair and stands in still silence for all of five seconds before a low growl leaves him. Gabriel reaches down and gathers a bite for me on the fork. He brings it to my lips, I feel my chest rise and fall, and I lean forward. Keeping my eyes on his, I wrap my lips around the fork and suck the food cleanoff. His cock presses into my arm and I shimmy just a little to torture him with some friction.
As I chew, a drawn out, seductive groan escapes me that I couldn’t prevent, even if I tried.
Fuck, it’s so good, I really am so hungry.
I swallow and open my mouth, sticking out my tongue again to show him I’ve swallowed.
“More?” I ask sweetly looking up at him through my lashes, taunting him. It’s the only power I have, and I realize it’s the way I can breakthrough. The thread of control he holds is unraveling by the second as he gathers me another bite and I swipe it off, taking even longer this time to pull my lips from the fork.
“Sogood,” I moan as I chew. I move a little more against his cock and I hear him mutter“fuck”under his breath. I’m testing him but he doesn’t stop me.
“Feed me more,” I tell him, but it comes out like a breathy whimper.
As my next bite is gathered, I see a wet spot through his light gray sweatpants where pre-cum seeps through, all for me.
I swallow that bite and smirk.
“More tequila now, please,” I ask.
Gabriel picks my glass up and mouths what’s left in it, looking down at me he uses his thumb to slowly pull my chin down. He doesn’t have to try hard. I pop it open and stick my tongue out for him. He bends down and lets the tequila trickle out of his mouth into mine, slowly. I lap at it, my tongue skimming his lips, savoring him and breaking him. One more swipe of my tongue over his bottom lip and then he’s kissing me, his thread finally snapping as the warm tequila floods my mouth and my pussy throbs almost worse than my wrists.
Gabriel pulls back and stares down at me, as if he’s in shock that I’ve turned his punishment around on him.
I pant in a shallow rhythm as I let my gaze trail over his body—slowly, the way he would normally do to me. The way that used to make me nervous but now only makes me want him. Over his abs to the deep V of his waist and then down to his cock my gaze settles. I hold it then look up at him.
“Feed me?” I ask as I open my mouth for him looking back down to his cock. Not one second passes before he’s wrenching himself free of his clothes and thrusting his cock into my mouth. I open wider and take him eagerly, gagging and sputtering around him as he hits the back of my throat. His other hand moves to my hair too and he loses it there, using his thumbs to slide down my cheeks and tug my jaw open wider. I moan against him. He thrusts deeper, holding his cock steady at the back of my throat. My eyes water as I look up at him through my lashes.
