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“That’s it, little bird. Suck. Make me your meal like a good little cockwhore.”
He pulls back and then slams into my mouth again and I can’t resist. I let my teeth graze him.
“Fuck,”he growls as I smirk around his cock, then gently lick over any pain I may have caused him, swirling my tongue against the ladder on the underside of his shaft.
“Use your teeth again and I’ll be taking your virgin ass right here on the kitchen table.”
I watch him above me. The dark beauty of Gabriel as he violently fucks my throat. It doesn’t take long like this, and I can tell he’s about to come. The thought of me tied up and at his will must do something to him too.
I moan around Gabriel as he forces his cock deep, droolruns down my chin as he hits the back of my throat over and over. He pulls out almost all the way, using his thumb to hold my chin down as my tongue lingers on him, he pushes back in, inch by inch as slow as he can allow himself. I swipe my tongue over every barbell as he groans, and I do everything in my power to make him feel all of it. My throat opening for him, my tongue against him. I moan, I’m so on fire for him I think I might combust. I’m desperate to be able to move, my hands are numb and heavy, still tied behind my back so tightly. I feel him harden even further against my tongue.
“Taste how out of control you make me, wicked girl,” he grunts as he fills my mouth without warning. I gag around him and choke on his cum as it hits my throat with force. Gabriel steadies himself inside me for a beat and breathes, his chest heaving like he had no control over what just happened. I fucking love it.
Gabriel looks down and pulls his cock from my lips, swiping his cum back into my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re stunning, all tied up, mouth full of my cock, my cum dripping from these pretty lips.” He runs a thumb over my mouth. “Beautiful.”
The deranged part of me blossoms under his praise.
He says nothing as he tucks his cock back into his pants and moves toward the bathroom. I wait, the pain in my hands takes over as the adrenaline of what he just did begins to fade.
Gabriel is back in less than a minute with a warm washcloth. He kneels down to my level and without looking, uses one hand to untie my wrists while he washes away my tears, my drool, his cum from my face with the other. I immediately pull my hands to my front when they’re free and sets the cloth down. I watch as he begins massaging them back to life for me.
“You’re the only person on this fucking planet that can make me lose control, Brinley. And me out of control is a dangerous thing to witness.” Gabriel’s eyes meet mine as he continues to rub and the pins and needles feeling in my palms begins to fade.
He sets the cloth down and lifts my plate. I watch as he heads back into the kitchen and puts it in the microwave to warm the rest back up for me. I could get up, but I don’t.
Gabriel returns moments later and sets my plate in front of me. He lifts me up and sits in my chair, pulling me into his lap. His hand comes up to brush my sweaty hair from my forehead. He kisses me there. I could try to run or fight him, but I don’t. I simply open my mouth again for my food.
“You can come to the rally on Saturday, but we’ll have some work to do first.”
He lifts the fork and begins to feed me the rest of my dinner. We sit like this, in silence, as I internally let out a scream of victory.
I hold my aching hands in my lap as Gabriel feeds me bite after bite. I take everything he offers.
To anyone on the outside, it would appear like maybe he serves me…like maybe I own him, not the other way around.
Chapter 45
Gabriel
“You want me to what?” Brinley asks as I take my shirt off. Fuck, it’s hot. We just ran the equivalent of three miles and walked one through the trails that surround my acreage. I watch as her throat works to swallow her electrolytes. Fuck she’s incredible.
Her little spandex shorts cling to her in all the right places, the loose T-shirt she wears over one of those little spandex bras is like a teaser and her dark hair is piled high on her head. She’s growing stronger by the day and is being transformed into an unassuming little weapon under my command. She’s still keeping the curviness of her form though, and I can’t get enough of it, that full pert ass and grippable hips are what fucking dreams are made of.
I add a fresh mag to the Glock 43 she’s been training with and hand it over.
“You wanna carry your own gun, you can prove to me that you can handle it. It’s not something you toy with. I need to know you aren’t afraid to shoot and that you can shootaccuratelyunder pressure.” I walk away from Brinley towards a tree thirty feet away. Her accuracy would never need to be more than that in a threatening situation and I’m hoping she’s as precise as she has been over the last week. I take my place, beside a standing target with a fresh sheet on it. Its bullseye is less than a foot from me. I plant myself there and look into her eyes.
“No, uh-uh, you’re absolutely crazy,” she says in horror.
I smirk. “You’re just figuring this out now?”
“Gabriel,” she says in the way that makes my cock twitch every fucking time. “I can’t.”
I swear, I could bury myself inside some part of this woman all hours of the day and never tire of her. Something about her drives me to the absolute brink of insanity and settles me all at once.
“You can. You aren’t the Brinley Rose they made. Be you, be strong. Bemygirl,” I tell her firmly.
