Page 173 of Screwged for Christmas

I wanted to lie and tell him yes just to see him squirm. But the look in his eyes was of such concern that I caved.

“Pinched my ass in a crack in this high-quality chair,” I murmured.

He was rubbing my wrists lightly with his thumbs. That felt really nice. They were a bit red from the cuffs so I wasn’t going to complain.

“Not everyone lives their life going from five-star hotels to private planes like you do.”

“Despite what you think, it’s not easy being me,” I blurted.

Gabriel raised his head and looked at me skeptically but he didn’t stop the massage of my hands. In fact, now he’d moved to drawing circles on my palms with his thumbs. His touch was tender and I didn’t want him to stop.

“Yeah, getting whatever you want must be a real bitch, Ice Princess.”

“I don’t get everything I want. Far from it,” I protested.

“Really?” He dropped my hands and sat back in his chair. One of his arms casually hung over the back. “Tell me one thing that hasn’t gone your way.”

“Well.” I glanced around the dingy room wildly. My heart pounded so hard in my chest that I was sure Gabriel could hear it.

“Come on, Ice Princess. You can tell me. You didn’t get the right color pony for your eighth birthday?”

“It’s not like that.” I balled my hands by my sides, getting to my feet. “Forget it. I should’ve known you wouldn’t understand.”

I moved to stalk away but Gabriel captured my hand lightly pulling me down into his lap again.

“I’m sorry.” He gathered my long hair back, combing through it with his fingers.

I liked sitting on his lap. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass and I instantly flipped from irritated to curious as to where this would lead.

It was now or never. I took a deep breath and the truth spilled out of me.

“I’m a virgin. I can’t trust anyone to have sex with me because I know they are either just trying to get back at my father or get to my trust fund. You know what it’s like being the world’s oldest living virgin? I have dreams, desires, fantasies, and no one to share them with. Mom died and Dad well, he paid more attention to the stock market than me. He has my whole life planned out and not once has he asked me what I want. Oldest story in the damn book because it keeps happening over and over again.”

“Breathe, baby.” Gabriel’s hand stopped brushing my hair.

He gently turned my head, tilting my chin up so we locked eyes

I struggled to blink back my tears but failed. I felt them roll down my cheeks faster than I could count, but I didn’t wipe them away.

“This trip was my first… everything,” I offered quietly. “ My father forgets Christmas, so I didn’t see the point of going home to an empty house so I worked hard, saved, and bought myself this trip.”

“Oh, baby.” Gabriel breathed. He kissed my tears away and when they were gone he nuzzled my neck. “I’m sorry. I really fucking am.”

I gulped back a hiccup. His lips against my neck washed away the hurt of my father’s actions, and I didn’t try to bring them back by dwelling on them.

I dragged my fingers through Gabriel’s hair, and took in all the pleasure of his lips back on my neck and working up to nibble on my ear. Heat washed through me and pooled between my legs. My already swollen clit throbbed. I moaned, not even trying to hide what he was doing to me. I shed my fluffy coat when he took off my cuffs and now I wished I’d done the same with my pants.

“But I’m not sorry I spanked that tight ass of yours,” he growled low and I swear his words pulled a string connected to my pussy, because I creamed so hard I could feel the liquid wetting my bathing suit and pants.

I slid my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. “Good, because I liked it. A lot.”

Gabriel’s hands rested on my knees.

He was very quiet.

I wiggled my ass against him since that seemed to be effective.

“It would be a shame to put that bed to waste,” I whispered.

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