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He was unfastening his belt.
“What do you hear?” he asked.
“The rustle of clothes.”
“Be specific.”
“Your belt.”
“Yes. And what am I going to do with it?”
I shuddered from the realization. “Whip me.”
“I would never use a whip on your beautiful skin. However, I will spank you as often as necessary both for discipline as well as to heighten your pleasure. Tonight is all about the latter, but I suspect the strap will be used often given you are very disobedient.”
“Not true. I’ve been trained to follow rules.”
“I do so like the sound of that. Your compliance will make everything that much easier.”
His choice of words seemed strange, enough so my heart thudded several times.
“Easier?”
“For you to accept that there is a fine line where pain and pleasure become so intense that they are no longer distinguishable. I will bring you to both points. Accepting the rules of doing so will enhance the experience.” He cracked his belt across my bottom with the very intensity he was talking about.
“Oh, God.” I was immediately thrown into a cataclysm of fire and electricity, the anguish having no beginning or end. When he cracked another one in exactly the same place, I jerked up from the table, my body twisting.
Gabriel immediately yanked me back down, once again pressing his hand on the small of my back, rolling what felt like his thumb back and forth.
“Breathe, sweet Sarah. Allow the discomfort to resonate through your muscles.”
There was no choice, my entire body spasming.
“Soon, you’ll experience pleasure.”
I heard the snapping sound of his wrist and bristled, preparing for another series of strikes. They came within seconds, but the sensations were entirely different. Three more and I was wetter than before, juice trickling between my thighs.
He caressed me again then my skin was tickled by his hair as he lowered his head, thrusting his tongue inside my pussy.
“Oh, yes. Yes…” A smile crossed my face as he lapped up the cream, growling like a predatory beast. He pushed at least two fingers inside, the orchestration almost bringing me to an orgasm, the anguish from before all but forgotten. As he’d done before, he brought me close then shifted back to spanking me.
Breathless, I had no idea how long the session lasted or how many times I came close to a climax, but I’d been shoved into raw ecstasy by both experiences. Exhausted, when he fisted my head, lowering his head and crushing his mouth over mine, I kept my eyes closed, unable to move a muscle. He was so forceful in every action, taking exactly what he wanted. There was no option, but I no longer wanted any physical freedom. Only the sweet release that he’d provided for my mind.
After sucking on my tongue for a few seconds, he chuckled darkly then turned me over. He planted his hands on either side of me, leaning over and dragging his tongue beseechingly slowly down my stomach, blowing heated air across my clit.
“Now, I feast, providing pleasure. You were a very good girl.” I heard the sound of legs of a chair being scraped across the floor and assumed he’d sat down. He said nothing, almost as if he’d walked away.
I chewed on my lower lip, undulating back and forth on the table.
Then I heard another low-slung growl, the tone so ripe with emotion that it floored me. The man was famished.
As he gathered my legs into his arms, I refused to blink, longing to watch every second of the man devouring me. I fisted my hands, trying to keep my arms in place. I also wanted to touch him, to tangle my fingers in his thick hair.
He raked his fingers along the crack of my ass, teasing me by pressing a single tip against my dark hole. He was telling me without words what he planned on doing. The man was determined to claim me in every way.
Teasing me.
Tasting me.
