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“Have I... pleased you?” Nervousness wracks its way through me.
Gabriel blinks and tilts his head. “Why would you think you haven’t? You’ve learned so much about yourself, haven’t you?”
I nod, biting my lip as a heat spreads through me. “I have.”
“And do you enjoy what you’ve learned?”
The question stops me, making me think. He’s taught me the exaltation of pushing my limits and the peace that comes with accepting that if I let go and allow him to do whatever he wants to me, I can feel pleasure beyond imagination. I’ve learned that yes, there are times I crave the crack of the crop on my ass, and that a silk scarf wrapped around my wrists is a fucking aphrodisiac.
I’ve learned just how far I can take his cock all the way into my throat before the world starts to fade, and I’ve learned how long I can hold my orgasm back before a plug in my ass and a vibrator on my clit make me come so hard I nearly pass out.
I’ve learned how good it feels to simply say ‘yes, Sir’... and how much those two simple words convey.
A million lessons, and I owe them all to him. “I love what I’ve learned,” I admit and then realize I said ‘love’. Such a forbidden word for a relationship like ours.
And what a stupid thing to say when in twenty-four hours, our time is up and I might never see him again.
“I appreciate your spoiling me, too.” I add the comment to distract from my previous reckless statement.
Gabriel chuckles, stroking my shoulder. “I’m glad you liked the dress.”
“I’ve liked everything you’ve given me,” I tell him honestly. “Not just the gifts but the outings and dinners, the experiences, the... everything.”
Gabriel nods. “You’ve been amazing as well.” His tone is lower and sincere, almost thoughtful.
I swallow, looking down at my fingers that tangle with one another in nervousness. There’s been one thing on my mind, because I know that the contract is over in just a few hours. “Sir, I want to know... since the contract is over tomorrow and the auction—”
Gabriel nods, his eyes darkening. “You want to do it again.”
I nod worriedly, scared that he doesn’t feel the same. After all, he has wealth I never will, experience that’s far greater than mine, and the power. He has all the power. “I don’t want this to end. I... I belong to you. More than the contract.” My heart races as I swallow down the question...could I simply be yours? With no end date?
Gabriel lets out a breath, and after a moment, he smiles. “So that’s what’s been on your mind all day.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Instead of answering, Gabriel pushes me back onto the couch we’re sitting on, his eyes flaring as his left hand wraps around my throat, just above the lace collar I’m wearing. It’s not a full collar, just a regular choker tied at the back of my neck with a simple bow knot, but it means so much to us both.
His lips find mine, crushing me in a powerful kiss and making me want to embrace him, but he’s taught me well. I’m instantly breathless. I hold onto the cushions of the couch as he presses into me, his right hand reaching between my thighs to pull the lace panties I’m wearing—another gift from him—to the side so hard I feel the burn against my skin as they tear.
Before this month, I’d have been shocked, maybe even scared, to know that a hundred-dollar pair of my underwear just got torn apart like cheap dollar store cotton and that I’m helpless beneath the man who did it. Now, though, I feel powerful, wanted, and in need of him to keep going. To take me and fuck me like I’m his, to do whatever he wants to me.
His fingers stroke my folds, gathering the wetness before teasing my clit and making me moan for him. “Pull your left knee up,” he growls.
I obey, my strangled pleasure coming out as a gasp as he plunges two fingers inside me. “Gabriel!”
“This ismine,” he rasps, and I nod, pulling my knee up higher to give him more access. “This pussy ismine, this neck ismine, these mouth-watering tits aremine.”
This heart wants to be yours too.
I don’t say it, never out loud. Not that I could possibly speak coherently as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, his thumb roughly stroking my clit until I’m left on edge. He holds me here, both of us knowing that he’s the one in control.
He releases my throat, and oxygen floods my system as he reaches to his belt, the leather singing against his suit pants as he pulls it out of the belt loops before freeing himself. With one strong, savage thrust he fills me, and even though he doesn’t order me, my legs wrap around him, wanting him inside me.
“Gabriel!” I cry out as my first orgasm hits me like a wave crashing against the shore. He’s never, ever denied me my release, not when his cock is inside me. Instead, he rides me through the waves, his hips rising and falling hard and fast. Somehow, he feels me, his strokes matching the crests and dips of my climax, making it even more intense.
“Kiersten,” he murmurs, a name that only slips from his lips when we’re like this. Not when he’s ‘training’ me or tying me up. Then I’m his pet, his little whore, his plaything.
When he’s buried deep inside me, I’m Kiersten.HisKiersten.
