“Pet.” He says my nickname with such controlled fury. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence this evening. Here. Again.”
I almost recoil at his anger, but the reason I came gives me the courage to stand up and battle. I raise my hand and smack him across the face. The sound echoes down the hallway. If I thought his eyes were angry before, they’re practically on fire now.
He tugs me forward, dragging me a few steps to an open door and tosses me inside. The door slams shut, and I jump.
“You have crossed the line, pet.”
I whip around, ready for him. “So have you. Make up your mind. Take me or don’t, but don’t dangle me around and play with me like a toy. I told you I can take what you do to me. To my body. But not my mind.”
He swallows the space between us, his shoes hitting mine. I almost fall back. He reaches out, grabbing my neck. “Since when do you make the rules, little bird? I warned you and gave you an out, but you wanted to act brave. Little naïve Hazel Winters thinks she knows what she wants. You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
I try to push him off me, but he’s like stone. “Oh, I do know what I want. It’s you who’s naive. Afraid of me? I think you’re a coward. Can’t handle—”
His lips crash against mine, soft yet bruising. He parts my lips, and the faint taste of scotch teases my tongue as he works his around mine. His grip on my neck tightens, and I reach up, tugging at his hair. Two can play this game.
All too soon, he rips his lips from mine. I open my mouth to question why he stopped when he pushes me backward. I fall, landing on top of a plush bed. A switch flips inside of him. He’s not the cool and collected man I know. Before me is a wild beast, and I’m his prey. His eyes grow stormy, and I know I’m in trouble. He’s quick, eating up the space between us and climbing onto the bed. His heavy body blankets mine, and he bows his head, brushing his chin up the side of my cheek. I drown in his gentleness—my first mistake. I should never have let my guard down around a man with dark needs and the appetite of a starved man. He captures my arms and tugs them up above my head. Before I can question his next move, a metal clicking sound resonates, and he’s handcuffed my left wrist.
“What are you—?”
I whip my head to the right as he restrains my other wrist.
“Gabriel, please…” I beg and writhe under him on the bed.
He doesn’t answer me. He doesn’t even look at me as he slides off the bottom of the bed and stands. He rips down my pants, tears off my underwear, and spreads my legs wide. An unfamiliar sound travels up my throat the moment his mouth covers my sex. He’s not gentle. Nor patient. He’s untamed and ravenous as he devours me.
“Oh, God.” My neck arches back, my lips parting. He’s ruthless with his mouth, and it almost becomes too much. My hips buckle when he takes two fingers and pushes them inside me. He works a third one in, and I cry out as his long fingers take me so deeply that his knuckles are met by the barrier of my sex. He doesn’t stop until my body begins to seize, then pulls out as soon as my climax starts to take hold.
“You…I swear to God!” If he leaves me unsated again, I’m going to kill him.
He’s gone completely mute on me. I yelp when he lifts my legs and flips me. My arms, still bound, cross, and he pushes my ass in the air, smashing my head into the pillow.
“You will watch your damn mouth with me.” I cry out as the first lash slashes across my ass. Tears burn my eyes as my flesh stings like hell.
“Gabriel—”
I tug on my restraints as the second one slices across my skin. “Oh, fuck.” I grit my teeth as a thousand tiny prickles ripple along my cheek. The third is just as painful, but the fourth starts a dull throbbing between my legs.
“You’re going to pay for coming here without my permission. Hitting me. Disrespecting me.” Another lash explodes across my burning flesh.
“I’m sorry, Gabriel—”
“You don’t get to call me that, pet. I am the one who owns you. Your lifeline. When we’re in this room, when I have you down on your knees at my disposal, you will respect me. Submit to me. Do you understand?”
Another lash. “Yes. Yes,” I pant, unable to catch my breath.
“Not good enough. Yes, what?”
I remember from the first night here. The way the woman addressed the man. “Master.”
“Ah…she finally learns.” He drops the whip, and before I can calculate his next move, his lips are pressed against the welts and soothing my stinging flesh. He has a death grip on my thighs, his fingers mere inches from my sex. A current of need pulsates through me. “Do you need attention, pet? Want me to take care of the ache in that sweet cunt? My cunt?”
“Yes, please.” I cry out in desperation as his fingers dig into my thigh. “Yes, Master.”
“As you wish, little bird.” He grabs at my hips and raises my ass up, propping my knees on the bed. His hands disappear from my waist, only to grab at my cheeks and spread them apart. “Look at my beautiful ass. One day, I will own this ass. Fuck you here until you scream.” His finger grazes over my puckered hole, and I clench. “Stop. You don’t get to hide this from me.” My ears perk up in nervous anticipation as I listen to his movements. Before I can question what his intentions are, he leans over me, unlatching my restraints.
“Up. On all fours like a good little pet.” An inferno of heat swirls in my belly. The way he speaks to me causes me to soak the inside of my thighs. I pull my body up and lock myself in place. My head turns to watch his next move when his hand reaches in front of me and forces my mouth open with an object.
“I believe you know what to do.” My heart hammers as I open my mouth and take in the butt plug, soaking it with my saliva. He works it in and out to tease me, wanting me to remember our night together. “That’s my girl. Work yourself up for me.” The plug suddenly disappears from my mouth, along with the heat of him as he kneels behind me. He spreads me once again and presses the coolness of the glass plug to my opening. “Relax.” I try to obey, but I start to panic when he slowly pushes the object inside me. It’s foreign, and I’m not sure I like it. Gabriel smacks my ass, and it sends a jolt of pleasure to my sex.
“Fucking beautiful.” The bed shifts as he climbs off. The mirrored wall in front of me allows me to watch as he undresses. All male, regal and terrifying. When he drops his pants, I gasp.
“If you make a sound, I will tie you back up and gag you. I will stop fucking you and leave you here until the ache becomes so bad, you’re forced to rub your cunt against the sheets to get off.”
He climbs back on the bed, aligning himself at my opening. Claiming a handful of my hair, he guides my head back so I have no other choice but to lock eyes with him, then thrusts into me.
There’s no way I can stay silent. My cunt stretches wide to accommodate him, and I scream out in pleasure. He’s so big. Too big. My body can’t take it all. He pulls out, then drives back in. “Still so tight. Tell me, have you been saving yourself for me, little bird?”
I have. “Yes,” I pant, pushing back into him. The plug intensifies my arousal. I’ve never felt so full.