Dammit, I’m so late.
I’m not allowed to be late.
Timeliness and compliance. Two of his rules. I’m breaking one of them. My heart hammers inside my chest. There will be consequences. Maybe he’ll understand. It was out of my control. I tried to hurry Violet. She couldn’t possibly understand the turmoil I would succumb to by her making us late.
And now, I’m going to pay. He’s going to make sure of it, and I don’t know whether it scares me or excites me.
I speed through the streets to his large estate hidden on the outskirts of the busy city. When I enter the passcode, the gates open, and I race up the winding driveway. His house comes into view, a single light shining through the front window. I’m already removing my jacket as I park and run into the house. A shudder of fear mixed with arousal ripples down my spine when I’m not met by his large frame. He’s already downstairs waiting for me. My breath hitches at the low sound of music as I near the stairs. Andrea Bocelli is playing. His favorite melody when he’s upset. My nipples pebble as I take the steps two at a time, almost tumbling down the stairs. He will understand. It was out of my control. I remove my sweater and leggings, leaving me bare except for my white lace bra and underwear.
When I turn into the low-lit room, his back is to me. His shoulders are wound tight, a crystal glass in his hand as he stares at a piece of art hanging on the wall. “I’m sorry. It was out of my control. Violet—”
I stop mid-sentence when he turns, his eyes smoldering with discontent. “You’re late.” His words carry so much meaning, my legs weaken. I fall to the ground, my knees slamming into the marble floor, and bow my head.
“I’m sorry. We left late. Violet wasn’t feeling well, and we hit traffic.”
Gabriel eats up the space between us until the tips of his shoes are touching my knees. The tips of his fingers graze my cheek, and I lean into his palm, aching for his touch. He walks around me, the heat of his body at my back.
“You know I don’t wait, pet.”
I shiver with anticipation. I will be punished for breaking a rule. “Ga—”
A leather whip slashes across my lower back. “Who, pet?”
“Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
He bends forward, his warm breath skating along my earlobe, his deep baritone creating a storm inside my belly. “That’s better, sweet girl. Spread yourself wide for me. I want to see my beautiful cunt.”
My legs shake as I widen my stance. The warmth of his breath disappears as he moves back around me. I look up at him and make eye contact, breaking the same rule every time. I can’t help it. I’ve missed him and need to bask in his beauty.
“Always so defiant.” He reaches forward, caressing my cheek. “Sometimes, I feel like you want me to punish you.”
I try to fight my smirk, but my lips win over, and he laughs at my mischievous glance. “I’m never opposed to it.” I smile, knowing he won’t be able to deny my playful disobedience.
“And if I deny you my touch? Will you still not be opposed?”
His threat doesn’t scare me. It entices me to challenge him more. Gabriel is a man who craves control. Eats, sleeps, and breathes it. But ever since we started, I’ve learned he desires something else more: me.
“Then I guess I’ll sit here, my pussy aching for you until you realize how much I’ve missed you and need you. I’ll think about you touching me, violating me, your fingers deep inside my pussy, my arousal coating your tongue. And while you continue to deny me, I’ll think about the ways that I’ve fantasized taking your cock—”
A feral growl echoes across the room, and he lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder. I hide my smile and yelp as he tosses me onto the bed. With one rip, my thong is gone. My head arches back as he disappears between my thighs, ruthlessly licking at my wet slit. My hands travel into his thick hair just as a palm makes contact with my ass.
“Always so fucking rebellious.” Two fingers disappear inside me. “You think you can taunt me?” A third finger. “Tease me?” He bites my thigh, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “I’m the one in charge. Not you. Not this pussy. Fuck.” He doesn’t say anything else. He’s so lost in devouring me, he can’t even finish his threats.
I ride the wave of his mouth until my legs start to shake. I tug hard on his hair, knowing he will pull away just as I’m about to fly over the edge. But he never moves. Instead, his finger finds my back entrance, and he slides it inside me. My back leaves the bed, and I explode in ecstasy. My body quakes. Gabriel doesn’t let up. He doesn’t allow me time to reset. This is my punishment. This is how he takes back his control.
He grabs my hips and flips me, my stomach hitting the mattress. He allows no time for me to catch my breath, only the time it takes for him to remove his pants. He finds my still pulsating sex and drives into me, causing me to jerk upward. Gripping my hips to keep me in place, he pulls out and slides back in. “Don’t expect to breathe or walk all break, pet. I told you I have plans for you. I’m going to completely break you. This pussy is mine. Every single orgasm you have belongs to me. I own you. My cock owns you. Soon, I’ll take your ass and own that too.” He pauses, as his cock hits my womb. “And when I’m done with you, I’m keeping you in my little cage. You. Belong. To. Me.” His thrusts become so powerful, he no longer attempts to warn me. Threaten me. Use words that only excite me more. His hidden message is clear. He’s claiming me, and I’m signing every dotted line.
My moans and his feral grunts combine, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure until I feel him grow wider inside me. His fingers dig deep into my sides, and I lose myself once again to another earthshattering orgasm. Gabriel is right behind me, his deep growl echoing throughout the room as he fills me with his heat.
His body falls over mine, and I relish in the feel of his heavy heartbeat against me. Kisses rain up my back as his lips capture his favorite spot and latch onto my shoulder blade. “You’re going to pay for that,” he hums against my skin, gliding his tongue up my neck and capturing my earlobe.
“I hope so,” I reply between trying to catch my breath.
He sucks on my earlobe, his hands working up my side until his fingers graze into my hair. He pulls my head back and fuses his lips to mine. “Glad you’re home.”
His words take flight in my head, and I fight not to put too much meaning to them. In a perfect world, where judgment and scrutiny aren’t always on the frontlines of debate, I imagine this as my home—being free of all the scorn and the taboo spotlight. We definitely wouldn’t be the only couple in the world with an age gap. There’s at least one other couple. I laugh to myself, thinking about Dad and Violet. God, how fucked up are we all?
“What are you thinking about?” He releases me and climbs off the bed. I don’t answer him until we’re cleaned up, and he’s wrapping me in a silk robe.
“Do you ever think about Dad and Violet?” I ask.
He throws a shirt over his head, cocking his head to the side. “Am I thinking of your father and your roommate while fucking you? Not particularly.”
“Gabriel, that’s not what I mean. Their relationship. Do you ever wish we had that?”