“Don't touch,” Gabe mumured as he kissed her.
She groaned. “I want to.”
“Don't.” he cautioned. “You'll get punished.”
She paused at that, alert. She felt a bit of fear but she also felt thrilled.
His mouth went lower on her body. She closed her fist tight. “Gabe, please.”
Gabe took off her shirt and her jeans. “Lay down.”
“My underwear.”
“I'll take care of it.”
He didn't take it off however. He peeled the panties back, gave her pussy a quick tumble with his tongue, and carefully placed a vibrator right inside.
“Oh, God.” she said as it began to work. She writhed madly. “I want to—”
“No.” he cut her off. “Blue your fav color, right?”
She manage to nod, “Yes.”
“That's your safe word.”
“'Kay.”
“If you want me to go slower, you say yellow.”
His favorite color. She nodded.
Gabe went on, “And if you want me to stop completely, you say white. Okay, baby?”
“Okay.”
“Run it by me again.”
She repeated his instructions to him.
He reached over her and tied her hands against the headboard of the bed.
“The v-v-vibrator is still wo-wo-working,” she stammered.
“I know,” was his calm reply.
“O-orgasm,”
“Nope,” he reached for her panties. “Not yet.” Slowly, he retrieved the vibrator and inserted his index finger inside her. He worked it in and out of her slowly. “Eyes on me, Jaz.” When she complied, he said, “You're not to cum. Not without my permission.”
“But I want —”
He continued using that devilish finger. “Arguing with me only makes your punishment more severe.”
She kept her mouth shut.
As he pushed in and out of her with his finger, he began to massage her clitoris with his thumb, intensifying her arousal.
The pleasure was hot-white behind her eyes. “Please let me cum. Please,” she pleaded.
“No,”
He retrieved his fingers from her vagina and gave it
a swipe with his tongue.
“I like the smell and taste of you, Jaz.” And just in case she thought he was lying, he added, “I mean it.”
Shyness made her lower her eyes.
Beside him was a glass filled with ice cubes, he slipped one into his mouth for a few minutes. When he dropped it back into the cup, he leaned over and kissed her.
She moaned into his mouth. She felt his fingers on her breast and he gave it a slight tiny pinch.
“Gabe,”
“Yes, my love?”
“I'm begging you, please—”
“No. I'll start when I want to.”
She scowled at him.
There was a blindfold in his hands and he settled it over her eyes.
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
A few minutes later, she felt him take off her panties and something began to run lightly on her clit.
“What have I got in my hands, Jaz?”
“A paper?”
“Wrong.” He punched her on the nipple.
She jolted at the mixture of pain and pleasure. “Ow,”
“Try again. What have I got?”
She thought frantically, tuning her senses with the sensation on her clit. Back and forth it went, teasing her here, teasing her there. What could be that light? Not his fingers, she was sure.
“Gabe, please, lemme—”
This time, he flicked a finger on her clitoris. Her reaction was caught between a gasp and a moan.
“Don't beg. Answer my question.”
It came to her suddenly. “A feather! It's a feather!”
“Hmm,” his finger was now inside her again. “Close enough. It's a feather tickler.”
“Don't I get a reward?”
“You do.”
She felt his mouth on her pussy and she gasped and stretched on the bed. It was crazier that she couldn't even touch him.
“Gabe, wai— OhmyGod. Fuck.” Her back went off the bed and came back down. “Please, Gabe, please.” Her voice was now a hoarse whisper. She could not withstand it any longer. She wanted his cock inside of her now. Even if it was for just a few minutes.
He stopped.
The silence unnerved her and she began to writhe. “Gabe?” What was he doing?
“Gabe?”
“Right here, babe.”
“What are you doing?”
“Things.”
“Could you fuck me, please?”
“No, not yet. I'll make you plead when I want to.”
Her stubbornness rose to the forefront at his words. “I will not.”
“Oh, you will, my darling. You will,”
“I can bet you that I will not.”
Gabriel smiled, a gleam in his eyes. “I always love a challenge.”
“So do I,” came the pompous reply.
Jaz, Gabe thought with a fond smile, a woman after my heart.
He lowered his head - he'd never lost a bet, and he was not about to start now.
Jaz jolted as his tongue danced on her clit. Only his tongue at the tip of her clit. She almost started frothing at the mouth.
“Enjoying yourself?”
She swallowed quietly and tried to make her voice come out as normal. “You aren't doing bad.”
Gabe laughed silently, his body rumbling. Pride wouldn't let her admit that she was having the time of her life, but he could tell from the little tremors that ran through her body that she was.
“You'll just have to throw in the towel, Jaz,”
She caught in her breathe and managed to ask as his tongue continued his assault on her, “What towel?”
Now he brought his head up. She shivered as he began using his feather again.
“Wanna say something, Jaz?”
“N-no. J-just keep up the good work,”
“I will. Thanks.”
“D-don't do that,”
“Don't do what?”
He was probing her pussy gently with the tip of his cock, teasing her with it, but he made sure he did not enter her all the way. A hard task, seeing how wet she was.
“Hmmf,”
“You say?”
“N-nothing.”
“I want you to beg, Jazmine. Beg me to fuck you.”
“I will not,” said the mule-headed girl
“There's still time yet.” He slid into her, just that once, and pulled slowly back out.
“Gabe. Gabe,”
“You know the magic word, baby. Say it.”
She knew she couldn't stand it anymore so she exploded, “Please, please, please, goddammit!”
“Please what?” asked the devil.
“I want you to make love to me. Now. Please.”
He had to grin. “Just what I was waiting for.” He kissed her then and massaged her nipple until it was taut and peaked.
“Gaaaabe,” she groaned his name.
“Yeah, baby?”
When he slid into her, it was a relief for the both of them. He pulled out, slid in, pulled out, slid in, and she almost went mad with the pleasure and agony of it. The rhythm he kept sent shivers from the base of her spine to the tip of her toes.
“Gabe?”
“Baby?”
“Can you untie me, please? I want to hold you.”
He paused just for a second before untying her hands and taking off the blindfold from her eyes.
And he could not deny the pleasure he felt when her hands went round him and craddled him closer, shivering and shaking underneath his touch, and chanting his name.
“So how was yesterday's lesson for you?”“Yesterday's lesson in vanilla Bdsm, you mean?”Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Well, how did you like it?”“I like the blind folding and the bonding part. And the part where I absolutely did not beg you for relief.”“Did to.”She turned her lips downward. “Alas, I did. But I gave you a run for your money.”“I agree to that begrudgingly.” He faced her. “So you like that part?”She nodded, then launched forward and wrapped an hand round him from behind. “You're turning out to be worth the pay after all.”His mouth quirked up at the corner. “Fuck you, sweet.”“I would like that very much.”Surprised, he turned his head to face her. “Fucking? It's not making love.”“What's the difference?”“You tell me,” he challenged.“I'm a learner, remember?”He had to laugh. “Alright. I'll indulge you.”“Hmm.” She was draped over him like a coat.He maneuvered them so she was laying on him.“Where do I begin?”“Anywhere.”He cleared his throat and took the voice of
Up, down, up, down. She rose and lowered herself slowly as she rode him. Her legs were beginning to ache but she wouldn't stop. She would torment this man the way he had tormented her overnight.She had slept over in his place and had slept naked, meaning that she had been thoroughly ravished overnight. Tormented, she amended as she recalled him bringing her to the edge and then withdrawing.She had had to plead.It had also seemed that he had wanted to take as much as he could from her. Overnight had been different. Different from the previous times they had been together. This time, they'd seem like a couple. Beneath her, he groaned her name. “Jaaaaz, you're killing me.”“You will die a sweet, pleasurable death. ”“Witch.”“Socerer.”“Ah, fuck, Jaz.” He stretched out his hands and grabbed her hips, trying to pull her up. “Jaz, please, I don't want an orgasm now.”She clenched herself harder on top him.His entire body shuddered. “Don't start what you can't finish.”“Challenge acce
Jaz was acutely aware that their arrangement would end tomorrow. If he did, he gave no sign of it.It was the weekend and they were with their friends at the park. For a very particular reason, she was distracted, and she barely took part in their jibes and laughs.She wondered why she should feel this way when it was she who wanted the arrangement. Strictly business. And she'd achieved her aim. She'd orgasmed more than she ever had in the past few days, and she had learnt her sexual likes and dislikes, so why was she feeling down?“You okay, Jaz?” Fola, her best friend and Gabe's brother, asked.She yawned. “Yeah. I'm fine.”He walked over to her and engulfed her in a hug. “Just tell me if you want anything, okay? Or do you need anything taken care of.”She laughed. “What if I want to have you beat someone up for me?”“I would. If you actually ask for someone to be beaten up, then he or she deserves it.”“What if it's a girl?”“I'll bash her pretty face in. No one troubles my baby an
“So this week's a cap. Papa Gabe did a good job, so please leave your customer reviews. ”Jaz covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh. She hit him with a pen. “Stop it.”Gabe threw another grape lazily in his mouth. “It's serious, really. I need a customer review.”“Okay, so what do you want me to write in the notepad? The customer review or what I've learnt this week?”“Both, if you would be so kind. But let's start with what you've learnt.”“I learnt that—”“And when you're done writing it all down, I want you to tape it to the wall of your bedroom.”“Gabe!”“So any lucky bastard who gets to get to your bed knows them.”“What if he sees them and he ignores them?”“You just let me know.” Then because he hated that thought so much - of a man not listening to her - he turned to her with a frown in his brows. “Hey, look, Jaz, don't you ever go with an idiot who won't listen to you or try and get to know your wants and needs.” He flicked her ear to make her pay attention.“Hey!” She
He hated every damn one of them. From his stupid-as-fuck colleagues to his uppity-ass, stupid shit boss.Her especially.He hated her the most. With her narrow heels and expensive suits and her perfumes. She had a superior attitude too, never minding or caring about the fact that he worked his ass off for this company more than the others did.But no. He was the one she picked on the most. And he was tired and sick of it. Sometimes, he contemplated threatening her with a gun or perhaps blowing the company to ashes. He got a guy who could build the bomb, didn't he?He could blow the company up, blow every one of them up. It would serve them right. It would serve them right for maltreating him, serving them right for not knowing his worth and not valuing him the way they should.And he would show them — all of them. He would show them that he was worth fifty of their stupid asses. He had been a bank manager before, hadn't he? But he had been frame for a crime with a couple of others an
She threw a plank at him and it connected with the right side of his lips. He raised an hand to touch it and it came back wet and red.Blood.This bitch had drawn blood from him.With a curse and an angry roar, he launched himself at her and they were soon grappling.Within a few minutes, he had her pinned against a table, the soft round curve of her ass pressing snuggly against his groin.He groaned lowly. She wiggled.“You stay still, bitch,” he warned, “I'm gonna do as I please with you and there is no one to stop me, hear that?”“Bastard!”“Oh, don't be like that. I'm sure you will enjoy it.”He held on to her hands tightly as he shrugged her suit jacket off her shoulders.Then it was her shirt, then her skirt.He paused when he pull her panties away from her skin. They were red welts and marks on her bare bum. All over. Some were healing and some were still fresh.She gave a harsh bark of laughter from underneath him.“Shocked, you fucking bastard? Why don't you check out my bac
“Seriously, babe. I look fat and bloated,” said the wife to her husband. “I so do not like looking at me right now.”If looks could kill, Marilyn knew she would be dead two times over. Her husband, ex-marine sergeant Scott O'Neil, was definitely not looking at her in a playful manner.“Have you gone out of your mind?”“No,” she answered, giving the baby gentle pats to his bottom as it sucked at her breasts.“Then tell me why the hell you think I find you unattractive?”“I find me unattractive. ”“You need laser surgery.”“Scott!”“Don't you dare 'Scott' me.”He was genuinely mad, she thought as she watched his eyes.He continued his tirade, “Lemme ask you this?”“Okay.”“Do you have a tail growing out of your anus?”A second later, she burst into laughter. “Scott?”He leaned back up, away from her and said with a bitter twist to his mouth. “Yes. Laugh. Laugh all you want. A man's misery is funny to you. Why not?”“Seriously, Scott. I'm sorry, but what childbirth does to you is not fun
“Thank you for coming around again, Maya, ” said Loreta to the girl sitting on the couch. “I am so sorry you did not meet me the first time.”“That's okay.” assured Maya.“Lemme just change my clothes and we can get to the fitting.”“Sure,” Maya said, expecting for Loreta to go inside her bedroom to change. She managed not to gasp Loreta pulled off her top and unhooked her bra, freeing two huge breasts.Loreta tossed her bra on the floor and made her way over to Maya. She leaned over the shocked girl, her breast almost touching Maya's mouth. “Please don't mind me,” said Loreta. “I just need to reach for something.”But Loreta wanted more than that. She wanted to fuck Maya. The girl had always hold an allure over her and she knew Maya would be tasty.This time, Loreta shifted so her breast actually grazed Maya's mouth. Maya couldn't move because Loreta's hand was on the other side of her head, trapping her on the couch.Uncomfortable, she managed a small laugh and tried to make a joke
“NO!” Larissa yelled again and struggled to pull free from the witch holding her. “NO, Aleric! Don't drink it!” If he did, he would lose all of his memories and fall under their spells. She would no longer exist in his mind. He would be nothing but an animal made to kill."I'm waiting, Aleric," said Marcel in a sing-song voice. "Would you rather drink this or watch as your woman's skin melts off her face?"Aleric jerked at his chain. "Don't do this, Marcel.""It's all up to you now, dear Aleric. Drink, or she melts.""NO!" wept Larissa, but even as she spoke, he knew he had no choice. Already, he could see the tip of her hair in the fire, her face flushed and sweaty from the heat."I will drink,"Marcel smiled. "Making wise decisions, Aleric. Good man. You and I will have so much fun. Just like old times, "Before, Marcel reached him with the drink, Aleric locked eyes with his wife."I want a kiss with her,""What??" shrieked Oanez. "You're not in a position to bargain!""I want to
“Miss me?”Aleric struggled to get up from the floor but fell back each time.Marcel smiled as he watched the man at his feet. “I'm stronger now, faster. I can kill you right here right now and leave your carcass for the birds of the air to feed on,”Aleric ignored him and tried standing up again. Larissa. If Marcel knew that his wife was in the room....Marcel began to sniff the air. “I smell woman,”He kicked Aleric aside and stepped into the house.“Why, my lovely lady, Larissa.”She screamed.On weak legs, Aleric got up but was knocked back down by one of the men Marcel had brought to him.“It's me you want, Marcel. Leave her out of this!” Marcel turned to him. “I don't want only you, Aleric,” he started, then his voice went full pitch, “I want you and everyone you've ever crossed paths with! YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD!”It was almost difficult for him to draw breathe.“I - I had to, Marcel. I had to.”“Well, you should have made sure I stayed dead, Aleric.”He was getting weaker. His
Aleric stroked his wife's golden hair gently. "Did you miss me, my sweet?Larissa lifted her face from his chest and nuzzled softly as she snuggled closer to him. "Yes... yes, I missed you." Aleric laughed at her rare admission, his heart warming with affection. Larissa was a shy one, always reserved about her feelings or what she needed from him and to hear her confess almost made him shed tears of joy.He stroked her hair and kissed her face and said, "I missed you as well, my love." She whispered, "Very much?" she asked, and Aleric cast down his eyes at her. "Very much." He took her delicate face in his hands and planted a kiss on it. "My heart yearned for you during my stay at Matthew's. I almost couldn't render any help to my poor brother." Her eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him. "You silly man, so you abandoned Matthew to his fate and ran back home?" Aleric sighed in pretend regret. "Alas, I did," he replied, "but I don't regret it." She giggled, the sound like a chimi
Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly.Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips.Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted.Sex.A copulation of body and soul with her beloved.But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.How could she wait till then?Her remembering the last time they had been together wasn't helping matters as well.His fingers had been so skilful and deft, his mouth on her skin soft and seductive.She didn't know when her hands began to rub on her body, tracing lines across the skin on her neck.One of her hands found its way underneath her gown and pulled away her undergarments. One finger slide in between the folds of her warm, moist cunt and she shivered from the pleasure of it.She inserted another finger, then another and
“Oh, this big boy Alpha is not getting the best of me.” Kylie said and waved her hand to dismiss her warriors behind herShe was the beta of the moonstone pack, and she and her men had been on the hunt for a few rogues that had been causing chaos in packs over the country. It turns out that the Alpha of the Rising Gem pack, who was also her ex, was also on the hunt for them and now that one of the rogues had been caught in the borders of the two pack, the big bad Alpha of the Rising Gem pack wanted to dish out justice.No way.Kylie had promised her Alpha she would bring the rogue to their pack.Alpha Reed's nose flared as Kylie sauntered towards him, the sight of her lean, lithe body sending something straight to his cock.He grounded his teeth. He would put this overconfident bitch in her place.Kylie matched up to his face, smiled. “Dismiss your men, please. Or are you scared a girl will kick your ass?”With a raise of his hand, he dismissed his men. Kylie took one step closer. “I
From the minute he drove off, Zayed knew that he had no other option. There was nobody that would marry him on such notice, so he waited for her call. When he didn't get it three days later, he headed into the club and asked of her. Tania was pleasantly surprised when he requested her presence in a private room."Hello, your highness," she gave a little curtsey as she swung her hips in movement towards him. She was glad for the attire she wore, a simple but elegant dress that hinted at her finger and showed just a hint of skin tastefully.Zayed watched her smooth fluid movements with hooded eyes. When she took her seat beside him, he spoke,"Your call did not come.""Were you waiting for it, your highness?" she countered cheekily, eyes twinkling, dimple in her cheek. "Perhaps you do not need this agreement anymore,""We both do, your highness," As she spoke, she toyed with his opened shirt, occasionally making subtle contacts with his skin. It was a calculated move, a subtle remi
Zayed watched as the stripper wound herself round the pole seductively, but his mind was barely registering her. All he wanted to know was how he would get a bride in two weeks. Two. F*ck*ng. Week.Allah, he thought he had more time than this, but his father had fallen sick and had been told to leave the throne for someone younger because of his health. Naturally, his son, Zayed, had come to mind, but Zayed was single to stupor, and his cousin, Fazad, wasn't. Fazad's wedding was in two weeks, and he would be eligible to take the throne unless Zayed could produce a wife before then.So here he was. In the one place, he could relax - Mystique, the exquisite men's club. All around him were men of different calibre, their eyes fixed on the seductress in front.There was Antonio, the heir to the world's most deadly mafia organization, and Jackson, the son of the president of the United States of America. This was one of the very few places that could accommodate them both without war.He t
"I don't want to know how it happened. That man will have me to answer to for the rest of his life.""Caleb—""He will live the rest of his life looking over his shoulders for me..."The voice filtered through into her consciousness, and she opened her eyes to the brightness of a strange room.She managed to turn her head around to check out the room. There was an IV drip connected to her wrist, and her nose crinkled with the smell of antiseptic, making her stomach churn.She was in a hospital.Her body felt like lead, and her head pulsed in time with the steady beep of the heart monitor. "Ow," she croaked in pain as her head began to throb.The men talking at the door turned towards her suddenly at the same time - the movement synchronised and uncanny. One of them made his way towards her, eyes unsmiling."C-Caleb," she stammered."How do you feel?" he asked quietly when he got to her side."I'll get the doctor," said the other man at the door before exiting the room."Who's that?"
“W-what?” She stammered.His voice was levelled and calm as he said, “You heard me, Ireti. Touch yourself.”She tried but couldn't stop the trembling on her whole body. “W-with you watching?”“Yes,” he replied callously and raised his glass to his lips. “We are here because you agreed to my proposal, after all.”Silence — the kind that stretched and wrapped itself around you. “Do not waste my time, Iretiola. I'm waiting,”“Please don't make me do this,” she pleaded, now unable to stop the tears gathering in her eyes. “Why?”“I'll pay you back the money,”“When?”She didn't have a reply for that, so she said again, “Please,”She hated herself for that, but she said again, “Please,”She hated herself for begging and hated herself for the tears. Oh, this bastard would pay for the humiliation he was putting me through — pay a thousand times. She didn't know when she didn't know how, but she would make him pay.She forced herself to meet his eyes; he was staring at her body, a blank flat