A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) (25 page)

I hear his heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor behind me, approaching at a leisurely pace. The panic rises in my throat as I feel him coming near, his overwhelming presence eclipsing everything else. He saunters past me, to the hat rack by the door, shrugging off his black jacket and placing it on a hook. He ambles back over, circling about my kneeling form like a wolf would its prey, until he stands before me, thighs inches from my hanging face.

“Look at me, Gabrielle.” My head slowly tilts up, and he’s staring down at me with a cool gaze, lips in a tight, straight line. “Why am I doing this, Gabrielle?”

You get some weird kick out of it? Or just enjoy torturing me.

“To punish me.”

“Why am I punishing you, Gabrielle?”

“Because I was a bad girl, I broke into your private space.”

“What else, Gabrielle? What else did you do?

“I didn’t trust you.”

“Good girl,” he commends. “Now, remove my pants.”

I freeze, staring at him with a confused look on my face. “I thought…”

“You aren’t to think, Gabrielle. You are to do as I tell you, nothing more.” My trembling fingers clumsily unclasp his belt and pull down the fly, allowing his trousers to fall around his ankles. “You know what to do next.”

He gestures toward his underwear-clad package, bulging from his overt arousal. I slide my fingers into the waistband and yank them down, causing his hefty length to fall out and land on my face. I go in to grab it, opening my mouth for his entry, but, instead, he firmly grasps it in his palm and traces the plump head across my lips. I open them again, ready for him, but he moves away before I can.

What the fuck?

“No, no…You are to keep your hands and mouth to yourself.”

“Ok,” I reply, but you can hear the hurt and confusion in my voice.

“Ok…? Is that any way to address your Dom?” he inquires, dissatisfied with my lackluster response.

“Yes, Mr. Hunt.” I correct myself, perking up my voice.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, slightly cold in tone.

He continues to run the hard tip of his cock across my face, occasionally teasing it over my lips. I lick them and taste the sweetness of his cum on my tongue. It only heightens my need to ravage his cock.

He holds the head in front of my lips. “Kiss it,” he orders.

I whimper as everything in me clenches and shakes. I tenderly place my lips on the very tip, desperate for more, but I do as instructed.

A devilish grin sweeps across his mouth, and he takes a large step backwards, still grasping himself in his hand. My hand reaches out momentarily, but I lie it back in my lap, clamping it tightly with the other in an attempt to follow orders. He begins to sluggishly stroke, working from the base to the head and back again.

He’s teasing me! He’s actually fucking teasing me! He knows how much I hate being denied, and he’s using it against me! Bastard!

My eyes grow large, and my mouth drops open, gaping with astonishment at this sexual, virile creature taking pleasure in himself. I’m thrilled, upset, aroused, and confused. It’s like I’m a kid on Christmas morning, except my parents just told me I couldn’t open any of the presents.

He continues to taunt me, playing with the thing I want more than anything. I find myself becoming frustrated
,
biting on my lip just to control myself.
I told you.
The voice in my head gloats.
Who the hell asked you?

He lets out a slow, seductive chortle, seeing right through me and my need, getting amusement out of my aching frustration. He goes at his thick shaft, giving himself pleasure, taking pleasure in my torment, while I watch helplessly. His breathing picks up, and his mouth goes slack as he builds himself up.

My heart is hysterically thumping and my skin tingles with desire. My thighs are soaked in my arousal. The overwhelming need to grab at him and take what’s mine tingles through me, but I know my attempts would be foiled, and my punishment would be far worse.

“Stand up and take off your panties,” he orders in a husky tone, stressed and breathy from his exertion.

My eyes shoot up to his, with a mixture of excitement and shock. I jump up and remove my lace panties from under my dress. “Hand them to me.”

I give them over without hesitation. He palms them, still going at that glorious cock.

“I want you to walk over to my desk, bend over, and lift your skirt for me.” I turn around and stand at his desk, bending over it and revealing my bare ass to him. “Spread your legs for me, Gabrielle. Let me see that supple ass and delectable cunt.”

I open my legs and wait, anticipating that moment when he finally gives himself to me. But, he never comes. I turn my head to see what’s happening and find him releasing hard into my underwear.

Kinky bastard.

He pulls up his pants, fastens his belt, and walks over to me at the desk, leaning over me with his hand next to mine. “What have you learned, Gabrielle?”

Never to trust you with my panties.

“To trust you,” I pant. I’m fucking panting like a dog.

“Good girl…Now, go take a cold shower.” He tosses my panties on the desk in front of me and walks out of the room, never saying another word.

I
’m rinsing myself off, going over what just occurred and how I feel about it. I know it was wrong of me to snoop through his things, but I also had a right to know this was happening. However, he had his reasons for keeping this from me. I don’t know how to react to the information I’ve just learned as an array of thoughts and emotions clutter my head.

I want to know more about it, but I want to apologize for my actions first, and I know just how to do it. I turn off the water and grab a towel, wrapping it around me as I walk out of the bathroom. I head to his office and discover him sitting with his back to the door, facing the floor to ceiling view of West San Fran. He’s on the phone, but it doesn’t sound private. I hesitate for a moment.

Maybe I shouldn’t…the hell with it!

I walk into his study, tossing my towel on my way to his desk. I stride around it, walking directly in front of him and drop to my knees. He watches me with curious eyes, listening to the person on the other end.

“Yeah,” he replies, “that sounds good.”

I gaze up at him lustfully and place my hands on his knees, squeezing and running them up his muscular thighs to his fly. I nimbly rip it open, thrusting my hand inside and grasping him in my palm. A rush comes over me when I find he’s already hard.

His eyes become heavy, shutting as he rolls his head back.

“Sure,” he continues his conversation, “I think we can arrange that, but it will take us some time.”

I pull his thick, lengthy dick out and attack it, licking and kissing it, sucking and stroking it. He lets out a long breath, placing his hand on the back of my head and grasping my hair.

“I’ll give you the details…Monday.” I’m affecting him and it drives my need to please further. “Yeah, talk to you, then.”

He hangs up the phone and sets his other hand on the back of my neck, moaning when I take him deep. He yanks on my hair, hauling me off him and staring me in the eyes. He thrusts his hands under my arms and lifts me up onto his lap with my legs dangling over both armrests. He shifts under me, aligning himself with my tight opening, and I drop onto him, planting my hands behind me on his thighs for balance. He fills me up and I feel relief wash over me in thick waves.

With his large hands about my waist, he sets our pace, savagely bucking and bouncing me onto him. My head flies back as he takes me hard, fucking me like never before. It’s primal and messy and oh-so-good.

“Oh, fuck,” he calls out, grabbing me tightly and rising, kicking the chair out of his way as he turns around to lie me on his desk. Finally, fulfilling my fantasy, he fucks me ruthlessly on his desk while my ass hangs over the edge. He clasps onto my knees, lifting and spreading me open for him.

“Ah,” I moan out, arcing my back and raising my hips. I’m climbing higher, tensing around his cock as it relentlessly pulverizes me, pumping into me over and over, again and again, never stopping, never slowing. That’s all I can take. I coil tight before erupting around him, screaming out his name and clawing desperately at him. He follows, releasing my legs and collapsing on me.

“Oh, thank god,” he breathes into my ear while I spasm under him.

“So,” I say breathlessly, with my grinning face buried in his hair, “I’ll take this as you accepting my apology.”

He chuckles loudly, lifting his head up to look into my eyes.

“Yes, your apology is most definitely accepted.” He places his hands on the sides of my face and plants his firm lips on mine, kissing me until I’m spinning.

Never Say Lie

A
fter we get dressed, Hunt in only sweatpants and me in my white silk robe, we head down to the kitchen to prep dinner. Hunt gathers the ingredients while I begin chopping veggies and seasoning the meat.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, placing spices on the island.

“What do you mean?” I pause and look at him.

“About your punishment?” he clarifies.

“Oh,” I mutter, continuing with my chopping. “I don’t enjoy being deprived of you, but that’s why it’s punishment.”

“Yes, this is true…Do you understand why I chose that form of discipline?”

“Is it because I receive pleasure from spankings?”

“Yes, partially, but punishment comes in all forms, Gabrielle, not just physical.”

“I’m starting to understand that,” I reply, stopping my task at hand and staring up at him

“I knew that it was the one form of punishment that would drive my point home.” He walks over to the glass-front fridge and grabs the meat, placing it on the counter. He grabs the seasonings and starts adding the spices.

“But…” I trail off, unsure if I should say anything.

“What, Elle?” He glances at me inquisitively, with genuine concern in his eyes.

“But, how can you expect me to trust you fully, if you keep things from me? That’s deceitful and untrustworthy.”

He places the salt down on the counter and leans in. “Gabrielle, do you trust that I know what’s best for you? Do you trust I can handle anything that gets in our path, or that I would never put you in harm’s way?”

“That’s not the point, Damian,” I sigh out. “Yes, I trust you can protect me. Yes, I trust you can handle things. Yes, I trust you will never let harm come to me. However, I don’t think you should keep secrets from me. If you want my full trust, you must give me complete honesty. Simple.”

“Gabrielle…” He gives me a look, as if he wants to tell me everything, but I can see him struggling with himself.

“Don’t ‘
Gabrielle
’ me.” I thrust my hands on my hips. “How can you expect honesty from me, when you can’t do the same for me?”

“I want your trust more than anything, angel. You know that.” The pain in his brilliant emerald eyes makes my heart break. He’s so conflicted. He wants to please me so much, but his need to protect me from the world keeps him from truly opening up to me.

I reach my hand over the island and gently set it on his hand, gripping onto it. “Well, then start earning it by being truthful about what’s been happening lately.”

He takes a long, deep breath, shutting his eyes, and asks, “What do you want to know?”

“You’ll answer anything I ask?” I can’t keep the excitement out of my voice.

His eyes open, giving me an I-said-I-would look.

“I will do my best,” he sighs out.

A huge smile washes over my lips and I walk over to him on the other side of the island, wrapping my arms about his waist and lying my head on his wide back. “Was it Dante that broke into my apartment?”

He nods his head. “Yes, I believe it was.”

“Did he take anything?”

“We still don’t know yet. The damage is just too extensive, but it’s highly likely that he did.”

“When I told you I wanted my things moved, that’s not what I meant.” I glimpse back at him and notice his kinked smirk, but the confliction in his eyes remains. “Are these calls you’ve been receiving about him?”

“Yes, most are.” I can hear the reluctance in his voice. I want to stop prying, but I have to know what’s going on. I pull away from him and he turns to me, leaning on the counter.

“Do you have any clue where he might be hiding?”

“No. If I did, we would’ve had him by now,” he responds with unconcealed disappointment.

“What about Olivia’s home?”

“That was the second place we checked after his place of course.”

“Do you believe she has any ties to him now?”

“She may. But, we’ve been watching her the past several months and haven’t found any evidence of it.”

“Why do you think he attacked me when he did? I mean, why, after all these years of stalking me, would he come for me now?”