A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) (40 page)

I roll back my shoulders, straighten my back, and widen my stance.

“If I remember correctly, you’ve kissed more than your share of men while you were with me…I didn’t kiss her or fuck her, and I wasn’t about to allow her to do so. Have I ever done anything to make you not trust me with other women?”

She deflates, her shoulders sinking and her arms falling to her sides. “Oh god, you’re right,” she murmurs as clarity and regret washes over her face. “I’m taking my mistrust and rage out on you when it’s her I feel it towards…I’m so sorry, Damian.”

I walk over to her by the couch and take her into my arms, cradling her close to me.

“You have no reason to apologize.” I pet the back of her head, resting my chin atop it. “You shouldn’t trust her and you should be upset. I just want you to see that I love you, and I would never do anything intentionally to hurt you. I agree that I could have handled her with a firmer hand, so to speak. I suppose I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I was wrong, and I never intend to be again when it comes to her.”

She clings her arms about my waist and holds me tightly, sighing as she relaxes into me, satisfied.

***

W
e met friends and family at Hunt’s restaurant, The Bridge, named after its spectacular view of the Golden Gate and bay. They’re going to cater the wedding, as the head chef, Vincent Valentine, is one of the best in San Francisco. We were doing a tasting of the specially planned, three-course dinner and the wine selected to accompany it. Everything was simply superb and practically melted in your mouth.

The wine made me brave and very frisky. I kept placing my hand on his thigh and moving it up to his twitching package. He would rub my hand and knuckle before setting it back in my lap and giving me a reprimanding side-glance. It deterred me momentarily, but, in my tipsy and very randy state, I wasn’t about to give up.

Finally, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “Are you trying to test me, Gabrielle Hyde?” He plants his hand on my thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. “You’re making it extremely difficult for me to focus on our present company. If you don’t cease this behavior, I will punish you right here. Do you want me to make you cum in front of everyone, Gabrielle?”

That’s when I remembered, I was wearing the vibrating, black lace panties at his request. That was all it took. I was on my best behavior after that, though, I felt antsy and eager. I fought my urge to jump into my soon-to-be husband’s lap and put on a show for our guests.

After dinner, and a few too many glasses of delicious wine, Hunt and I head home, with Liam driving. We sit in the back, my legs flung over his lap and my head resting on his shoulder. He tickles my leg with the gentlest of touches, putting me at ease and leaving me totally aroused.

When I lift my head, visually locating where we are and how far we are from home, I realize that we’re headed the wrong way. We’re driving toward the bay.
Why are we going there?
Right then, Liam pulls up to a long, empty pier, except for some lights and a few benches lining the sides. Before I have a chance to ask what the hell we are doing, Liam parks and Hunt jumps out to open my door for me. He holds out his hand and smirks down at me with a devilish grin and a secretive gleam in his emerald eyes.

“Why…”

“No questions…only trust.”

I smirk up at him and nod my head. “Yes, Mr. Hunt.”

I take his hand, and we leisurely stroll down the pier. I love the feeling of the cool breeze from the bay wafting over me. It’s a nice relief from the warmer July weather.

“Thank you, Miss Hyde, for being so accommodating.”

I sigh. “I’m going to miss you calling me that.”

He nods in agreement. “Yes, I will, too,” he says in an almost mournful way, but perks up. “But, I could always use it when you’ve been a very naughty girl.”

“I’m never naughty,” I playfully joke, with a fake appalled look on my face. “I’m a perfect angel.”

He laughs so hard it seems to echo over the bay. His head flies back and his mouth is wide. When he tilts his head forward, he wipes a single tear from his eye. “We both know that is far from true, Miss Hyde.”

“Would you want me any other way?”

He halts and turns to me, grasping onto my arms and pulling me into him. “No, never. I love that fight in you, Gabrielle. It’s what first attracted me to you. I saw it burning in you. It’s what makes you submitting to me so satisfying…I receive no pleasure in bringing the weak to their knees, as there’s no challenge when they’re already there.”

He smashes his lips onto mine, attacking them with the same fire that burns within him. He clasps the back of my head, crashing me further onto him until it stings and my breath is robbed from my lungs. When he lets go, we’re both gasping for air, as if we’d just come up from the depths of the bay’s black waters.

“I want you to take off your panties and put them in your purse.”

It’s late at night, and I know no one is around, but I want so desperately to hesitate and survey the area around us. However, the idea excites me, and I remind myself…
Only trust
.

“Yes, Mr. Hunt.”

“That’s my girl.” He takes off his coat and blocks me from the street’s view, using his body to block me the opposite way. I smirk up at him and hike up my skirt about my waist, revealing my black lace panties to him. I slide my fingers down my hips, taking them to my ankles in one graceful sweep of my hands, and step out of them. I place my hand on his wide chest for balance, and I think he’s enjoying the show because I hear him moan. When I glance up at him, he’s licking his lips and his eyes are dark.

I stand there for a moment, with my skirt gathered up past my very naked and freshly maintained V.

“Now, I want you to take off your dress.”

“Really?” I squeak out.

“Did I seem like I was kidding, Miss Hyde?” His voice is steady, expressionless, asserting his role as my Dom.

“No, sir, you didn’t, but…”

“Miss Hyde, I ask for you to trust me…Have I ever given you any reason not to?”

“No,” I reply, clearly still nervous.

“Gabrielle, I promise you, no one can see you. You are completely blocked…Trust me.”

I gather up the hem of my dress and lift it over my head, tossing it on the ground. I know what’s coming next.

“Now, you may remove your bra,” he orders soberly.

I reach about and unclasp it hastily, dropping it on my dress. Hunt sets his trench coat on my shoulders and I slide my arms through while he closes it and ties the strap into a knot.

“Always the gentleman,” I say sarcastically.

“Wouldn’t want it catching a cold,” he retorts quickly, with a wicked, kinked smirk and a raised brow.

Now I’m the one laughing uproariously. “Did you just make a funny, Mr. Hunt?”

“It would appear so, Miss Hyde.”

I fall into him, wrapping my arms about his neck, and pucker my lips. He leans in and softly pecks me on the kisser then bends down to collect my things, shoving them into my bag. He hooks his arm, offering me an elbow for balance, and I take it gratefully. He leads us to the end of the long boardwalk, arms linked and bodies close. I stand at the railing, peering out over the black water. He comes up behind me and presses his warm body into my back, setting his hands on the rails just outside of mine.

He leans his face next to my ear and whispers, “You look fucking delectable tonight. I found it nearly impossible to keep my hands off you at the dinner table.”

He raises the bottom of the coat and places his hand on the back of my stocking-clad thigh, lightly gliding it up. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck you with everyone in the room right next to us, against the wall, panties shoved deep in your mouth. Does that turn you on, Gabrielle?”

“Yes,” I whimper with a breathy voice. My chest is heaving and my head is light.

He hooks his finger about the edge of the opening in the jacket and yanks it open, exposing me to the night air. “Does public sex turn you on, Gabrielle?”

“Yes,” I moan, nodding my head in a sexual daze, “you know it does.”

He reaches his hand about my hip and cups me firmly in his palm, using his middle finger to trace my moist lips. “Do you want me to fuck you, Gabrielle, right here, right now?”

“Please,” I beg. “Oh, please, take me now.” I push my rear back into his hard cock and grind, desperate to have him, to feel him inside me.

“No, I don’t think I will,” he replies and slaps me on the ass before pulling away from me. I shut the jacket and turn back to him with an angry glare.

“Why the hell not?”

“I enjoy the anticipation…Besides, after tonight in the restaurant, I realize you need to learn patience and restraint, angel.” I cross my arms and stare up at him hurt. “I’m not doing this to punish or hurt you, Gabrielle, this is a lesson. I asked you to trust me, and you said you would…Now, come, let’s go home.”

He extends his hand out to me, but I hesitate and continue to stare up at him.

“Gabrielle, be a good girl,” he gently warns, and I oblige reluctantly. He takes my hand in his and guides me back toward the car in silence.

Little Surprises, Big Decisions

O
nce we make it home, I’ve had time to think about my actions and his lesson, and I’m not so upset anymore. However, I feel utterly exhausted from the long, hectic day. I just want to crawl into bed without taking so much as a single stitch off, but Hunt has other plans in mind. He sits me on the bed and heads into the bathroom to draw me a bath. I fall back onto the bed and moan at the softness of the mattress and comforter.

He comes back out a moment later, naked, and picks me back up, so I’m sitting at the edge, then proceeds to take off my extremely high heels. Next, he takes off the jacket, untying the strap and pushing it off my shoulders. He kneels before me and slowly peels my stockings down my legs, one at a time. Then, in true Hunt fashion, he leans in and kisses me just above my slit, causing me to moan and squirm.

He rises and lifts my weak body into his arms, carrying me into the pristinely white bathroom to the sunken tub, filled with warm, lavender-scented water. He walks us in, sinking our bodies below the surface of the bubbling water, and then sits us on the bench. He faces me away from him between his legs and begins massaging my shoulders with liquid soap.

I sink back into him, resting my head on his broad shoulder, and sigh as my body goes totally limp.

“How does that feel, angel?” he purrs into my ear.

“Heavenly,” I reply with a pleased groan. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, gorgeous.” He kisses my temple tenderly.

I turn about to face him, sitting across his lap while he cradles his arms about me. “I’m sorry about my persistent behavior earlier. I suppose I was a bit tipsy and I acted on impulse.”

He gently moves loose strands away from my face, tucking them behind my ear. “I know you are, angel. I appreciate your acknowledgement of earlier. I hope you aren’t still upset with me about the pier.”

“No, not really, but it still sucks.” I pout.

“What sucks?” he chuckles.

“Being denied of you, the lesson of patience and restraint. I understand why you’re doing it, but it just…”

“Sucks. Yes, I agree, it does suck,” he says, nodding his head. “But, it is a valuable lesson to learn. It will not only help you in becoming my sub, but in the real world as well. I only wish to guide you, Gabrielle.”

“That’s an interesting choice of words, Mr. Hunt.” My lips pucker and a single brow pops up.

“Why are they so interesting, Miss Hyde?” He mocks my facial expression, and I giggle, amused by this rarer peek at the lighter side of Hunt.

“Because whatever this is,” I rapidly motion my pointer finger between him and I, “whatever world we are in now is anything but real. It’s a fantasy.”

The amused look on his face falls away and it’s replaced with a sorrowful frown. “I’m not a fantasy, angel, I’m real.”

I place my hand on his chest, attempting to comfort him. “It doesn’t feel that way sometimes. It always feels like I’m about to wake from some fantastic dream, drifting between awake and asleep.”

“I can assure you, you are very much awake, and I’m most certainly real.” He sweeps his thumb across my cheek, wiping away splattered, soapy suds.

“Speaking of unbelievable realities,” I perk up, wrapping my arms about his neck, “in less than a week, I’m going to be Mrs. Gabrielle Hunt.”

“You aren’t afraid, are you?” He has that panicked look in his eyes, like the night I left.

I shake my head quickly and smile broadly. “No, I’m impatient and excited. It’s a big change, but I want it…What about you?”

He places his large hand on the back of my head and grasps onto the wet, tangled strands, staring intensely into my eyes. “I’m ready for this. I can’t wait for you to be my bride, my wife. I just get nervous about your reaction to all of it. I couldn’t stand it if you…”

My grip about his neck tightens and I stare him square in the eyes. “Damian, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve told you this over and over. I only left because I thought I had to. Come Saturday evening, I will be Mrs. Damian Nathaniel Hunt.”