Bailey: Independence #1 (22 page)

“No, we wouldn’t. That was the message she was supposed to give you,” he looked at her eyes and took a casual sniff. “You’re drunk. Did you drive here?”

“Ever the concerned husband,” she patted his cheek and casually sashayed into the room. “I have a driver outside waiting for me. So which one is she?” Full lips pouted as she looked around. “Quite a variety. Hardly from the high end climbers.”

“Good night, Belinda,” Gabriel took her arm and this time didn’t release her. He had her spun around and on the porch before she could protest. He gestured to an older man standing near a black vehicle. “You her driver? Take her back where she came from.” He ordered when the man nodded quickly.

Gabriel took her down the steps and up to the car.

“I don’t want to see you, Belinda. We’ve been divorced over ten years. We didn’t care about one another then and I sure as hell don’t care about you now. Good night,” he said firmly, striding back to the house and not looking over his shoulder when she let out a scream.

“Gabriel, are you all right?” Jeremy met him when the door opened, his gaze going to Emma and Bailey at the back of the room. “She’s not happy.”

“I’m sorry, Jeremy,” Gabriel ran one palm over his head and onto his neck. “I don’t know what’s going on with her or her sister.”

“I know you didn’t bring her or want her here,” Jeremy shook his head. “We’ve both seen women like that through the years. Suddenly we achieve something and we have leeches clinging like we were in the swamps in Florida. I’m locking down the doors and letting the valets know they’re now on guard duty. I’ll see you downstairs.”

Gabriel nodded and stared at Bailey laughing with Emma, Chelsea, Evan and Laurel. They were good, nice people and made her feel comfortable. Something the woman from his past wasn’t going to give her. He waited while others claimed their subs before stepping forward with Jeremy and lifting Bailey’s hand.

“Let’s walk, pet,” he carried her fingers to his lips and led her toward the lower level. “She wasn’t invited here, Bailey.”

“I know that,” but she felt that uncomfortable thump in her stomach.

“Do you trust me?” Relief flooded through him when her head came up, eyes immediately on his and his answer in her eyes. “I need that. More than I thought possible. But not just from anyone. From you.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, shoving the doubts aside and smiling at him. “Could I ask a favor, Sir?”

“You can always ask, pet,” he guided her down the curved, wide staircase, the room opening abruptly at the end and spreading from one end of the house to the other. He stepped off to the side, giving Bailey time to take in the open room. Bathrooms were clearly marked and there were three of them below level. Heavy wooden beams with additional support runners formed the beginnings of the personalized dungeon.

Gabriel loved watching her take in new things. He also realized how important the people he’d selected as his core friends in this lifestyle were to him and now to Bailey. They were selective, most together over two years but most importantly to him, while touching was permitted and helping with scenes, they did not advocate sharing their subs sexually.

He was far too possessive of Bailey for that, another thought that had struck him the instant another man or woman looked her over. Yes, there was pride that she was his, but there was the new sensation of ownership. He’d never experienced that with the other subs he’d played with through the years. But then, he’d never taken any of them to the place he lived before, either.

“Could we sit somewhere and kiss?” Bailey focused on the opening of his shirt, not looking up until his fingers came beneath her chin and forced their eyes to meet.

Gabriel offered a small smile and leaned down to kiss her. Softly capturing the flavor of the drink Emma had created. He loved the bow shape of her mouth, his tongue tracing her lower lip and pulling it between his teeth. He lifted his head and remembered the layout of the floor, he led her to the left and a small alcove of old fashioned cushioned sofas and chairs. A heat pit sat in the center, already prepared and glowing warmly.

He sat back and looked up at her.

“On my lap, Bailey.”

She started to slide onto his thighs when his head shook.

“Astride me, pet,” he gestured to her good knee. “Right here,” he patted his thighs. “I’ll hold you up, no weight on the knee.”

His laughter was warm, deeply amused when she worked to do what he said and then remembered what she wasn’t wearing.

“I…but I’m not…” she hastily looked behind her and felt the heat in her face.

“No delays, pet. No modesty. That ass is mine and if I want them to see how very fine it is, so be it,” the hard master tone was back and she moved almost without thinking. “Very nice. I think this might be a very good idea to begin our evening.”

He parted her thighs further and slid himself to the higher edge, her weight against him now and his palms caressing along her thighs to her center. Not only was she hot, she was slippery with her juices. His thumbs each stroked one side of her labia, pulling it wide and letting his nails graze over the swollen clit.

Bailey’s body gave a little shudder, her palms up and immediately on his face. Fingertips stroked along his jaw before she took the kiss she wanted. Over and over again until they were bother breathless.

“I never got to just neck when I was younger,” she breathed against his mouth, trialing her tongue along his jaw.

“What about the wild and reckless kid?”

“Oh, that was because of clubs and science lab and drama and theatre. Didn’t care about boys back then. They were immature and annoyingly predictable,” Bailey nipped at his ear. She rested her cheek against his temple, her fingers toying with the short, perfectly clipped bark brown strands.

“That does sum up teenaged boys,” he murmured, his palms slid beneath her dress to her ass. He squeezed and pulled her closer before letting one hand drift to his pocket. The tapping of the button made her not only jump, but he could feel it vibrating against his balls where she rested lightly.

Bailey groaned softly. She wondered if he had only indulged her because he felt guilty about his ex-wife showing up and she wondered how far she could push. Having his fingers on her right now would be so very nice.

She ranged her kisses back to his mouth, her tongue plunging inside his and stroking, teasing and taking the flavor that was Gabriel. She groaned into his mouth when his palm slipped to her pussy, sliding two fingers inside and stroking.

“Sir…please…”

Ten minutes of kissing and feeling up his sub had made it damn impossible to be comfortable. Everything about her went straight to his cock and it was letting him know in no uncertain terms that it wanted relief. The sooner the better.

“Do you want an orgasm, pet?”

“Oh, god, Sir…yes…please,” she whimpered her hips thrusting against his fingers as the vibrations echoed and rippled inside her ass. She had no idea the nerves endings he’d aroused would feel so incredible.

“Up,” he ordered, lifting her carefully and setting her on her feet. He shoved the wince aside and stood up, spying what he wanted and bringing the solid wooden high backed chair a few feet from the sofa. “Face the chair, Bailey. Hands on the high back.”

Gabriel moved behind her, positioning one leg to the side.

“Put your good knee on the seat,” he ordered raggedly, his hands hastily opening his slacks. He quickly had a condom on and let his hands run up the insides of her thighs, spreading them a little more. “Beautiful, pet…just beautiful…”

Bailey held onto the chair when she felt his cock nudging against her opening. He slid forward, dragging his cock against her clit and making her hands tighten, her breathing quickened and her pussy clenched down hard. Waiting. Demanding and twitching when he repeated the action several times before shifting just enough to slam his body hotly into hers in one long, hard shove.

Bailey’s head went back, her mouth open gasping for air and pussy clenching hungrily at the invader.

“Come for me, Bailey,” he ordered softly, just for her ears. He gripped her hips and thrust hard and fast. “Watch the scenes being played out, pet. Choose one for you. Because when I’m finished with you, we’re playing until I hear you scream again.”

When his hand slipped beneath her and he raked his nails over her exposed clit, her body shattered, slipping away from her in the white hot pleasure. All her senses jumped into the middle; waves of ecstasy crashing and regrouping. She knew she called him by name. She heard the echo and knew people might have looked at them. But when the second wave began as Gabriel ground against her, holding her firmly in place while his cock jumped and spit, she realized she really didn’t care about her surroundings.

Her head had fallen forward, the vibrating inside her stopped and slowly, her breathing was returning to normal. She was grateful for the support of the chair because her legs were shaking and her attention scattered. Gabriel had withdrawn, cleaned himself and returned to help her back onto the sofa on his lap.

“I think kissing was a good idea,” he whispered, gently taking her mouth as she cuddled against him. “Did you decide, pet?”

Oh, god, he wants me to think now. She tried pulling the vision of the various pieces of equipment out there and knew she was running out of time.

“Like before…the night we met,” she said quickly. “But…but with the cross,” she exhaled raggedly, her breathing already back above normal just thinking about what he’d done the first night they were together.

“Hmm…I did like that a great deal,” he nodded, one palm stroking through the copper curls as he looked around at the stations already being used. Jeremy had used high quality and reputable people to build his dungeon, just as Gabriel had and the St. Andrews Cross was nicely solid and with a leather coated center pad. He looked down at her, the flush in her cheeks deepening. “Why that one, pet?”

Oh, god, more tests
. “I…”

“Because it’s the only one you remember?” He teased with a crooked grin, laughing when she nodded.

“Well, I do remember the other, though it’s built slightly differently than yours,” she looked toward the two different styles of spanking benches.

“You get points for honesty,” he whispered seconds before his master voice returned. “Stand up, Bailey,” he helped her to her feet. “Face the room.”

The fluttering began in her stomach.

“Remove your dress,” Gabriel leaned back on the sofa, watching. She was easily limber enough to lower the zipper. “Eyes front, Bailey. Let the dress fall to the floor. Leave the shoes. Step out of the dress.”

He leaned forward and lifted it from the floor, laying it beside him on the sofa.

“Feet apart,” he waited. “More.” Her compliance was becoming easier for her. “Perfect. Bend forward at the waist, hands on the floor. Beautiful,” he leaned back again, leaving her in the red corset and heels, bent at the waist and exposed to him completely. “I’m slightly conflicted,” he said with a mock tone of seriousness. His hand was up and he gestured to Will. “What do you think, Will? With or without the anal decoration?”

Gabriel heard Bailey groan and try and twitch. He saw the muscles of her thighs and sex constrict, the soft glistening of moisture slipping from her.

“Where are you going to display her?” Will walked casually around her. “May I?”

“Please. She’s an incredibly enjoyable little sub and I’ll share to an extent,” Gabriel saw her tense when the strange palm came across her exposed behind. “I am partial to that corset, though.”

“I can see why. I’ll have to get the maker’s name for Elizabeth. I’d love to see her in one done in black and pearls,” Will nodded at the red beads dotting the fitted corset. “I suppose it depends, Gabe. Does she enjoy the plug? I like the little dangling jewel on it. Cute.”

“Well, let’s see,” Gabriel brought the small remote out and tapped the button, half expecting Bailey to jolt upright. His pleasure mounted when she simply stretched out her fingers and held perfectly still. But he still heard the lowest of moans from her.

“I’d say that was enjoyment,” Will chuckled. “It does look pretty there.”

“Hmm…thanks. It’ll stay.” Gabriel stood up, slipping the remote into his pocket. “Let’s go, pet, I’m of a mood to see you on display.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Bailey was grateful for the music. Although she did discover that not paying attention earned her five swats and while her master was feeling mellow, he was not feeling lenient. She was stretched out over the thick almost comfortable leather covered X. Arms slightly out and above her shoulders, legs spread and wide.

Okay, maybe a little bit of nerves when he placed the blindfold over her eyes and told her no matter what she feels, do not move. The whimper in her throat was low and hummed all the way to her pussy when she felt the fingers spreading her cheeks. Another set of fingers tapped the plug. Conversations went on around her, some complimenting Gabriel. Most about clearly normal, even boring chatter about world events and local happenings and business and work and that’s when she sought the music and lost herself for a time.

It was like he knew, though, she thought when the buzzing began inside her. She thrust her hips against the leather, seeking something to push her clit against. Gabriel saw her movements and moved next to her ear, making her body completely come to a stop.