Bound to the Fallen (Prophecy #2) (52 page)

Brooke

September 12, 2014

I walked out of the kitchen and sat next to Gavin on the couch. His eyes were locked on the television as he reached over and lightly grabbed my thigh. Leaning over to give me, he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I sat there, contemplating bringing the topic up with him. I was terrified that I’d taken things the wrong way, and that he’d get completely freaked out. Maybe the entire BDSM thing is why he didn’t like Amy.

“Babe?” I hoped the nervousness in my voice wasn’t as evident to him as it was to me.

He faced me and a slight smile crept across his face. “Hmmm?”

I inhaled a quick breath. “You know, there’s
, uh — I’ve been reading this —” I stopped. I could feel my heart thrashing in my chest. I couldn’t believe I was about to suggest such a taboo topic. It’s completely one thing to read about it, but another to ask your boyfriend how he’d feel about exploring it with you. I knew part of me just wanted to see his reaction because I had started to think that maybe this was the “dark side” of him he couldn’t bring himself to tell me about. That topic hadn’t reared its ugly head since the beach and the curiosity was eating me up.

“What is it, love?” Gavin’s smile made my heart skip slightly. His eyes narrowed and he
brought a hand up to my cheek, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin. “What?” he asked.

“You know when you tied me up out on the boat?” I timidly said. His eyes went blank
. “You asked me if I liked it rough,” I said.

“
Mm-hmmm.” he replied slowly. Gavin stared at me, his expression still completely unreadable.

Tracing
a finger lightly up his arm, I confessed, “Well, I do.” I felt a warmth rush over my cheeks. “I like it.”

“You do?” He paused and pulled away from me, studying me as his eyes shifted back and forth between mine.

“Mm-hmmm.” I drew my bottom lip in ever so slightly and tried to read what was going through his mind.

“I see.” His head tilted slightly to the left. He sat silently for what seemed like an eternity. I was so terrified of what he was thinking.

Gavin brought his face close to mine and whispered, “You want me to be rough with you?” I saw a twinge of utter excitement and hesitation in his eyes.

“I want to try it.” I stopped momentarily trying to decide how much to tell him. “It turned me on, the way you were acting that night.” I swallowed. “S
o controlling, so rough, and I just —”

A crooked smile formed on Gavin’s lips and he interrupted my stammering. “You’re curious, huh?”

Nodding, I winced slightly. I felt a morsel of nausea rise within my stomach as he continued to stare silently at me.

He inhaled and cast
his eyes upward as his tongue slithered across his lips, wetting them. “I do want to please you,” he said and took another long breath, this time through his nose. “I’m not so sure you know what you’re asking me to do.” He gripped my chin lightly with his fingers. “Do you
understand
what you’re asking me to do?”

I was slightly baffled by his question but nodded my head anyway.

Smiling lovingly, he whispered, “No, you don’t. Love, you don’t want this.” He paused and turned his head to the side. His eyes glanced toward the floor, a hint of a groan coming from him as he sighed again. “You don’t — do you?” His eyes narrowed as he looked into mine, trying to understand my request.

“Yes, I think so.” I watched him and something about his demeanor seemed defeated.

He kissed me gently, tenderly, fervently and abruptly pulled away. “I told you—” he paused and flipped the television off. “There are things you don’t know about me.” Ripping his black t-shirt over his head, he tossed it across the room. “Remember?”

I stared at him, now almost certain that he was indeed into this stuff, but I had no clue exactly how deep into it he may be. A small wave of fear stumbled across my body
when he rose from the white leather couch. His demeanor seemed to change instantaneously as he walked to his kitchen and turned music on. His posture immediately became commanding.

Gavin
came back into the living room and snatched his belt through the loops of his jeans. He stared coldly at me with a fire rising behind his eyes. I felt like he’d been waiting on me to ask him to do this with me.

“Sexy song,” I said nervously a
nd I sat up on his leather couch, inadvertently backing away from him as he stalked toward me. My nerves hadn’t been so wound up since the time I’d entered that hotel room in Boston.

“
Adrenalizer,
by In This Moment,” he said as he methodically laid his belt across his coffee table. He ran his hands through his hair, dropping his jeans to his feet and stepping out of them. He kicked them to the side. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

He ever so slowly came
closer to me, his eyes set on mine, the intensity behind them growing with each step.

“Stand up,” he said loudly. The hard rhythm of the music beat through my chest and I found myself rising immediately at his command.

“Good.” He paused and his eyes focused on my breasts. “Take off your shirt.”

Reaching
down, I fumbled to quickly pull my shirt over my chest. The way he was instructing me turned me on so deeply. His words…

Gavin shook his head. “Slower. Pull
it off s
lowly
.” His voice was deep and stern. His eyes were so dark and menacing, they almost didn’t seem human. They seemed endless, timeless…

I obeyed and lifted my sh
irt slowly over my head, holding it loosely in my hands as my eyes locked onto his.

Pointing down to the floor, he said,
“Drop it.”

I released my hold on the material and stood in front of him.

“Now, take your pants off.” Gavin rolled his lip, and then wet it slowly with his tongue.

I pulled my pants off and walked toward him.

“No,” he growled. “I didn’t tell you to come to me.
Don’t
take another step.”

I halted abruptly.
My heart banged against my sternum, echoing in my ears. It was racing from arousal and from the fear of what beast I’d just unleashed.

He approached me; his predatory, primal, savage glare locked onto me as he grabbed me by my hair. He yanked my head back and pre
ssed his tongue to my neck. Licking up its side, he reached around to unfasten my bra. He unhooked the small clasp, but he didn’t remove it. Gavin pressed his body against mine, and I could feel his erection push against my stomach. I reached my hand down to touch him and he quickly seized my wrist.

“No
.” Forcing my arm back down to my side, he hissed, “You don’t move unless I tell you, understood?”

My voice caught and I tried to nod my head in agreement, but he had such a tight grip on my hair I couldn’t move my head. “Understood,” I managed to whisper through my suddenly dry lips.

Gavin placed his hands on my hips and ran his finger along the side of my panties. He moved his body away from me and my bra fell to the floor. Pulling my panties down, he slowly rose back up. His hands ran up the back of me and stopped at my ass. He smacked it hard with his palm, closing his eyes as a deep groan rushed from his lips. My eyes slammed shut as the sting from his hand ran through my body.

Gavin’s face was inches in front of mine, and his eyes stared deep into mine. He grabbed my breasts, clenching their fullness within his large hands.

Inhaling deeply, he told me, “You belong to me.”   

His lips pressed hard against mine, and his tongue lashed deep inside my mouth as his hands left my breasts and grasped at my face.
Pressing his thumb hard against my jaw, he rubbed my skin. “Tell me you’re mine,” he panted against my lips.

I drew in a quick breath
and the sensation of arousal scorched over my body, covering it in a heat of need, of desire for this man that stood before me, manipulating me to his whim. “I’m yours,” I breathed into his ear.

His hand left my jawline and ran swiftly down my neck, down between my breast, down my stomach
and between my legs, possessively gripping, groping, and squeezing every inch of my body. He forcefully grabbed between my legs with his palm. “This is mine,” he paused and brought his lips close to my ear. “Tell me it’s mine.” He bit down on my earlobe, and the breath from his nose rushed into my ear canal.

I breathed in and chill bumps formed across my skin. “It’s yours,” I confessed with a slight moan.

“What’s mine, love?” He tightened his grasp on me and forced his finger deep inside me.

“My sex is yours
.”

His eyes narrowed.

“My cunt is yours, only yours.” I took another quick breath in. That word made my skin crawl, but I knew that’s how he wanted me to talk to him.

He laughed a demonic laugh I’d never heard come from him. “It is, isn’t it?”
His left hand snaked behind my back, weaving his fingers in my hair again. He tugged on it hard and my head jerked back quickly. Gavin’s mouth found my neck, and I felt the warmth of his tongue running across my jugular and up toward my jaw.

“You were meant to please me,
made
to please me.
Only me
!” His eyes locked onto mine, ignited with want, pupils dilating as he glared at me. He breathed heavily, groaning as he pulled harder on the hair he’d laced between his fingers.

Releasing
his grip on my hair, he placed one hand on my shoulder and pushed me back toward the couch.

“Sit,” he demanded.

I sat down abruptly. The leather was cool against my naked skin. I stared at him, my chest violently heaving up and down.

“Turn around,
” he said as he stared distantly at me. “I said — turn — around — love,” his voice deepened into a demanding growl.

P
ushing myself off the end of the couch, I knelt over its edge. He placed his hand on the nape of my neck and buried my head in the seat of the couch.

“Ah, yes,” he laughed. “You want me to own you, don’t you?”

I said nothing. A slight stab of fear fanned itself through my veins and I twisted my head to the side enough to see his face. The loud, possessive music made the moment seem even more intense.

“I suggest you speak.” His voice sounded
possessed, almost unrecognizable. “After all,” he paused and glared forebodingly at me, “you’re the one who asked for this.”

I saw him
raise his hand up into the air and I shut my eyes in anticipation of what was coming. I heard a loud clap as his palm met the skin of my ass. My face lurched forward from the force of it.

“You want me to stop?” he asked.

I paused, knowing all too well what I was getting myself into, but the sheer arousal I felt from having him completely dominate me was indescribable.

“No,” I said, surprised at
the nervous quiver in my voice. I glanced back and saw his lips turn up into a satisfied smile.

“Good.”

He raised his hand again, this time slightly higher than before, and I felt the air rushing toward me. My shoulders heaved forward as he spanked me again. The sting spread across the top of my thighs and I felt blood rushing to the tender area.

“Again,” I whispered.

Leaning down, he wrapped my hair around his wrist, pulling my head up from the couch. “You don’t tell me what to do, understood?”

His hand met my skin harder and I winced from the sheer force of it. I bit down on my lower lip as not to cry out.

I gasped. Although I was profoundly turned on by his authority, this change in him, this quick submersion into this experience was overwhelming. I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fear that was causing tears to prick at my eyes. Closing my eyes, I laid my head down in the hopes that the water would roll down my cheek and fade into the couch. 

“Lay down,” Gavin demanded.

I rolled over to find his face was expressionless.

“No, on the floor,” he said
, backing away from me. His arms crossed in front of his chest and he watched me crawl from the couch to the cold, hard floor and spread myself out for him.

His large shadow cast across the wall behind him.
“Further. Spread your legs further apart,” he demanded as he loomed over me.

I obeyed his command and he
pressed his body on top of me. Thrusting his thick cock into me with one hard push. Gavin ran his tongue over my left breast and pulled himself out of me. Moving his mouth over my breast, his teeth clamped down on my nipple. His tongue flicked across the point as his teeth sunk into the flesh around it. I moaned loudly, writhing under him. Gavin pushed himself into me again, this time scooting me across the floor with his force. I felt his breath on my neck, promptly followed by his teeth ripping into my skin. I grabbed onto his back and dug my nails into him hard.