Scrupulous (An Affliction of Falling Novel Book 1) (10 page)

“I give it a month. Gavin can be quite persuasive and persistent. He may just turn her out for good.” Samuel laughs in an attempt to lighten the mood, and I chuck a jelly packet at him.

“You all are impossible. Can’t believe you doubt me! How much is this bet worth anyway?” I can’t help but quasi smile at the crazy unfolding.

“Christmas is coming, and the twins have hefty lists. One hundred a head, place your bets!” Breonna sings as the others chime in their predictions, joining the fun at my expense.

Fuckers
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The cab pulls up to my curb after a long night’s work and Gavin’s figure leans menacingly against the building’s outer wall with a small, black duffle bag in hand. My body sags under the weight of fatigue and the possibility of being robbed of another night’s decent sleep as I drag my tutu-covered butt out of the taxi.

“You’re here,” I grumble not so welcomingly, beyond exhausted.

“Where else would I be?” He tilts his head in question.

“The dungeon. You come with accessories now?” I tip my chin to the bag. Unlocking the building’s main door, I lead the way up to my studio and try not to gape at the elephant, I mean bag he is toting, my imagination already running wild.

“I told you what I had planned for us tonight.” The displeasure in his tone lashes out at my seemingly inconvenienced attitude.

“How does this work? You turn me out, finally prove that I am a sub, and then run on to the next challenge?” I snap out of fear. It isn’t the de-flowering me in a new fashion that triggers it, it is the knowledge of how strongly of a bond I can feel developing coupled with his reputation.

He pulls me into the studio, closes the door, and pins me up against it, chaffing the faery wings into my back.

“There is nothing to prove. We are two adults with polar opposite tastes exploring the possibilities of coming together. Period.”

His mouth claims mine, promptly ending the conversation, and my belongings fall to the floor on impact. As he invades me, stroking my tongue with his skilled one, teasing my pleasure forth, I find myself jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs tightly around his waist with newfound vigor. His hands cup my gartered rear firmly, eliciting a delicious whimper from me as I push my aching breasts further into him. Apparently, I am not as tired as I thought.

Wrapping his arms around me, he redirects us to the bed, bringing that damn little bag along. Soon, soft fabric sighs against my skin as he eases me onto the duvet. As the scruff of his five o’clock shadow continues to rub me raw amidst our passion, his hands slowly undress me from the costume. He intentionally snaps the elastic waistband of my skirt while keeping our mouths melded, causing a yelp from me that he quickly swallows, never missing a beat as his warm hands quickly recover the offended skin. Yes, he is a sadist. Let’s just hope it’s a sensual one.

“Oh, pet. I’ve been bursting at the seams all day, waiting for this. I don’t think I have ever wanted anything more.” He groans as he tears himself away from me to remove his own clothes. The look of pure, unadulterated hunger thundering across his face suddenly makes me self-conscious, a feeling I am not used to as modesty has never made sense to me.

“Sorcha, love, there is no need to be frightened. You know I would never hurt you; however, the safe words you learned from Samuel apply here as well.” He eases his heavy body to his knees on the floor and grips my thighs, easily pulling my weight down so that his face is flush with the slit between my thighs. The possessive act titillates me, causing my breasts to become heavy in anticipation. Unspoken determination etches in the planes of his face; he is a man on a mission to get everything that he wants, no doubt.

“Gavin-“

“Master or Sir, pet,” he gently but forcefully reminds me. The fact that he has switched to ‘pet’ when addressing me makes it easier to comply with his wishes. It’s much better than ‘girl.’

“Sir, I am not afraid of you. Far from it.”

“Good, then why the apprehension?” His inviting aura easily appeals to my uneasy side.

“The intensity in your face makes this all the more real, I am still… adjusting.”

“Well, allow me to make it easier.” He sinks between my legs. The hunger in which he licks, sucks and nips at my clit is something that quickly brings me to the edge, ready for release in a matter of minutes. Reading my body like a book, he moves his mouth to the inside of my leg, fingers my G-spot and lightly bites my thigh as he traverses down to my knee before repeating the same to the other leg, all the while keeping the pressure in my core at the perfect level with his treacherous fingers. He leaves me hanging and uses the sensual pain to keep me suspended just before orgasm drives me mad, manipulating my body into a shaking mess, desperate for release.

“Please, Gav─ Sir,” I whimper, catching my almost mistake but clearly not able to keep from begging, as much as I was trying to, and he knows it.

“Please, what?” he mumbles into my flesh without pausing.

“I need to come; this is too much!” I yell and arch back further than I thought possible as his fingers strum through me once more.

“What? This?” he innocently asks as he heads in for another round on the first thigh.

“Yes!”

“If it is too much, you have your safe word,” he challenges.

Oh, shit. This is payback for the other night. Safe word stops it all; I really don’t want it to stop. Sticking it out allows him to torture me but the ecstasy will continue. His finger lightly massages my G-spot again, causing me to groan out in need. I feel his lips curl into a smile as he works the sensitive tissue on my inner leg.

“Okay, Sir! I am sorry for the ghost pepper,” I grit out, wagering an apology in hopes of a final release.

“Is that what that was? Clever little minx, aren’t you? Sorry, pet, you don’t get off that easy. That mouth of yours has been tallying up quite a bill, not to mention your actions.”

The need to orgasm becoming painful now, hot tears of frustration roll out as I clench my jaw, refusing to give in. “What actions are those, sir?” I manage through heavy breath, waiting to be put out of my misery.

“Teasing my cock into a frenzy for days and causing me to feel jealousy, something I haven’t been familiar with until now, and I don’t like it one bit.” His displeased tone caresses my flesh as he moves his mouth back to my core and I hiss at the contact, almost hitting the ceiling. A thick palm comes to rest on my lower belly, bringing my back down to meet the mattress, holding me still. Toes curling in the bedding, I bite my lip against the urge to scream in utter, manic frustration. I attempt to pump my hips against his mouth to get enough friction to tip me over the edge, but I should have known better.

Gavin stops immediately, narrowing his eyes darkly before grabbing the bag. Soon after, cool lube brushes against my bottom as he repositions himself. His mouth takes its place and a nimble finger pushes into my virgin entrance in a swift fashion, leaving no room for hesitation. Pleasure and pain mix to the point where I scream his name in lust, protest, and earnest. The only answer I receive to my unspoken plea is more cool gel and a gentle massaging from that finger, now joined by another, circulating around, stretching me, readying me.

It is really hard to describe that place you go to when you are pushed past the brink of lusty madness, past the psychological and physiological limits that have bound you for a lifetime into a sweet void. Whatever that… that place is called, that is where he has now taken me.

“Hmmm, Sorcha, the sound of you screaming my name is like the sound of angels, absolutely heavenly. The safe word hasn’t come out yet, so it is time to pay your dues, pet. I will own that perfect, supple ass of yours.” His voice drips like honey through my veins, igniting a spark that catches like wildfire.

At this point, I am willing to do anything to come. Or anything he wants really, and I rather like the ass play if I’m being honest, something I might be able to use to my advantage. He stands, his glorious erection towering out from his hips, causing me to momentarily rethink my devious meanderings as he turns me over onto my stomach and eases onto my knees with my hips back, lining my bottom up to his desire. After the sound of foil tearing and more lube endowing my rear, his fingers are in me once more, making me forget about his cock. The sensation is indescribable. I shouldn’t like this; this shouldn’t get me off this much. But it does. Lord have mercy, it does.

Something inside takes over and all I can think about is how much I want to have him claim me… there. The desire is so great, it becomes obvious how turned on and primed I am as my own wetness begins to drip down my inner thigh. As I moan and clench around the delicious friction, his own breath draws in sharply, turning into a hissing “fuck.” His cock pushes at where his fingers are working, and in one fluid, rhythmic motion, his fingers are gone and the tip is in.

My head snaps back, eyes wide in surprise as the burn lashes through my ass and down my thighs. His free hand roughly rakes down my back and ends at my clit, a soft, padded finger gently coaxing the nerve-laden nubbin, causing my hips to dip and melt as relaxation sets in, and unadulterated pleasure makes me forget about the pressure in my rear. As he brings me to the brink once more, he orders me to “push out” as he feeds himself into me a little more. Burning and fullness rip through me as the taste of a coming orgasm entices me on.

“Oh, God!” I scream again, overcome with the glorious melding of pain and pleasure, clawing at the bed in an attempt to make sure that the world doesn’t tilt on axes.

He stops pushing inward and teases my clit further, causing me to relax more as well as shake and mewl.

“I want you to say how much you need me… want me, pet. This belongs to me now.” Gavin bends over my back and growls into my ear as he flicks his fingers between my legs. His cock twitches in rhythm with his hand, emphasizing just what he is laying claim to. Keeping quiet, I fall back into the rhythm of sensations that have me at the precipice again, which he senses and comes to a halt.

“Ohh, please let me come!” slips from my tongue in an angered, begging fashion before I can stop it.

“Not until you say it,” he says in an unyielding tone.

My head begins to shake no, earning me an abrupt sheathing into the ass. I cry out in discomfort but refuse to use the safe word. It is not needed. This strange position has me heated in new ways I want to know more about and my strong will won’t have it any other way. The pain is invigorating and has me dripping.

Glancing over my shoulder, his mask of sheer concentration reigns as he forces his body to still, allowing me to adjust to his size. Something about the strain written there mixed with his whole demeanor makes me feel cherished, cared for in a way no lover has.

The subtle pulsations from his lively cock ignite another yearning within that I cannot control. Agony and desire, a taste I never knew I couldn’t live without. I need more. Shoving my hips down and into him, I clench hard, drawing more of the exquisite sensations forward.

“Fuck! Sorcha, you are a bad, bad girl. God, do you have any idea what you do to me?” he groans, his mask of control cracking as he pulls out and eases back inside, letting the bratty behavior go. It is not enough; I need more, more stretching with the subtle burn that took the tingling pleasure in my loin to new heights, causing me to feel like I am floating on drugs.

Slamming my hips back again earns me a hard slap on the ass in warning. Stunned, I pause and give it thought as the sting blooms over my skin and quickly subsides into something completely else; I wiggle my backend a bit to understand the effect it had on me. Jesus, that felt…
amazing.

“Fuck me, your skin pinks up to perfection. You will be the end of me, pet.” He slowly pulls out and goes back in a little bit faster, but not near fast or hard enough. If he is trying to be careful, he needs to stop, I am a big girl who apparently needs a big bite.

“Harder, Sir, please!” I beg, tears brimming in my eyes once more in frustration and need.

“Kinky little thing, aren’t you? I told you, until you say it, we will do this my way, even if you challenge my self-control.” Gavin grunts as sweat beads down from his slicked skin, hitting my back.

As he pulses back into me, I drive back on his shaft, earning another swat. “Yes!” I holler.

“So, you like that. You know how I best like to deal with pain sluts? Orgasm denial,” he warns with an edge that makes the little hairs on the back of my neck perk up.

Confliction over my dislike over the word slut coming out and my selfish need to have my desires filled tugs at my brain but inevitably, I still and take his slowly building onslaught.

Gavin has pushed me further than I have ever gone, deeper into emotional and sensational overload than I knew to be possible. His speed finally reaches a point that has me ready to dive into a blinding orgasm. His respiration rate, the increased throbbing of his cock, and barely perceptible trembling tells me he is close as well. I smile at the thought. He abruptly stops and rests his damp forehead between my shoulder blades, both hands clamped on my hips.

“Why did you stop?” I cry out in a piercing octave, frustrated at the denial as I am yanked back from orgasm again.