Submission Under the Mistletoe (9 page)

His skilled tongue laved her throbbing, wet pussy
while his hands were pressed at her knees keeping her thighs wide,
leaving her available to him.

She moaned and shivered as her hands palmed his
smooth head in the dark. At some point he must have shut off the
room lights and only the glow from the street lamp cast away some
of the shadows.

“
Brad,” she called out his name as
he pushed his tongue inside her and caressed her walls until her
hips movements became as erratic as her breathing.

“
You got it,” he said moving from
her opening, licking along her slit, he sucked one labia into his
mouth than feasted on the other.

She wasn’t sure how much more she could take when he
latched onto her clit. Swirling around it and flicking it, he
caught her in all the right, sensitive places. Soon she was tossed
over the edge of an orgasm that had her clawing at the sheets.

He moved up her body, licking and kissing her skin
still responsive from the climax she’d just had.

The bed shifted, a drawer opened and closed and the
subtle sounds of a condom wrapper could be heard.

As he settled himself between her legs, he stared
down at her.

Barely able to see his features clearly in the dim
light, she could still feel the intensity of his gaze.

Entering her body gently, he cupped her face. “Who
are you, Gabriella?”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t know if it was
because she didn’t want to reveal her secrets or because at the
moment with this man inside of her moving slowly in and out of her
body, she was asking herself the same question.

He started kissing her, keeping his mouth as ginger
as his tender loving.

Neither his tongue nor his cock stopped their
passionate assault as his weight bore down on her fully for the
first time that night. He allowed no space between them as he
grinded his hips over and over into her. His thick, long cock had
her breath catching every time he pressed deep. Gasping into his
mouth, she suckled his tongue as it slid along her own.

Gabriella tried to stop the tears that rolled out of
the corners of her eyes. They weren’t tears of pain, he wasn’t
hurting her physically, but she knew, as well as she knew her own
name, that his gentle dominance was her complete undoing.

He moved his lips away from hers for a brief moment,
as he said, “Come with me, China Doll.”

By the time his mouth seized hers again she was
climaxing. A quiet storm of pleasure showered down over her causing
her body to buck beneath him. Brad’s own groan of gratification
vibrated into her mouth.

Shifting away, he moved like a ghost to the
bathroom. Rolling to her side, she stared out the part in the
curtains, her back to the restroom. She pulled the covers up over
her shoulders as her mind ran, trying to make sense of something
that seemed nonsensical.

Her body was jolted lightly, as Brad lay on the bed.
He pulled her into his arms, situating her form until she was laid
sprawled on top of him and his hand caressed her back.

Then he started talking in low tones as his fingers
stroked her. “I’m a twin, identical. I live in Baltimore and I’m a
physician’s assistant. I work at a small family practice and enjoy
my job. My parents live in Canada, where our father is from, and we
all visit them every Easter. When I’m not hanging out with my
brother, I play basketball at the community center and volunteer at
the boys club. I’ve always wanted to be a big reader, however, I
find myself watching more crime shows than in a book.”

She smiled, enjoying listening to him talk about
himself. He kept his timbre light, like he was telling her a
soothing bedtime story. In that moment, she was more relaxed than
she’d ever been with any man; Dom or boyfriend.

Soon, her eyes became heavy and she lost herself in
his life and drifted off to sleep.

chapter seven

“
You’re not planning to just sneak
away at dawn are you?” Brad stared at the beautiful woman fastening
her short corset dress onto her body.

She froze and glanced up at him. Her lips were
swollen, the lipstick finally faded, her face flushed and her hair
was mused and in disarray around her shoulders. She looked as if
she’d spent a night being well and thoroughly loved.

Sitting up against the headboard, with the sheet at
his waist his heart thudded with male pride in his chest knowing
he’d been the one with her last night.

Completing the final clasps, she said, “First of
all, it’s almost ten in the morning. I’m not sneaking away. If you
hadn’t been in such a dead sleep maybe you would have heard the
phone ringing. It woke me up.” She moved around the room grabbing
one stocking and then the other.

“
You didn’t answer it did you?”
Most likely it was Brian and he probably already had enough to
answer for without having to explain the female in his
room.

“
No worries, darling, I don’t
answer other people’s lines.” Her saucy smile was back as she
stepped into her heels.

After last night, he knew that flirting attitude was
just a defense she used.

Moving to the edge of the bed, he reached down for
his pants and scooped them up before rising. “When can I see you
again?”

Putting on her coat, she crossed the room to him.
“Look, let’s not make this more than what it was. I needed someone
last night and you were there. Case closed.”

He didn’t like the casual tone she used. Last night
had been more than a fuck and go between them. He’d seen the
sparkle of her tears in the low light and felt the connection.

Slipping his hand around to the base of her neck, he
said, “I’d stay longer for you. Discover what this is between
us.”

Her lids slid shut, blocking him from those lovely,
expressive amber eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she let it out slow then
looked at him. “Brad, what would a few more days gain us? We’re
from two different worlds. To you my lifestyle is nothing more than
a freak show at the circus someone dragged you to watch.”

He dropped his hand. Her words stung him deep.

Was that how he treated her?

Was that what his sister and his best friends
thought of him?

In that moment he felt guilt, ashamed. Even though a
large part of him knew things were different for him. With
Gabriella, because of China Doll.

Before he could formulate the words bombarding his
mind, she kissed him and headed toward the door.

When she pulled the door open, he took hold of her
hand, waited until she looked back at him.

“
This isn’t the end for
us.”

One corner of her mouth curled up; in something he
could only call a heartbreaking smile then pulled her hand from his
and walked away.

He stood there watching her move toward the stairs,
wanting to call her name. Go after her and bring her back to his
room, his bed…his arms. As she’d said, what did he have to offer
her at the moment? Another toss in the sheets? What then?

But, his heart weighed in his chest, telling him to
stop her from leaving. He took a step in the direction of her
retreating form.

“
Brad, it’s about time you
awakened.”

Turning, he saw Brian exiting from the elevator and
heading toward him.

Immediately, he looked back in the direction of
Gabriella only to see her shove open the door and disappear.

“
Well that explains why you didn’t
answer your phone.” Brian patted him on the shoulder. “You decided
to go to the bar anyway?”

Glancing at, Brian, he frowned, “I thought you were
going to go down and listen to some music.”

Brian shoved his hands deep into his pockets,
glanced down the empty hall and said, “No, decided to just hang out
in my room.” Looking back at him, Brian asked, “If you changed your
mind, why didn’t you call me?”

“
It wasn’t like that.” Not wanted
to talk about her with his brother Brad changed the subject. “Where
are you coming from?”

“
Breakfast. I could wait forever
for you. I called Alesha about an hour ago and told her we would
make it.”

“
Ah, shit.” Brad smacked his palm
against his forehead. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go
over for breakfast.”

“
No worries, I told her you were
still sleep. If you’re up for a little defensive mall shopping I’d
like to head out and get something for our sister for
Christmas.”

Rubbing his hand over his head, Brad nodded. “Give
me about twenty minutes to shower and shave and I’ll be ready.”

“
No problem. I’ll go grab you a
breakfast sandwich at the café downstairs and meet you in the
lobby.”

“
Great.” Brad stepped into his
room and allowed the door to close behind him.

A few moments earlier and his brother would have
been at his door when Gabriella left. He would have been forced to
not only introduce her, but Brad was pretty sure his brother would
have asked where they had met in front of her.

The beautiful, vivacious submissive was just bold
and spontaneous enough to possibly blurt out to his twin that they
met at the dungeon. That would have led to a lot of questions from
Brian, Brad wasn’t ready to answer.

Standing next to the bed, a flash of color caught
his eye. Leaning over, Brad moved the pillows. Ensnared between
them was the emerald green flower from Gabriella’s hair. He rubbed
the vintage hair accessory. Shifting his gaze, he stared down at
the rumbled sheets. His mind became flooded with all the images of
the night before. He could still recall the feeling of her tight
wet pussy around his cock. His hands knew the warm silk feeling of
her skin and all the places she was sensitive. More importantly his
mouth remembered the electrifying power of her kiss.

With one kiss this woman had turned his life upside
down and he needed to put some thoughts into a question she asked
him. He was here only for a vacation, he had a life different from
hers. So, what did he want?

What do I want?

That was the biggest question of them all.

Letting out a hard breath, he moved to the bathroom
to take a shower.

Maybe it was best to just leave her alone.

~YH~

“
Hello, China Doll.”

Gabriella glanced up to see a woman standing before
at the register at Strong Blends. Usually, people didn’t use her
scene name at work. They had more regular customers during the week
than those in the community. She recognized the woman immediately
having seeing her many times in the dungeon. Giving her an honest
smile she greeted her, “Hi, Butterfly.”

“
How’s work been
today?”

Gabriella noticed Butterfly’s style of dress. Like
her, the woman wasn’t garbed in scene apparel, but instead she wore
a business suit, skirt and jacket. No one would ever suspect seeing
the woman that Butterfly enjoyed being strapped to a bench by her
two Doms and spanked.

“
Pretty busy. I think a lot of
people are at the outlet stores doing holiday shopping so we caught
more of an afternoon flow than normal.”Gabriella told
her.

“
Kenmore is loving the bottom line
of the traffic, I’m sure.” Butterfly tilted her head and seemed to
be watching her as if she were taking her measure.

Feeling a little uncomfortable by the other woman’s
accessing gaze, Gabriella resisted the urge to pat her hair and
make sure it was all still bound in the bun. She shoved away the
need to glance down and see if she possible had a coffee stain on
her cream blouse or brown slacks. “She is a little giddy
today.”

They shared a laugh then Butterfly opened her clutch
purse and removed something and passed it to her. “This is the real
reason why I have come here.”

Flipping the sealed envelope from front to back, not
seeing any descriptive writing that would give a hint to what was
inside, Gabriella frowned. “What is it?”

“
An invitation to my holiday
party. I’m not sure if you heard, I’m pretty famous for them.” A
wide confident smile stretched the other woman’s mouth and
showcased even white teeth.

“
I hadn’t, but thanks. Is it a
munch?”

Butterfly shook her head. “Not technically. More
like a gathering among friends. Usually everyone comes in normal
scene wear. However, there will be a couple non-community people
this time. So, it is casual and their will not be any
exhibitions.”

“
Um, thanks.” Gabriella wasn’t
sure if she’d attend. There was only less than two weeks until
Christmas and since she’d be gone for the week of Christmas she was
considering working extra hours to cover the time she’d be
away.

“
Can I be honest with you?” the
other woman asked.

Hesitating, Gabriella stared at the woman wondering
what other reasons Butterfly had sought her out. “Sure.”

Lightly taking her elbow, Butterfly guided her to
the back hall out of ear shot. Trepidation crawled up Gabriella’s
spine.

“
I was at the club the other
night…when you forced release from your Dom.”

Dropping her head, Gabriella
stared down at the floor.
Did everyone
know?
“I see.”

Butterfly laid a gentle hand on her shoulder but
didn’t speak until Gabriella glanced up at her.

“
Look, I’m not judging you. I just
wanted to let you know if you need a friend or someone to confide
in, I listen pretty well. One sub to another.”

“
Thank you.”