The Alphabet Game the Complete Alpha Series a to X, Y, Z (21 page)

Flushed from the shower, I wrap myself in a soft fluffy robe and decide to fix myself a drink while I’m in Gabe’s room, as I have nothing to change into apart from putting my nightwear back on. Picking up clean clothes would have made too much noise. I switch the television on, set the coffee machine up and relax on the bed.

I’m absentmindedly looking around the room when I remember the bag I brought in, that Gabe had left. I wiggle off the bed, pick up the bag and then carry it to the little table in the room where I upend the contents. Out comes an all in one in leather and a gag. The tags on the garments give their previous location as being a shop called
Pleasure Paradise
. The smell of leather hits my nose and I sniff the outfit. Well I guess I know what L is for and yet again he’s not allowed me to choose the letter. L for leather? More like L for Leathered, the drunk fool. I shall be having words with that man, but first, I consider, I think I’ll have a bit of fun.

Once I’m fully dried and I’ve had a coffee, I slowly ease myself into the outfit. It’s not skintight so I don’t require talcum powder to get it on. I check out my reflection in the wardrobe mirror. It looks like a biker girl jumpsuit with a zip up the middle. I pick up the headpiece. He must really have been pissed when he bought this. It looks reptilian. It’s a hood with a zip at the back and laces so that it can be tightened up. There are slits for the eyes and two holes for the nostrils. I place the headpiece on, look in the mirror and burst out laughing. I don’t know about sexy, I look like Venom from Spiderman. I grab the gag and get ready to perform.

I sneak back into my own room and climb onto the bed, crouching next to Gabe’s head. Then I begin to tickle his face with the strap from the gag whilst whistling the Spiderman theme tune. I watch as he slowly begins to wake up. As he opens his eyes he sees me and screams a big girly scream, whilst he throws himself up and against the back of the headboard. I fall across the bed, and laugh so hard that my jaw hurts and tears start to run from my eyes.

‘Stella, I’ve had a fucking heart attack.’ He holds his head, ‘Oh my God the pain.’

I roll over to him, taking the head piece off. ‘Well, consider it a warning, you need to be on the lookout for supervillains, we’re taking down our fathers remember?’

He looks at me quizzically. ‘Supervillains?’

‘I’m Venom from Spiderman.’

He smiles,‘I’ve only seen The Avengers. That one had Scarlet Johansson in it.’

‘You have got to be kidding me. You need an education.’ I notice him smack his lips and I point, ‘There’s water at the side of the bed.’

Instead he rolls himself out of bed and goes up to the mini-bar where he extracts a whiskey. ‘Be quicker this way, hair of the dog.’ He starts swigging straight from the bottle. ‘I’d kill for an espresso or two though,’ he looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

I start to walk across to the machine.

‘Hey, Stella.’

‘What?’

‘You might have woken me as Venom, but right now my cock thinks you look just like Black Widow and it wants into your web.’

‘Seriously?’

‘Well, maybe in half an hour.’

I make Gabe come down for breakfast with me after I’ve changed into a pale pink short suit which better suits the heat, boy is leather hot. I’ve matched it with some pretty rose pink sandals that tie up with silky straps, into huge bows at the back of my feet. By the time Gabe’s eaten a good breakfast washed down with plenty of drinks he’s raring to go, in more ways than one.

Back in my room I hold up the gag. ‘So what did you have in mind for this?’

‘I want you begging for my cock, but unable to ask because I have complete control of your fuckable mouth.’

Between my legs gets slick with just his words alone.

‘Now take off your clothes.’

I strip off my play suit and underneath I have the black and pink underwear set that I wore the other day. The fake ties give it a sexy bondage touch.

‘How do I look?’

‘I’m not going to answer that. You’ll know if I approve if I make you come so hard you cry.’

I gasp.

‘If you don’t like what I’m doing, tap your foot three times, so I know.’

‘Okay.’

He pushes me up to the top of the bed so I’m wedged into the crack between the pillows. He holds the gag up and I put my mouth around the ball part. He fastens it in place.

‘All right?’

I nod. It feels extremely weird, as it fixes my jaw open. I imagine I have the look of a blow up doll.

Looking up at him, my breathing has quickened. He’s watching me like a vampire at a blood bank. I wait for him to bite.

‘Do not be scared Stella, trust me.’

He fixes my arms behind my back and ties them with the belt from the room’s towelling robe. Then he picks up the headpiece and places it backwards on my face, so that it covers my eyes but rests above my nose. I can feel the zip down my forehead and nose. Now I can’t speak and I can’t see anything. I start to feel nervous.

My hips are raised and my pants taken off. Not being able to see has increased my other senses and I am very aware of the cool breeze around my pussy. I hear movement and my hips are raised again as Gabe puts a pillow underneath my butt.

He pushes my thighs apart and I feel his warm breath on me, then the sensation of his tongue licking, assisting with the wetness already there. I thrust to meet his movements. He stops. I attempt to wrap my legs around his neck to get him back to the gasping apex between my thighs.

‘Oh I don’t think so Stella. I’ll let you know when you can come.’

The next thing I know I am in the air and being carried. I feel cold against my skin and know we’re in the bathroom by the scent of the perfume I sprayed on myself earlier that still permeates the air. I think about how he could have carried me out onto the corridor or anything. I’m at his mercy right now with the lack of vision. I hear the shower being turned on.

‘Open your legs.’

I obey.

‘Wider.’

The jets from the shower assault my clitoris. I’ve heard about people using the shower to masturbate and didn’t know what they were talking about. Now I do. The shower that I’ve enjoyed as a power shower as it’s struck my shoulders and given my neck a massaging sensation, now does the same to my inner core. The jets hit like little tiny pinpricks and I get wetter, but not from the shower alone.

Gabe pushes one finger in me, and then another, whilst training the shower on my clit. I want to scream out, the sensations are electric, but I can’t because of the gag. I rock on his fingers whilst straining to get more pressure from the shower. The excitement in me builds and I come, raising my hips up to meet the jets as I explode, the sensation of warmth and targeted spray sending me into an overdose of pleasure.

I’m quickly pulled to my feet. I’m still wearing my bra and Gabe pinches my nipples through the wet material, then pushes me up against the shower tiles. He uses his hand to push my thighs apart and enters me roughly. I push back onto his cock, eager for more.

‘You dirty bitch.’

He unties my arms and holds them above my head against the wall and drives into me again and again, hard and rough. Once more the fact I can only imagine what’s going on but can hear his guttural moans, brings me again to the cusp of orgasm. As I hear him building up to his own climax, I listen to him speaking with each thrust.

‘You. Fucking. Love. This.’

‘Don’t. You?’

His fingers descend and strum my clit whilst he rocks me further into the tiles.

‘This. Pussy. Is. Mine.’

His legs hit the back of mine as he sends me over whilst I feel him tremble as his own orgasm rolls.

He pulls the mask off and unfastens the gag. My own hands were free to do this but I want to remain submissive. I’m so turned on by Gabe’s dominance, as letting someone else have control is new to me.

He spins me around and after letting me rub my jaw he kisses me roughly, his stubble scratching my face.

‘On your knees.’

‘What?’

‘I said on your knees. Do not make me repeat myself.’

I lower myself onto the bottom of the bath, my face in front of Gabe’s hard on.

‘Look what you do to me?’

‘And you to me.’

‘Open wide Stella, I want to fuck that juicy mouth of yours.’

I do, once again at the mercy of Gabe and loving every minute.

Chapter 2

‘So it’s Saturday, I have the day off. Do you fancy going anywhere?’ Gabe kisses my shoulder, his warm mouth combined with his low, husky voice causes goosebumps to rise on my arm.

I lean towards him,‘You might have a day off. I’m off to The Rodeo tonight, to see the place in action whilst it’s busy.’

His voice lowers,‘I might come with you.’

‘Not a chance. You’ll just distract me into thinking of naughty things. However I have time now, once I’ve dried myself off.’

‘I like you wet.’ He moves me underneath him.

I feel my mouth become moist.‘I want to try a cupcake from Magnolia bakery. That and a takeaway Starbucks sound ideal. Care to join me?’

‘I’d prefer a hot dog, or a steak.’ He knees my thighs apart.

I punch his shoulder. ‘Men. Is a cupcake threatening to your manhood?’

‘No, it’s just it’d take about twelve to fill me up.’ He smacks his hard abs, ‘Anyway I need protein, this doesn’t just appear by magic you know.’

‘That’s true, I wouldn’t want to have to feel a paunch instead of rock hard abs. I’d have to head to the gym to find myself a new fuck buddy.’

His jaw tightens though he says nothing.

‘Do you know, come to think of it I like a nice sausage,’ I giggle.

He thrusts himself into me, and I lose myself in the sensations.

Nicely fucked and satisfied, he pulls the duvet back exposing me to the cold air. ‘Come on, let’s get your cupcake.’

I have to wait
an hour
, for a cupcake.

Gabe is tapping his foot repeatedly. ‘Jeez they can’t be that good, it’s a bun for goodness sake.’

‘Well I’m not leaving until I have one.’

‘Bloody stubborn woman.’

‘Stop moaning. Go and get your flipping hot dog.’

He scowls, ‘No we’re here now, I might as well wait.’

I roll my eyes.

I order two, a classic Red velvet, choosing vanilla icing and a lemon one. When we leave the store I give Gabe the lemon one to hold whilst I have a bite of the Red Velvet. It’s so soft and moist, the bun just springs back after I’ve taken a bite. I’m so busy eating and being careful that I’m not being pick-pocketed, that I don’t take note of Gabe’s silence until an ecstatic moan leaves his lips. I turn and he’s devouring my other cupcake.

‘What the hell are you doing? You said you didn’t eat cupcakes.’

‘Hey it’s not my fault you were making orgasm noises eating yours. I just thought I’d try a bit, but now I can’t stop.’ A crumb falls from the corner of his lip. ‘I’ll buy you another later so don’t be pissed about it.’

‘So you’ll queue for another hour? Yeah right.’

He licks his lips, ‘I’d queue for two.’

We buy our coffees and head to Central Park for the afternoon. Whilst we walk I ask him the question that’s been bubbling up inside me for ages.

‘Gabe, why didn’t you tell me about Issy at the beginning?’

‘I fully intended to, at the interview. Not to tell you the full story, but to say I knew her at that point and that my father had screwed her over, but when I bumped into you at the coffee shop and the Stella from the photos I’d seen became you, I felt I couldn’t risk it. I didn’t want you to run away scared, thinking I was using you for revenge.’

I nod, ‘That’s exactly what I would have done.’

‘It’s what you did, back at the restaurant. To be honest Stella, the more we get to know each other, the more I think it’s not us that are screwed up, we’re just doing our best in a world that’s been dictated to us by manipulative father figures.’

‘Yes well it’s time we took the power back. When I’m done with The Rodeo, we need to work out exactly what our ultimate plan is to finish this once and for all. I need this done and I’ve made up my mind. I want the clubs.’

‘Good. I want the law firm.’

We look at each other and smile.

We’re partway into the park now and Gabe sits back against one of the Elm Trees. ‘A couple of years ago a storm ripped through the Park and brought several of these trees down. Such a shame, they’re beautiful.’

‘They are, I love it here in the park. In fact I’m quite taken with the Big Apple; I could see myself having a home here.’

‘I miss the place when I’m in London, but on saying that London does have it’s benefits.’ He looks pointedly at me, then takes a sip of his drink, ‘Anyway, so I’ve been thinking. About Samuel.’