Chapter One
I woke with a pleasant and lazy sense of disorientation. In the moment between dreaming and reality, darkness and light had stolen my thoughts and mixed up my sense of space. But only for a few seconds, because then Gabriel’s body heat reminded me where I was.
I became aware of his flaccid cock against my arse cheeks, his gently rising and falling chest pressing into my back, and his stubbled chin resting by my neck. It all proved that I was exactly where I wanted to be.
In my new lover’s bed.
In my Master’s arms.
I opened my eyes wide and pulled in a breath as I stared at a pair of black and silver striped curtains covering the weakly lit window. My Master? God, where had that come from? Sure, I called him Sir when in a scene, because that’s what he liked, it got him off. But really, was that how my subconscious viewed him now?
He shifted slightly and tightened his grip on me as if to keep me secure within the curl of his body.
I let out the breath I’d been holding and rubbed my palms over his hairy right forearm, which was locked around me, over my waist.
“Are you okay?” he murmured sleepily.
“Yes. I think so.”
“You just think so?”
He kissed my neck, and his sharp facial hair scratching my skin sent a shudder of desire through me.
He chuckled. “My God, you even wake up wanting it, don’t you?”
I turned within his arms and faced him. “I want you .” And I did. I was buzzing for him. Whatever he could give me I wanted it. And the possibility that it could lead to more than sex, to an ‘us’, just made me greedier still.
He swept his palm over my hip, let it drift down my thigh to my knee then back up again to finally cup my face.
His touch brought me to life. The sensations of the night before came flooding back—the exquisite pain, the seemingly endless, earth-moving orgasm, the thrust of his cock in my pussy.
“You look beautiful in the morning,” he said softly. “Being in my bed clearly suits you.”
“Being with you suits me.” I smiled then kissed him gently on his lips.
He moaned a little and pulled me closer. The moan turned into a groan as his now-hardening cock pressed between us.
“It suits me, too,” he said, sliding his hand from my face to touch my breasts. “Are you sore?”
I gasped when he tweaked my swollen, tender nipple. “Yes, deliciously so.”
“And this one?” He switched his attention to my other tit.
“Ow. Oh, yes.” I looped my leg over his, shifted so that my pussy was open for his cock.
“What are you doing, Isabella?” he asked, stilling his movements.
“I…” I hesitated. He’d had that tone in his voice just then. The one that told me to be wary. That he was testing me, pushing me, wondering if I was going to step beyond my boundaries as his sub.
I’m not his fucking sub.
“Well?” he asked, staring deep in my eyes with his dark ones. “What are you doing?”
“I…I want us to fuck.”
“And you think you’ll get it when you ask like that ?”
Oh, God.
His dick was thick and solid, rubbing against my pubic hair. He wanted it too. I’d bet my last pound he was battling every instinct in his testosterone-soaked body right now. What he really wanted to do was just ram into me, thrust and grind and grab a quick morning orgasm to start the day off with a bang.
“Ask properly, Isabella. Show some respect for the man who cares for you, satisfies you and will make all of your dirty dreams come true.” He shifted the covers a little to reveal my chest. “Ask me properly.”
“Please, Sir, can we fuck now? I want you.”
He tutted. “Really? Is that the best you can do?”
I frowned. “Tell me? What are the rules? How am I supposed to ask?”
“You can cut the tone of exasperation for a start.”
“Hard not to when just inches from my pussy I have a cock that’s ready and able, but a man who won’t allow it to be willing.”
He shifted away from me, forcing me to drop my leg.
I woke with a pleasant and lazy sense of disorientation. In the moment between dreaming and reality, darkness and light had stolen my thoughts and mixed up my sense of space. But only for a few seconds, because then Gabriel’s body heat reminded me where I was.
I became aware of his flaccid cock against my arse cheeks, his gently rising and falling chest pressing into my back, and his stubbled chin resting by my neck. It all proved that I was exactly where I wanted to be.
In my new lover’s bed.
In my Master’s arms.
I opened my eyes wide and pulled in a breath as I stared at a pair of black and silver striped curtains covering the weakly lit window. My Master? God, where had that come from? Sure, I called him Sir when in a scene, because that’s what he liked, it got him off. But really, was that how my subconscious viewed him now?
He shifted slightly and tightened his grip on me as if to keep me secure within the curl of his body.
I let out the breath I’d been holding and rubbed my palms over his hairy right forearm, which was locked around me, over my waist.
“Are you okay?” he murmured sleepily.
“Yes. I think so.”
“You just think so?”
He kissed my neck, and his sharp facial hair scratching my skin sent a shudder of desire through me.
He chuckled. “My God, you even wake up wanting it, don’t you?”
I turned within his arms and faced him. “I want you .” And I did. I was buzzing for him. Whatever he could give me I wanted it. And the possibility that it could lead to more than sex, to an ‘us’, just made me greedier still.
He swept his palm over my hip, let it drift down my thigh to my knee then back up again to finally cup my face.
His touch brought me to life. The sensations of the night before came flooding back—the exquisite pain, the seemingly endless, earth-moving orgasm, the thrust of his cock in my pussy.
“You look beautiful in the morning,” he said softly. “Being in my bed clearly suits you.”
“Being with you suits me.” I smiled then kissed him gently on his lips.
He moaned a little and pulled me closer. The moan turned into a groan as his now-hardening cock pressed between us.
“It suits me, too,” he said, sliding his hand from my face to touch my breasts. “Are you sore?”
I gasped when he tweaked my swollen, tender nipple. “Yes, deliciously so.”
“And this one?” He switched his attention to my other tit.
“Ow. Oh, yes.” I looped my leg over his, shifted so that my pussy was open for his cock.
“What are you doing, Isabella?” he asked, stilling his movements.
“I…” I hesitated. He’d had that tone in his voice just then. The one that told me to be wary. That he was testing me, pushing me, wondering if I was going to step beyond my boundaries as his sub.
I’m not his fucking sub.
“Well?” he asked, staring deep in my eyes with his dark ones. “What are you doing?”
“I…I want us to fuck.”
“And you think you’ll get it when you ask like that ?”
Oh, God.
His dick was thick and solid, rubbing against my pubic hair. He wanted it too. I’d bet my last pound he was battling every instinct in his testosterone-soaked body right now. What he really wanted to do was just ram into me, thrust and grind and grab a quick morning orgasm to start the day off with a bang.
“Ask properly, Isabella. Show some respect for the man who cares for you, satisfies you and will make all of your dirty dreams come true.” He shifted the covers a little to reveal my chest. “Ask me properly.”
“Please, Sir, can we fuck now? I want you.”
He tutted. “Really? Is that the best you can do?”
I frowned. “Tell me? What are the rules? How am I supposed to ask?”
“You can cut the tone of exasperation for a start.”
“Hard not to when just inches from my pussy I have a cock that’s ready and able, but a man who won’t allow it to be willing.”
He shifted away from me, forcing me to drop my leg.
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