He slammed his lips down on hers. In his mind there was no way he would leave such perfection. Amy was his perfect woman. She gave so much of herself to him that she made his heart ache with the love he felt for her. “I’d never hurt or leave you. You own me.” He placed her hand over his heart. “My heart beats for no one but you.”
“I love you, Gabriel.”
“I love you, too.” He gave her one final kiss before getting to his feet and walking away. Tears fell from his eyes, and he wiped them away. When he’d come to CapeFalls he’d been broken, and Amy had fixed him. Her beauty, love, and trust had changed the man inside him.
When he gained control over himself once again, he turned to face her. She wore a skirt and plain white blouse.
He took off his jacket and draped it over one of the chairs he kept down in his playroom. She sat in the room watching him. He felt her stare on him at all times. Gabriel gazed around the room taking everything in. He saw the bench he’d paid hundreds of dollars for and the array of whips and paddles. Every item he’d paid a lot of money for.
Running his fingers through his hair he let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. Gabriel remembered the peace this room had given him. All the time his gaze kept going to the woman sat on the floor. She wasn’t on her knees submitting to him. Amy sat waiting to hear him talk or to do something. He knew she would try to be the submissive he had once thought he craved.
Leaving this lifestyle was a hard choice to make, and yet the woman on the floor meant more to him than the pieces of unfeeling equipment dotted around the room.
He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt to allow the air for him to breathe. Part of him knew he couldn’t get rid of this room yet. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to this part of him. But he was ready for something else.
Gabriel took a long lingering look on everything. He stared at the bench, the chains, and all other pieces of equipment that had once meant so much to him in the past. Gabriel didn’t feel the sense of calm until he stared at his woman on the floor. Amy sat with her legs crossed waiting for him. The calmness came to him instantly, and he knew the choice he had to make.
He went to her, capturing her chin in his hands. “I only want you, Amy.”
“What do you mean?”
“This was part of me, but it’s not who I am anymore.” Gabriel took her hands and helped her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her flush against him. Her body moulded to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He kissed her on the lips, plunging his tongue inside to taste her. Her moans held him under her spell. All of his fears about this part of him disappeared.
“Come on,” he said.
She followed him out of the room. He switched the light off and locked the door. Staring at the key in his hand Gabriel couldn’t help but smile. He handed it to her.
“What are you doing?”
“I want you to have this key. It’s the only key. If you ever want to play in this room then you come to me, and we’ll try together. Or give me the key when I ask because I’ll be selling it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m keeping the room in case we both decide we want more. That equipment is expensive, and I wouldn’t want to have to find it again in case we both want that.” He cupped her cheek. “I want you more than I ever want that.”
He would never hurt her. He loved being in control and knew down to his very soul, he wanted more from Amy than being her dominant. Gabriel couldn’t help but think about himself being her submissive. Amy would heal with being in control of him sometimes. He liked the thought of being at her beck and call. She would be everything to him.
Gabriel walked her up the stairs to their bedroom. He draped the jacket on the chair.
“I want you, Amy.”
“I want you, too.”
“Good. Strip. And do it slowly. I want to watch you reveal your body to me. I think you’re perfection.” He didn’t need the equipment, but he could still command her with his voice. He sat down in the chair where he’d draped his jacket. His c**k was hard against the tight confines of his trousers. He couldn’t wait to loosen his pants and take her.
Amy stood. Her hands, shaking, went to the buttons of her blouse. He watched as one by one the buttons opened until the blouse showed the top part of her body. Her creamy skin was exposed to his view. He licked his lip for the taste of her flesh. The blouse fell to the floor, and she went for her bra.
“Don’t. Remove your skirt.” He wanted to see her in the underwear he’d bought her. He recognised the pale pink underwear she wore. It had been the gift he’d given her a week ago. Every time he passed a shop, he found himself picking out items to watch her dress in.
The skirt fell in a heap on the floor. She stepped out, and he admired her full body. He didn’t like skinny women, and her h*ps and rounded stomach looked perfect to him. His perfect woman.
Gabriel wanted to see more of her. “Take your bra off.” She unclipped her bra, and her tits spilled free, her glorious ni**les pink and begging for his touch.
His grip tightened on the chair as the desire to go to her and lavish those br**sts overcame him.
“Turn round.”
Amy turned round and bent down to remove her panties. Her creamy red slit peeked at him. He saw how wet she was. Gabriel smiled. He got up from his seat and went to her. Her head was bowed.
She’s healed the man within, and the need for violence had lessened. Gabriel had never thought it was possible to be like this.
“What was your favourite scene in Dean’s book?” he asked out of curiosity. He wanted her to be open with him.
“I like the scene where he bends her over his knee, spanks her bottom, and then makes love to her on the playroom floor.”
“There will be no spanking and no playroom floor, but I can give you the other desire,” he said.
Gabriel had never read any of Dean’s work, but the image she put in his mind was more than enough to leave him satisfied. He would have to buy Dean’s book. He was curious about the writing that had gotten his woman horny.
He went and sat down in the chair he had vacated.
“Amy, come and lie over my lap.”
She moved towards him, her tits swaying with every movement and her h*ps swinging. He’d gladly spend the rest of his days getting Amy to walk towards him. She was such a tempting morsel.
Gabriel felt his c**k twitch as she lay over his knees. He ran a hand down the line of her back. The beautiful curvature of her body was something he would love to see brought to life in a painting. He was an ass and tit man.