She heard him enter through the front door, and she quickly rid the clothes from her body and put on the nightgown he’d picked out for her that morning. He was always buying her clothes or presents. The silk slid over her body, and she knew it was expensive by the way it fell around her, moulding to her shape. She gave her hair a brush before going downstairs.
Gabriel had given her a set of instructions for her to follow when he arrived home. She never wore any make-up, and he requested she didn’t wear any.
When she was on the stairs he called to her.
“Amy, baby. Come into the sitting room.” Her heart raced, and her desire flooded the panties she wore. She checked her hair as she passed a mirror, paying no notice to the few burn marks on her arms. Gabriel thought she was beautiful, and his opinion was the only one that mattered to her.
She knocked on the sitting room door before she let herself in. The moment she entered Gabriel was the only man whom she saw. He was her whole world. She never thought she’d have a life with happiness after she’d married Steven. Gabriel had proven her wrong with everything.
“You look stunning, but I can see you’ve done something wrong, angel,” he said. She adored the pet names he called her.
“What did I do wrong?” she asked.
“You’re wearing panties. I don’t want you to wear panties.”
She pulled her panties off immediately, noticing William in the chair in the far corner of the room. He was seated, drinking some amber liquid from a whiskey glass. Their conversation about Dean’s book had delved into a secret fantasy she had of being watched with Gabriel. She didn’t desire another man’s touch, but being watched was completely different.
Amy turned back to Gabriel sending him her questions with one look.
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Gabriel had thought long and hard all day about inviting William back to his house. He wanted to show Amy there was nothing in this world he wouldn’t provide for her, and that included all of her sexual fantasies. Being the owner of a BDSM club William had participated in many scenes where his only role was to watch. Gabriel trusted him with Amy. What went on in the privacy of their own home would remain with the three people inside that room.
“William is going to watch you, but he’s not going to participate. Do you know why?” Gabriel asked. He saw the heat in William’s eyes and knew the other man desired his woman.
She shook her head. Gabriel walked over to where she stood. He picked up her panties off the floor and put them in his pocket. The wetness was clear on them. He captured her face in his hands and tilted her head back to face him.
“Because you’re my woman, and I don’t share.”
“I’ll always be yours.”
“Good. I want you to know that if anything happens that you don’t want, simply say the word ‘stop’, and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
He stared into her eyes several more moments before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “This is your fantasy, baby. If you don’t want me to go through with it, tell me.”
She nodded her head then kissed his cheek. “I trust you.”
He kissed her deeply, his tongue delving between her lips in a searing, mind-blowing kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Gabriel rested his head against hers, inhaling her citrus scent. “Go upstairs on your knees before our bed. Don’t touch yourself or doing anything to give yourself pleasure.”
Amy had admitted she liked it when he gave her instructions. She kissed him and then left. They didn’t do anything more, but they did explore their fantasies with each other. Amy was flowering, and he loved her more every time she opened up to him.
After several minutes had passed he turned to William. “Are you sure you can just watch?”
“She’s incredibly sexy. I don’t watch anymore for the club, but I’ll watch you with Amy. She deserves every ounce of pleasure you can give her,” William said.
Gabriel tossed back his whiskey and then loosened his shirt. “Follow me.”
Gabriel made sure the doors were locked before making his way upstairs. William followed behind him, keeping his distance. He opened the door to his bedroom. Amy knelt in the position he had shown her, on her knees, head bowed low and her hands resting on her thighs. The nightshirt covered her, but was sheer enough for him to see her body through. He’d bought it with the intention of removing it from her body.
He gestured to the chair in the corner while he walked over to his woman. Gabriel stroked her head, her long black curls running through his fingers. He didn’t need the punishment anymore, but he still enjoyed this part.
“Give me your hand,” he said.
She raised her hand, which he took and pulled her to her feet. Her head remained down. Gabriel lifted her night gown over her body. William gasped in the background, but he drowned the noise out. This was their time together. He wanted Amy to have everything without fear. She deserved it, and he loved her so damn much. They’d experimented with the silk ties. He’d been shocked when she’d asked him to try them on her. It was a pleasure he wouldn’t deny himself. She kept her head down as he tied one wrist to one end of the bed with the silk ties he’d bought for the special occasion. He took her other hand, laid a kiss on her pulse and tied her to the other end. Her arms spread wide, and her back was facing him.
He ran his hands down each side of her body, feeling every curve and quiver of her body where he touched. Her ass was gorgeously rounded and gained his attention. He dipped down to her pu**y, feeling the wetness spilling out of her core.
She was aroused. He pushed two fingers inside her cunt, feeling her grip him tightly. In the last few months he’d done nothing but f**k her every second he got, and she was still tight. Her moans made his dick pulse in his pants. The need to bend her over and take her was strong. He knew he needed to hold onto his control to allow her time to enjoy her pleasure.
He moved away from her to gain control of himself. Amy had asked him to do this for her. She wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her. He’d locked his playroom and given her the only key to the room. If she wanted more, Amy had control over when it happened. If she wanted to do more then he’d be more than happy to oblige, but he didn’t need it anymore. They were joining William’s BDSM club because she wanted to know more. He was willing to explore this with her. Running a hand down his face, he counted to ten, and then he was ready.