His hand tightened into her hair and he gave it a tug, forcing her to lift her chin and expose her long ivory neck to him. "Do you want to play Beth?" His voice was so deep, and sexy. It was like liquid satin to her ears and she moaned her response. Yessss...! As her pussy ignited into a raging inferno and her panties grew increasingly wet with her arousal the only thing she could think about was allowing him to do anything he wanted to her. She wanted to give herself to him. Nothing would please and excite her more than pleasing the handsome man whose mouth was now making its way down her neck.
"Teach me Gabe," she managed to gasp, gripping tight to his shoulders. She pressed her body tighter to his, and felt the ridge of his arousal through their layers of clothing.
Once he reached her collarbone, he pulled away and took a step back from her and her body immediately longed to be back in his embrace. She was tempted to close the distance once more, but restrained herself. Instead, she stood in the center of the room, in her shorts and t-shirt waiting for him to tell her want he wanted. She may have been green when it came to this type of play, but she was hardly naive.
He rubbed his chin, which was showing just the faint hint of shadow. He looked so damned sexy, his gaze so piercing as his eyes leisurely examined every inch of her that it made her weak in the knees and sent her heart racing.
"Are you sure?" His eyes locked onto hers.
Beth nodded. "Yes." His expression darkened, like he was expecting more. "Yes... Master?"
A soft growl like noise came from him, and his eyes lit up with excitement and pleasure. "Smart girl. I like that."
A rush of pride raced through her. She could do this and she was going to love it. She fought the grin of delight that threatened to touch her lips. She doubted that would be welcome in this scenario.
"You know about safewords, I assume?"
She nodded, her stomach doing flip flops. She was nervous and excited and a hundred other emotions all at once. Her nervousness had more to do with not knowing what would happen exactly, and nothing to do with her trust in him. It was at that moment she realized just how much she did trust him.
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Gabriel was so hard he thought he was going to explode. He didn't expect her to be so open and willing and certainly didn't expect to be doing this now. He could see a slight nervousness in her eyes, so he had to keep reminding himself to take things easy on her. When she called him Master, in her soft, sweet voice; it was like fucking music to his ears. Now he just had to figure out what he was going to do with her for the first session. First of many he hoped.
"Think of a safeword and tell me what it is after you've undressed for me."
She hesitated. "Anything, Master?"
There was that Master again. He clinched his jaw holding himself back. She was a fucking dream come true. Anything."
She nodded and began to undress for him. Undressing slowly, provoking him with her stunning blue eyes. She grabbed the hem of her tight t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. She wasn't wearing anything under the top. His eyes lowered to her nice perky breasts, her large pink nipples begged him to take them in his mouth. Again, he restrained himself.
Beth tugged at the tie on her shorts and let them drop to the floor, kicking them aside. Next came the white cotton panties. She subconsciously tried to cover herself with her hands, but Gabriel was having none of that.
"Cross your hands behind your back. I want to see you." His voice sounded firmer than he actually felt. He realized her was actually nervous with her, unsure if he could get through a session without fucking her prematurely.
"Okay."
"Okay what?" he asked with stern eyes.
She gulped, her eyes flashing with desire as she licked her lower lip. "Okay Master."
A surge of satisfaction rushed through him as he walked over to her. "On your knees."
"Yes, Sir." she dropped to her knees before him, her mouth inches away from his restrained dick. Doing as told, she crossed her arms behind her back and then peered up at him.
His cock jerked in reaction. She looked damned sexy kneeling before him. "And what's the safeword?"
"Chef," she replied a touch of amusement in her eyes.
Cheeky little thing. He fought the smile threatening to emerge on his lips. "Chef it is. When you want this to stop you say the safeword. Understand?" This was going to be fun. He had no idea how long he'd be able to last before giving in to his urges and fucking her tight pussy. He suspected not as long as he'd hope to.
"Yes Sir."
"Good. Stay there and don't move a muscle."
"Yes Sir."
Chapter 10
Both excited and anxious, Beth watched Gabriel as he strode over to a large mahogany dresser and began to rummage through a number of the drawers. His back was to her and she took a moment to admire the contours of lean muscle. He was wearing his usual jogging pants, riding low on his hips, covering his tight ass.
Turning back to face her he had an item in each hand. The first held what she knew to be nipple clamps and a black satin blindfold. What kind of nipple clamps, she had no clue. The other hand was holding a length of rope. Her excitement rose with each step he took towards her. By the time he was standing directly in front of her again, his cock covered by just his pants was inches from her mouth. Her juices began to drip down her inner thighs as she waited. She spread her legs wider to help relive the pressure between them.
Gabriel dropped the nipple clamps to the floor and circled around Beth. She wanted to swivel her head to follow him, but had a feeling that when he said "don't move," he meant it.
"Have you ever been tied up Beth?" Gabriel asked. His lips were close to her ear, just grazing her lower lobe. She closed her eyes and savoured the feel of his closeness.
"Handcuffed to the bedpost, Sir." she could feel the heat colouring her cheeks at the admission, though she had no idea why. She had never in her entire lifetime talked about sex or past lovers with anyone, not even her closest girlfriends. She'd always been slightly shy when it came to talking about sex, so to even tell him that much was embarrassing, yet at the same time liberating for her.
Beth felt his hands on her upper arms and then the rope being looped from one arm to the other. He tightened the rope until he heard her breath hitch and knotted it. It didn't hurt so much as it was simply uncomfortable, but with her arms so far back, her chest was pushed forward, and her breasts thrust foreword and up. She moaned as his arms snaked their way around her and his palms cupped her breasts.