Chapter Ten
The seconds ticked by as he waited for his wife’s answer, marked by the beats of his heart. Christ, he was turning into a sentimental old fool where Lissa was concerned. But he needed her consent, to know that she was truly on board with this. Why this need drove him so hard, he didn’t dare examine too closely.
He shifted his hips, to relieve some of his self-inflicted blue balls syndrome, and a moan escaped his girl’s plump lips. Her expressive eyes widened, her pupils dilating further as her breathing got choppier.
“Yes, I do, please just—”
She melted into him, when he kissed her, her submission a sweet gift indeed, and Gabe couldn’t wait one more second.
He broke the kiss and got to his knees to reach the rope tucked away at the headboard.
Another one of those telling gasps made him grin, when he held it up for her to see.
“Good girl. I’m going to tie you up now. Remember your safewords if this gets too much for you.”
“Green, Daddy.” The speed with which she replied made his chest ache in emotion, and he smiled down on her, as he proceeded to wrap the rope around her wrists. Every tug, every knot, brought more whimpers of need from Lissa, and pitched him effortlessly into the dominant headspace he craved.
He took his time, checking the knots and drinking in her sweet moans and sighs, as he fastened a chest harness to frame her amazing tits, and then brought the rope around her hips to secure her lush thighs.
By the time he was finished, the sheet under her butt was soaked through with her arousal and Lissa, herself, had drifted away, if the unfocused look in her eyes was any indication.
So, fucking responsive and perfect for him. As though she’d been made just for him. Sitting back on his heels Gabe let his gaze roam over his wife’s ample curves, while he kept up a steady stream of reassuring words to keep her floating in her happy space. Was there anything more delightful than to see your woman’s flesh held in by ropes, marked by your hands, with her helpless to take whatever he decided to do to her?
Christ, she really is mine.
His dick jerked with that possessive thought, and Gabe groaned. With her legs splayed open all her juicy cunt was on display. Her clit stood proudly erect at the top of her hood, testament to how turned on she was. Her lips looked swollen and so very pink and needy, while her little hole quivered, expelling more of her cream. Gabe did what he’d wanted to from the beginning. Grasping hold of her ass cheeks, he bent his head and tasted heaven. Lissa’s thighs quivered around his head, and another gush of her sweet musk was his reward, as were the incomprehensible sounds spilling from her lips, as he ate her out. Every lick of his tongue resulted in more of her arousal for him to taste, until Gabe couldn’t stand it anymore. Drinking in her taste, her very essence, he took her cum all the way back to the other hole he intended to claim. If not today, then soon. This woman would be his in all ways.
Lissa groaned long and hard when he pushed his tongue past that tight ring of muscle, while he set his thumb to her clit and rubbed hard. His sweet girl did not disappoint in her response. She tumbled into an orgasm so intense she soaked his face, as her whole body shook in her climax. Gabe looked up her bound curves and grinned.
Head thrown back, eyes tightly closed, she panted her release, seemingly lost in a world of pleasure.
“That’s my girl, you ride those waves. There’s plenty more of those to come.”
Reaching across her he pulled out the butterfly vibrator he kept in the drawer. It was a matter of moments to secure the device to her pussy, and Lissa screamed when he turned it on. Her eyes flew open, and her whole body went rigid as he adjusted the speed to maximum pleasure and her sensitive tissues responded.
“Oh my God, no, not again. I can’t … God, yes. Yes.”
Gabe crawled back up her body, until his dick rested just at her entrance and smiled down on her.
“Yes, you can, as many times as I say you can. I’m going to fuck you now. Eyes on me.”
When she complied, he flexed his hips and sank into bliss, as her pussy walls trembled around him, milking his cock in rhythmic ripples as she rode out her orgasms. With their gazes locked he pulled almost all the way out and then rocked back into her body. In this moment they were one, linked together not only by their bodies, but their minds, their connection a palpable force between them, as he increased his space.
Sweat gathered between his shoulder blades, dripping into his eyes, as he lost himself inside his wife, gathering the speed he needed to chase his rapidly building orgasm. The bed shook with the force of their coupling, as he truly let go, secure in the knowledge that she was with him every step, shaking around him, her incoherent whimpers the biggest turn-on yet. His balls drew tight, and he had to close his eyes, as the force of his own climax forced a guttural shout from his lips.
“Fuck, yes, you’re mine. So fucking good, baby.”
The room spun, and he pushed in deep, and stayed there, filling his girl up to the brim with his seed, while he buried his face in her neck. He had the foresight to switch off the butterfly still clipped to her before he collapsed on top of her. They fought for breath together, her heartbeat a thundering presence under his ear, as he used her tits for a cushion, and willed his legs to move. When he could draw even breaths into his lungs, he lifted off his girl to find her still trembling in aftershocks. Flushed and breathless, she looked utterly done in. Tender protectiveness welled up inside him, and he brushed his lips across hers while murmuring to her.
“There, now, baby girl. Let’s get you out of all this, shall we?”
A needy whimper was his only response, and her wince as he removed the butterfly tore at his soul.
“I know, sweetheart. I was hard on you, forgive me.” He proceeded to unwrap her ropes one by one, and by the time he was done, and massaged her arms to get the circulation going, she seemed more with it. The caveman in him loved seeing the marks left behind on her skin. He traced the harness marks on her rack with his fingertips, and Lissa’s breathing sped up again.
“Daddy?” Her whisper brought his attention off her breasts, and when he looked at her, tears were shimmering in her expressive eyes.
“Welcome back, sweetheart.” He cupped her face in his hands and rested his forehead on hers.
“Did I do okay?” The hesitant question tore at his heartstrings, and, pulling back a little, he smiled down on her.
“More than okay, my love.” Her full lips trembled in a smile, and he kissed away the tear running down her cheek. An action which made her cry harder and cursing under his breath, Gabe pulled her onto his lap and into a clearly much needed hug.
“I’m sorry, I … I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Lissa clung to him as she uttered those heart-wrenching words, and Gabe held her tighter.
“Shush, my love, it’s okay. I know. It will pass. Just let me hold you for a while. Cry if you need to, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”
How long Gabe sat holding his precious bundle of curves on his lap, while whispering nonsense into her hair, he couldn’t say, but, eventually, she calmed down and the stranglehold she had on his biceps lessened. He was half expecting to see crescent shaped gouges in his skin when he slowly extricated himself out of her grasp.
Reaching across to the nightstand he grabbed the glass of water and lifted it up to Lissa’s lips.
“Here, slow sips now, mind you. I don’t want you to be sick.”
Lissa eagerly complied, and when she’d drained most of the glass she sagged back against him, while her baby blues focused on him. Too wide and innocent, those azure orbs drew him in and almost made him utter the words burning a hole in in his throat.
She was too fragile to hear them now, and besides, he was a goddamn sentimental old fool for even thinking them. This … this dam of emotions which threatened to burst forth, he hadn’t counted on. Then again, perhaps he shouldn’t be surprised. Lissa was far too good for the likes of him, and he should probably rot in hell for having her tied to him like this, both physically and emotionally, but so be it.
She was his now, and he wouldn’t ever find the strength to let her go again.
He forced his lips into a semblance of a smile for her, even though his jaw ached with the force required to unclench it enough to enable him to do so. He must have managed it, however, because his precious girl smiled up at him. The way she looked at him…
Fuck.
As though he’d hung the sun and the moon for her. Gabe was all too painfully aware that he would no doubt try to do just that if she asked it of him. The need to look after her, to protect her at all costs was like a knife digging into his side.
“Better, little one?” He inwardly grimaced at the hoarse quality of his voice.
Lissa nodded and laid her head on his shoulder.
“Yes, just … why did I do that, Daddy?”
Gabe took a deep breath in and willed his cock to behave, because that fucker was hardening by the second, now that he knew she was okay. When she called him Daddy in that breathy, “come fuck me” voice… Well, fuck him from here to next week. He wanted her again.
“It’s not unusual for a submissive to experience heightened emotions after a scene, Lissa. Like I said I was hard on you, and this was your first proper scene, so I’m not surprised.” He took another deep breath and cupped her chin to make her look at him. “I’m sorry, if I was too hard, but you’re so beautifully responsive, I…”
Words failed him at her smile in response. It lit up her whole being, made him feel ten feet tall, and the knot in his gut unraveled slowly.
“You weren’t, Daddy. It was…” She chewed her bottom lip with her little white teeth, and the cutest frown appeared between her eyes as she mulled over what she was going to say.
“Jesus, girl, don’t do that.” Lissa jumped at his growled command, and he forced another smile on his lips while he proceeded in a gentler tone of voice. “And for the love of God, don’t call me Daddy unless we’re in a scene because it makes me want to do all sorts of other perverted things to you, and you’re up not for another round yet.” His cock jerked under her ass, and she gasped when she noticed. “Ignore that. He’s like a fucking teenage boy around you, it seems.”
Her expressive eyes widened in pure mischief, and the little minx wiggled her hips and giggled. Giggled!
Gabe growled his annoyance and swatted her ass just once. Not really hard enough to leave the faintest of marks, but he got his point across for sure.
“Enough, girl, behave.”
Lissa sobered and murmured an apology. Her face fell when he picked her up and put her back down on the bed.
“Stay here.” He dropped a kiss on her nose in an effort to reassure her. “I’m going to run you a bath, and there is chocolate dessert in the fridge with your name on it. Just the ticket for sore li’l subbies if you ask me.” He winked at her to show he wasn’t annoyed, and her little frame visibly relaxed.
“Chocolate does sound heavenly, Da… I mean Gabe.” The most delightful blush spread across her cheeks when he got off the bed and her gaze dropped to his cock. Fully erect again, that fucker bobbed up to his navel, and Gabe’s hands shook as he grabbed a pair of joggers out of the wardrobe and pulled them up and over his erection.
“How you can still blush is beyond me, girl, but I love to see it. Now stay and relax. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
It took longer than he anticipated to run the bath, not least because he felt compelled to light several candles and forgo the harsh artificial light in that room to illuminate the space. By the time he’d brewed her some tea, set up the chocolate mousse on the side, and made it back to her side she was asleep.
Gabe stood and watched the rise and fall of her chest for a little while before he picked her up. A moan came from his girl, and her arms lifted around his neck as she snuggled back into his neck.
“Come on, sweetheart, I know you want to sleep, but we need to clean you up.”
“Not fair, was cozy.”
Gabe swallowed a laugh and then stepped into the bath with her in his arms. There had been no time to take off his joggers and besides, he didn’t trust himself with her all wet and naked in his arms. Far better to have a barrier between his cock and her sweet cunt.
Lissa giggled again when she realized. Giggles which turned into moans and sighs as he set to wash her down gently and then proceeded to feed her the mousse.
The water had run cool by the time he stepped out from behind her, pulled off the soggy joggers and wrapped a towel around his hips. The little minx watched him from under hooded eyes, a lazy, cat-that-got-the-cream, look on her face, and he shook his head at her sass.
“Behave, I’m going to change the sheets and then come and get you. Don’t fall asleep.”
A yawn was her response and a sleepy, “I’ll try, Daddy.”
Fuck him, he was never going to lose that damn boner at this rate.
****
Lissa smiled to herself as Gabe stalked away, muttering to himself. With her belly full and her body glowing in the aftermath of his care, she shut her eyes and let her mind wander. Who knew such utter bliss was possible? Not her, for sure. The care Gabe had showed in looking after her, the way he held her, looked at her with such emotion in his gaze… A girl could get used to that, crave it even. It was almost better than sex … almost. Nothing compared to the orgasmic torture he’d subjected her to. Her pussy tingled in remembered pleasure and her sore bits clamped down on thin air, as memories of being utterly owned by him swamped her. Her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples peaked, aching for his touch. The urge to touch herself was almost irresistible, but he hadn’t given her permission to do so. Somehow, she doubted he would look too kindly on that, and the need to please him, to see the approval in his dark features, and to be the cause of that private smile he reserved just for her, drove her hard.
The cynical side of her told her to get a grip. For all she knew he smiled at every woman he bedded like that. The mere thought of other women made her gut clench, and she sat up straighter, hands balled into fists. She recognized the acid churning in her belly for what it was. Jealousy, pure and simple. Red hot and all consuming, it took her breath away, and made her scowl at him when he reentered the bathroom.
“Whoa, there, girl, since when do you look at Daddy like that?”
The censure in his deep voice made her feel even more wretched, pulled the proverbial rug out from under her feet, and she sought refuge in anger. Anything to stop the images of him with a succession of women bombarding her brain.
“How many women have you had?”
Gabe blinked as though surprised at that question, and her stomach churned anew when he widened his stance and crossed his arms over his chest. Only he could look utterly menacing like that when clad in nothing but a towel. A drop of water fell out of his still damp hair, and she followed the path of that drop as it made its way down over his hairy chest, danced along his six pack for a while and eventually disappeared into the towel.
“Jesus, girl, how can you ask me that while you’re looking at me like that?”
The towel tented in front of her eyes, and Lissa’s breaths grew choppier, as her body grew pliant and wet for him.
“Get out of the bath, baby.”
He held his hand out for her to grasp. and when she took it, yanked her out of there and in front of him. He wrapped a large, warm, fluffy towel around her, before he pulled her into his frame and kissed her.
Not just any kiss either, but tender, yet demanding ownership of her mouth, which left her breathlessly clinging onto him for support. His hand fisted in her damp hair, and the sweet sting of pain only served to excite her further. Lord help her, she’d turned into raving nymphomaniac around him it seemed. By the time he released her mouth with an animalistic growl that reverberated through every fiber of her being, she was so ready to jump him again.
Not that Gabe let her, of course. He studied her instead, his face all harsh angles and dangerous intent, and she murmured her apology.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.” Lissa dropped her gaze to his collarbone unable to stand the intensity of his gaze any longer.
Gabe sighed, and hand still wrapped in her hair guided her out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom.
“I should pummel your ass for this, girl, but I have a better punishment in mind for you.” He released her and stepped away. “Drop the towel, girl, and get on the bed on all fours, butt up in the air, shoulders down.”
It didn’t even occur to Lissa to not comply with that demand because this was Gabe in stern Daddy mode, and heaven help her if she didn’t want to please him. Craved this side of him and the freedom to be found in submission.
“Good girl.” That grumbled praise made her smile into the fresh covers, and she held her breath as she heard him rummage around. The pop of a lid coming off made her stomach flip over in anticipation. The bed dipped, and then he was behind her, his body heat seeping into her, as he grasped her butt cheeks and squeezed hard. Her pussy clenched, and Gabe laughed.
“Such a naughty little wife I’ve got. You’re so turned on my cock would slide right back in here wouldn’t it?” He slipped one hand lower, through her wet folds, until he could slide two fingers knuckle deep into her channel.
Oversensitive muscles protested that move, even as the slight sting of pain made her embarrassingly wet. Gabe thrust those digits in and out of her pussy a few times. The wet noises should have been mortally embarrassing, but this was Gabe, her husband, her Daddy, and under his appreciative murmurs at her response there was no room for shame. Just red-hot arousal which made her pant in need and meant her hips took on a life of their own, seeking more of him. She pushed against his digits, and Gabe laughed.
“Yes, so very naughty. You’d let me fuck this sweet cunt again, wouldn’t you, girl?”
“Yes, Daddy, please, please…”
Spirals of desire radiated out from his fingers in her cunt, and Lissa was so close, so damn close again, it wasn’t even real.
“Yes, you want Daddy’s cock again, don’t you, girl? How about in here?”
He slipped what felt like one well lubed finger into her butthole, and Lissa gasped at the strange sensation. Something cold dribbled down between her ass cheeks and then there was more pressure as Gabe added another finger.
“Oh, God, I can’t. I never … fuck.”
Gabe pushed another finger inside that forbidden place, stretching her, and Lissa could barely breathe. That felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time.
“I was going to wait to claim this hole, but I think I’ll fuck you right here and now. What do you say, my sweet? Will you let Daddy sink his big fat cock into that tiny hole?”
Gabe’s voice dropped an octave taking on that deep, dark delicious growl which meant she had to obey him.
“Have you been a good girl and used those butt plugs I told you to?”
Lissa screwed her eyes shut and swallowed hard. She’d balked at the demand at the time, but curiosity had won out in the end. So, yeah, she’d dabbled.
A hard swat to her ass took her breath away, and she moaned the loss of his fingers in her butt.
“Answer your Daddy, girl. I need to know if you’re ready for this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The concern behind those grumbled words, his voice harsh with need, proved her undoing, and she somehow managed to get the words out of her parched throat.
“Yes, I did, but I only used the first two.”
The kiss between her shoulder blades took her by surprise, and then his fingers were probing, stretching her to the brink of pain.
“I see, well we can work with that. I’ll be careful, but I need to be in you.”
He pushed in deeper, twisted his fingers, awakening untold nerve endings, and Lissa groaned.
“Please, green, Daddy, please, I need… Oh God, so full.”
Speech became impossible as the pressure in her butt increased.
“Relax, baby, blow out, and push against me. That’s it. That’s so fucking it. Fuck.”
Through the haze of pleasurable pain, Lissa smiled at the words delivered in staccato pants of air. To know she affected him like this was a heady aphrodisiac indeed. It made her determined to take any kind of pain for him, to do this for him, even if it killed her, even if she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week without wincing.
In the end there was little pain, as he bottomed out inside of her, his harsh breaths in her neck testament to how much this turned him on, and then he started to move. Slowly at first, and then with ever increasing speed. Muscles stretched, nerves tingled, and Lissa flew headlong into an orgasm so intense she saw stars. Different from the ones she had before, yet no less intense, she shuddered and screamed, dimly aware of Gabe following her over that cliff into ecstasy. They collapsed together on the bed with Gabe rolling them onto their side, his cock still deeply lodged in her butt. Eventually it softened and slipped out of her. Lissa couldn’t help her wince of pain, which brought Gabe’s concerned face into her view.
“You’re okay, baby?” he asked.
“Fine, I just … I never knew it was possible to come like that.” Heat stained her cheeks, and Gabe’s expression grew tender.
“Oh, sweetheart, anal orgasms are entirely possible if you know what you’re doing. You, my sweet, are beautifully responsive.” He kissed her, and Lissa sighed into his mouth.
“If you say so.”
That response earned her a mock glare, before he got out of bed and padded away. She didn’t have time to wonder what he was up to, before he was back, warm washcloth in hand and proceeded to clean her butt and thighs gently.
“There, that’ll do,” he said as he flung the washcloth on the floor and tucked her into his side, as he stretched out with her under the covers.
“Now, go to sleep, girl. I don’t know about you, but I’m fucking knackered now.”
Lissa grinned and snuggled into his chest.
“So, was I better than these other women you’ve had?”
Gabe’s deep sigh made her hold her breath, especially as his muscles tensed. He didn’t grow angry though, as she thought he might, just blew out a breath and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Girl, I’m no saint. You know that. Yes, there has been more pussy in my life than I can count, but they didn’t mean anything. None of them were my wife.”
The emphasis he put on that one word gave her a warm glow inside, and she smiled into his chest as she twirled her fingers around his chest hair and tugged.
“Watch it, girl.”
Lissa pushed herself up slightly to be able to see his expression, and everything inside her just melted at the tenderness in his gaze. Oh, sweet Jesus, this Gabe she could so easily fall in love with. Maybe she already had?
“So, is that your cock-eyed way of saying I’m different?” she asked.
“Of course, you’re fucking different, woman. Those others were just holes to fill.”
She flinched at the rude words, and Gabe kissed her nose.
“Forgive me, you know what I mean. Why all these questions, babe?”
Lissa swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat and forced herself to ask the next question.
“I just wanted to know. What about my mum?” She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, and she hurried on lest she run out of courage. “I mean, I heard Papa say he took her away from you so…”
“Your father is a cock-sucking asshole who never deserved your mother, Lissa, and no. She was different, or she would have been. I never fucked your mother, babe. We were friends, and I loved her like a sister, that’s all. Jesus, girl, do you honestly think I could be here with you like this, if we’d ever been an item?” He wrapped his hand back in her hair, forcing her gaze up, and she could read the sincerity in his eyes. “I might be a monster, but even I’m not such a cold-hearted bastard.”
Lissa gasped and reached out to run her fingers through his beard.
“I don’t think you’re a monster, Gabe.”
He blinked once, and then smiled.
“Ah, you don’t know me that well yet, my sweet.”
He released his hold on her, and Lissa snuggled back down into his side. She wanted to deny that notion, but she was all too painfully aware that he was right. They’d spent little time together so far, and what there had been of it had been emotionally charged to say the least. Maybe that’s all this was and the ache in her chest had nothing to do with her having fallen in love with her husband after all. Silence fell between them, and eventually his even breaths told her he must be asleep. It took her a hell of a lot longer, for sure.