Happy middle of the week to you guys. Even though I have a new release out, I'm going to continue with Gabe's Revenge for while longer. Today's is a continuation of last week's. You will recall they'd just gotten married and were in the car on the way to their honeymoon. If you missed last week's you can read it here.
Fuck him, if she wasn’t turned on. Her nipples practically waved at him, hard little points poking through the delicate lace of her wedding dress, and the bouquet she was still clutching in a white knuckled grip trembled. Her little teeth worried her bottom lip, and her breaths grew shallow. Aroused, confused at her reaction to him, and afraid all at the same time. Such an interesting contradiction she was, and all his to do with as he pleased.
“You wouldn’t, not here. I mean your driver, he…”
Gabe raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“The partition is up, and even if it wasn’t, he’s seen far worse. Wouldn’t bother him at all, but I’d wager it would disturb you greatly to have him see your ass, and to witness how wet you’re already getting at the mere mention of my hand on your backside.”
Lissandra shook her head and squirmed on her seat. He caught the tightening of her thighs, and relief lightened his tense shoulders. He hadn’t read the situation completely wrong then. His new wife might be an innocent, and she clearly struggled with her instinctive reactions to his words, but she also responded to his dominance, no doubt craved it on a subliminal level.
“How dare you, I don’t. I mean, I’m not … that’s just wrong.”
“Why?”
Her eyes widened at his one syllable question, and this time when he held his hand out again she took it. A gentle pull brought her closer to him, and he buried his other hand in her hair to hold her still. His slight tug on the soft, fragrant tresses brought forth another moan from his wife, and bending his head, he hovered his lips over hers.
Their breaths mingled, hers choppy and far too fast, his more even, yet harsh, as his dick forcibly reminded him where he wanted to be. Drinking in her scent, made ten times more potent by her fear mixed in with her unwilling arousal, meant he had to taste her again, and fuck the surroundings.
“Why what?” he murmured, before he closed the distance and kissed her. She didn’t even try to resist him, opened her mouth on a whimper and kissed him back the minute their tongues touched. Like it had before in the church, passion flared between them, raw, breathtaking, immediate, all-consuming. Her bouquet fell to the floor, and her hands went around his neck, her fingernails digging into his skin, as their kiss grew ever more passionate. She climbed onto his lap of her own accord, straddling him, and Gabe groaned as his roaming hands encountered the silky flesh of her inner thigh.
Fuck him, she was wearing stockings. The heat of her pussy called him, as his fingers traveled higher, encountering the damp gusset of the tiny strip of lace covering her. Her hips bucked against his questing fingers, her gasp music in his ears.
With the last remnants of sanity Gabe still possessed as lust short-circuited his brain, he pulled away slightly to study her, while he kept up his gentle exploration of her slit through the fabric. She grew even wetter under his fingertips, and eyes still firmly closed tried to kiss him again.
He pulled her hair, and she moaned.
“Please, I need… God, please don’t stop.”
Another, far harder tug to her long tresses made her open her eyes, and Gabe groaned. With pupils so dilated only a small ring of blue remained, she looked like a woman on the edge, begging to be fucked.
“Please what?” He ground the words out through gritted teeth, tugged her head back more, and ran his nose along the delicate arch of her neck, inhaling deeply. Fuck, she smelled so good. If he didn’t put a stop to this, he would soon be past the point of no return, and she deserved more than a quick fuck in the back of his car, dammit.
Then again, it would mean she was finally his in every way, and if there was a welcoming committee of any kind at the marina, they’d at least have had this moment. What did they say? A woman never forgot her first, and by hell, he’d make sure she’d never forget this moment for fucking sure.
“Little one, what do you call me?”
He bit down slightly, and she groaned when he soothed that sting with his lips and kissed his way back to her mouth before he pulled back to study her once more.
Lissandra licked her lips, making him want to kiss her, and his cock jerked in his pants. He was in real danger of coming on the spot like a fucking teenager, and that hadn’t happened to him in a long time. Then again, he couldn’t recall a time when he’d wanted a woman as much as he wanted his wife.
Brows drawn together in confusion, Lissa seemed to mull this over, and he knew the minute it dawned on her what he was getting at. Her eyes softened, her breathing sped up, and she whispered her reply.
“Please, Si… Daddy, please, I want you.”
Fuck!
She dropped her head, as though embarrassed at what she’d just said, and Gabe damn well near swallowed his tongue. That dynamic had never featured much on his radar, but hearing her call him “Daddy” in that breathy, needy voice, while she grew even wetter against his questing digits, stroking along her still covered slit, hell yeah.
“Say that again, baby girl.”
She closed her eyes and tried to shake her head, but he was having none of that.
“I said, say that again, or you will earn that trip over Daddy’s knee.”
“You wouldn’t, not here. I mean your driver, he…”
Gabe raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“The partition is up, and even if it wasn’t, he’s seen far worse. Wouldn’t bother him at all, but I’d wager it would disturb you greatly to have him see your ass, and to witness how wet you’re already getting at the mere mention of my hand on your backside.”
Lissandra shook her head and squirmed on her seat. He caught the tightening of her thighs, and relief lightened his tense shoulders. He hadn’t read the situation completely wrong then. His new wife might be an innocent, and she clearly struggled with her instinctive reactions to his words, but she also responded to his dominance, no doubt craved it on a subliminal level.
“How dare you, I don’t. I mean, I’m not … that’s just wrong.”
“Why?”
Her eyes widened at his one syllable question, and this time when he held his hand out again she took it. A gentle pull brought her closer to him, and he buried his other hand in her hair to hold her still. His slight tug on the soft, fragrant tresses brought forth another moan from his wife, and bending his head, he hovered his lips over hers.
Their breaths mingled, hers choppy and far too fast, his more even, yet harsh, as his dick forcibly reminded him where he wanted to be. Drinking in her scent, made ten times more potent by her fear mixed in with her unwilling arousal, meant he had to taste her again, and fuck the surroundings.
“Why what?” he murmured, before he closed the distance and kissed her. She didn’t even try to resist him, opened her mouth on a whimper and kissed him back the minute their tongues touched. Like it had before in the church, passion flared between them, raw, breathtaking, immediate, all-consuming. Her bouquet fell to the floor, and her hands went around his neck, her fingernails digging into his skin, as their kiss grew ever more passionate. She climbed onto his lap of her own accord, straddling him, and Gabe groaned as his roaming hands encountered the silky flesh of her inner thigh.
Fuck him, she was wearing stockings. The heat of her pussy called him, as his fingers traveled higher, encountering the damp gusset of the tiny strip of lace covering her. Her hips bucked against his questing fingers, her gasp music in his ears.
With the last remnants of sanity Gabe still possessed as lust short-circuited his brain, he pulled away slightly to study her, while he kept up his gentle exploration of her slit through the fabric. She grew even wetter under his fingertips, and eyes still firmly closed tried to kiss him again.
He pulled her hair, and she moaned.
“Please, I need… God, please don’t stop.”
Another, far harder tug to her long tresses made her open her eyes, and Gabe groaned. With pupils so dilated only a small ring of blue remained, she looked like a woman on the edge, begging to be fucked.
“Please what?” He ground the words out through gritted teeth, tugged her head back more, and ran his nose along the delicate arch of her neck, inhaling deeply. Fuck, she smelled so good. If he didn’t put a stop to this, he would soon be past the point of no return, and she deserved more than a quick fuck in the back of his car, dammit.
Then again, it would mean she was finally his in every way, and if there was a welcoming committee of any kind at the marina, they’d at least have had this moment. What did they say? A woman never forgot her first, and by hell, he’d make sure she’d never forget this moment for fucking sure.
“Little one, what do you call me?”
He bit down slightly, and she groaned when he soothed that sting with his lips and kissed his way back to her mouth before he pulled back to study her once more.
Lissandra licked her lips, making him want to kiss her, and his cock jerked in his pants. He was in real danger of coming on the spot like a fucking teenager, and that hadn’t happened to him in a long time. Then again, he couldn’t recall a time when he’d wanted a woman as much as he wanted his wife.
Brows drawn together in confusion, Lissa seemed to mull this over, and he knew the minute it dawned on her what he was getting at. Her eyes softened, her breathing sped up, and she whispered her reply.
“Please, Si… Daddy, please, I want you.”
Fuck!
She dropped her head, as though embarrassed at what she’d just said, and Gabe damn well near swallowed his tongue. That dynamic had never featured much on his radar, but hearing her call him “Daddy” in that breathy, needy voice, while she grew even wetter against his questing digits, stroking along her still covered slit, hell yeah.
“Say that again, baby girl.”
She closed her eyes and tried to shake her head, but he was having none of that.
“I said, say that again, or you will earn that trip over Daddy’s knee.”
Revenge is best served cold…
Gabriel Henshaw is nothing but a monster—a ruthless killer—that’s what Lissa Andrini has always been told. Sold to the man by her own father, she fears for her life, yet she can’t help the insane pull she feels to him. It has to be some form of Stockholm syndrome, surely? It couldn’t possibly be the effect of his Dominant nature effortlessly pulling her under his spell and awakening her latent submissive side.
Beating Andrini to a bloody pulp soothes Gabe’s rage temporarily, but that leaves his daughter. Were it not for a promise to her mother, he’d refuse this payment, not least because Lissa Andrini awakens all of his protective and carnal instincts. The perfect counterfoil for his darker needs and desires, she has the power to bring him to his knees.
Can love flourish when you’re a pawn in a dangerous game?
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, anal sex, Daddy Dom/little girl play
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Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.
D xxxx
Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.
D xxxx
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