Oak, Sophie - Away From Me (Siren Publishing Classic) (14 page)

All hesitancy left his face. He turned very serious. “I love you, Gaby. I don’t know how good I am at it, though. It might not be worth much.”

A slow happiness was building in her veins. Her big, strong Dom was submitting to her. It was more than she would have imagined Cal could give. This was against his very nature, and yet, he had done this for her. In her dreams, she’d imagined him on one knee telling her how much she meant. But this was Callum. This was more romantic than a thousand roses. “Hush, now, slave. I’ll tell you when you can talk.”

His eyes flared, and it looked like he was going to tell her what she could do with her command. Gaby gave him a moment, and his mouth closed.

“Very good, slave.” Starting at his toes, she let her fingers trail up the firm muscles of his leg. The skin was smooth, and the dark hair on it felt crisp under her hand. “You’re quite a pretty slave. I wonder what I should do with you. Oh, my, this is a lovely bounty you have here.”

She stared down at his cock. It swelled before her eyes. It had gotten hard the minute she touched him, but now, it was reaching the epic proportions she was used to. She cupped his balls, and a pearly drop wept from the tip of his erection. She rolled his balls gently in the palm of her hand. A fine bead of sweat was breaking out on his forehead.

Gaby grinned. She knew exactly what he was feeling. He wanted to toss her on the bed, force her legs apart, and shove that big dick as far into her cunt as it would go. He wanted to fuck her so hard she would never forget who her Master was. Unfortunately, this was her show, and she planned to play it up before she ceded control again for good.

She looked over at the toys on the table. There was a nice sized vibrator and something else that caught her eye, a plastic plug. She was smiling as she picked up the vibe. Gaby turned it on and sank to the bed next to Cal. He moaned when she used the vibrating cock as a wand, rubbing it over his own weeping cock. Tied up as he was, Cal could do nothing except twist and writhe.

“That’s an impressive array of toys, slave.” Gaby let the vibe rub all along his skin. Cal’s head was back. His eyes closed as a low moan rumbled from his chest. He was drowning in sensation, and Gaby suddenly got why he loved to torture her. He was beautiful like this. Every muscle in his body was tense, his face tight. When he looked back up at her, his eyes were glazed with passion. She was giving this to him. It made her feel powerful, but there was also a sweet warmth to it. “Do you like this, slave?”

His head came up. There was a fire in his eyes as he pulled at his restraints. He would never be able to completely submit. He would be a good boy for now, Gaby realized, but there would be hell to pay later. Her pussy wept at the thought of Cal’s revenge. “You’re going to kill me, Gabrielle.”

“Gabrielle?” She mimicked Cal’s arrogant Dom tone.

A little grin crossed his face. “Mistress.”

“Better.” Gaby noted his cock was straining. The vein that ran on the underside of his cock was pulsing. He was getting close, and that just wouldn’t do. Gaby pulled the vibrator away. Her sweet, arrogant slave groaned in frustration. “Not yet, slave.”

She picked up another toy. It was a very flexible toy that tapered on one end and on the other end had a bulbous head to keep it locked inside the wearer. Gaby knew it well. “A butt plug, Cal? Seriously? You want to walk around with a plug up your ass?”

“No, Gaby…Mistress.” He seemed a little flustered. His hips pumped up as though his cock longed for the touch of the vibe again. “I think it sounds perfectly dreadful, but I’m willing to take it if it pleases you.”

Gaby straddled him. She rubbed her core against his straining cock. Even through the fabric of her shorts, she could feel how hard he was. She rubbed her clit along his dick and sighed at the sensation. Gaby leaned forward and shook that little piece of plastic in his face. She came out of her mistress role for a moment. “This is tiny, Cal. This is half the size of what you lovingly shove up my ass on a regular basis.”

His voice came out in breathless pants. “That is exactly the size I started you on, pet. I worked you up to a larger size so you could gradually accommodate this.” He pushed up against her, leaving no doubt as to what he meant.

Gaby tossed the plug on the tray. She wasn’t about to use it on him, but there was something he might enjoy. She leaned across him and picked up the lube. She coated her hands and then kneeled between his bound legs. She had read about this, but this was the first time she was in a position to try it. She winked at him as she leaned over and very deliberately licked from the base of his cock to the head. Cal’s breath came out as a long hiss.

“Relax, slave.”

Gaby leaned forward and took the head of Cal’s cock in her mouth, teasing it lightly with her tongue. While she ran her tongue all along the head of his cock, Gaby very gently parted the muscled cheeks of his ass. She licked the slit of his cock, sucking lightly to draw out the pre-cum. While Cal moaned and strained, Gaby started to work her middle finger into Cal’s tight asshole.

“Gaby!”

Gaby looked up as Cal squirmed. She remembered all the times they had played master and slave games. She knew exactly what to say to him. “You hold still, slave. This is my plaything to do with as I like. Your cock is mine. Your ass is mine, too. If I want to fuck your ass with my fingers, then I will. Unless you want to use your safe word. Just say ‘red,’ and I’ll stop.”

His face turned very stubborn, his sensual lips forming a flat line. He stopped moving, and his head found the pillow again. He seemed to try to relax. Gaby licked his cock like a lollipop. Her tongue curled around the ridge where the head met the thick stalk of his dick. All the while, she teased her finger into his tight hole. His anus resisted, trying to push her out. She rimmed the rigid hole with her well-lubed finger and pressed in. Cal groaned when she finally pushed past his initial resistance and sank in. Gaby sucked at her treat and twisted her finger deep inside his ass.

It was time to give her Master the ride of his life.

* * * *

Cal strained against the ropes. Chris had been right about his skill with the bondage arts. The restraints were perfectly tied to hold him but keep the circulation flowing. It was too perfect. He wished Linwood had proven a bit looser in his habits. Then he could pull his hands out and do what he wanted. He could take Gabrielle, throw her on her hands and knees, and fuck her like the animal he felt like. He needed her on a primal level. He’d been insane with the need to get inside her since she walked in the door and he’d realized she wasn’t walking back out.

Her mouth closed over his cock and sucked him deep. His cock was enveloped in the heat of her. Just as he adjusted to the feel of her sucking around him, she twisted the finger she’d shoved up his ass. It burned, and then she found some spot deep inside of him that made him twist, trying to get her to hit it again.

Prostate. Cal found the word he was looking for. It helped keep him from exploding in her mouth. His balls felt like they were about to explode. He couldn’t, wouldn’t come until she’d given him permission. He tried to concentrate on the foreign sensation.

He’d been shocked when she’d first done it. He wanted to protest, but a part of him was intrigued, too. He’d only explored a part of his sexuality, he realized. That little finger fucked in and out of his anus. She pressed deep and then dragged slowly back out. He shuddered as nerves he’d never known he had came roaring to life. There was so much more he and Gaby had to explore if he would just open himself to it.

Gaby swirled his cock in her mouth as she massaged a second finger deep into his ass. Cal nearly cried out. His whole body was ready to detonate, but he knew the game. Gaby was going to torture him, and he was going to take it. She wasn’t going to make it easy on him. She dragged her fingers over the nub of his prostate, and Cal thought he was going to scream. Between the softness of her mouth and the biting edge of her finger, he was losing the battle to not come.

Cal watched her head move up and down on his cock. Over and over again, she sucked him down. His cock was so hard it was a deep purple as it sank into Gaby’s little mouth. She opened as wide as she could when she took him to that soft place in the back of her throat, but she was still small. He could feel the edge of her teeth lightly scraping as he bucked up into her. She paused above him, giving him a wicked smile.

“Do you want to come, slave?”

“Please, Mistress.” He was past caring what she called him. If he’d been able, he would have pleaded on his hands and knees. He just wanted to release the tension. He wanted to flood her mouth with his cum and watch her drink him down.

A brilliant smile crossed her beautiful face. “Then come for me, Callum.”

Her mouth sucked him down with sexy greed. He watched his cock disappear, felt her tongue roll. He hissed as she rubbed the nub of his prostate, and he couldn’t hold back. His balls drew up, and he shot off like a rocket. He sighed and writhed as every bit of cum he had flowed from his cock into Gaby’s sweet mouth. She pulled her finger out and concentrated on licking him clean. He wanted so badly to tangle his hands in her hair, to whisper how much she pleased him.

Instead, Gaby gave his softening cock one last lick and then moved up his prone body. She loomed over him, a dreamy look on her face. She seemed utterly satisfied, and Cal knew he’d given her something special.

“Thank you, slave.” She leaned down and pressed her mouth to his. The kiss was brief and sweet. She reached up and began pulling at his bindings. “Now, I would like my sweet Master back.”

He felt satiated, but far from satisfied. When she’d undone his bindings, he rolled on top of her, crushing her small form beneath his own. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her soundly. Her mouth opened under his. He tangled his tongue with hers, tasting his own salty flavor on her tongue.

“I love you, Gabrielle. Can you forgive me?” He looked down into her serious gray-green eyes. She slowly pushed up against him, her hands small on his chest. Cal took his weight off her. He rolled onto his back as she got up off the bed. Her face was solemn, and his heart skipped a beat as her fingers undid the top button of her shirt.

He held his breath. He wasn’t worried about what he would see. He knew exactly what Gaby had gone through on a surgical level. He’d studied up on the protocols for dealing with a cancer like hers and knew what had happened. But he knew how hard it was for her to do this and gave it all the weight it deserved.

Slowly, she pulled the shirt off. She was wearing a pale pink bra beneath it. He could see her hands shaking as she reached around to undo the clasp. His first instinct was to do it for her, but he held back. His Gaby was very strong. She needed to do this for herself. The bra slipped from her hands, and Cal smiled.

“Oh, baby, you’re so beautiful.” He meant it. There were scars. They began just under her armpits and curved around her chest. Though the plastic surgeon had been very skilled, there was no question her chest had suffered a horrible trauma. Livid, raised lines crossed her body, and where her nipples used to be, there was only a flat patch of brownish skin. To Cal, they were lovely. It meant she was alive. They would stand on her body, forever a testament to her will to survive.

Cal sat up on the side of the bed. He drew Gaby in between his legs. She was petite, so his head was in the perfect position to play with her breasts. He traced each puckered scar with his fingers, learning the feel of them. He let his hand find her “nipples.” They were really just circles of a rosy brown color. They didn’t react to touch or tighten when the air got cool. He couldn’t clamp them or pinch them between his thumb and forefinger. Those nipples were just a tattoo, and yet, they seemed like a magnificent work of art. He kissed them tenderly.

“Cal, I can’t feel it.” She sounded disappointed and a bit apologetic.

“But I can.” She needed to understand he would still find pleasure in her breasts because they were a part of her.

She sighed, and her hands found his hair. He kissed along one and then the other breast, pushed them up so he could lay kisses along the scars underneath. He reveled in the warmth of her skin and the smell of her body.

He looked up at her, one hand between her breasts. “This has always been my favorite part of you, Gaby. That is never going to change.”