The Alpha Male Romance Boxed Set (36 page)

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."

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.

"You've got beautiful breasts Beth." His lips were grazing her lower lobe again, and a shiver shimmied its way down her spine. Gabriel began to roll her nipples between his index finger and thumb, sending short jolts of pleasure through her and turning them into long, tight nubs.

Beth released the breath she'd been holding as he removed his hands from her and stood. Gabriel then walked back around to face her, crouched down and grabbed the nipple clamps from the floor. He placed the first one on and began to tighten it around her first nipple using the screw at the side of the clamp.

"Tell me if it begins to hurt."

She nodded, breath bated.

Gabriel stopped tightening the nipple clamp, which was becoming sinfully pleasurable and glared at her.

Shit! What did I do wrong?

Their eyes locked and it came to her. "Yes Sir."

Giving her a tight smile and a nod he set back to work. He tightened it until soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips. "Enough?"

The sensations rushing from her nipple had reached the point where they were bordering the line of pleasure and pain so she nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." He attached the second one, adjusting until she confirmed it was also at that perfect pleasure/pain point. Once the clamps were on, he grabbed the blindfold and placed it over her eyes, the elastic band around her head securing it in place.

Now what?
She found herself becoming a little anxious and the thought that she had similar feelings when she first lost her virginity at age fifteen came to mind. She felt out of control, her mind surrendering to her urges, but this time was slightly different. She could handle not touching him, but not seeing him either was a little distressing.

Without another word, Gabriel scooped her up into his arms and carried her across the room. "I want you to kneel when I put you down."

"Yes Sir."

She had no idea where she was being placed, but her knees slid into separate padded slots. Her heart rate increased. What was he going to do with her? She imagined the anxiety of the wait and not being able to see what was going on would be worse than anything he could do to her. Suddenly her legs began to spread, the slots her knees were in slowly separating.

"Tell me when it begins to be uncomfortable." Gabriel instructed.

"Yes Sir." Wider and wider her legs spread, and she found herself grateful that Gabriel was steadying her with a hand on her shoulder. "Please stop Sir," she said as she began to feel the strain in her inner thighs. There was a tug at the rope restraining her arms and finally she found herself supported as the rope was hooked onto something behind and above her.

"Hmmm. Very nice."

His retreating footsteps had her alarmed again. Where was he going? What was he going for? Was he going to leave her to wait for him? Was that part of the game? She didn't hear him leave, but did he close the door when they came in? She strained to hear, but all she was rewarded with was silence. She struggled against the restraints on her arms, but it got her nowhere and the rope rubbing into her flesh hurt. In her current positions, she was completely helpless and the nipple clamps continued to send pulses of pleasure and pain through her entire body.

She was about to call out to him when she heard one of the drawers of the dresser opening. A surge of relief shot through her.
Oh, thank God!
Less than a minute later she heard his bare feet moving back towards her.

"You were scared I left you?"

Beth couldn't make out by his tone whether he was amused or displeased.

"No Sir."

"Don't lie to me or you'll be punished Beth."

She didn't have a chance to respond before she heard a faint shushing noise and then felt the sting as he slapped her pussy with something. She cried out more from surprise than from it actually hurting.

"I-I'm"

She didn't get to finish her sentence as she was slapped a second time. A little harder. She was getting wetter by the second. Her pussy felt as though it was on fire.

"Will you lie to me again?"

She shook her head. "No Sir."

She expected another slap, and braced herself for it. She welcomed it even, but instead his hand cupped her mound, massaging the stinging flesh. The soft caress in contrast to the sting felt amazing.

He was leaning over her again, his breath against her neck. She needed desperately to touch him. She struggled against the restraints and was rewarded with a slap of his palm against her wet pussy. She cried out. His palm stung more than whatever it was that he'd used a moment ago.

"You're so amazingly wet Beth. You have no idea how much you turn me on," he whispered in her ear his voice husky and filled with desire. Another chill rushed down her spine and she attempted, with little success due to the position she was in, to buck against his hand.

She licked her lower lip. "I want you Gabriel."

Another slap. Oh-God it stung, but deliciously so.

Shit I used his name!
She growled at herself as she was assaulted with another swat. "I'm sorry Sir." But she wasn't.

To her surprise with each slap she was coming closer to her orgasm. Several more slaps came, each one a little harder than the last and she moaned with each one. The sting was growing stronger, but also amplified the delicious feeling. When he'd stop and massage her reddened and swollen pussy lips she'd moan and whimper even louder.

She was rapidly reaching her point of climax as he massaged and stroked her sore pussy. Her moans turned louder and more frequent as he ran the hard thick handle of what she assumed now to be a flogger between her drenched folds. Her body was on edge, and she once more strained against the rope binding her arms.

Gabriel positioned the handle of the flogger at her entrance. Its girth was larger than his cock, larger than any cock she'd ever experienced to be exact and a shiver of anticipation rushed through her. She needed to be fucked - hard, fast, now! And she didn't care how or by who or what.

"Do you want it?" His mouth was on her neck, lips grazing her sensitive flesh.

"Yes Sir, please,” she begged.

He thrust the handle of the flogger into her making her scream out at its sudden and forceful invasion stretched her to her limits. He pulled it out and thrust it into her a second time and then a third and fourth, each time bringing her closer and closer to her earth shattering climax. Finally with a loud moan she released and her juices coursed down the length of the flogger handle. Her body quivered from the aftermath of her sweet release. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this, the pain and pleasure mixing so beautifully together.

She was still trembling when he removed the handle from her wet pussy and slowly ran it up her stomach, between her breasts and to her mouth.

"Open your mouth and suck your juices from it," Gabriel ordered. She complied and opened her mouth wide. He gently inserted it. As she licked and sucked the handle which was wrapped in leather from what she could tell from the taste, she heard him inhale sharply.

A sense of power washed over her as she imagined how much he wanted to fuck her at that moment. Knowing he was also tormented with desire she ensured she made a special show of running her tongue up and down the length of the handle and even moaning softly as she sucked and licked it clean.

"Enough," his voice was ragged and strained.

Beth forced herself not to smile, since that would no doubt get her spanked again. Not that she would have had a big problem with that, but she want to please him.

Gabriel slid a hand to the back of her head, looped her long golden strands around his fist and tugged, forcing her face to tilt upwards. "You like to tease I see."

"Yes, Sir." Again, she did her best not to smile. She didn't just like teasing him, she loved it! Hearing the strain in his voice only made her want to see him lose control more than ever.

"Hmmmm. Maybe I won't give it to you right now." He lowered his mouth to hers, his lips lightly grazing hers. "Maybe I'll make you suck my cock and then come over these beautiful tits of yours." He gave the chain connecting the two clamps a tug and a jolt rushed through her. She cried out.

"Anything you want Sir. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me Sir." The fire within her had reignited and the only thing that was rushing through her mind was how much she needed him filling her.

"As you wish."

She expected to be released, but to her dismay he pulled back from her and she heard him walking around her. A table or bench of some sort way placed in front of her, at her waist. Whatever it was that was suspending her arms upwards began to lower until she found herself leaned over the thing in front of her, her legs spread wide and her pussy fully exposed. At that angle, she could feel the burn beginning in her arms, or maybe it had always been there. She'd been so preoccupied there was a possibility she'd just not noticed it until now.

She heard him walking away again and then the opening and closing of drawers. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the footsteps moving back towards her and stop behind her.

"Your ass is perfect." Gabriel accented the point by giving her a slap on her exposed rear.

Beth yelped from the shock and the sting, but refrained from answering. There was a click sound and then his hands were on her rear, spreading her open to him. A cool liquid was being then squirted along her slit and he began to stroke her length, caressing her mound and pinching her clit between his fingertips. While the liquid was cool to begin with, his massaging turned it pleasantly warm and she found herself moaning as he stroked her.

"Has anyone ever fucked your ass Beth?"

Her body tensed. She gulped. "No Sir." She'd heard it hurt, as a result, on the couple of occasions in her life when the topic came up between her and a partner she'd always refused. But in this instance, with Gabriel, and being as turned on as she was, she had no reservations. She'd take his cock any way she could get it.

His hand froze on her for a moment and then resumed caressing her. "Alright. Then we won't do that tonight."

A part of her was disappointed. It had been a night of firsts for her so she was willing to add to that list. Taking a deep breath in and gathering the courage she nodded. "I want you to Sir."

His hand stopped its delicious caress once more and to her dismay he removed it. But then seconds later she felt the sting of his palm on her ass cheek. She yelped as the sting travelled to her pussy and it began to throb.

"I'll fuck your ass when
I
want to? Are we clear?"

Oh shit. Mistake number two.... Or three. She'd lost count. "I'm sorry Sir."

"I'd hurt you Beth," he said, his tone softer. "You need to know that I will never,
ever
hurt you."

An unexpected tear formed at the corner of her eye and she found herself grateful that the blindfold was covering it. She believed him when he said he'd never hurt her. She
believed.
And it felt so good she wanted to weep.

Her mind was pulled from her thoughts by Gabriel as he ran a finger along her slit and he traced the rim of her ass with his fingertip. She froze under his touch anxiously waiting on what he'd do next. He slipped a finger into her ass and she moaned loudly and attempted to buck against his finger wanting it in deeper.