A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) (27 page)

“Good,” he says with a wide, pleased grin and his kind brown eyes light up with approval. “That’s what I want to hear. You are a strong, smart, rational woman who just needs time to gather yourself before taking on the world.”

O
nce I finish with Kevin, Hunt’s personal fitness trainer, I head for the shower, tossing my clothes on the way. I couldn’t help thinking about Caleb and his training me, suddenly taking on an altogether different shade. Suddenly, all those times he treated Maya and I like his daughters takes on an entirely new meaning because we are.

His kind, blue eyes, our eyes, beamed back at us from a rearview mirror our entire lives. Why couldn’t we see it? Why didn’t he say something? Did he want to tell us? How many birthdays and milestones had he wished he could’ve been a part of? He watched us grow from babies to women from the front seat of a car.

His gentle eyes flash through my head and I feel the lava tears flowing up my throat. I take a stressed breath and shove them back down in my gut. My mind goes blank as I allow the soothing water to work on my aching muscles, muscles I didn’t even know I had. I slide my fingers through my soaked hair, sighing with relief as I ease into a state of relaxation.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Hunt’s voice echoes throughout the bathroom, startling me and cruelly ripping me out of my serenity. “Do you not understand how to follow simple directions? What is going on with you, Gabrielle?”

I turn and glare at him, crossing my arms under my chest.

“Well?” he asks, with his hands clenched at his sides.

I want to tell him that he hurt me, that he lied to me, and didn’t come clean last night when I begged for honesty. He gives me so little of his mind when he demands so much of mine. I want to tell him all of this, but, instead, I shout, “Fuck off!”

I brush past him, snatching my towel off the hook by the door, and head out of the bedroom.

“What did you just say to me?” I’m bolting for the stairs when he calls out, “Gabrielle!”

I skip down to the first floor, not really sure where I’m heading or why I’m trying to escape. I decide on the kitchen. I need a damn drink. I walk in, heading for the glass cupboard, when Hunt comes charging in behind me. He snatches my arm and spins me around.

“What did you say to me?” he growls.

“You heard me, but in case you’re going deaf…Fuck off!”

“What happened, Elle? Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong with you? All I know is one minute we were talking and getting along and then you fucking disappear…Why did you sleep in your room last night?”

“It’s my room. I can sleep in it any time I want.”

“Elle, you are behaving like a spoiled brat. Do you want me to treat you like one? Is that what you want?”

I yank my arm away and turn my back on him. Big mistake. The next thing I know, I’m naked and bent over the island, pressed against the cold marble with my hands restrained behind my back. My nipples harden instantly.

“What are you doing?” I shout.

“If you aren’t going to willingly talk to me, I’m going to fuck it out of you.” He ties something about my wrists, binding them together and leaving me powerless against him. Not that he needs restraints to do it.

His hand clasps onto the back of my neck, holding me in place, while his other hand roams my thighs and rear. His thumb slides along my crack and grazes my tight pucker. When I moan and shove my ass back into his hand, I’m finally rewarded with a firm smack, dead center, catching both cheeks and my aroused slit.

He leans over me, his weight pressing into my back. “Don’t move,” he snarls into my ear.

“Yes, Mr. Hunt.”

“Good girl,” he praises, plunging his thumb into my ass. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you?”

“You should know,” I snap, still angry about his lies and now his effect on me. “You know everything, don’t you?”

“Oh, Gabrielle, wrong fucking answer.” Suddenly, the plump head of his cock parts my saturated lips, gliding up and down my sex, spreading my wetness, heightening my arousal. It teases my clit, forcing me to spasm and groan. He lines himself up with my constricting entrance, taunting me with his presence.

“Are you going to be a good girl and tell me why you’re upset? Or, are you going to be a wicked little thing and make me torture this sweet cunt until you beg?”

“I don’t…know,” I pant.

“Unacceptable,” he growls, slapping me across both cheeks and slamming himself balls deep only to extract himself again. “Come on, Elle. Stop fighting it.”

I struggle with my restraint and snap my legs shut. This is not what he wants. His hand comes down on each cheek swiftly, and his legs spread mine back apart, pinning them open. He pumps a few shallow thrusts, twisting his hand in my hair and roughly yanking it back so my head flies up and my back arcs violently. His other hand slithers about my waist and down to my throbbing apex, cupping it in his palm. “When will you learn, I own this…? I own you, body, mind, soul.”

His finger dips between my plump lips, slowly rubbing my clit with concentrated precision, building me up, only to stop when pleasure begins to take me. He repeats this torturous act repeatedly before the ache in my womb overwhelms me and I scream out, “You lied to me!”

He pauses and whispers into my ear, “What did I lie about, angel?”

I shut my mouth tight and shake my head, still angry that he has this effect on me. He presses my body back against the island, holding my neck and teasing my hard clit again.

I can’t fight him anymore, and I utter only one word, but it says it all, “Marlena.”

“That’s my girl,” he purrs, petting the side of my face while my head lies on the cold surface, intensified by the sweltering warmth of my sweat glistened skin. “We will discuss this later. Now, I fuck you.”

That’s my warning before he crashes into me, filling me to the rim, stretching me until I feel that divine burn that only comes from his fullness. I let out a whimpered moan when a surge of satisfaction rushes over me. He grasps onto my restraint, using it to slam me onto him to the hilt, sheathing him.

He ruthlessly pounds into me, causing me to bounce wildly, and groans out, “This is what you need, isn’t it, angel? You need my cock.”

His hand swipes across my rear, leaving a delectable sting behind, and I cry out in pure ecstasy.

“Yes, again,” I beg. “Please, sir.”

He answers my kinky prayers, going at my ass with swift, continuous blows, thumping his hard cock into me as hard as he can.

“More,” I growl. He groans, keeping at it, never stopping until we seize up and explode in a carnal display of pure ecstasy. I scream out, writhing on him as he pours himself into me, cramming me with his sweet, warm nectar.

He frees me from my binds and takes me into his hold, sinking onto the floor with me cradled securely in his arms. I lie my head heavily on his shoulder while gasping desperately for air. He pets and caresses, cradling me close to his heaving chest with one hand placed firmly on my rear.

Once we’ve calmed and held each other for a bit, he speaks in the gentlest of voices, “How are you feeling?”

“That’s a complicated question. My body feels amazing, on

top of the world, but my heart and mind are still aching…At least now I can check the kitchen off our to-do-in list.”

“True.” Hunt chuckles, shaking me with every jolt, but it slowly fades, and he says, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I went to see Marlena, but I needed her advice.”

“Why didn’t you tell me…? You promised me that you wouldn’t see her anymore.”

“I thought that was off the table when you told me you didn’t want me…Look, Gabrielle, she’s really a wonderful person. I don’t know why you have such a bad taste in your mouth when it comes to her.”

“She isn’t as wonderful as you think, Hunt. Brooke told me that she left because of her, because she treated her so poorly.”

“She’s always been protective over me.”

“I don’t trust her…Besides, I’m really hurt that you hid it from me…Why won’t you open up to me, Damian?”

“Honestly, I was already afraid to reveal myself to you when we first met, but I took a chance, and when you left, I closed up. I thought it was me, something I’d done or said, and even though I know now it wasn’t, it’s hard to reopen that door…I’m terrified, Elle.”

My heart swells and my eyes burn. It’s my fault he won’t be honest. I’m the reason he can’t open up. He’s trying so hard to please me, and I just keep pushing for more, more, more.

“Hunt,” I whimper, and he snatches me up, squeezing tightly with his head buried in my neck.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, angel.”

“No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t expect more of you than you can handle. I’m so selfish.”

“No, shhhh, no,” he whispers.

We look deep into each other’s burning eyes, studying the other admiringly, and come in hard for the deepest, longest, most sensual kiss I have ever experienced in my life. When we break, we’re gasping for oxygen, still holding the other firmly.

“I want you to go get dressed. I’m going to take you somewhere,” he announces with a husky voice.

“Where?”

“You’ll see…”

H
unt picked out my outfit for the evening, a slinky, wrap around dress that barely hits my mid-thigh. It’s white, with a low V neckline, and clings to every curve due to the light, thin material. This would be fine normally if I were wearing underwear, but Hunt ordered me to go sans bra and panties. It’s kept together by a delicate string on the side, which would release with the slightest tug of Hunt’s finger. I feel like walking sex.

Hunt looks dapper dressed in all black, jacket, shirt, slacks. His collar is open, revealing a sliver of tan flesh, flesh I want to lick and kiss. He glimpses over at me, catching me ogling him, and shoots me a kinked smirk.

Before long, we’re parking in front of a massive Victorian manor. I turn to look at him, confused by what I see, and find him holding my collar open for me. “I want you to put this on, and at no time while you are in there, are you to remove it. Is that clear?”

“Damian?” I murmur with a worried tremble in my voice.

“Is that clear, Gabrielle?” he asks in a way as if he’s asking me if I’m alright.

“Yes,” I answer, but even I can hear the hesitancy.

“That’s my girl,” he commends, placing the symbol of servitude about my neck so his name shows proudly. He smirks down at it momentarily then exits the car without another word, heading around the hood to open my door. He helps me out and escorts us up the front steps to the black double doors.

“Oh, yes,” he says, turning back to me before entering. “While we are here, you are to address me as Master Hunt when others are present. Do not speak unless spoken to, and do not wander about alone. Understood?”

I stare up at him with terrified confusion but manage to nod my head.

“Good,” he praises, opening the door.

“Damian,” I mutter, realizing exactly where we are. He grabs my hand with a devilish smirk and guides me inside before I have much time to think about it.

“Welcome to The Manor.”

Mind Your Manor

I
’m immediately greeted by the scent of leather, vanilla, and a hint of sex. I gawk, stunned, about the old manor, converted into a decadent palace of kink. My pulse is racing, and my skin vibrates with a nervous tingle. I feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach, and my palms are clammy.

We stand in the darkened foyer, which I scan curiously. There’s a massive, intricate chandelier hanging in the center of the room. The floors are marble and the walls are dark wood paneling with stunning photos of Doms and subs in various scenarios, all black and white.

“Did you take these, Master Hunt?”

He grins down in approval and responds, “Yes, I did. Do you like them, Miss Hyde?”

“You know I do.”

“You are ravishing, Gabrielle. I look forward to playing with you greatly.”

“Uh, I…”

“Are you nervous, Miss Hyde?”

“Are you serious, Master Hunt?”

He chuckles loudly, stifling it with his hand and clearing his throat. He shakes his head at me. “Please, behave yourself, angel. This establishment has rules and regulations on top of the ones of those who play here.”

“Like what?”

“The Mistress will go over them with you.”

I realize I see no other people and all the doors, leading to the various first floor rooms, are shut.

Perhaps, we’re early.

“Dam…Master Hunt, why are we here?”

“You’ll see, Gabrielle. Be patient,” Is all he says.

He places his arms about my waist, holding me closely. We just wait there together and then his eyes drift to the top step of the opulent wood staircase just ahead of us. A jaw-droppingly beautiful older woman stands there; her chestnut hair long and flowing. Her skin is like the finest porcelain, and her golden-brown eyes are piercing and alert. Her tall, curvy form is adorned in a tight, leather midi dress with matching spiked heels.