Gabriel's Light (Doms of Chicago) (21 page)

“What on Earth is this?” She lifted out the silver
Wartenberg
pinwheel he’d tucked next to the oil. When
arranging the basket, he’d imagined prepping her skin with the oil, then
lightly using the pinwheel on her until she was moaning uncontrollably. She
spun the spiked wheel on it before running it across her arm. That’s when he’d
had enough.

“You’re
about to find out,
louloúdi mou
.”
Then he reached behind him, shut and locked the door as she spun around. Her
eyes widened.

“Gabriel! I wasn’t…I mean I didn’t…” Her cheeks were flushed with
desire, her nipples poked through the thin material of her shirt, even as her
eyes remained downcast. The instinctive submissive pose she’d assumed sent more
lust crashing through him. She was going to be delightful to break in.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Didn’t what? Mean to break
my rule?” He moved closer until there were mere inches between their bodies,
before taking the pinwheel from her fingers.

Chapter Twenty-One

Zhenya froze, every molecule
in her being on high alert, as Gabriel took the little spur looking tool from
her. In his large hands, she could only imagine how it would feel. Part of her
wanted to beg his forgiveness for breaking the rule, but the naughty vixen was
crowing inside of her - knowing that her Master was going to give her not only
what she needed, but what she deserved. Her pussy grew more damp at the thought
of finally being free from the lust which had been riding her hard, while at
the same time her brain protested. She needed to ask him about some of the items
in his basket.
Like what does he do with
those candles? Or that divine smelling oil I resisted putting on, because I
couldn
’
t pass it off as something I found in his bath like the lotion

“I asked you a question, Zhenya.” The dark intrusion of his
command pierced her musings. She glanced up and wished she hadn’t. The banked
lust she’d witnessed most of the week was now raging in his gaze. She’d truly
gone and done it this time. And she had no one to blame but herself. She’d
known the rules, but had allowed her horniness and Olivia’s advice to push her
into breaking the rule in question. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. He was
either going to punish her or fuck her right where she stood. Her eyes darted
back down.

“I’m sorry, Master Gabriel. You told me your playroom was off
limits and I still intruded.” She licked her lower lip, determined to see her
punishment through, no matter what it cost her. She peeked at him from under
her lashes, as she tried to read his expression. Was it a trick of the light or
had his expression softened for a moment. But then he schooled his face and he
wore the same look her headmaster had when she’d got caught trying to skip
class. His words dashed any hope of leniency she’d expected.

“Why would you come in here, knowing what would happen, sub? I
thought I was clear in my rules.”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir, you were. I was curious to see what you
were into. Olivia said a sure way to know what you want from a submissive was
by exploring your private playroom.”

He sighed. “Did she now? If you wanted to know, all you had to
do was ask. But out of curiosity, after exploring what do you think my kink
is?”

She shifted a bit under his gaze. “Bondage…” She nodded towards
the bed and the restraints hanging from all four corners. “I didn’t see any
whips, but you have several floggers, so perhaps some impact play.”

“True on both counts.” He moved closer, still toying with the
silver spur thing. “And what do the items in the basket tell you, Zhenya? I put
it together with you in mind.”

A frown crossed her face. “I’m not sure. The lotions and oil
might suggest a massage, the scarf, well I suppose that could be used to
restrain me…”

“Or as a blindfold,” he added silkily, rolling the spur over her
arm. She whimpered at the prickling, teasing sensation over her skin. “Go on,
what about the rest?” His voice was cool.

She glanced quickly at the basket. “The candles, I haven’t the
foggiest idea - unless you’re planning on trying to insert them inside me.” She
wrinkled her nose “Although I’d think a dildo would work better than a taper or
one of those pillar things.” A shudder worked across her body at the size of
the one crème colored pillar. It had to be at least five inches in
circumference and nine inches long. There was no way she’d ever be able to accommodate
something that size. Size queen she wasn’t.

“As delightful as the process of getting you ready to
accommodate something of that size, I have better uses for them. Have you ever
heard of wax play?”

Disbelief filled her. She’d heard of such a thing, but never had
expected to engage in such a painful type of play. “You’re expecting me to let
you pour hot wax on my breasts and…unmentionables?” She couldn’t help it, her
voice came out as a squeak, especially when he leaned in until their faces were
millimeters apart.

“I’m expecting by the time I’m done, you’re going to begging for
just that.” His growl was muffled by her lips as he stole her breath with his
kiss. Her hands rose to touch his shoulders, but were captured by his as he
tugged her arms behind her back. Lost to his kiss, she didn’t realize he had
her arms shackled with one hand, freeing his other hand to touch and explore as
he wished, until he released her mouth to trail kisses down the column of her
throat.

“Master…” Every nerve was alive with sensations as he raked his
teeth across the hollow of her throat. She could feel him all around her. His
hand circling her wrists, while the other one still holding the spur pressed
against her hip, as he crowded her up against the counter behind her.

“Shhh…just
relax,
louloúdi mou,
this is what I
crave. Lose yourself to the sensations, feel the pleasure I can give you. All
you have to do is give over to me. I’ll never cause you true pain.” The honeyed
words shattered what little resistance she had left.

“Yes,
Master.” She whispered the words before a squeak escaped her, as he lifted her
up in his arms while sucking strongly on the collarbone bared by her shirt.

* * * *

As he savored the taste of her under his
tongue, Gabriel pivoted, his destination the bondage bed behind them. He only
hoped he could last until she came apart in his arms. He was riding the razor
sharp edge and he needed to feel her around him, screaming out her pleasure as
her body milked his to completion. It wasn
’t
until he lowered her to the bed that he realized he still had the pinwheel in
his hand. Spying the restraints at the top of the bed, a plan formed in his
head; a way to keep his luscious little sub on the edge of release without
sending either him or her over until he chose.

“Reach
up and grab the posts, Zhenya.” He leaned back enough for her to move up the
bed. As she slid up, he caught the edge of her yoga pants pulling them and her
panties down her thighs and then off her legs. Her wide eyes told their own
story. “Nothing hidden,
louloúdi mou.”

Tossing
the garments over his shoulder, he tugged off her socks, massaging the balls of
her feet, while staring hungrily at the dark curls guarding her pussy from him.
Eventually he’d shave those curls away but at the moment, he’d have taken her
if she’d been as hairy as big foot, his cock was that hungry. Whether she
moaned because of his words, or if he’d found a tender spot on the arch of her
foot, it went straight to his head like a vintage bottle of his favorite wine.
Releasing her foot before he did something he’d regret like sliding inside her
pretty little pussy without giving it the homage it deserved, he moved to the
head of the bed. Grabbing the first cuff, he opened it, and stared down at her.

“What’s
your
safeword
, Zhenya?”

“Starfish,
Master.”

He
nodded. “Good. You say it - this stops, all of it. Understand?”

She
nodded. “Yes, Master.” Her breath was raspy as he tightened the cuff around her
slender wrist.

 
After checking the fit, he asked her to wiggle
her fingers before moving around the bed to cuff her other wrist. He repeated
the process then stepped back to stare down at her. Tied up on his bondage bed,
her thin white t-shirt barely concealing her straining breasts and bare from
the waist down, she was a feast for the eyes. Stripping off his shirt, he
dropped it to the floor before walking back to the basket. Grabbing the oil,
along with a pair of leather shears, he returned to the bed, snagging the
pinwheel off the foot of the bed where’d he’d dropped it earlier.

Zhenya’s
eyes widened when she spotted the shears in his hand. Sitting down next to her
hip, he promised her a new shirt, and made a small cut in the bottom of it.
Grasping the tear, he ripped it clean up the middle loving the sound of the
fabric tearing. Smoothing the edges back, he stared down at her nursing bra.
Deciding to leave it, he unhooked the small hooks at the top of each cup and
peeled them down, loving the way the cotton framed her swollen curves, her
light pink nipples pebbled as the cool air of the playroom teased them.

Then,
pressing down on the pump, he squirted a generous amount of massage oil into
the palm of his hand. “This’ll feel cold at first but will quickly warm up.” He
soon demonstrated by rubbing the oil into both palms and gently cupping the
lower curves of her breasts. She gasped as his oil slick fingers moved over
every inch of her breasts accept for her tight little nipples. With the way she
moving under his hands, he supposed the new sensations were driving her crazy,
especially when he leaned in and blew a gentle stream of air over her.

“Oh,
my God…Master… please?” Her eyes were squeezed shut as she lifted and twisted
her torso, but was unable to get away from the heat inducing air.

“You
feel it, don’t you, sub. The tingle of the ginger joining with the seductive
scent of ylang-ylang and sandalwood? It smells so good on you.” He leaned in,
then flicked the end of his tongue over one tight point, being careful not to
get the oil in his mouth. He didn’t know if it was hazardous for consumption,
but he wasn’t going to find out the hard way. He’d check later with the blender
who made it.
But not right now.
He
moved to her other nipple, loving the way she cried out in pleasure. Giving the
nub one last lick, he backed off and blew another stream of air over both her
nipples this time.

“Oh,
my god! It burns…” she panted, trying to either get closer or away from his
mouth. With all her twisting, he wasn’t sure which.

“Shhh.
Is it too much?” He hoped not, because when he picked up the pinwheel, she was
going to go through the roof.

She
shook her head, stray strands of dark hair clinging to her face. “No,
Master….aw…fuck.” She moaned when he lightly brushed the outer edge of her
aureole with the spikes of the pinwheel. He frowned when she turned her head to
muffle her cries against her arm.

Using
his finger, he tilted her head back to him. “There’ll be none of that. I want
to hear every pant, scream, and cry, sub.”

She licked her lips.
“But Sophie…”

Understanding dawned on him.
“Can’t hear us. This room is soundproofed,
louloúdi mou.”
He moved the wheel closer to the tip of her nipple
loving the way she shivered and moaned. “You were asking earlier what this was,
Zhenya?” He leaned in again and kissed her parted lips. “It is one of my
favorite toys. It can tickle…” He drew the teeth up the sensitive underside of
her arm. A cross between a gasp and a soft giggle escaped her. He smiled down
at her. “Or it can bring pleasure…as you found earlier.” He drew it back across
her nipple. “Or…”

Her
eyes met his as he trailed it down her stomach. “Or what, Master?”

“Or
erotic pain.” He moved it across her outer thigh before pressing a bit harder,
until the metal was making an
indent
on her skin.
Pushing it slowly across her hipbone, he watched her with narrowed eyes as her
breath caught and a long pleasure-filled groan escaped her.
Oh yes, I’ve definitely found my match - not
even Sara responded like this to the
Wartenberg
.
“That’s it baby,
give
over to it.” Slipping his hand
between her thighs, he growled as he found her wet folds. Combing through the
curls, he flicked his finger over her ripe clit before abandoning it to rim her
opening. Her rising sounds as she rocked up towards him, were heady.

Easing
up on the pressure of the wheel, he ignored her gasping pleas for more as he
studied the faint red lines the wheel had left. Tossing it aside, he placed a
kiss over the marks before thrusting his fingers inside her.

“Master!”
Her faint cry of warning wasn’t lost on him. Lifting his head, he met her eyes.

“Hold
it, Zhenya. Do not come yet.”

“I….I…yes…Master.”
She bit her lip as she struggled to keep from falling over the edge. Even as
she tried, he could feel her body struggling with his order. Obviously his ‘no
masturbation’ decree had been harder on her than he realized, as her face
contorted with the effort to obey.

He wasn
’t a
hard-hearted man. “Poor baby.” Crawling between her thighs, positioned himself
on his knees before hooking her legs over his arms. “Come for me,” he ordered
before lowering his head, cupping her ass and bringing her to his mouth.
Spearing straight into her warm folds, he tongue-fucked her as she screamed.
The full-fledged scream was music to his ears as he moved up to tug her clit
into his mouth. Lashing it hard, he wanted to send her higher than she’d ever
gone. Flicking, licking and nipping at her, he sent her back up the mountain,
wanting her to come again for him. Riding the razor edge of release himself, he
wanted her right there when he sheathed himself inside of her.

“Oh
my God! Master, please!”

Hearing
the sexual hysteria in her voice, he dropped her back to the bed, and clawed at
the closure of his jeans. Finally shoving and pulling at the metal tab and
zipper, he was able to shove the constricting cloth far enough down his cock
was able to spring free. In a haze of lust and need, he pulled her back up and
sank over half of his length into her, smiling savagely when her eyes rolled
back in her head, and her muscles surrounding him quivered, jerked, and released.