Gabriel's Light (Doms of Chicago) (22 page)

“Fuck
yeah, come again, little
subby
. Milk my cock with
those muscles.” All his control stripped away, he pulled out and thrust back
inside gaining depth with every thrust. His chest rose and fell like a bellows
as he released nearly eighteen months of celibacy in her willing body. Even
still, he was aware of her: her tear streaked face, the deep flush creeping up
her chest, her kiss swollen lips, and her desperate cries as she skated along
the line between pain and pleasure. Keeping his thumb over her clit, he rubbed
her in time with his thrusts. The familiar tightening in his balls warned him
he was close to filling her full.

Finally
unable to stall his release any longer, he ordered her to come with him,
rubbing her clit hard as he unloaded with a roar. Pleasure jolted its way up
his spine even as he grew thicker inside her. In response he felt her wetness
join his.

“Gabriel!”
Her panicked cry had him pounding hard against her as the rhythmic contractions
of her orgasm forced him even higher.

“Not
enough…” he gritted out, falling over her, her legs falling to the side as he
moving frantically against her. His body needed more than one measly orgasm.
Sucking the nearest nipple into his mouth, he continued to fuck her, his teeth
and tongue torturing her until the warm spurt of her milk against his tongue,
and her legs locking around his waist sent him careening over the edge again.
Dark pleasure beckoned. This time he allowed it to sweep him away.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Oh my God, Master.” Grabbing her pillow, Zhenya covered her
face to muffle her moan as Gabriel straddled one of her legs, propped her other
leg over his shoulder, and forged deep inside of her. She had to be quiet. She
kept repeating the manta in her head. They weren’t in his playroom. In the dark
of his bedroom, she could barely make out anything, not even Sophie’s Pack and
Play, but Lord could she feel. The rasp of his sheets against her side, the
slow slap of his hips against her inner thigh, the wet wash of his tongue over
her toes. She bit down on the pillow as she tried to squirm away, but
straddling her the way he was, she was pinned and forced to take every
sensation he doled out.

He played her body like no other man before him. As if he was a
hungry man and she was the last piece of bread on earth. It seemed as if
finding her in his playroom three days before had a tripped a trigger inside of
Gabriel. He was constantly touching her, pinning her against various surfaces
around his condo, hell even cuddling with her on the couch while watching
television. It seemed as if he couldn’t keep his hands off her, unless of
course, he was holding Sophie. More often than not she’d look up from reading
the paper, or doing dishes to find him either playing with her daughter on the
floor, or cradling Sophie against his wide chest.

The particularly deep thrust jerked her out of her thoughts. She
bit down even harder on the corner of her pillow, when his fingers found one of
her distended nipples and gently squeezed, sending shards of pleasure down to
her womb. His grunt barely filtered through the pillow as she tried to hold off
her orgasm. Squeezing it tighter, she thought of disgusting things, dirty
diapers, sweaty gym socks, anything to keep from losing her mind to the
pleasure. She had to wait for his order. She’d agreed to his stipulation, never
dreaming it would be this hard to control herself. When a finger brushed over
her clit, she lost it, her body overruling her mind. She muffled her cry of
pleasure as her sheath convulsed around him. His low groan proceeded the hard
snap of his body and swelling of his cock. She sobbed as he came inside her,
even as she mourned the lack of heat she’d experienced in the playroom.
Get over it, Zhenya. Without being on the
pill, the condom he’s worn every time since is necessary, unless you want
another child already
. Even as much as she loved Sophie, she wasn’t ready
for another kid quite yet, even one who’d have Gabriel’s gorgeous eyes.

“Damn.” His voice was rueful as he pulled the pillow away from
her face to kiss her lips. Looking up in the darkness, she could barely make
him out. But as he straightened she could see the outline of his sexy body, his
wide shoulders, narrow hips and long legs before he fell to the side of her.
Flopping over to face him, she tentatively placed her hand over his sternum,
monitoring his still racing heart-beat. It amazed her Gabriel allowed such
intimacies between them.
Unlike Ossie,
who didn’t want my touch unless it was sexual.
It would take some getting
used to, but she found she truly enjoyed the afterglow nearly as much as their
actual lovemaking.
And all because of
this man.

“Yeah…that was intense.” She whispered back, still reeling from
how her Master had gently handled Sophie’s three in the morning feeding:
changing and then watching her nurse Sophie, before pouncing on her after
Sophie had drifted back off to sleep. She’d never expected it. He had even held
her until her daughter had her fill, before tucking Sophie back into her Pack
& Play. Then turning all dominant on her, and fucking her senseless, while
not waking the baby. Yep, her Master was a very talented man.

He lifted her hand off his sternum and pressed a kiss against
her fingertips. “Be right back,
louloúdi
mou,
gotta to deal with the condom. You thirsty?” He asked as he rolled off
the bed.

“A bottle of water would be nice.” She tugged the covers up
around her, suddenly cold without his body heat.

“Sure thing.” He walked into the master bath. A moment later the
light came on, and she was treated to a spectacular view of his bare ass. It
was truly a piece of art, she decided, as he disappeared from view. Drawing his
pillow close, she inhaled his scent before allowing her eyes to drift shut for
a moment, figuring she’d rest until he returned.

The next thing she knew a grumbled protest made its way free of
her, as he gently spread her legs and washed her sex with a warm wash cloth,
wiping away the extra lubrication he’d used ever since he’d found out she was
allergic to the spermicide they used on most condoms. “Shhh, I know you’re
tired, but I don’t want you to sleep with this mess.” He pressed a kiss against
her temple before finishing. “Do you still want your water, sweetheart?”

“Hmmm.” she mumbled, still drifting in and out of sleep. All she
wanted was to sleep before her daughter woke up again. She was
sooo
tired.

“Poor baby.” He slipped between the sheets and pulled her close
to his body. A sigh of contentment escaped both of them as their bodies pressed
together. “I wore you out. I’m sorry I’ve been such an insatiable beast.”

“
Mmmm..zits
…ok…” She let sleep claim
her once more.

* * * *

When Zhenya awoke later in
the morning, a shaft of sunlight was streaming through the window, and she wasn
’t sure quite what had woken her. Stretching, she yawned feeling
better than she had in quite some time. Looking at the clock on the bedside
table she realized it was nearly ten! She hadn’t slept this late in ages. Her
breasts were aching, telling her it had been too long since she’d fed Sophie.
Why didn’t Sophie wake me to nurse?
Panic
had her scrambling out of bed. Rushing to the Pack & Play, she noticed it
was empty. Glancing wildly around the room, she realized Gabriel wasn’t in the
room either. She tried to calm herself as she rationalized the situation.

“Sophie’s with Gabriel. I just pumped yesterday, there’s extra
milk in the refrigerator. Calm down, Zhenya. He won’t let anything happen to
her.” That’s when she heard the voices in the living room. It sounded like her
Master was talking to someone else. But surely it wasn’t her daughter. She’d
never heard such a hard tone coming from him when he dealt with Sophie.
Grabbing the robe from the end of the bed, she shoved her arms into it,
uncaring that Gabriel’s robe swam on her. She just rolled up the arms a couple of
times and tied the belt around her waist before darting down the hall.

When she burst into the living room, she wasn’t sure who was
more shocked: Gabriel, Hark or herself. The last thing she’d expected was to
see Hark and Gabriel in the same room together, with her daughter sitting in
her bouncy seat between them, as they discussed Lord knew what. Hark was
dressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt with his long hair braided, while
Gabriel was the epitome of a restaurant owner, his slacks and silk dress shirt
a common sight. He was wearing a slim belt at his waist and cuff links. The
dissimilarities between the men were quite obvious.

“Hark? Is it really you?” The words came out tumbled before she
launched herself at him, hugging him around the neck, relieved to see he looked
no worse for the wear. It was the first time she’d seen him since the fateful
day of the attack. It was one thing for everyone to tell her he was fine, and
another to actually see him. Then he stiffened, just before Gabriel wrenched her
free of the other man. Confused at Gabriel’s actions, her smile died, and any
joy she’d felt at seeing the man who’d cared for her and Sophie faltered. She
could only assume his actions were because of whatever issue the men had going
on.

“Don’t do that again, Zhenya.” Gabriel’s voice was harsh, his
hand tight around her upper arm. She froze, his cold tone shocking her. Even
when he punished her, he’d never spoken to her in such a tone. Gone was the
lover from earlier, or even the Master she’d given herself to over the past
week. It was very sobering and a shock.
Not
again.
She couldn’t believe she’d allowed herself to not see him as he
truly was. However she could handle it differently this time. She didn’t have
to tuck her tail between her legs because the man she’d offered her submission
to wasn’t what she’d thought. Straightening to her full height, she met his
cold eyes head on. The old Zhenya would’ve begged her Master’s forgiveness, but
that Zhenya was gone and the new one was pissed. She’d done nothing to warrant
this type of treatment. Her days of being a doormat were over.

Ignoring the sting of tears and the burn of her nose, she
stiffened. “Please let go of me. You’re hurting my arm.” True his hand was
tight, but she doubted his grip left bruises. He released her abruptly. Pulling
away, she rubbed the tender flesh.

“Here, let me see. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He moved closer.

Folding her arms over her chest she backed away. “No, thank
you.” She bent to retrieve Sophie from her bouncer. “I need to feed Sophie.”

“Wait…” He held his hand out, she ignored it, gathering her
daughter closer in her arms.

“No.” She gazed at him. “I did nothing to deserve that, Gabriel.
I was merely greeting a friend, who the last time I saw him he was fighting
with several men on his front lawn, while his house burned to the ground behind
him. Which I might add gave us time to get away. I was happy to see him safe
and sound. I don’t know what happened between you two, but I will not let you
take it out on me.” Her piece said, she turned to leave. “You only get the
submission I willingly offer, I will not allow you to take more than that.”
Then she moved down the hall, leaving a stunned Gabriel behind her.

* * * *

“Well, that certainly didn’t go very well, Gabriel.” Hark
commented as Gabriel watched Zhenya disappear into the master bedroom with
Sophie.

Rounding on the man, he glared at him. “You could’ve helped
here. For fucks sake, you had a loaded gun at your hip. How the hell could
you’ve let her jump at you like that? She could’ve been hurt!”

Hark smirked at him. “I’ve always had a loaded gun at my hip
since Zhenya has known me. She knows it’s there. She has always been aware the
safety is on, and there’s no danger of it misfiring. Sorry if you were looking
for some skittish response from her. You’re about three and half weeks too
late.” He cupped his hand over Gabriel’s shoulder. “Let’s face it, bud, you
overreacted. Not that I think she’s going to be too forgiving. Especially when
she finds out you’re keeping her in the dark about the fact she’s being used
for bait.”

“It’s not only my job to protect her but also make sure she’s
happy. Unlike others in this room…”

Hark’s jovial mood changed as if someone had dumped ice water on
him. His jaw clenched as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t even go
there, Poulanos. I took care of the men who killed my family. They won’t be
hurting another human being again.”

“But they wouldn’t be dead if…”

“I know if I hadn’t gone out to drink with my old army buddies.”
Hark sounded bored. “Same old song and dance.” His eyes narrowed. “Let me ask
you this, pretty boy. Should I have driven home drunk? Perhaps killed a few
innocents? Or maybe I should’ve killed those bastards at the bar who took
exception to my hair earlier in the night? Hmmm or maybe I should’ve cloned
myself, so I could’ve taken on eight guys by myself and still protected my
submissive, Master and child?”

“You could’ve called me. I was less than twenty minutes from the
bar where it happened.”

“And interrupted your date night with Sara?” Hark shook his
head. “And possibly ended up with your death and perhaps Sara’s on my
conscience instead of my family’s?” Hark shook head. “It wouldn’t have mattered
who picked me up, Gabriel. Those men were looking for a victim that night, and
didn’t care who they hurt. I’m sorry beyond any words I can ever say that it
was your sister, her husband, and our child. You can’t beat me up any more than
I’ve already beaten myself, but if it makes you feel better, hit me. I won’t
mess up your pretty face too much, since you’re going to need everything you
have to get back into Zhenya’s good graces.”

Hark’s attempt at humor fell flat, but Gabriel understood where
he was coming from, and finally realized it was petty to keep lashing out at
the other man. He’d placed the blame on the wrong man, because without a target
to focus his anger on, Hark was the perfect scapegoat.
Which isn’t fair, he’s suffered more than even me. He lost not only his
family, but the other half of his sexuality as well. I really should let it go.
They’ve b
een gone for nearly five years. It’s time
move on.
He opened his mouth to apologize, but Hark
was on a roll obviously.

“In fact if I were you, I’d be groveling for her forgiveness,
and telling her about the details of the plan to capture her stalker when she
takes Sophie in for her checkup.” He reached down to grab the report he’d
brought over to share with Gabriel. “Jackson worked some magic and managed to
dig up some more things on Sebastene, but up-to-date information on
Karas
is being elusive. He’s got a reputation from being
ruthless, and while both Ethan and I are good, we need Zhenya to understand the
danger she’s going to be in when she leaves the condo tomorrow. Either prepare
her or I will - and let me tell you if it ends up being me, you’ll have done
more than bruise your submissive’s pride, you’ll have broken her trust as well.
Do you honestly want to chance that? Because once it’s lost, there’s usually no
getting it back.”