Gabriel's Light (Doms of Chicago) (27 page)

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Tears were
already streaming down Zhenya
’s
face as Cyrille broke her left pinky. She’d thought she was going to get a
reprieve when
Anastassia
had stopped him earlier. But
she had been wrong. Instead of torturing her right hand, he’d moved to the
other and now three of her four fingers on her left hand were broken. Cyrille
smiled at her sadly. “You know we could avoid this unpleasantness if you’d
merely sign the papers…”

“And you can rot in hell. Sophie’s mine. I’ll never
willingly give her up to you psychotic assholes,” she panted, trying to ignore
the pain shooting up her arm.

“What do you mean, Sophie?” Sebastene walked into
the small room which had once been an office. His expression didn’t bode well
for anyone, but she couldn’t help but notice his stay in America hadn’t been
pleasant. Two of his fingers were splinted and wrapped in white medical tape.
Evidently my fingers aren’t the only ones
this ass has been breaking.

Anastassia
looked nervous for a split second, before she
smiled at her husband and brushed a kiss over his cheek. “It’s nothing. You
should be in bed resting, sweetheart. Once this nasty business of getting her
signature for custody of the baby is finished, we’ll be on our way.”

Sebastene seemed to waiver, and for the first time
in the entire time she’d known him, he gave into his wife, or seemed to until
Gabriel strolled into the room. He was calm as you please as if he were doing
nothing more than taking a walk in the park. Her heart leapt. He was here. He
would take their child and get her to safety. After that she didn’t care what
the asshole
Karas
, who tightened his grip on her
wrist, did. He could kill her if he wanted to. As long as Sophie left this
God-forsaken place alive and unhurt in Gabriel’s arms.

“Who the hell are you?” Sebastene demanded.

“Me?” Gabriel asked. “Well, I guess you might say
I’m the man who’s the father to the child you stole from my woman.”

“The restaurant owner,” Sebastene
spatted
. “I could sell you five times over. You’re nothing
more than dirt beneath the heel of my boots. The boy has
Sikkenga
blood in him. He’ll never be yours. He needs to be with his family.”

“If you can find a boy with
Sikkenga
blood, then by all means, you’re welcome to him.” Gabriel’s tone was casual, as
he approached the small bassinet sitting in the corner of the office. Lifting
Sophie out of its depths, he sheltered the baby with his body, before tugging
on his ear. “But this is Zhenya’s daughter…a daughter who your son wasn’t
worthy of.” He looked directly at Zhenya. “One which I hope to be. I’d like her
to be my daughter, if her mother will have me.”

“What?” Sebastene rounded on his wife. “The child’s
a girl? You lying whore…you told me it was a boy…a grandson to carry on my
name. I risked everything to come here and get him. I paid goons from the
consulate to terrorize her, paid this man to burn down that bastard’s house,
even if he’s a monster who I continued to pay after he broke my hand - all
because you wanted a daughter to replace the worthless baby I made you get rid
of thirty years ago?”

“She was not worthless!”
Anastaissia
shouted, before reaching into her pocket to pull out the gun she’d waved
earlier in Zhenya’s face. “You’re a worthless excuse for a human being - and
one who I’m done with.”

“Done with! I don’t think so.” He grabbed her arm
and wrenched the gun down. “I’m the man. I’m the head of my family. You’ll get
your ass on that plane now. We’re going home without the
american
pórni
̱’s
child.
I don’t care how good your pussy is, I’ll not take on a girl who’ll take after
her mother.”

As he tried to move across the room, all hell broke loose.
Everything seemed to slow down to Zhenya as Cyrille pulled her backwards when shots
rang out. Remembering the training Hark had insisted upon, she went limp,
dropping to the floor. It wasn’t until she was covered by
Karas’s
body and looking directly into his lifeless eyes, that she realized he’d been
shot. Keeping her scream of horror inside was impossible. She’d never been this
close to a dead man, and all she wanted was to get away. Squirming, she tried
to push his weight off her, but with her broken fingers, each time she tried
new agony would shoot up her arms. The gunfire seemed to be only a few short
moments but also taking forever at the same time as she laid under
Cyrille’s
corpse. When it finally stopped, the silence was
deafening. It wasn’t until Hark lifted the man’s body off her, she realized it
was finally over.

“Is it over?” she whispered.

Hark standing tall, nodded, “Yes,
sh’da’zha
’,
it is. Not that the police are going to be happy with me.
Jude and I left them no one to prosecute” He sighed, and Zhenya turned to look
around the room - to see if Sebastene and
Anastassia
were actually dead, but he stopped her. “Don’t look. They deserved what they
got. It’s not a memory you should have.” He stepped in front of her.

“Then what is?”

 
Turning her
around, she saw Gabriel standing in the doorway holding their daughter while a medic
checked her out. “That is.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Go to him.
Be happy. Leave the ugly stuff to me.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks. “But you deserve
happiness too, Hark.”

He pressed a kiss to her head. “Perhaps someday.
Now, don’t make him wait any longer. Life’s too short.”

Stumbling forward, she made her way to Gabriel.
“Master?”

At her softly spoken word, he turned to face her, a
smile crossing his face. “Does that mean you’re not going to fight the
inevitable?”

“The inevitable?” she repeated, not quite following
him, just happy both he and Sophie were safe, unhurt - alive.

He drew her close and nuzzled her ear. “Yes, the
inevitable. You moving in permanently to my home, helping me convert my office
into a nursery for Sophie, wearing my collar, and…us getting married?”

She pulled to back to look at him, searching his
eyes, but all she saw was caring and something else she was afraid to label.
“I’d say yes to all of it in a heartbeat, but you don’t have to marry me. I
made a vow to never marry a man who doesn’t love me as much as I love him.”

“Well then, there should be no issue with marrying
me, because I love you and unless you don’t love me, I’m eventually going to
put my ring on your finger.” His eyes darkened. “I can wait for a short time.
but you’ll find I’m a man who gets what he wants.”

“And what you want …”

“Is you, your obedience, and our daughter.” He
pressed a kiss to her lips.

Epilogue

 
Two Months Later

Zhenya slowly opened her eyes. Her body felt pleasantly sore from
the night before, reminding her of her first foray into wax play. The memory of
the momentary tingling burn from wax dripping off the tapers Gabriel had held
several inches off her body, before the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever
experienced, had her pussy growing damp. She’d never imagined in a million
years she’d end up pleading with her Master to use something like hot wax on
her, but he hadn’t lied when he’d said he’d have her begging for more. Shifting
a bit away from him, she studied his sleeping profile - the stubble on his
chin, the fan of his lashes against his high cheekbones, his rumpled hair, and
felt her heart once again melt. This was the man the world didn’t get to see,
the one she was getting more and more glimpses of - and she found she loved
this part of him nearly as much as she did the sophisticated restaurateur he
presented to the rest of the world. Or the Dom their friends expected when they
came to the club.

Ever since she’d taken up
Kalinda
on the
offer to exchange kids every other weekend, so both couples, or triad in
Kalinda’s
case, could enjoy a night at
Olivia’s
without having to pay exorbitant babysitting fees for an
overnight stay.
Not that
Kalinda
and her men couldn’t afford to pay a sitter, but
it’s nice they’re letting me work out something, so I don’t feel like a total
sponge.
Of course, Gabriel had offered to pay for it, but when she’d
explained she loved having the twins under foot for one night every couple
weeks, he’d smiled and agreed with her. Personally she thought he enjoyed
having the little hellions around even more than she did.

Speaking of hellions,
she thought, glancing over at the clock. She had
just enough time to do what she wanted before Sophie woke up. Reaching over,
she turned the monitor down. Gabriel had been true to his word and they
converted his office into a nursery for Sophie. The Pack & Play had been
returned to
Kalinda
, and her daughter now slept in
her own room to give her parents some privacy. Keeping an eye on her sleeping
Master, Zhenya lifted the blankets just enough to slip low beneath them to
reach what she wanted, her Master’s cock. She hadn’t wanted to play Sara’s game
of surprising Gabriel with blowjobs at work, but she still wanted to be able to
do something similar - to put a little bit of spontaneity into their love life,
where he wasn’t always in the control.
And
giving him a morning blowjob would be a good way to send him off to deal with
cranky vendors, irate customers, and more importantly, his dad.
Gabriel was
so much alike the elder Poulanos, it wasn’t surprising they fought
they
way they did, despite loving each other.

Sighing with pleasure as she found him naked, his sex still
imposing even in slumber, she inhaled the familiar scent of him. This wasn’t
the first time she’d taken him in her mouth - far from it. It seemed once they
returned from the warehouse, Gabriel had thrown himself completely into their
relationship, and nothing was off limits, oral sex, anal sex, all of it was
fair play as long as she consented. Her Master was a true hedonist when it came
to sex. But even as she lay between his legs, studying the object of her
desire, she found herself unable to cross the line and take what she wanted. It
was her nature to be submissive in sexual matters, and even as much as she
wanted him in her mouth, she felt like she needed his permission. Her inner
vixen protested vehemently, urging her to take him into her mouth, to pleasure
him and wake him up the right way.
He
wouldn’t care,
it whispered.
He loves
your blowjobs, take what you want, you’ll both be happier for it.

Then before her astonished eyes he hardened, his shaft lengthening
and swelling. It was the first time she’d ever witnessed the transition up
close and personal. Her eyes flew upwards, expecting to see him peeking down at
her, but the cover remained over her head. Only the change in his breathing
told her he was now awake, and knew exactly what she was doing. She waited for
him to say something, anything, but when he remained silent, she finally
gathered up her courage and lightly cupped his balls with one hand and his cock
with the other to guide him to her mouth. When no protest was forthcoming, she
slowly tongued the head of him, catching stray droplets of pre-cum with her
tongue. His sharp inhalation made her momentarily pause, but when no reprimand
was heard, she went for the gusto and sucked him deep into her mouth. Her lips
tightened around him as she pulled back up, while her tongue found the
sensitive underside of him.

“Ah, fuck…Zhenya …baby…” His voice was hoarse as his hands found
her head, not forcing but guiding her to the rhythm he needed.

Humming her approval, she was tempted to thrust her hand between
her own legs, but was afraid of what would happen if he found her pleasuring
herself. Her vixen goaded her. She’d already broken one unspoken rule, what was
another.
But the masturbation rule isn’t
unspoken.
But her horny little devil didn’t care, and she found her hand
between her thighs and her fingers finding her clit, as she moaned happily around
him. She’d only gotten a few strokes in when Gabriel levered himself up.

“Bad girl,” Gabriel hissed. His palm landed on her bottom. “I
warned you. No playing with yourself. That’s my job.” He hauled her out from
under the covers.

“But Master…” She began to protest, even as he pulled her higher,
until she was straddling his face.

“But nothing. You knew the rules and the consequences…” His eyes
darkened as he cupped her ass in his hands. “Grab the headboard.” She barely
had time to comply, before he speared her with his tongue, fucking in and out
of her while his nose rubbed over her clit. Her plan to pleasure him had spun
wildly out of control, and all she could do was hang on as brutal pleasure
built in her womb. When he pulled back, she gave a grateful sigh, only to
squeal as two of his fingers thrust inside of her, before withdrawing to smear
her wetness across her rosette. She sobbed as he replaced his fingers with his
tongue, the moist digit spearing inside her back hole.

“Ah….” Her head dropped between her arms, as shivers of pleasure
worked up her spine. It was a mysterious hotspot she’d never known she
possessed before meeting Gabriel. Ossie had never even touched her asshole,
while Gabriel seemed to delight in tormenting her with her sensitivity to anal
play. When he suddenly stopped, she whimpered.

“Turn,
louloúdi mou.”
When
she looked down at him, not quite understanding his command, he growled low in
his throat and shifted her around, until she was facing his feet and his
erection. Without a thought she sucked him in, her fingers caressing his balls
before slipping behind them to find the tender skin between his balls and ass.
When he groaned and a spurt of pre-cum filled her mouth, she felt accomplished.
It was only recently she’d found the spot that drove him nuts. She pressed more
firmly before flicking her nails against his tightly furled back door. The
resulting explosion from him surprised her, and all she could do was hang on.

“Naughty
fucking little sub. Ah, shit….coming…” he hissed, his hips lifting in time to
her moving mouth and fingers as the warm spurts of his release filled her
mouth. Swallowing rapidly, she tried to keep up with him. She didn’t have time
to savor his climax, before his tongue thrust full length into her ass as his
fingers found her clit. Her head tipped back while near violent surges of
pleasure hit her, when he milked her clit and his tongue explored every nook
and cranny of her.

“Oh
my God! Master, I’m
gonna
…” His rumble against the
inner curves of her
asscheeks
only sent her higher,
until she was dangling on the precipice of an orgasm so violent she’d have been
scared, if it had been any other man pushing her this high.
She tried to hold off but found it impossible when he
wrapped his arm round her waist, then gave her clit a hard pinch, the extra
push she needed. She muffled her scream in his leg as her body convulsed with
an ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever known. The sounds of him lapping up her
juices mixed with her cries, until she was nearly spent. “Oh my God…” she
whispered as his once again hard sex brushed her cheek.

“You’ll be screaming it before I’m done.” He pushed her up onto
all four, before slipping out from under her. When he pressed against her
bottom then shoved in to her welcoming wetness, she buried her face in the
bedding. In this position, he felt huge, like a log had been shoved inside her.

“But Master,
Nisey
and
Caelan’s
wedding…” The reminder seemed half-hearted even to
her own ears. “…we’ll be late…”

“Guess we’ll have to shower together to save time,” he grunted,
fucking her faster. “Tighter. I need it tighter,” he muttered, before pressing
her thighs together, trapping his cock inside her. She dug her fingers into the
sheets as another orgasm hit her, closely followed by his.

As they sank to the rumbled bedding, she tried to catch her
breath. “Damn, I need to try that again.” The words slipped free, and behind
her he chuckled, his lips pressed to her shoulder.

“What - the rule breaking, or waking up your new husband with a
blowjob?” He lifted her fingers to his mouth, kissing the slender gold wedding
band, which matched the accents on the dark collar around her throat.

“Hmmm, perhaps both, Master?” She wiggled her hips against him.

He groaned, before rolling off the bed and swatting her on the
ass. “Come on you hussy, we’ve got a wedding to get ready for.” Then he
disappeared into the master bath. She’d never been so happy in her life. It was
hard to believe she’d found such happiness out of such tragedy, but she wasn’t
going to turn it down. A few moments later, the water turned on and Gabriel’s
voice echoed through the open door. “Zhenya Poulanos, get your ass in here!”

She sighed, climbing out of bed. “Coming, Master.”

The End.

To find out more of what happened to Hark after the shoot-out in
the warehouse, look for

Hark’s Healing
…coming August 2013