Obsession (9 page)

She swallowed the emotion rising in her throat and nodded. “I’m okay.”

“Then come here.” He led her to the block and guided her legs into the ankle restraints, buckling them so that they were snug to the skin, but not tight enough to impede circulation. “Bend over, rest your weight on the pad and give me your arms.” He said softly. Slowly, she did as he bid, her fear spiking. As he began to do the buckles up, she reflexively tested the cuff and jerked her arm helplessly when it didn’t move. “Steady.” He murmured, running a soothing hand up her back. “I’m not going to hurt you Noelle.”

Her breath was coming in little pants as she fought to regain her sense of balance. He wasn’t going to hurt her. He promised. She had her safe word
, so why the fear? It was that doubt creeping in...they’d only been dating a couple of weeks. How well did she know him? Well enough to be tied up and helpless in a soundproof room? It all came down to whether or not she could trust him and, while her instincts said she could, her body was screaming to fight the restraints and run free.

When he moved behind her she quivered, her knees buckling slightly. Turning her head, she watched him in the mirrored wall as he walked to the chest of drawers and opened one, slipping something into his pocket. He was too far away and the angle too acute to see what it was, but it made her nervous.
He returned and ran a gentle hand over the curve of her body, caressing the soft mounds of her rear and slipping between them to finger her pussy. She jerked against the restraints again as he slipped his thumb inside her and lazily circled her clit with his forefinger.

“Abandon yourself to me.” He commanded in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper. “Don’t fight the restraints kitten. Let them set you free.”

She bowed her head, turning away from the mirror. He was right. She either carried on fighting and let her fear eat away at her, or she trusted him absolutely and absolved herself of shame for whatever was about to happen. Realising only one of those options was going to save her sanity, she straightened her legs and relaxed into the stack. She was at his mercy and it was easier on her if she didn’t fight it.

Happy with her response, he continued to tease her with his hand, running his other one gently up and down the base of her spine. It was soothing and erotic and eventually her anticipation swallowed her fear
, until she was moving against him as much as the restraints would allow.

When he took his hand away, she glanced up to the mirror and saw him pop the buttons on his jeans, working them open so his cock sprang free from the confines of his clothing. He met her eyes in the mirror and smiled, curling his hand around it and running it up and down. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.
“Do you want this inside you?” He asked, his hand pumping.

“Yes.” She breathed.

“How much?”

The ability to form words seemed to have deserted her as she watched him.
“A lot.” She managed eventually. “Please Gabriel.”

She watched as he came closer, forcing her legs to stay upright as they trembled with need. “
You will watch every minute of this.” He instructed her. “But you can come whenever you want. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She inhaled sharply when he set the tip of his cock at her entrance.

“Good.” He slid into her in one smooth move and she bowed against the cuffs as her body fought to rise to his. He didn’t even give her a moment to recover, thrusting again as she cried out. “Watch!” He growled and she forced her eyes open to look in the mirror. It was the most mesmerisingly erotic thing she’d ever seen...his shaft sliding in and out of her, glistening smoothly under the overhead lights. There was a fierce light in his eyes as he set up a steady pace, relentlessly plunging into her, again and again.

She was so focused on the sensation and the sight of him fucking her
, that she didn’t see what he was doing with the hand on the far side from the mirror, until she saw it rising over her body and felt his thumb, cold with some sort of gel, pressing against the entrance to her arse. It was like all her nerve endings fired at once in a blitz of filthy sexy sensation. Her body fought the restraints again as he slowly worked his thumb into it, making her moan. It was so wrong, but it felt insanely good, like a forbidden taste of something illicit. He set up a rhythm in counterpoint to his cock until she could feel it was slick and gliding easily, and then he withdrew, fetching something else from his pocket. She was so far gone she could barely focus on what he was doing, other than to see it was small and silvery, maybe the width of two fingers. Then she felt it...cold metal sliding between her cheeks and pressing at her entrance. It was so wrong and it felt delicious and it was like she was burning all over as her nerve endings lit on fire with sensation.

“Oh my god...” she whispered, pressing her cheek to the
block, unable to hold her head up any more.

“God has nothing to do with this.” He sounded amused and totally in control, like he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. “I am your master now.”

“Yes.” She whispered, fighting the urge to close her eyes so strongly that they prickled with tears.

“Say it out loud.” He encouraged and she swallowed.

“You are my master now.”

“Good girl.” He pushed the metal all the way in, filling her up until she was aching with intensity
, and then he pulled her hips back, repositioning her. “Very good girl. And like all good girls, you’ll get your reward.” He grinned like a tiger as he pressed a hidden button and whatever was in her arse began vibrating. Seconds later he reached underneath her and began to massage her clit as her knees buckled like overcooked noodles. He thrust into her once, twice and then, almost without warning, she crashed freefalling into climax, bodily convulsing as he wrung it out of her.

After he’d finished, he cleaned her up quickly and efficiently and then gently unbuckled her, lifting her upright as she swayed slightly.

“Just take a moment to adjust.” He murmured, steadying her. “Are you okay?”

“Uhuh.”
She held onto him until her sense of balance was restored.

“Go put your clothes on.” He kissed her forehead. “We have shopping to do.”

“That’s it?” She stared at him. “You put me through something like that and then we just snap right back into normality?”

“That was pretty mild kitten.” He seemed amused. “It’
s about as normal as I get.”

“Wow.” She shook her head, not sure what to say.

“Are you dealing with this okay?” He asked, his face shifting into concern and she nodded.

“I’m fine. I just...I’ve never done anything like that before.” She blinked and shook her head again. “I just need a moment to adjust.”

“Speak to me.” He said later as he drove them down into the city. “You seem quiet – I need you to be honest with me.”

“I hadn’t expected it to be so liberating.” She admitted quietly. “I mean, you...you...”

“Came in by the rear entrance?” He flashed
her a grin and she went crimson.

“Yes...that. But being tied...I can’t blame myself for what you did to me. If I hadn’t surrendered I’d have hurt myself.”

“And you are struggling with this because...?”

“Because I feel like I should be ashamed. It was wrong Gabriel.
Nature never intended for...it to be used for that purpose.”

“Did it feel good?” He leaned across and squeezed her hands where she was wringing them in her lap.

“Yes.” She whispered, turning away so she wouldn’t have to look at him.

“Then nature made it that way.
It’s society that says you shouldn’t do it and you know how I feel about societal norms.” She still wouldn’t look at him, struggling as she was with her own emotions, so he gave her some space and changed the subject. “Talking of my subversive views, I realised I forgot to tell you I’m going to perform on New Year’s Eve.”

“You’re doing a concert?
As Darkness Falls?” Her head snapped round to stare at him.

“Yeah.”
He went quiet for a moment, navigating a busy junction as they headed for the biggest shopping centre. “I was asked months ago and I forgot I’d said yes until I had a reminder email about rehearsals this morning.”

“How often do you see the band?” She asked curiously. “They know who you are, right?”

“They know, but they’ll never say.” The ghost of a smile lightened his face. “We have a running bet on who’s going to be offered the most astronomical sum of money for the inside scoop. We’re already in the millions.”

“Really?”
She couldn’t comprehend turning down that kind of money. It was more than she’d make in a decade of teaching.

“Yes really. That’s why I’m telling you now.” He glanced across at her. “If you want to come to the gig, we need to buy you a mask so no-one can take your picture and try to track you down.”

“I think I should.” She couldn’t believe she was saying it but it felt right. She needed to see that part of him, like it was an important piece of the puzzle that made up his complex persona. “I don’t think I’ve got anything suitable for wearing to a rock concert though.”

“You let me worry about that.”
He turned into the car park. “I know exactly what you need...”

It was late by the time they finished shopping and they met back at a restaurant not far from the car park for dinner, before heading back to Gabriel’s house in the hills.

“I should go and wrap some of these things.” Noelle laughed, hefting a bag of gifts. They weren’t expensive, she couldn’t afford much on her teacher’s salary, but she had always had a knack for buying presents people loved.

“You can wrap them tomorrow.” Gabriel dropped the bags he was carrying under the coat rack and tossed his keys in the dish by the front door. “I told you tonight
was mine. We’re going to the play room.”

“Right now?”
She blinked. “We only just got in. Don’t you want a drink or something first?”

“No.” He shrugged out of his coat. “It’s been driving me crazy all day. You go freshen up, or whatever it is ladies do, but I want you in there in ten minutes.”

“Okay.” Her throat had suddenly gone dry and she set down her bags, shrugging out of her coat as he watched. “I’ll go put these things away.” Gathering the bags up again, she headed through to the bedroom and tucked them neatly in the section of closet he’d cleared for her clothes. For a moment she stared at the bed, wondering what she was supposed to do, but nothing sprang immediately to mind. It wasn’t like she prepared for a session as a sub on a regular basis. In the end, she prepared as she normally would for going to bed, using the bathroom and having a quick wash.

She stepped into the play room with seconds to spare and he was already in there waiting for her, three coils of rope swinging loosely from his hand. “Get undressed.” He told her quietly, hanging the ropes from one of the wall hooks nearest the tilting table.

In silence she removed her clothes, folding them neatly and laying them on top of the drawers beside the door. It was amazing how little embarrassment she felt after having been through this ritual before. Returning to him, she studied the floor, noticing for the first time that he’d kicked his shoes and socks off and was bare-foot.

“Remind me of your safe word.” He commanded softly, the timbre of his voice making her shiver.

“Cabbage.” It was a ridiculous safe word, but this time she didn’t smile. Anticipation and no small amount of fear were making her breath come short.

“Good.” He reached under the table and turned something, pressing the end to ensure it wouldn’t tilt.
“Sit here.” He patted the junction of the inverted T and she moved to sit there. It was just a little bit too high for her to climb on comfortably, so he lifted her up with his musician’s hands around her tiny waist. The rasp of callus on her soft skin raised goosebumps. “Lie back.” His voice was so soft, but there was no way she would have disobeyed. The padding was cold against her skin, smooth like leather. He took down one of the coils of rope and played it out, twisting and turning it in his hands as he moved around behind her. “Drop your arms down to the sides.” He told her and she did as he asked, wondering what he was doing.

The first loop of rope went around her waist, securing her firmly
, but not too tightly, to the table. He worked his way up, securing her arms and shoulders, neatly tying off the rope underneath the table.

“Is that comfortable?” He asked, sliding a finger underneath each rope to test the tension.

“Surprisingly, yes.” It was a weird experience. The amount of care and attention that went into it made her feel strangely secure. At the same time there was an element of eroticism to it, as though she was being gift-wrapped for him. The constant pressure all over her torso reminded her that with every breath she took, or every tiny movement she made, she belonged to him.

“Good.” He lifted another coil of rope down. “Draw your left knee up to your chest.” He swiftly bound it with the rope so that she couldn’t straighten her leg, looping the end of the cable over the end of the horizontal section of the table and Noelle suddenly realised why it was that shape. She shook when he repeated the same ritual with her right leg, tying it so that it was neatly bent and looping the rope over the table. “Don’t fight this.” He warned, exerting pressure on the ropes
, and her knees were forced apart, splaying her wide open to him. Her instinct was to fight the pressure, but she forced herself to breathe through her nose and relax. She’d never felt so vulnerable in her life. He tied off the ends to hold her in that position and then walked around her, studying her body from every angle as she tilted her head, trying to watch him. “You’re beautiful kitten.” He murmured. She knew her cheeks were flaming with embarrassment as he completed his circle and bent down to study her pussy. “You’re beautiful here too.” She shuddered as he stroked gentle fingers over it, spreading out the petals. “What
am
I going to do with you?” She couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going through his head.