Pleasure and Danger (3 page)

“Those necklaces,” Gabriel said behind me. “They’re not what I had in mind for you.”

My stomach churned with excitement. Oh, God. Was it eleven-thirty already? I shifted my gaze to one of the watches behind the glass—all of them were set to the correct time. Eleven-twenty. Was he early because he couldn’t wait?

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, breathless, my heart clattering. I didn’t turn to look at him, keeping my sights on the watches instead. If I did turn, if I stared at him, I’d want to get down that alley as quickly as possible. No, I had to let him lead, let him show me what him, being a true Master was like—what me, being a sub could be like if I learnt all the rules.

“Something like that one, Isabella.”

His hand came over my shoulder, and he pointed to a diamond choker. Ah, I knew exactly what that piece of jewelry signified, but for him to have highlighted that one, one that was so close to being a collar…

Oh, God, he’s serious about this. About me.

I swallowed. “That’s…that’s very pretty.” My hands were shaking.

“It is. It also hides the true purpose,” he said. “Although we shouldn’t be ashamed to wear our collars, it’s sometimes easier, what with people not understanding what we do and why we like it, to disguise a few things. Take that choker, for instance.”

I riveted my attention to it, imagined it around my neck. It was chunky, so far along the scale from the other, more delicate necklaces, and very much the kind of thing I would have chosen for myself.

“To others it just looks like a choker, wouldn’t you say?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“But it means so much more. Do you know anything about the lifestyle, my Isabella?”

My Isabella…

“Enough to know that wearing one of those means you belong to a Master.”

“Yes.” He paused, then, “And would you
want
to belong to a Master?”

“Only you,” I blurted and blushed, feeling I’d shown him exactly what he’d said I was. And free, so bloody free that I’d said it out loud and had acknowledged it properly to myself. That I was sub material. How come I’d denied it for so long? Had I just been waiting for the right partner to arrive, was that it?

“That’s nice to hear,” he said. “Perhaps I might buy it for you at some point. But it’s early days yet, and you have many things to consider, many rules you need to know about, many scenes you need to participate in to know whether the lifestyle really is for you.”

“But if you’re willing to teach me…”

“Oh, I am. Fuck, yes, I am.”

I felt his presence leave. I caught sight of his reflection in the window and watched him make his way toward Millets, just as we’d agreed. He leaned against the shop door jamb, one leg straight, the other bent at the knee, the toe of his shoe kissing the pavers. He’d worn a suit, as I’d requested, and the red tie.

That tie. I want it around my wrists, so tight that it burns.

I took a moment to consider what he’d said. He’d been deadly serious, and I had to take some time over the next few days to think about the enormous step I knew I would be taking—one I
wanted
to take more than anything. It meant a hell of a lot of change, but I had it in me to soak it all up—to enjoy it all, every bit of it—and become who I really was.

Gabriel lifted his hand to his mouth and formed a fist, as though he was coughing, chivvying me along. I turned and purposely didn’t look at him while strolling across to Millets, pretending something in the window held my full attention. Once there, I stopped within a few feet of him and gazed at the goods on display. Camping gear mainly—a rolled-up sleeping bag complete with holdall, a pop-up tent, a range of brightly colored drinking flasks and, rather oddly I thought, a black T-shirt with a yellow smiley face on it that didn’t seem to gel with the other things the store sold.

“A smiley face means a happy person,” Gabriel said, coming to stand a person’s width beside me.

I reminded myself he was supposed to be a stranger, that I didn’t know him from Adam, and considered how I would have reacted if that were true. I stiffened my shoulders and refrained from looking at him.

“Are
you
a happy person?” he asked.

At this point, had a man asked me that out of the blue, I’d have deemed him off his rocker and would have made a hasty retreat. However, I decided to play the unhappy person card to see what he’d say.

“No. I’m very sad. I’m all alone in this world with no one to take care of me.” I almost laughed at how B-movie I sounded, how 1900s. I turned my head so I was looking up at him and batted my eyelashes for good measure.

His mouth twitched and his eyes seemed to sparkle. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He looked me up and down, as though appraising meat in a butcher shop.

I loved that look.

He cleared his throat. “I’d have presumed a woman like yourself would be very happy, what with all the cock you must get.”

I widened my eyes in shock then remembered how I was dressed. “What do you mean?”

“Well, a woman of the night—or the day, as it were—should be happy considering she rakes in cash from servicing men. That
is
what you do, isn’t it?” He raised his eyebrows and stared at me, daring me to answer otherwise.

“Yes, I’m a slut. A take-money-for-sex slut. What about it?” I cocked my hip, really getting into role, evicting that B-movie girl-next-door and moving in the sassy harlot. “Do you want what’s on offer? Do you like what you see?”

“I do,” he said, squeezing closer so he stood an inch or so from me. “But I’m willing to bet I’ll like what I
can’t
see more.” He raised his hand and brushed his fingertips down my jacket zip. “Like your tits. I think they’d be just what I want to touch.”

I was getting wet now, his words, the change in mood turning this meeting into the very thing I’d wanted it to be. Dirty. Brazen. Rude.

He lowered his hand farther, hovering his fingers over my pelvis. “And your cunt—I’d like to see that. To touch it, slide my fingers inside it, feel how wet you are. And you
are
wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you want me to do those things to you, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then I have the perfect place for someone like you.”

A shiver of delight went through me. “And where would that be?”

“Somewhere that fits in with what and who you are.” He appraised me some more, lowering his hand to his side and licking his lips. “Rubbish.”

“Rubbish?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Yes, and where I’d take you there’ll be plenty of it.”

“So take me there,” I said, lifting my chin. “Take me there and let me fit in with the surroundings. Make me feel right at home.”

Chapter Three

“Down here,” he said, pushing me into the mouth of the narrow alley. “Go to the end, and be quick about it.”

I wasn’t quick. I wanted to stand there and look down it, to take in every aspect of it so that when he was fucking me and I had my eyes closed, I could recall every decrepit inch of it. I stopped abruptly and he bumped into the back of me.

“What are you waiting for, slut?”

I ignored him. There seemed to be more rubbish on the ground compared to the last time I’d glanced down here. Had he brought some extra? Strewn it on the floor knowing I wanted it as dirty as it could be? Yes, there were the Burger King wrappers and Coke cans I’d mentioned when describing this fantasy to him, and the crumpled newspaper pages that had once been flat and unwrinkled, possibly spread on someone’s breakfast table while they’d read it and munched on their bacon and eggs.

I wanted Gabriel to munch on me, to stick that long tongue of his inside my folds and find my clit, circle around it while the knees of his suit trousers got dirty, damp from the ground. While my arse got cold and numb from me leaning against the wall, scraped from the rough knobbles on the bricks.

There was a ceiling, and I knew the building above was the reason. Why had someone even created an alley here? What was its purpose? I glanced around again and noted that added to the usual rubbish was a porn magazine, right by my feet, the pages open on an image of a woman with her legs wide open. It was new, recently discarded and, I presumed, placed there, with that page showing, for a very good reason.

She had a butt plug inserted into her arse.

‘Since I’ve fucked your pussy and your mouth, maybe there is something else I want. And if you are really mine, you will give it to me.’

That’s what Gabriel had said earlier this morning, and he’d been referring to anal sex, of that much I was certain. I’d indulged in anal play before, but with slim vibrators or a finger. Gabriel had said it would hurt, and I could imagine it would, considering the girth of his cock. But pain was the name of my game—I craved it—and if he were prepared to give me the burning, eye-watering agony I was prepared to take, then he was definitely the man for me.

“That woman,” he said, putting his face close to mine over my shoulder. “She’s loving that being up her arse.”

“She is.”

“Do you want something up
your
arse?”

“I do.”

“Then you’ll get it. Tell me”—he licked my earlobe—“what is the thickest thing you’ve had up there?”

“A finger.”

“Do you think you can handle more?” He licked down my jaw then reached round to take my chin between his finger and thumb. He turned my head to the side and kissed my mouth, long and hard and wet, then released me, staring into my eyes. “Do you think you could take a cock up there?”

“I could.” My heart was pattering so wildly, and my knees—God, they’d turned to jelly. “I can take anything you want to give me. I’ll do anything you want.”

“First, slut, I want you to call me Sir, and I will call you sub.”

“Yes.” I blew out a rush of air.

“Then I’m going to check with you every step of the way as to whether you’re all right.”

He’d gone into Master mode, out of his other character of picking up a strange woman for sex. I admired him for not forgetting the rules, the real rules.

“You must have a safe word if we’re to continue, sub. Choose one.”

“Filthy,” I said, without having to think about it.

He smiled, like a predator, and it churned my insides and made me feel even weaker. This man, this glorious, utterly wonderful man, was mine if I wanted him.

And I wanted him.

“Get down there,” he said, shoving me in the back.

Just with him doing that he’d transported me right to where I needed to be in my mind, thought of as unworthy, a woman he didn’t care about, just someone he could fuck. An any-hole-will-do kind of man. That he could switch moods to suit mine was a massive bonus, and I knew I didn’t want to let him go, let someone else have the pleasure he could give. I needed it all to myself. I needed him to want to give it just to me.

I stumbled forward, putting my hands out to steady myself on the brick walls on either side. A delicious dampness cooled my hands, and one of them slid over some shiny kind of moss. My cunt spasmed, and I couldn’t wait to reach the wall at end of the alley. I practically ran there and pressed my back to it, spreading my legs as far as my skirt would allow, just like that woman in the magazine.

Gabriel was still at the other end of the alley, staring down at me, arms by his sides, clenching then unclenching his hands. He took in a deep breath and his chest expanded, making him seem wider, making him fill the entryway with very little space remaining left or right of him. He was so broad, so bloody big, so…so fucking sexy.

He advanced then, his features growing darker with every step he took, the lack of light in the alley meaning shadows eclipsed his face. Within seconds he’d gone from sexy to sinister, and the sight of him, more like a silhouette now, thrilled me to my core. I shuddered against the wall, the first inkling of an orgasm already beginning to build, and panted to try to control my ever-increasing heartbeat.

Without warning, he shoved up my skirt so it bunched at my waist then yanked my knickers—hard—so that the thin straps dug into my flesh before they broke. He tossed them to the ground. Stood on them, grinding the fabric into the filth. Stared at me the whole time with what I could only imagine was a look of determination. The look of a Master intent on getting this scene well and truly underway. He reached into his jacket and withdrew something I couldn’t quite make out, although I saw it was about four inches in length. Then he removed another object, turning away from me to fiddle with it. I was intrigued as to what it was, and that served to excite me even more.

“This,” he said, lowering his hands toward my pussy then dragging whatever he held up through my folds—something hard and possibly covered in lube owing to the cold wetness, “is what you’ll be taking up your arse. It’s not long, but…”

He got me good and wet, swirling it over my clit, sliding it into my cunt and pushing it in and out to create more lube. “But it’s wide—wide enough that it’ll hurt, just like you want it to.”

He moved it toward my rear entrance. Waited a few seconds.

Then pushed it in.

The burn, the burn, my God it hurt. I clenched my teeth at the ferocity of the heat as my arse expanded to accommodate the sudden intrusion. I hadn’t been prepared, and that was a good thing. If he’d fingered me, if he’d prepped me, I wouldn’t have this savage yet divine stretch going on right then. I keened quietly, literally felt my arse expanding, the rim taut, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Yet again he’d tapped into my baser needs and carried them out.

“That hurts, doesn’t it, sub?” He took his hand away, leaving the plug in place.

“Yes, Sir.”

“How much?”

“So much…but I love it, Sir.”

“I’m sure you do.” He unzipped my jacket. “And now I’m going to have a look at what you hadn’t put on display out there in town.” He pushed the jacket fronts aside then pulled down my top, exposing my breasts. “Ah, beautiful.”

As the raging heat continued to grow, beats of pleasure pulsed in my clit. He bent his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, clamping it between his teeth and tugging.