The Watcher (20 page)

“You want proof, Lily? Proof that I’m not just a stalker?” I asked quietly.

“Yes Gabriel, you’re scaring me and I’m so confused about everything. I feel like you’re taking advantage of my vulnerability right now, knowing my husband just left me. What if all this is a ruse? I don’t know what to think, Gabriel. I want to believe you, I really do, but it’s just so farfetched. I mean, an angel? Come on! Does anyone even believe in angels anymore?”

I stared at her silently, contemplating something. Then I spoke directly to her in her thoughts “I can enter your mind Lily. I can talk to you without words. I can hear your thoughts, even the ones you don’t want me to hear.”

*****

Lily

Oh my god, it was his voice. He was speaking to me, but his lips weren’t moving, just like last night on the dance floor. I could still hear the birds, the wind, the sound of the water, but his voice rang loud and clear inside me. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I stared at him and shook my head slowly.

“Yes Lily, I’ve kept my distance, only listening to your thoughts sometimes, but never speaking to you until you were almost asleep at night. Thought you couldn’t see me, I watched you cry yourself to sleep so many nights as you wished for an angel to hold you and take away the pain,” his words were soft, his lips still not moving, and his eyes were angry. “I was there every time you called for that angel, whispering soothing words to you and holding you until you slept. Sometimes I watched you as you slept, as so many nights you were restless and in pain. Ryan caused you so much pain. I couldn’t understand why you stayed with him.”

I closed my mouth and just stared at him. His voice, so clear in my head, was making my body tingle in all the right places. I tried not to think any dirty thoughts, but they came through anyway. I wondered how many nights he was with me in my room when I was alone and horny and my husband was “working late.”

“All of them,” he said aloud. My breath hitched and I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.

“Tsk tsk Lily. I said to keep that tongue in your mouth. You also disobeyed me by questioning my motives and begging for answers. I think you might need a lesson to remind you who’s in charge here. I told you I would give you answers, but on my time, not yours. Stand up,” he ordered as he rose from the blanket.

I quickly stood up next to him, “I’m sorry Gabriel, it’s your story to tell, not mine. I’m just overwhelmed with everything.”

“Thank you for your apology. However, I want you to get used to how I do things. I respect that you are curious and full of temper and passion, but I want that temper and passion to belong to me, not be directed at me. I want to show you how I teach lessons to curious little kittens who disobey me.”

“Oh, have there been more?” I asked defiantly, looking up into his burning green eyes, challenging him and waiting for him to mention Rosy.

“Yes, Lily, I’ve had women before you. But no one quite like you, you like the fact I watched you. You like challenging me, almost as if you are begging me to punish you. And I like the way you disobey me.” He had backed me up against a very large tree at this point and I had nowhere to run. I knew I should be scared, but I was more turned on and intrigued than anything.

He slowly undid his belt and my breath caught in my chest. He smirked, showing that dimple, and I knew he was in my head.

“Not today, kitten. I’m saving that for when you’ve been a good girl. Today, you’ve been naughty and therefore need to be taught to behave.” He pulled his belt off, grabbed my wrists, clamping them together and wrapping the belt around them. He tightened the belt so I couldn’t move my hands, then looped the belt over a branch above my head, and pulled the belt tight around the branch until my arms were above my head. I stared into his eyes, which had turned from angry to excited. His breathing was starting to get as heavy as my own. He was in his element here. He looked wild with the nature backdrop and water rushing below us. I could picture him with his black wings raised, looking terrifying and sexy as hell.

“Are you afraid of the dark Lily?” he asked. I shook my head no and he grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back. He lowered his mouth to mine, and I was hoping he would kiss me.

He stopped right before his lips touched mine and whispered, “Answer me with words, Lily.”

“No sir,” I said quietly.

“You should be,” he replied and pulled my hoodie up over my head so I couldn’t see.

*****

Gabriel

She struggled against the belt, trying to pull her hands free. She was starting to freak out as she couldn’t see what was happening. I ran my finger down her cheek, trying to soothe her even as my dick hardened at the thoughts of what I could do to her while she was at my mercy. I wanted to free that dark side she kept hidden.

“Gabriel, please. I’m sorry I questioned you and yelled at you. Please untie me and we can finish our date,” she pleaded. I pulled her sweatshirt down and stared at her.

“You will stop speaking Lily, or I will gag you. I’m going to
show
you a bit about myself now instead of just talking. You want to get to know me better? Then pay attention. This is a side of me that few know about; that has been primed just for you. I know the hidden places of your mind, Lily. I know the darkness you crave. It’s the same in the dark corners of my mind. I’ve been searching for a kindred soul to understand this about me, and to crave it as much as I do. I’m going to put headphones in your ears, so we cannot hear each other’s thoughts, as I want to focus my attention on your body not your mind. Remember to stay quiet, or I will make you be quiet.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her breathing had picked up, her heart was racing, and she was somewhat frightened. But I knew it wasn’t of what I was going to do, but frightened she was going to like it. I placed headphones in her ears and pulled her sweatshirt back up over her head, blocking out everything. All of her other senses were suddenly heightened. I knew she could smell the bark of the tree and the faint smell of my sweat and deodorant on her shirt from holding onto me on the bike. I pushed her legs apart and tied up her right ankle. I moved around her swiftly and quietly pulled her legs apart and tied her left ankle. She tried moving her legs but they were pulled tight. My dick hardened at the sight of her so fucking beautiful and vulnerable and completely at my mercy.  My dark desires began to creep over me, like a slow fog on a stormy night. I took a deep breath in anticipation and plotted for what would come next.

*****

Lily

Music began to play and I realized it was the
Crazy In Love
remake Beyoncé did for the
50 Shades of Grey
movie. I gasped but quieted quickly, afraid to make him mad again. The music was loud and pulsing and I felt his fingers begin to lightly skim over my arms and down my sides. I was very ticklish and I tried very hard not to move. I bit down on my lip and held in my nervous giggle. He lifted up my other layers exposing my simple cotton bra. I was slightly embarrassed that I hadn’t worn anything sexier, but I didn’t own anything like that. Ryan had stopped thinking I was sexy months ago so I had thrown everything out so that I wouldn’t be reminded that I was disgusting.

His fingers began running over my cleavage, lightly at first, then he applied his palm and more pressure. I could feel his calluses from his guitar and began to pant a little. I felt him step closer and his lips were on me suddenly, trailing wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses on the same path his hand had just traced. I moaned quietly and let my head fall back. The ache between my legs began to grow as his tongue skimmed my flesh. The lyrics were echoing in my ears, the beat pulsing to the pulse in my clit.

He pulled my bra cups down one at a time exposing my nipples to the cool air. I was a bit self-conscious of my nipples as they were so much bigger than normal ones. I was thankful my sweatshirt was covering the blush that was reddening my cheeks. His tongue softly licked the left one, then he moved to the right one. I struggled to stay still as the sensations made me wetter and wetter.

He stopped suddenly and I felt the lack of his touch acutely. I waited impatiently for him to return, missing his soft lips on my skin, when all of sudden I felt a sharp pain on my left nipple then one on my right nipple. The pain lasted a few seconds, and I began to adjust. Then a cold piece of metal touched my skin just under my breasts. It was a chain, I was sure of it. It must have been attached to nipple clamps.

Oh god, I had always wanted someone to use those on me. I felt his palm and fingers run down my throat and over my cleavage then he lifted the chain off my chest and gave a small tug. A sharp pain shot through both my nipples as I felt his lips press a kiss on my collarbone. He traced my collarbone with kisses, tugging on the chain every few seconds. I gasped each time, never knowing exactly when he was going to tug. My panties were soaked and I longed to rub my thighs together to ease the ache.

My hips were slowly moving in time to the violins in the song, the beat taking over my thoughts. He turned up the music just as she sang about his touch driving her crazy. I wondered what he looked like as he was torturing my breasts so deliciously. I knew his eyes were shining that clear and mesmerizing green. I could feel his breath on my neck coming in short, hot spurts. He was turned on too, I realized.

My self-consciousness began to ebb away and I began to feel sexy for the first time in years. His lips trailed soft kisses up the right side of my neck and he gently bit it as he gave the chain another tug. God, the pain was so delicious. I had been afraid of the pain I had read about in books like
50 Shades
, but I had also been jealous of these fictional characters. I wanted that excitement, that pain, that pleasure, that release. Oh god, the sweet release was all I could think about right now.

“Gabriel please,” I almost sobbed into my sweatshirt.

He turned the music off and then I heard his voice in my head, “What do you need kitten?”

“Please Gabriel, I need…I need…” I couldn’t finish my sentence, as he pulled on the chain again, much harder this time. I cried out and he pulled the sweatshirt down so I could see him.

“You need more, don’t you Lily?” I nodded, unable to catch my breath, and he tugged on the chain again.

“What did I say about nodding, kitten?”

“I’m sorry, I…I…yes Gabriel, I need more. Please, the ache is so deep.”

He looked into my eyes and smirked. He unhooked the clamps slowly and bent his head to my nipples. He took the right one into his mouth and softly suckled on it, soothing the sting from the metal clamp. I leaned my head back and moaned quietly. He switched over to my left nipple and licked it with his hot, wet tongue. I noticed how strong his tongue was as he lavished my nipple with sweet attention and I ached for him to do the same to my clit. He lifted his head back up, the smirk having left his face. He looked into my eyes and replaced the cups of my bra over my breasts, pulled my shirts back down and smoothed my hair back.

“This was a lesson, kitten, on patience. When I tell you to wait for something, you will wait. If you do not want to wait and question me or press me, I will test your patience again and again. I have plenty of props like the one I used today to help with the lessons, so you’d be wise to practice that patience before I have to use them. Unless you really want me to use them…" he trailed off and lifted an eyebrow. My face turned bright red and I bowed my head, hoping like hell he wasn’t in my head at this moment. I wanted nothing more than to see his props and be his pupil for all his lessons. I felt almost wanton in my lust for him. He lifted my chin so I was looking in his eyes once again.

“That can be arranged,” he smiled slowly, almost looking like a predator having just caught his prey.

“For now, I’m leaving you with that ache. I want you to feel it all day and all night, remembering that I am in charge of your body now. I own your pleasure and your pain. You’ve tortured me for two years with that delectable body of yours. This ache I have for you runs so deep, it’s a part of my blood now. I want you to feel a part of my ache. You will not touch yourself tonight, and you know that I will know if you do. If you do, I’ll continue to teach you patience,” he said, “And next time I won’t be so gentle.”

I just stared at him, unable to speak. I wasn’t sure what I had gotten myself into. Did I want this? Did I have a choice? If he really was part angel, couldn’t he just bend me to his will and make me do what he wanted?

His voice sounded in my head again, “Yes beautiful, I could bend you to my will, but I don’t want to. I want you to want this too. You are free to go at any time. I will not hold you prisoner, unless you want me to.”

I giggled and said, "I may want you to."

“As you wish,” he smirked and untied my legs. I shook each one gently getting the blood flowing back into them. He then reached up and undid the belt from the branch and freed my wrists. I rubbed them softly and he replaced his belt. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache a bit. He looked at me and backed me into the tree. One hand of his took both my hands and lifted them up and pressed them against the tree above my head. His other hand cupped my sex and slowly rubbed it.

“It hurts, doesn’t it Lily? You can feel all your blood pulsing in your sex, begging for my hand to relieve it. Or maybe my tongue? You can almost feel my tongue running up and down those sweet lips, playing with your clit, making you beg me for more, can’t you?”

I whimpered and said, “Yes, sir.”

“Good, feel that ache, that pain. Savor it. It’ll make you feel alive.” I nodded and continued to stare up into his eyes. They were filled lust and heat and something darker. He kissed my forehead softly and said it was time to head back before it got dark. I helped him to clean up the picnic and we walked back to the bike. He helped me with my helmet and we climbed on and began to make our way out of the forest. God I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone. I could feel my wetness pressed up against him and I couldn’t help but pull my hips closer and wrap my arms a little tighter. His breath caught and I knew he was feeling the ache too, perhaps even more than me. I had only known him a few days and the ache inside me for him was almost painful. I couldn’t imagine what two years of it would do to me. Probably drive me insane. I could feel him chuckle and I silently told him to get out of my head.