Chapter 9*
Gavin walked over to her as she knelt there in the middle of the room. He stroked her face gently before lifting her chin to look at him.
"Come, let me mark you...absolutely mine," his eyes made her sigh. That absolute conviction.
He held out his hand to her and she took it gently. He led her through the room to the bedroom. She wanted to spin him around and rip his clothes off of him and fuck him but kept herself, with all her will, from doing so.
"You have really complicated my life, little one," he whispered as he turned to her. She started to say something but he pressed a finger to her lips.
"Don't," he commanded. She kissed his finger instead with a grin. Then gently nipped the end of his manicured finger. "I love the fact you have complicated things. I knew when I saw you in the coffee shop you were going to be a person I needed to experience."
He ran his fingers into her hair and pulled it backward to pull her face upward to him.
"I hope you are ready for me," he warned her his voice growing firm. "If not, you are going to regret becoming my sub."
"Will you be gentle at first?" she whispered.
"I don't do gentle," he smiled. "I do what I want, when I want, for as long as I want. You have to adjust to me. I promise you, if you just give me all, I will make this the most pleasurable sexual experience you will ever have."
She swallowed hard bringing his smile out.
"Oh, little one, what a decision you have made...both good and bad," he then crushed her lips with his mouth causing her to moan out in appreciation. The first step to taking her soul was with his lips. She would never be the same again and she knew it, she was thankful for it.
His kiss was searing her. Not on her lips that was pressed tightly to his, but her lower lips. They inflamed with the idea he was going to take her. Going to take her in ways she only dreamed about. Going to take her in ways she hadn't even fathomed. She could tell all of that by the kiss. The ultimate way to judge a man. The way a man kissed a woman. Gavin proved he was a Dominant. Just with his kiss.
Breaking the kiss caused her to gasp. She realized she hadn't taken a breath since he placed his lips on her. Her chest burned from it.
"Take my cock out," he said as his eyes burned into hers. "Now." She tried to look down but the tightening of his fingers in her hair told her that was not allowed. He was going to stare into her eyes while she did it.
She fumbled with his belt, then his button. With adrenalin shaking her fingers she pulled the zipper down and reached in to take hold of his shaft with her hand and found it to be a hot iron, hard and steamy. She smiled once she had him filling her hand. Their eyes locked on one another's.
"Do you like the way that feels, little one?" he asked her as he nibbled sharply on her throat. She thought for a moment he was going to chew through.
"Yes," she gasped as her skin was pulled by his teeth.
"Soon, it won't be just your hand that knows my cock," he said as he moved to a different part of her neck as he took hold of her skin again. "Soon your whole body will know my hardness. Your pussy will quake as you hold it, knowing what I will do to it. Soon your boyfriend's experience in your ass will be an afterthought as I fuck him away with the rest of the unworthy men that had you before me."
"But know this little one," he said coming up to her eyes again. "There will be no one after me that will make you forget the things I am going to do to you! Soon they will stop being your pussy and your ass. Soon, even your mouth will no longer be yours. After I take them with my cock...they will become mine!"
Forcing her to her knees she looked up as his cock was pressed to her lips. She took him hungrily causing his eyes to flutter closed as her hot mouth enveloped him in a wet sauna of passion. She also let out growl of excitement as she finally had her master's cock in her. Something she had desired from the moment he touched her.
She went after him like a ravenous beast, trying her best to throat him only to choke off and pull him from her mouth.
"Easy little one," he smiled down at her as she tried to take him back into her mouth. She was desperate for it. "We have plenty of time for you to learn how to throat my cock...and you will throat it!" He pulled her up gruffly and she whimpered as she wasn't done using his cock to satisfy her oral hunger.
Pressing her to the bed he spun her to where her head fell off the edge. He then moved over her and his balls dangled in front of her lips and she realized how beautiful they were to her. She suckled them gently with her lips the way she had done the offered strawberry. His hands moved gently down her body to her sensitive nipples. He rubbed his palm over them causing them to ache once again. How the hell does he do that? Alex screamed internally. He has barely touched me, I have barely had his cock in my mouth but I crave it like a favorite meal? How? How? HOW?
He moved the head of his cock down to her and she smiled as she took him back into her mouth. He held her head and lowered himself into her mouth even further causing her to gag a little on it before he pulled out. Not all the way, just to where the head was sitting at her lips.
Slowly he lowered himself back down and she could feel him pressing further into her mouth, again she gagged on its size. Again he pulled out to where only the head was on her lips.
She gasped around his head but never let him fully go, her hands tried to pull him deeper in her mouth.
"Little one," he scolded as he withdrew completely from her mouth causing her to whimper. "What have I told you about your hands?"
"I'm sorry, Sir," she whimpered. "It's just that I can't, NOT touch you!"
"I shall help you then," he smiled. He moved away from her and she started to turn over to see where he was going.
"There is no reason for you to move," he warned her when he looked to her. She watched from her upside down position. He went to a bag he had brought with him and pulled the rope out. This caused her to smile.
"I take it you like it this?" He asked her seeing her smile. She nodded. "I don't ask questions to be nodded at."
"Yes, Sir," she said quickly. He walked over to her and smiled.
"Give me your uncontrollable hands," he said.
He kept his beautiful cock just out of reach and she was frustrated by it. She instantly put them up. He flipped her over and pulled her arms behind her back. Folding them in half so that they crossed her shoulder blades before he moved over her and straddled her backside with his cock weighing heavily against her ass. She wiggled slightly and the heavy head fell in between her legs and nuzzled gently against her wet lips.
"If that goes in there before I'm ready I'm going to consider it a direct disobedience and worthy of 30 strokes," he warned her never stopping his wrapping of her arms. She thought he was just going to tie her wrists together but in typical Gavin fashion he didn't do anything without doing it thoroughly.
She looked back at him after his threat and smiled.
"You're assuming that it wouldn't be worth the 30 just to have your magnificent cock in me!" She said obstinately.
"Oh, Little one," he shook his head with a laugh. "That smart mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble! Shall I take it up to 60? 90? 100? I can go all night, can you? Test me little one, I will break you!"
"No, Sir," she smiled wickedly. "I'll be a good girl!"
"Good," he smiled as he nibbled the back of her neck. "I only let good girls cum. I would hate that our first night together be me showing you how good I am at bringing you to the verge of orgasm, then not letting you!" She swallowed hard. She knew he meant every delicious word he just said. "By the way, that is called 'edging'. And I will do that to you as well!"
"I will be your good girl," she whispered. "Please let me cum!"
"I like the way you beg," he kissed into her ear. She smiled as the goose bumps flooded her body from his hot breath. "Up, on your knees." He commanded. He pulled on her forearms and helped her to that position. Her face pressed into the soft mattress beneath her but the only thing she could think of was Lena and her sexual tryst in the sketchbook she so passionately drew so many nights ago.
"I saw this in your sketch book," he smiled, again the Jedi master had read her like an open book. "I take it you liked it enough to draw it." She nodded. "I bet that man didn't do to your friend the things I'm about to do to you!" She wanted to scream out in pleasure for him to do it but she only managed to bite her lip.
"No, no, little one," he smiled as he pulled on her chin. "Those are my lips, I will do the biting on them! There is nothing you have that doesn't belong to me. Soon you will learn I mean what I say...this body is mine!"
Gavin kept working, his rope wrapped around her upper thigh down to her knee then connected to her arms. Then he did the other one and attached it similarly to the other side. She tested the binds and found not only was her arms immobilized, so were her legs. They were tucked under her so that she couldn't go flat, even if she wanted to.
He still wasn't through. Gavin being Gavin. Thorough. He positioned her in the bed so that she was at the foot of it, her toes hanging off the edge. He then brought out more rope. How much rope did this man have? She laughed inwardly. Not a lot, not a little. Enough. She thought...only Gavin.
Wrapping around her ankles he then tied them off to the posts on the bed. He did the same with the other ankle to the opposite post. She tried her binds now and found she was completely helpless. She couldn't stop him at all. She couldn't move from him either. She was stuck there until he was done. A little leak ran down her inner thigh. She was so ready for whatever he had going.
"I see you are pleased, little one," he smiled as he dropped to his knees. His tongue found the leak and followed the trail back up forcing her to gasp audibly. "Absolutely the most delicious fruit I have ever tasted. This is the apple in the Garden of Eden, its sweet succulent flesh brought knowledge. Your flesh will too. The knowledge of pleasure, yours and mine!"
Holy fuck! Who talks like that? In this world where men think if they drop their pants you are supposed to get wet, this man spoke
words
that made her wet! Holy double fuck! She loved the words that came out, and then she remembered his stance on every word he spoke he meant as it was measured before he spoke it. This made her giddy. How did that work? Pleasing him pleased her? Then she began to understand the depth at which his pleasing her, pleased him.
She thought of the medallion that Elizabeth wore. The three waves, a full circle. The emblem began to reveal its truth to her. Now she wanted her own medallion. One that would tell the world what she was a part of. That she belonged to a world of little known pleasure. An enigmatic emblem. Like her secret smile. Something for the world to ponder but to never fully know. She was about to learn the full depths of it. She could feel it. In her sex which now waited for him to invade with his all. Powerless to stop it.
Her body quivered with the knowledge that Gavin was about to show her something few got to see. Few got to feel. Few got to enjoy. She then remembered all the 'kittens' at the party that hated her before they even spoke to her. Eat it bitches! She laughed. This is my pleasure. He chose me! That hit her like a ton of bricks. That made her squishy.
