Page 16 of Gabe's Obsession
"No, Angel. You most certainly are not at all like the other women I know. You are one of a kind and you've been teaching me that lesson for more years than I care to count. Come here so we can talk." He took a seat on the brown leather couch he kept in his office solely because this was the kind of moment he'd been hoping for when he designed this room.
He had often imagined her in here, naked and waiting while he finished work. Or maybe sitting at his feet while he took a phone call with his fingers buried deep inside her as she tried to maintain her composure as to not alert the caller that she was about to come all over his hand...
He inwardly groaned. These fantasies were not helping. Although he filed both scenarios away and made plans to use them both on his little brat as soon as she was ready.
When she tried to take a seat next to him, he tugged on her arm until she fell in his lap.
"Gabe!" she squeaked, losing her balance and falling against his chest.
It felt good to have her settled against him. He would've preferred her naked, but they would have time for that later.
First things first.
"You could've warned me," she said, straightening her body and adjusting her shirt.
"Never count on that, darlin'. A Dom's favorite weapon is the element of surprise."
"Is that what we’re doing? You are Domming me now?"
Gave allowed a small sigh to escape. "Don't try to analyze this. That's never going to work. I already know in here." He gently touched her chest with his fingertip. "That you trust me. So why don't you sit back, relax and listen. You're way too uptight."
She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "You're right, this has already been one hell of a day. And for that matter a month, the year, even a decade."
She settled against him, even laying her head on his chest. The soft, silky strands of her rich brown hair brushed against his neck, forcing him to hold his breath and count to ten. Every touch, every sigh and pretty much everything about her got to him. Always had. Always would.
"You always want to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, never asking anyone for help. In that respect you’re pretty much just like your brothers."
A slight snort/giggle erupted out of her, totally unbidden and one hundred percent all Nina. She wasn't the only one wound tight. They both needed this time.
“I’d never even heard of BDSM before college. We were from a small, conservative town in the middle of nowhere where the most exciting thing that happened was some redneck startin' trouble at the local Piggly Wiggly. But after the accident, when your brothers kind of adopted me, they took me everywhere they went. Including a sex club in Raleigh during my junior year. Ironically, they claimedIwas too uptight and deemed that I needed to get laid. And thus my journey to becoming a dominant began."
He ran his fingers along her spine, up and down, and taking note of the slow ease of her muscles as she began to relax.
"Oh, I totally figured it was their fault. That's just the how. What about the why?"
"Take it easy, I'm getting there. Hasn't anyone ever told you that all good things come to those who wait?"
"That's just what people say when they're trying to avoid telling you the truth."
He laughed, it was hard not to. She had a comeback for everything. "You southern girls have no patience."
She giggled again. "Best remember that, huh?"
"Normally, that would earn you another spanking. Luckily for you, I'm not keeping track yet."
She lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes slightly dilated. "You seem fixated on the spanking thing. I thought you didn't want to hurt me?"
"That's not what I said at all. Sometimes it takes a little pain before pleasure to get your head on straight. Then there are other times when pain can actually enhance pleasure."
"I don't know about that." She sighed. "Pain just sounds like pain. Although I'm not blind. I've watched many scenes at Purgatory where a sub was either being flogged, spanked or whipped that somehow led to an explosive orgasm. I just don't think that would work for me."
"Have you ever tried it?" He cringed inwardly at his question simply because if she said yes he really didn't want to know about it. The protectiveness he felt towards this woman often leaned towards the extreme. And the idea of another man touching her without his permission created a dark ball of anger that roiled in his stomach looking for escape.
She shook her head against his chest and some of the tension inside him eased.
"No," she whispered.
Of course the sick bastard he was, now wanted to know why the hell not? Like a fucking stalker he'd watched her at Purgatory from afar. But close enough that he saw her cheeks flush and her hands shake from watching those very scenes. There was no mistaking they aroused her.
