Chapter 109

I woke up with something pressing against my buttocks. Naturally, I pressed back. When the sensation didn't subside as expected, I opened my eyes.

Gabriel had showered last night as soon as we reached his room. To avoid awkwardness when he emerged, I'd lain down on the bed and fallen asleep. No surprise there.

Now, I was trapped. My back was against Gabriel's chest, and his hand rested on my torso. His heavy hand held me unconsciously as he slept. I froze, my breath catching.

We'd had sex before; we'd seen each other naked. But this felt more intimate. He also had an erection pressing against me above my buttocks.

My breathing, already uneven, became rapid. I couldn't comprehend my body's reaction to his touch. The moment I registered his hand and erection, I felt myself becoming aroused.

I tried to wriggle free to shower, but his grip was strong, as if he wouldn't let me escape, even in his sleep. I somehow pressed closer to his erection, feeling it harden.

I pursed my lips. I'd never been intimate enough with a man to understand this, but with Alex (it seems the name has changed), I enjoyed every moment of experimentation.

I wiggled again—to get out of bed, I swear—but he only grew harder.

"It's morning wood, cupcake," Alex groaned sleepily, his breath warm against my ear, his voice husky. "I suggest you stop moving unless you want to be fucked right now."

Ignoring his words and the arousal they caused, I regained my composure enough to reply, "I'll stop moving if you take your hand off me and let me shower."

He groaned again, lazily removing his hand, but didn't move.

I bit my lower lip, rubbing my buttocks against him as languidly as he'd removed his hand, taking my time getting up and sitting straight.

"That's it, you're done." His eyes fluttered open. Before he could grab me, I leaped out of bed, giggling, and ran to the shower, slamming the door.

Three seconds later, a knock. "Open up, cupcake."

"No," I giggled.

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"If you don't, I will punish you." His voice was more promise than threat. I bit my lip. Images of his last "punishment" flooded back, his phantom touch lingering until I felt my arousal in my underwear.

Every instinct urged me to open the door and let him have his way, but I replied, "I think I'll take my chances."

He didn't respond, so I showered. I lingered, enjoying his generic shower gel that oddly smelled like him. I washed my hair, taking even longer, until I realized I'd forgotten clothes.

Cursing myself, I opened the walk-in wardrobe—which wouldn't open.

Fuck me. No, fuck Alex. He did this.

Wrapping a towel around myself, I used the door to the bedroom. I bit my lip, seeing him shirtless on the bed in grey sweatpants, the bulge in his pants clearly visible.

Alex King—Alex Whitlock—was hot. He knew it; I knew it.

"Drop the towel, cupcake," Alex demanded. "Show me what's mine."

I licked my lips, my hands shaking as I held the towel, then released it. It fell to the floor, pooling at my feet.

"Come here, baby," he instructed. I gulped, obeying, never breaking eye contact. He pulled me onto him, my clitoris directly over the bulge in his pants.

"I'm wet," I murmured breathlessly, referring to my hair.

His penis pressed against my clitoris, rubbing against my arousal. "Yes, you are."

He grabbed my buttocks, lifting me until my neck was in front of his mouth. He trailed kisses down my neck while my fingers tangled in his hair.

Had I not been lost in his touch, I would have noticed he'd maneuvered us so I was lying on the bed, him on top. He raised my hands above me to the bedpost—a handcuff held them there.

"Alex!" I protested as he removed my pants, freeing his penis.

"It won't be punishment if you touch me, would it?" He smirked. I gulped as his hands trailed over my body, his penis rubbing my sensitive clitoris.

"Alex," I cried, but he stuffed a cloth in my mouth.

"Don't scream, darling," he instructed. "Unless you want the whole house to know how thoroughly you're being fucked, and by whom."

I bit the cloth harder as he thrust into me.

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A muffled scream escaped as he thrust again. The first time, he'd been slow, as if he knew it was my first time, even though I hadn't told him. The second time, he'd paced himself, starting slow and increasing speed until I climaxed.

This time, he showed no mercy. His thrusts were fast, hungry, animalistic. It hurt, but the pleasure of rough sex far outweighed the pain.

He held my legs up, his hands wrapped around my knees as he thrust into me.

"My," thrust, "pussy." Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

I nodded, desperately, tears welling.

"Are you crying, Mia?" He didn't slow down. "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head. It was pleasure—like nothing I'd ever felt.

"Good." His grip tightened. "Because I wasn't planning to stop."

And then he fucked me until I came, and then he fucked… (The passage cuts off here)