Chapter 21

One thing I hadn't realized before Gabriel was that I liked being dominated. I enjoyed it when he locked the door and faced me as I knelt. I especially liked the sight of his shirtless, sweaty body as he grasped my hair, pulling it back to tilt my head.

I could see his erection. Hard.

"You look good down there," he rasped.

I didn't look away from the bulge in his pants, gulping. I'd never seen him naked from below, only felt his hardness. Seeing it up close, it was far bigger than I expected. The thought of it inside me made my underwear damp.

I unbuttoned his pants, and he leaned against the wall behind me. His penis was out, throbbing and hard. It was bigger than anything I'd ever seen.

I gulped, my eyes flickering to his.

"Have you never given head, Freckles?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at my hesitation.

I shook my head. His lustful expression shifted to possessiveness, his flat mouth curving into a smirk.

"Open up," he instructed.

Wrapping my hands around his penis, I took the tip into my mouth, circling it with my tongue. I'd never done this before, but I'd watched porn. If reality was anything like that, I was excited.

I felt myself getting wet when Gabriel gasped as my tongue licked his edge.

"Fuck, yes, like that. Good girl," he said. The urge to touch my breasts was overwhelming. "Now, suck."

I sucked, one hand rubbing his shaft, trying to take him in as much as possible, inch by inch, fighting back the urge to gag despite my arousal.

"Yes, fuck. Be my good girl. More," he said, his grip on my hair tightening. I could feel his pre-cum on my tongue, and when his tongue reached the back of my throat, tears welled in my eyes.

"Stop," he said, pulling away. Confused and disappointed, I stopped sucking.

He took a step back, stroking himself, looking tall and glorious compared to my disheveled state. He was still clothed.

"I don't just want a blow job, Freckles," he said, continuing to masturbate. "I'm going to mouth-fuck you."

My lips parted.

"You're ready for it?"

"Y-Yes."

"Good girl."

"Can I—can I get naked?" I asked.

His eyes shimmered. "You want to?"

I nodded.

"Why?"

"So you can touch me."

"I'm not going to touch you, Freckles. Now that wouldn't be punishment, would it?"

My heart pounded. "I—I can touch myself."

One corner of his lips curled further. "Now that, I like. Remove your clothes."

I didn't hesitate. My nightwear was off in a second, leaving me in my underwear, my breasts exposed. His gaze was fixed on them as he masturbated harder.

I got up, leaning against the wall and removing my underwear, giving him a full view of my ass, kicking the damp garment away.

Before I could turn back, I felt him behind me, the tip of his penis pressed against my ass.

I gasped, glancing in the mirror. I was naked, bent over, and he was behind me, his penis against my ass.

He spanked me. I moaned.

"You ever… ever tease me like that again, and I am going to take you right then and there, whether you want it or not, you understand me?" He made eye contact through the mirror. "I am going to bend you and fuck you until you forget every single person in your past, until you forget your own name and mine is the only one you remember. Your screams will echo through the house. I will fuck you into oblivion, Sofia. Are we clear?"

I nodded. I didn't know if this was meant to scare me, but I felt myself getting wetter with every word.

Would it be messed up to accept that I wanted him to fuck me by force?

I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion. I wanted him to fuck me into submission. I wanted him to fuck me.

He inserted a finger into my pussy, grunting at its wetness. "You're so wet for me, Freckles. Aren't you?"

He rubbed my clitoris, and I felt like I was about to climax. "I—I am," I gasped, closing my eyes.

"Who are you wet for?" He inserted another finger.

"Y-You."

He moved his finger slightly. "And who is the only man you are allowed to get wet for?"

"Gabriel." I moaned as he moved his finger slowly… very slowly.

"Answer me, Freckles."

"Faster, please," I begged, feeling his penis hard against my ass. I wanted it inside me, not just his finger.

"Answer me, Freckles."

"You. You. You!" I screamed, moving against his finger myself. "I belong to you."

"Good," he said, withdrawing his finger.

My eyes widened, my pussy missing his touch. I was craving more, and he'd taken it away.

"Gabriel," I gasped, turning to face him, feeling embarrassed, my pussy dripping.

"If I did that, it wouldn't be punishment, Freckles." His eyes held amusement. This sick bastard was enjoying this, and judging by his throbbing penis, a little too much.

"Gabriel, please," I begged.

"No, lay on my bed, and finger yourself," he commanded. Helplessly, I lay on his bed.

He sat on a chair, watching me spread my legs. One hand on my breasts, the other inside myself. "What are you thinking of?" he asked as I closed my eyes, resting my head back.

"Y-You," I breathed.

"What about me?"

"Your cock," I answered, "Inside me."

"Am I fucking you, baby?"

My eyes snapped open. It was the first time he'd called me anything but Freckles. I watched him masturbate, my eyes fixed on his penis as I fingered myself, matching my rhythm to his. Each stroke, I imagined him fucking me.

I wanted him to fuck me.

"Am I fucking you good, Freckles?"

"S-So good," I whispered.

I felt myself nearing climax as his hand sped up. "I—I'm about to—fuck."

"Did I say you could cum?" he said, jolting me. I slowed down, feeling utterly tortured and at his mercy. I could still orgasm, but I didn't want to be punished again. Next time, the sight or taste of his cock wouldn't be enough. I wanted it inside me.

He stood at the edge of the bed, by my mouth.

"Open up," he instructed.

He put his penis in my mouth again, thrusting while I fingered myself. My moans were swallowed by his cock at the back of my throat. Tears burned my eyes again.

"Keep going, baby," he instructed. All I had to focus on was fingering myself. He was using my mouth as he would someday use my pussy. The thought itself threatened to bring me to orgasm. I didn't have to suck; I just had to keep it there.

"You can cum," he instructed. I hadn't even processed the words when I reached my climax.

I was still recovering when I felt his cum fill my mouth as he pulled away.

"Swallow, Freckles," he said, and I did, overwhelmed and shaking with pleasure.

I had orgasmed before. I had been orgasmed by him before. But nothing compared to this.

I lost all sense of time and place, collapsing on the bed, gasping and panting, fully naked and exposed.

When I recovered, Gabriel was cleaned up and wearing shorts, shirtless.

"This was…" I murmured, getting up, searching for words.

"Punishment," he finished, walking closer, his hands wrapping around my ass, squeezing tightly before spanking me. I gasped. "And if this was punishment, imagine how it will be when I finally fuck you."

I hated how his words sent shivers down my spine, making me feel wet again.

I didn't reply, just gathered my clothes.

He eyed me. "What are you doing?"

"Leaving?" I replied, confused. "I have to sleep. I have work tomorrow."

He stared at me for a moment too long. "You can stay."

My head snapped towards him, but he didn't acknowledge it as he got into one side of the bed, leaving the other side empty.

I hesitated before quietly getting in, switching off the lamp and sharing the duvet. I'm almost certain I saw a smile play on his lips in the darkness as I settled beside him.