Falling Into Temptation (7 page)

“Well, we’ll see won’t we?” he grins playfully. “Now back to my point before. We are both in understanding this isn’t a romantic relationship. But in the interest of keeping things safe, it would be a mutually exclusive sexual relationship. Would you agree to that?”

“This is so weird,” I mutter under my breath. “Why can’t you just talk normal to me? Say you don’t want me to fuck anyone else. Yeah, I get it. I don’t just throw myself at anything that moves if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He furrows his brow and clenches his jaw. “I never said or implied that, Victoria. I just wanted to be in agreement on this. It works both ways.”

I cross my arms and nod petulantly. I’ve never had sex before that took so much work beforehand. Granted, no other man ever made me feel the way Gabriel has, and perhaps that’s why I’m tolerating this bullshit
.

“Yeah alright, got it.”

He stops for a moment, running his large fingers over his chin while he ponders something.

“The other day when I spanked you, did you enjoy it?”

“I’m not…. why are you asking me that?” God, I sound so flustered. I shouldn’t be embarrassed about this, clearly he likes it too.

He smiles one of those big, heart-stopping smiles of his. At the moment, I have half a mind to scrap this conversation and just throw myself across the breakfast bar at him. But he speaks before I have the chance.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” he whispers. “But this is what I enjoy, Victoria. And I want to do this with you. I know it might be a little strange to someone like you…”

“To someone like me?” I stare at him in disbelief. “You’re telling me this isn’t strange to anyone else?”

“I don’t know. If it is, they’ve never said so.”

“So women always just let you do whatever you want to them?” I scoff.

“Of course they do.” He laughs bitterly. “Because they have their eye on the prize. It’s amazing what one will do when the determination is there.” 

Is he actually insinuating that I’m a gold digger?
That’s it.
“Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not that kind of woman. And I don’t have my eye on anything. I don’t even know why I came here, this is ridiculous!”

I jump off the bar stool and head for the front door. Before I even reach the end of the living area, he grabs my elbow, gently halting me. When I look up into his eyes, they are full of anguish.

“I’m sorry, Victoria. I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t referring to you in any way. Please don’t go… I don’t want you to.”

Something about the wounded puppy dog look on his face melts me a little. I don’t want to go either. I want to stay. I want him.
God, what is wrong with me?
He just told me he wants to dominate me,
and even though it sounds hot to me, his definition could be something else entirely.

“I… I’m not sure,” I say quietly. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

He leans in a little closer, grabbing my hips. “I think it’s a very good idea. Just give me a chance, I have a feeling that you might actually like it.”

I glance down at my hands, feeling as though I’m walking on a tightrope. I know that if I leave now, there will be no more Gabriel Maddox. And something inside of me hates that thought. But then there’s my self-preservation, telling me that’s probably for the best.

“I could fuck you right now,” he whispers. “To show you just how much I want you, in case you’ve
forgotten.”

I melt into him as he pulls me into his arms and runs his fingers along the bare skin of my shoulder. My breath grows shorter with each stroke. His engorged cock is pressing against my belly, and all I can think of is how much I want to feel his skin on mine, his scent all over me.

He leans closer, sweeping his scorching hot lips against my ear as he whispers, “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

His hand cups my breast, rubbing it gently for a moment before he pulls it free from my tank top. He dips his head and brings my nipple to his mouth, sucking slowly, deliciously. I groan as I wrap my hand around the nape of his neck, fully prepared to let him take me. And then he pulls away, studying me intently.

“So, then beg me,” he says impassively.

What the hell?
I stare up at him in shock.

His fingers move nimbly to my other breast, yanking it free as he twists my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand snakes up beneath my skirt, heading straight for my soaking wet center.

“Well?” he asks. “Shall I just torture you all day like this? Or do you want me?”

I try my best to scowl at him. “I do but…”

“So then beg me,” he says simply, not nearly as affected as I am right now. “Tell me how much you want me.”

He pulls my skirt up around my hips, pushing his palm between my legs. His fingers move languidly inside my panties before dipping two of them inside of me. He moves them around in a torturous rhythm, eliciting a deep moan from within me. And then he brings them to his mouth and sucks on them, tasting me on his lips.

“So delicious.”

I can’t take anymore.

“Please,” I whimper.

A slow smile of satisfaction creeps across his face. “Please, what?”

“Please fuck me!” I groan. “I want you inside of me, please, Gabriel.”

His lips crash into mine… hard. He sucks and kisses me violently as his passion overtakes him. When he pulls away, my lips are swollen and bruised, but content.

“Now was that so hard?” he smirks. “Two minutes of me touching you and I had you yielding already. You submitted to me then, did exactly as I requested. Do you think it would really be so difficult to see yourself doing the same thing over and over again?”

My body goes limp in his arms.
He’s right.
But I don’t care. All I care about right now is that he isn’t touching me. His skilled fingers doing things to me I’ve only ever dreamed about. His engorged cock filling me, stretching me, owning me.

“I thought we were going to…” I whisper.

His thumb reaches down to caress my cheek.

“Does that mean you’re willing to try this?” he coaxes.

“Yes.” My shoulders sag. “For now.”

I can’t believe this. He’s right.
I’m eating out of the palm of his hand already.

He flashes me a victorious smile, and I roll my eyes. He grabs my hand and leads me through the living area and down the hall, stopping in front of one of the doors.

“Just so you know,” he says. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t like any of this. If you tell me to stop, I will stop.”

I glance over at the door, thinking about what he isn’t saying. That if I stop him, we are done.

He takes my hand and leads me through the door in silence. I try hard to steel my nerves.
Do I really want this?
He looks back at me with those beautiful blue eyes as though he wants to make sure I’m still here. Yes, I want this. I can just try it once. If I don’t like it, I can go. Then at least my curiosity will have been satisfied and this ridiculous thing between us will be over.
But then again, what if I do actually like it?

Some feral part deep inside of me has always liked rough sex. Rough men. Men that treated me like crap. How is this going to be any different?

I glance around the room. It’s a bedroom, but I get the feeling it definitely isn’t his. It has a large bed, a couple odd sized chairs and tables, and one apothecary style cabinet in the corner. No clothing, no personal items. Everything is black. There are no blankets on the bed, only a set of crisp black sheets. If I thought the apartment was cold, I was sorely mistaken. This room is colder than any I’ve ever been in. Completely devoid of any emotion or comfort.

“Take off your clothes.”

Gabriel’s tone is commanding, startling me out of my line of thought. I move on autopilot, watching him nervously as I start to undress. My hands are shaking as I drop my skirt and tank top on the floor, leaving me in nothing but the bra and thong. I can’t make eye contact as I shimmy out of the rest, feeling overly exposed here in this stark room. I know I’m slim, but I’m also short and curvy, something he’s not used to.

Before I even get a chance to see his expression he pulls me into a chaste kiss. His lips suck on mine, reigniting my desire with gusto. His expert hands fondle my breast, and I can’t help the noises that escape me.

When he pulls away, his expression is hard.

“Now kneel on the floor and spread your legs. I want to see that beautiful pussy.”

Holy shit. Is he fucking serious? He just wants me to lay down and spread it all out for him?

I shake my head before I can even think about what I’m doing, my arms instinctively wrapping around my body.

“I don’t believe that was a request,” he barks. “Now one more time, Victoria. Do as I say, or I will spank you. Do you understand?”

Oh my God.
He looks absolutely primal as he gazes down at me, fire blazing behind those blue eyes. And what he just said ignited something else deeper inside of me. Why does him threatening to spank me make me feel so savage? I like it, and even worse, I think I actually want it.

“So, then spank me,” I challenge him.

For the briefest of moments, I think he looks surprised by my candor. But before I can get a good read on him, he flings me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying me across the room. He splays me out across a small bench, lying me face down on top of it. I can hear him undoing his belt buckle, and I’m momentarily confused. Then he climbs on top of me, straddling my back as he strokes my ass.
Ok, so now he’s got me trapped.
This is a little different to last time.

“I’m going to teach you how to obey me, and then you can choose. But either way is fine with me because I promise you I enjoy it more when you misbehave.”

His voice is deeper now, his tone a little bit chillier. And even though I’m trembling inside, I refuse to let him see it. His hands caress each curve of my butt softly for a few moments as his breathing grows deeper. He withdraws, and all I can feel is the cold air of the room on my naked flesh.

And then it hits me. Thwack! His belt collides with my ass, lighting me on fire. I grunt at the burning pain, but before I have time to decide if it’s too much, he smacks me again. And again. And again.

I refuse to give him the satisfaction of letting him feel my trepidation. I lay perfectly still, waiting for each blow. And when they come, I do not cry out. And then eventually, the pain simply turns to warmth, followed by a rush of endorphins inside my body. I squeeze my legs together tightly, embarrassed at how wet I am for this man that is belting me. And then I feel his soft warm hands stroking my tender backside.

“Good girl,” he coos softly in my ear. “Now let’s try this again.”

He picks me up and carries me to a small soft rug on the floor, allowing me to stand. His lips find their way to my breast, his hand sliding between my legs with zero resistance. He dips his finger inside of me and I groan. I’m totally at his mercy as he slides his finger back and forth while he caresses my nipple with his tongue. My hips start pulsing towards him, silently begging for more.

“You are so responsive,” he grunts. “I can’t believe how wet you are for me already.”

He stops his sensual assault on my body to take a step back and look at me. And I mean really look at me. His eyes seem to be burning my naked body into his brain, but he’s giving nothing away. I can’t tell if he likes what he sees, and I’ve never felt so exposed. My natural inclination is to cover my breasts with my hands and to cross my legs.
Because I haven’t even seen him naked yet.

He shakes his head and uncrosses my arms. “No, Victoria. I want to see all of you.” He draws lazy strokes down my waist and over my hip. “I love these beautiful curves, so soft and feminine. Don’t ever cover yourself up in front of me, do you understand?”

I nod sheepishly, and his hand slithers up into my hair, grabbing a handful before giving it a tug.

“I asked you a question,” he says. “And I expect an answer. Do you understand, Victoria?”

“Yes, Gabriel,” I whisper.

He actually groans when I say his name. He presses his hard erection against my belly, letting me feel how turned on he is. The fact that I’ve given him that much pleasure simply by saying his name makes my insides twist with desire.

“Good girl,” he says gruffly. “Now do as I asked and lay yourself out for me.”

I don’t hesitate this time. I sink to the floor, not lost on the irony that it’s the same position he found me in on the sidewalk. I told myself then that I refused to kneel before him, and now here I am… kneeling before him. Still as I glance up at his beautiful features, I don’t care. I think that face could be very hazardous to my health because I have every suspicion I will do whatever he asks. Completely his for the taking.

“Don’t look at me,” he scolds softly. “That’s something else you will have to learn.”

I glance down at the floor as he ambles around me slowly, examining me, like a shark circling its prey. And then he stops behind me where I can no longer see him. I feel him kneel down behind me and he grabs both of my arms, gently pulling my wrists behind me. He wraps something around them, which feels like his belt. Glad to know it has multiple uses. I probably should feel more panic than I do, but I’m excited. I have no idea what he’s going to do with me.