Oak, Sophie - Away From Me (Siren Publishing Classic) (12 page)

His cock thrust forward as his hands pulled her head in. “That’s my good slave. Open wide for your Master. Your Master is going to fuck your mouth, then he’s going to take that hot ass of yours and give you a reaming you won’t forget.”

She let his deep voice wash over her as he promised all manner of nasty things. The dirty talk had always been a part of their play, and hearing Cal whisper what he intended to do to her got Gaby even hotter. Gaby closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of him. Her whole body was primed for sensation. She loved the salty taste of the pre-cum his cock was dripping into her mouth. She loved the silky steel feel of his thrusting dick as he worked his way in inch by inch until his balls hit her chin. He smelled like arousal and soap from a shower. He was Callum, her lover, her Master, and everything about him made her think of home.

Cal pulled out of her mouth. He was shaking a little, and he wiped a tear she hadn’t known she’d shed. He got down on one knee and kissed her forehead. “I missed you.”

Gaby nodded. She’d missed him so much. She had no idea where they went from here, if they went anywhere at all. She only knew that, for these moments, she was his again.

Cal got back up, tossed off his shirt, and he was magnificently naked. Gaby watched as he walked around to her naked backside. The crowd was bigger than before. Gaby could see them through the mirror. They stood and watched silently. Gaby could plainly see the scene was having an effect on some of the men.

“Eyes on me and only me,” Cal growled, smacking her ass.

Gaby obediently looked straight on in the mirror, watching Callum. His cock jutted up, almost reaching his navel. The gorgeous purple head was filled with blood, and a drop of pearly cum wept from his slit. He reached over to the table where the toys were kept. Gaby sighed as he wrapped an elastic strap around her hips and through her thighs. He carefully placed the little butterfly directly over her clit. It hummed when he turned it on, and the vibrator started her on a slow build toward climax.

“If you come before I allow it, I’ll get out the single tail, Gabrielle.”

Gaby bit her lip. It would be hard. The little vibrator was doing all sorts of things to her clit. While Gaby let the sensation wash over her, Cal was busy. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before he spread the cheeks of her ass and pulled out the plug. Gaby moaned as her rectum fought to keep that little piece of plastic. Cal set the plug to the side and started to work warm lube into her anus.

Gaby gasped as he forced a finger in. He rimmed her, eliciting a little groan as all of those nerves so long forgotten came roaring back to life. Gaby forgot about the people watching. She forgot about the trouble with Cal. She forgot about the last ten months. All that mattered was him and the pleasure he gave her.

“Push back, pet.” Cal sounded guttural.

Something far bigger than his finger was seeking entrance. His cock was larger than the plug, and Gaby hissed at the pressure. The butterfly went up a notch. Gaby had to concentrate on pushing back against Cal’s cock. She went on her tiptoes and angled her hips up. It burned as he began to thrust in, stretching her to take him. Gaby was caught between the heat filling her ass and the wild pleasure spreading across her clitoris.

“Oh, you feel so fucking good, Gaby.” Cal tunneled his way in ruthlessly. He pushed past the ring of her anus and seated his cock in her tight ass. For a moment, Gaby wondered if he was going to split her in two, he was so fucking big. Gaby could feel his balls caress the cheeks of her ass. He pulled almost all the way out and greedily shoved back in. Every nerve in her backside sang as his cock dragged along them. In and out. In and out.

Cal fucked her with a steady rhythm. His hands tightened on her waist, holding her steady for the thorough reaming he’d promised. Gaby had to bite her lip to keep from coming. It was all building. The riotous sensation in her ass combined with the sweet hum on her clit was proving too much for her.

Cal picked up the pace, his cock thrusting hard now. “I’m not going to last. It’s been too long. You need to come for me. Come for your Master.”

The butterfly hit the perfect spot. Cal’s cock rubbed just the right place, and Gaby sobbed as she came. She forced her eyes open. She didn’t want to miss Cal. She loved the way his dark head fell back when he gave over. His entire body stiffened as the orgasm hit. He breathed out, and his gorgeous face contorted with the sweetest agony imaginable. His hands tightened on her hips. He thrust into her one last time as she felt the hot wash of his cum flood her ass. A great sense of peace washed over Gaby when Cal let his body fall forward across hers. She felt his lips on the back of her neck, worshipping the soft skin there. His cock came out of her ass, and he flicked off the butterfly. Gaby knew it wouldn’t take long before Cal was ready to go again. He would want to fuck her over and over again.

Cal’s hands slid up her torso and under her shirt. “I want you naked, Gaby. I want to play with those pretty nipples.”

“Red.”

Gaby’s whole world seemed to stop. It all crashed down as she said the one word she’d never uttered to him before.

“Red.”

Callum seemed stunned, but immediately got off her, stepping back almost as if she was on fire.

“Gaby?” There was a wealth of hurt in the question.

“I said red.” She forced the words out of her mouth. Tears stung her eyes. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t let him see her. He’d always loved her breasts. He’d taken such pride in showing her off. How could she ever show him what had happened? She wanted to run, but the bindings were tight. Now she realized everyone was watching this, too. The crowd had grown. Everyone could see her.

His hand touched her back. “Gaby, please.”

“I’m sorry.” James stepped up. “She said her safe word.”

In the mirror, Gaby could see through her tears that Cal was pale. His hands shook as he managed to get his slacks back on.

“Take care of her.” Cal’s voice was low and tense. “She won’t let me.”

James pulled the bindings off her wrists. He had a robe in his hand and wrapped it around her. Gaby sat down in the middle of the dungeon, put her head in her hands, and cried.

Chapter Five

Cal let his head rest against the cool glass of the windowpane. He stared out at the sapphire blue of the sea, but he didn’t really see it. Though it was seven in the morning, he reached out and brought a glass to his lips, the Scotch burning its way down his throat. He shook his head. It didn’t matter how much he drank. It wouldn’t erase the memory of Gaby pushing him away.

He was tired, so tired. He was tired of longing for Gaby. He was tired of hiding behind Cassie’s memory. He was tired of everything.

Cal put down the Scotch. It wouldn’t really help, anyway. He’d done so much damage that Gaby no longer trusted him. He had no illusions as to why she’d used her safe word. She truly believed he would push her away when he saw the scars on her body. She couldn’t think very much of him if she believed him to be so shallow. He couldn’t blame her. He’d never opened himself to her. He’d taken all her softness and offered very little in return.

Cal slapped at the window. She deserved better. She deserved a man who could give her everything, a man who knew how to love, a man who hadn’t fucked up everything. Cal wondered how many lives he would ruin before he was done. He closed his eyes, and he could see Cassie, so young, in the emergency room before they wheeled her into the OR. He’d only just managed to make it there. She was dazed with pain and drugs. She wouldn’t have died if he’d done his job.

His failures weighed so heavily on him. He hadn’t been there, but he could hear Gaby crying for him when she came out of her surgery. He’d cared for two women in his life, and he’d so deeply failed them both that he knew he would never try again. He would give Gabrielle what he could and get out of her life. But he owed her an explanation.

Cal pushed away from the window and crossed to the closet. He tossed his suitcase on the bed and picked up the phone. It wasn’t more than a second before an efficient desk clerk answered.

He listened to her greeting and got to his point. “Yes. I’m in the Angelina Suite. I’m leaving today. I need a boat to pick me up. Thank you.”

Cal packed, trying not to think about the fact that this would be the last time he saw Gaby. The years spread out before him, and he knew how they would go. He would be alone. He deserved it. He would listen every time Heather and Greg spoke, hoping to hear any little mention of her. Gaby would move on eventually. She would find someone who could love her with a free heart. She would be the sunshine in her husband’s life. She would give him children and have a happy life. She would have everything she deserved, and if that man ever stepped out of line, Cal would kill him.

When his bags were packed and he’d made sure there would be no trace of him left, Cal made another call, this one to a lawyer. When he was sure he’d done everything he needed to, Cal showered, dressed, and went to find Gabrielle.

She was in her office, as he thought she would be.

“Could you please tell Ms. Sullivan I would like to speak with her?” Cal was excruciatingly polite to Gaby’s administrative assistant.

She put in the call. After a moment, she nodded. “You can go in.”

“Thank you. And, Jackie, you’ll be getting several faxes from a law firm in Freeport. Please make sure they’re copied and properly filed.” Callum took a deep breath and walked into Gabrielle’s office.

She was sitting at her desk, but looked up when the door opened. She looked fragile in the morning light. A sense of guilt settled in Cal’s heart. He’d brought that pale, tired look to her face. She’d been getting better, according to Chris. Now she was sad again, because of him.

“Cal,” Gaby started.

Cal stopped her. “Don’t, sweetheart. I just came by to say goodbye.”

She huffed, and a flush raced across her skin. “All right. Goodbye, Cal.” She looked back down at her laptop, dismissing him.

The Dom in him wanted to snarl at her and force her to look at him. He pushed the impulse down. He wasn’t going to leave until she understood. She needed to know that what went wrong between them was a flaw in him, not her. Cal sat down in the chair across from the desk.

“I married Cassie when we were very young, I explained that to you, but I can’t express her youth in mere age. Cassie was a child, really.”

“You were eighteen, too, Cal.” She seemed almost angry that she’d said it. Her pretty mouth was a stubborn line.

“Yes, now, I can see what a child I was. At the time, I wanted Cassandra because she was lovely, and she needed me. She needed me so much. I grew up very wealthy, Gaby. My parents barely remembered they had a child. They spent all their time at parties and mingling with the right people. The only time I was paraded out was to show their friends how perfect I was. Cassie was the first person to need me. I felt like a man when she looked to me for strength. Her father was our gardener. We were eight when we met. She became my friend, and looking back now, I became her everything. It was quite easy to go from friendship to something more as we grew older. I got her pregnant the month we finished high school.”

Gaby gasped. “I never knew.”

He sent her a small smile. “Of course, I never told you.”

He didn’t miss the way her hands clenched together. She had guessed how the story went. “How did the child die?”

“He was stillborn.” Cal’s throat felt too tight as he pushed the words out. “She was in her eighth month when the doctor couldn’t find a heartbeat anymore. It broke something in Cassie. She’d always preferred to have me make the decisions, but after we lost our son, she completely withdrew from the world.”

“Heather told me she seemed a bit like a ghost.”

It was an apt analogy. When he thought of Cassie now, she seemed ethereal and insubstantial compared to Gaby’s solidness. “I suppose she was. We fell into a pattern after that. I went to school, went to work, and she stayed home. She would keep the house fairly clean, but only if I instructed her to. She would get up and get dressed, but only if I laid her clothes out and told her to.”