Submissive Beauty (19 page)

Maybe, he needed to slow down his plan and take some time to savor the relationship the three of them were building. It would end sooner or later, but either way, it would suck. Thomas shook his head. No, this wasn’t a relationship. It was three people finding their way through a lifestyle that set them apart. An exploration of their sexuality that delved deeper than it probably should. He couldn’t help it. The need to peel the layers back from Gabrielle and see to the heart of her mental and physical needs drove him. Instead of wanting more, he should be pleased with the connection between David and Gabrielle and working to exploit it.

He stared closer at the screen, watching Gabrielle’s body language. There was no doubt submission suited her. But something was still missing. He studied her hooded eyes. Recognized the heat, loved the aching arousal. Now, he needed to discover what waited beneath the obvious. Patience and perseverance always won out. He’d discover it soon enough then he’d earn her complete and total surrender once and for all.

Thomas turned off the security monitor and flipped open his email. He had to get his mind off his new submissive and back on the work at hand. He had a missing accountant with a substantial amount of his money and some new groups clamoring to move into Sanctuary. By the time he made it home tonight, he would need some stress relief, and he had a pretty good idea of who would serve that need.

Wicked thoughts of Gabrielle on her back, spread eagle with her wrists and ankles bound, having her pain threshold tested gave him just the boost he needed to hurry up and get this work done and his ass home.

* * * *

After a quick stop at her place for some of her things, they’d arrived at Thomas’s house in time to meet the Chinese food deliveryman. While they ate, David received a call on his cell phone and disappeared into the other room. Gabby settled into the kitchen and savored her favorite meal of beef lo mein and springrolls. In the peace and quiet, her thoughts wandered to Thomas. She looked forward to his arrival and the mysterious plans he and David had for her tonight.

She shivered in anticipation. How they would top this afternoon she had no idea, but she trusted Thomas to take them all where they needed to go. Just being in his kitchen again reminded her of the last time she’d been here and the delicious things they’d done.

She set down her food as her appetite for food disappeared, quickly replaced with renewed desire. After this afternoon, she wanted more of them. It still seemed a little wrong to want two men in bed with her, but she wanted to work through that hang up. If she cared for both men and everyone was on the same page, it shouldn’t be a bad thing at all.

“Sorry about that. Thomas needed some information from me, and he had a few instructions to pass on.” David entered the kitchen and took a seat across from her.

Gabby noticed the amusement in his voice as he spoke the last part, and that same shiver snaked down her back again. They were definitely up to something.

“It’s not a problem. I’m finished here anyway so I’ll just get everything cleaned up while you eat.”

David grabbed her hand. “I’m not hungry for food anymore, either.” He pulled her up from the chair and into his arms, holding her. “Let’s hurry up and take care of this mess, and I’ll show you exactly what I’m thinking about.”

Gabby grinned. “Yes, Sir.”

She moved quickly around the kitchen, disposing of the trash and washing the few dishes they’d dirtied. In less than ten minutes, she’d finished and turned to find David propped against the island, watching her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all. Just wondering if you have any idea how much I love your body.” He shifted then, moved toward her. “You forgot something.”

Gabby turned and searched the room for anything she’d left behind in her cleanup efforts.

“No, Gabrielle, not in the kitchen. I’m talking about you. Something you were supposed to do. One of the first instructions you were given.”

She had no idea what the hell he was talking about as she racked her brain for the answer.

“The house rule, Gabrielle.”

Oh my God.
Thomas had established only one rule for her anytime she was in residence here. No clothes.

“I forgot all about it.” Her hands flew to her blouse and quickly stripped it off, followed by the skirt covering her ample hips. Cool air brushed against her skin, and her nipples puckered tightly. “I guess since Thomas isn’t here, I just didn’t think about it.”

“I see. So if Thomas isn’t around, you don’t want to follow rules or obey?”

Gabby saw a storm brewing in his eyes.

“No, Sir. Of course not. I truly wasn’t thinking.” She stood there naked as the day she’d been born under his hard gaze as he looked her up and down. Despite the slight tremble of her legs, her sex heated, readying her for anything he desired.

“I’m not sure I believe you. You might have to show me instead of just telling me.” The words sounded harsh, but his eyes had softened.

“For you, Sir, anything.” She just hoped whatever he had in mind she could actually handle.

“First things first. Thomas called with explicit instructions for you tonight. He wants our pussy clean and smooth and free of hair before he gets home, and I’m here to make sure that gets done.”

Her clit pulsed at his words. It had been a while since she’d bothered, and she’d be more than happy to do it again. It was a lovely feeling. A smooth pussy made her so slick and masturbation even more fun than usual.

“I’ll go and take care of that right now, Sir.” She moved toward the door and David’s arm swung out hooking her around the waist. He dragged her against his body and ground his erection against her backside. Rational thought cleared her mind as the soft fabric of his pants rubbed against her skin, ratcheting her desire to a dangerous level, the level where she’d do just about anything to get him to fuck her.

“No way, young lady. Not that easy.” He dug his cock between her cheeks one more time then hoisted her into his arms. “You are going to shave, but we’re doing this my way. Understood?”

God, that gruff demanding voice would definitely be her undoing. She suspected long before the night was over, she’d be begging for relief. “Yes…yes, Sir,” she stammered.

He carried her to the master bathroom and set her down on the edge of the giant whirlpool tub that was more than big enough for two.

“Go ahead and do what you have to do to get ready, and I’ll be back in a few minutes. Do not touch that pussy until I tell you to.”

Gabby shivered. “Yes, Sir.”

After he left the room, she fidgeted with the water and searched through Thomas’s cabinets for shaving supplies. In the medicine cabinet, she hit pay dirt with not only some shaving oil but several different kinds of razors. She’d never done this in front of someone, and just the thought of it sent another chill down her spine. She grabbed the handheld mirror as well and got back into place on the edge of the tub.

Jitters fluttered through her stomach as she anticipated what would happen. It seemed unusual for a man to want to watch her take care of such a basic need, this was definitely new territory for her.

First, she’d forgotten Thomas’s house rule, and now, she found herself in his bathroom about to shave herself while another man watched. In any other situation, this would have been surreal. For her, this represented everything she’d dreamed and longed about for years. As a submissive, there would be hard times and good, fun and not so fun, none of that changed her need to serve and her need to belong. She had to trust in her men to make the right decisions, to know how to take care of her and allow her to fulfill their needs as well.

Tears welled in her eyes, and her fingers brushed them away as quickly as they formed. She didn’t want David to get the wrong idea about how she felt right now. Her emotions were too close to the surface. How long could she hide them? What did they mean? After years in a stifling marriage, she’d just wanted her freedom. Developing feelings for two men had never been part of her plan.

Gabby dipped her toes into the water, splashing some of the heated water onto her legs.

“Are you ready?” David’s voice startled her from her thoughts, reminding her why she was here.

“Yes, Sir.” She eased her lower body into the water long enough to moisten her skin, the first step in preparation for the removal of her pubic hair. She thought to reach down and touch but remembered David’s warning not to touch herself without his permission.

“Hop up here and get comfortable. I want to watch, and I need a good view.” He indicated the back end of the tub where there was a ledge more than large enough for her to sit and dangle her legs. Gabby moved in position keeping her legs pressed together until the last possible moment.

David’s brow cocked as he looked pointedly at the tops of her thighs. Without another word, she knew what to do. Gabby spread her legs, revealing her pussy one inch at a time. The intensity of his gaze while he watched every movement made her tremble with nerves.

“Relax, Gabrielle. You don’t need to be nervous with me. I love your body.” His words soothed her, comforting her until she found herself open and relaxed under his observation. “There you go, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of with me. You’re safe, and we have plenty of time.”

Did that mean Thomas wouldn’t be joining them tonight? She hoped not. It would mean the world to her to have both of them with her. David didn’t take his gaze away from her for a minute, and in no time, her pussy became slick with desire. Her two Doms had a habit of making her wet in a New York minute.

The more time passed, the more comfortable she became. It was about as ready as she was going to get. She scooped up the shaving oil from the tub ledge and squeezed a generous amount into her hand. If he wanted a show then she would give him one. She placed her left foot on the rim of one side of the tub then slowly repeated with her right foot to the opposite side, stretching her legs wide, bringing the glistening lips of her pussy into David’s view.

“I’d like to begin now, Sir, if I have your permission.”

David licked his lips and nodded his consent.

Gabby touched the cool oil to her skin, lubricating the area she would shave. Once or twice her fingers strayed to her clit, glancing across it before David could tell her to stop. Each touch sent a shiver of thrill down her spine, enough pleasure to get her juices flowing and her muscles clenching.

She had a job at hand, but she couldn’t deny her body ached to be filled, and his deep blue gaze watching her every move fed into that need.

When every spot slicked up she swished her hand back and forth in the tub a few times to wash away the remnants of the oil. Gabby stared at David as she reached for her razor, not wanting to lose eye contact. Her body hummed with a forceful need that begged for his touch. For a few seconds, her hand hovered over the curly hairs covering her sex until David swallowed and spoke.

“What are you waiting for, Gabrielle? Do you not want to shave it?”

“That’s not it at all. I love the look and feel of a bare pussy. I-I’m just…”

“Just what? Nervous? Scared? Needy?”

“Yes,” she breathed.
All of the above.
It blew her mind how far she’d come so fast.

“Do it now.” His demand did not come out harsh but, instead, firm and throaty, almost like a growl. She suspected that he, too, had desires that needed to be fulfilled. She swiped the first path on the right side then the next, watching him as she rinsed. His eyes darkened, and a few times his tongue swiped at his lips. Cool air brushed across her skin as the hair disappeared and smooth, baby soft skin appeared.

Every time she caught his gaze, her muscles quivered and blood rushed to her clit until every accidental touch made her gasp or cry out. When the last of the hair had been removed, she returned the razor to the edge of the tub and sat waiting for David’s instruction. Her body whined and throbbed for a touch on all her sensitive spots until she screamed in release, but David had yet to give her permission. She waited.

With her legs trembling and tears threatening, he finally moved, reaching into the bag at his feet and moving toward her.

“Your pretty little pussy is wet and aching, isn’t it?”

Gabby nodded. She was afraid that if she tried to speak the only sound that would come out would be a sob. Her body betrayed her with every passing second as she sat motionless, waiting.

“Show me.”

Gabby used her fingers to spread her lips wide, opening herself even farther to his intense perusal. She should be embarrassed to be watched this closely, but she felt nothing but gut deep arousal.

“And what is it that you need?”

“I need you.” Her lip trembled.

“You need me to do what?”

“To…to fuck me,” she managed on a harsh whisper before casting her eyes downward.

“Details, Gabrielle. I want details from you. If you tell me exactly what you need, I might consider giving it to you.” He moved closer until he stood almost parallel to her body with his crotch merely a foot from her face.

She licked at her lips as she stared at the erection tenting his loose slacks. He did need her as much as she needed him. That information gave her the courage to say what he wanted to hear.