Indebted - Piper Stone Page 0,38

lowered his head, raking his well-manicured nails along the inside of my thigh.

When I felt his fingers flicking across my nipples, I held my breath until I was lightheaded, refusing a moan. Tension continued to tighten my chest yet as he pinched my hardened buds between his thumbs and forefingers, I could no longer hold back the string of whimpers. The pain was incredible, sweeping through me like white lightning. Within seconds, I was floating on air, tossing my head back and forth.

A dark chuckle erupted from his mouth as he twisted and pulled, abusing my nipples in the most delicious way.

“Oh... I...” Unable to swallow, I dared to open my eyes, desperate to see the look on his face, but the moon had shifted once again, no longer allowing me to catch a glimpse of anything. The eerie moment as he blew a swath of hot air from my jaw to my chest, continuing to blow as he neared my pussy was insanely scintillating.

The dichotomy of his actions continued to throw me, the anguish building in my nipples stealing what was left of my breath. I intertwined my fingers, trying to remain obedient, gasping when he released his arduous hold. He dragged his palms down ever so slowly, finally gathering my legs into his arms.

His guttural sounds shifted, becoming more primal and the moment he buried his face into my pussy, I jerked up, unable to hold back a scream.

“Oh. God!” Stars floated in front of my eyes as he shifted his head back and forth, lapping my cream in a furious manner.

I bucked, struggling hard to keep control, thrown by the wave of electricity shooting from one leg to the other, exploding into every cell and muscle.

He aimlessly swirled a single finger around my clit, circle after circle until I was panting, my heart racing. The moment he pinched the tender tissue, I almost lost it, jerking up, my arms failing me.

The hard smacks to my pussy lips were my instant punishment. I shot my arms back into position, my toes curling. He shifted away with a series of growls. “With every action there is a reaction.”

“Yes. I...”

Sir. Sir. Sir. Sir.

I knew exactly what he wanted.

The next two cracks caught me off guard, forcing a wail from somewhere deep within. “Yes, sir.”

There was no hesitation, his lips and tongue soothing what had ached only seconds before. I was hot and wet all over, wave after wave of prickling sensations shifting from one side to the other.

He feasted for several minutes, alternating his tongue and fingers, drilling into me with practiced orchestration. All I could do was pant, trying desperately to hold back my climax. Then I realized I’d remembered his words, his demand. I wouldn’t be allowed to have this kind of pleasure again.

It had been a gift, a privilege, one that had been stripped away from me like the others. I was incensed at the realization as he continued licking with wild abandon, bringing me to the very precipice of pleasure then yanking back.

My God, the asshole wanted me to beg, to plead to be allowed to come. I tossed my head, biting back a string of nasty words, but I was exasperated, unable to think clearly. There was no turning back, my body having a mind of its own.

“I... Please, can I...” Before I had a chance to finish, my body became a treacherous beast, the orgasm bursting within me. “Oh. Oh!”

While he held me, his fingers digging into my legs, I heard the disgust even in his breathing sounds. I’d failed a test. I’d failed him—the man insisting he was my master.

I’d failed myself.

Panting, the single climax refused to be stopped, shifting into a powerful second, even as I attempted to shut it down.

Gabriel didn’t move. Not a muscle. Not a finger. He merely stared at me in the darkness.

Shame washed over me as soon as I was able to breathe, the unsettling feeling of what I would be forced to face almost as shocking as half believing I deserved it. I’d fallen into some rabbit hole of my own making, allowing him to snag a level of control. I closed my eyes, prepared for the harshness of his belt crisscrossing over every inch of my naked skin.

I would hold my tongue.

I would maintain my sanity.

I would not surrender.

When he flipped me over onto my stomach, yanking me onto my knees, I whimpered and struggled to see him. This wasn’t right. I wasn’t supposed to