Admonishing myself isn't going to save me, though. Somehow I have to find a way out of this place, and quickly before I lose any more control of the situation.
Gabriel leads me into what could only be his office; large and masculine, with dark wood throughout the room, plush carpets, and oversized furniture, the mahogany desk that stands in front of us the focal point of the room. Shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling with both old books and new, and with a glance, I can see some of the tomes on the shelves are priceless. Off to the left, a fireplace keeps the room at a comfortable temperature, and on the right a large leather couch sits waiting to swallow you up.
Behind me, I hear the click of the lock as it settles into place. I turn at the sound, fear making me gasp. I'm trapped in here with the devil, and I'm not getting out until he decides he's ready for me to leave. "Gabriel, please..." I say, prepared to beg for my freedom.
"Mmm," he purrs, his eyes closed as a look of ecstasy crosses his face. "You've no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say my name in person, pet. So long. Too long. I've never had to wait for anything as long as I've had to wait for this moment." His eyes focus on me, darker than they were just seconds ago, and even for someone as inexperienced as I am, I see the desire in them.
"Gabriel, please. I... I think there's been a mistake. I think I should leave," I plead, my voice shaky and higher than normal.
"No pet, there's been no mistake. You're right where you're supposed to be," his hands come up to my face, stroking my cheeks possessively before reaching back and pulling my long, ashen blonde hair out of the ponytail that secures it at the nape of my neck. He runs his right hand through my long locks as his left comes to rest firmly at my waist.
"I've waited so long to claim you, Lillian; now that you're here, nothing, not even you, will stop me from owning what is rightfully mine."
At his words, my eyes go wide and I step back, this time pushing against him with all of my strength. But my 5'3 slim frame is nothing compared to his 6'4 frame of pure muscle.
"Now, pet, you know this is meant to be. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been brave enough to come here. We both know you're meant to be by my side, with me as I build my empire back up. You're meant to be mine, and pretty soon you'll admit it to yourself."
"No! Please, Gabriel, please. I... we were never meant to be more than pen-pals... friends, sure! But this has all been a big mistake and I'm sorry for it. I have to go. Please, just let me go."
In response, his mouth comes down on mine. I cry out as his lips smash into mine and he uses my response to slip his tongue into my mouth, claiming me as his. He sucks in the breath that escapes on my gasp, as if he'd swallow my soul if he could. This man is going to devour me, and there's not a thing I can do to stop him. I moan in fear, but even I can hear the desire leak in as the kiss deepens and his hands slide down my neck toward my breast... and I hate myself for it.
He laughs a deep chuckle at my moan, never releasing my mouth. There's no hesitation as his fingers slip under my blouse, the v-neck making it so, so easy for him to reach in and cup my breast, to stroke my nipple. This is no slow seduction; this is him taking ownership of what he already considers his. He pinches my nipple, hard, and I throw my head back, breaking the kiss. Reaching down with his free hand, he grabs my ass, hauling me up against his hard body as he spins and slams us into the door now behind me. My legs lift off the floor as he guides them around his waist. "Please, Gabriel, please don't do this," I had to try again, knowing how futile it was.
"Mine," he says, his voice husky with desire, just before he bites down on my neck. I don't even try to quiet the scream that escapes as he draws blood. "Mine," he says, gently licking the drop of blood I feel running down my neck, before sucking on the spot he bit. "Mine," he says, as he reaches down and pulls my blouse over my head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.
His hard body has me trapped against the door, and I feel his desire as it pushes against my belly. It's hard and thick and far too big to possibly ever fit into me. On a surge of panic, I shove against him again, frantic as I try to get him off me; there is no way that thing will fit! "oh god, you're going to kill me," I say on a moan.
"No, pet, I'll never hurt you."
"You're hurting me now," I cry. "With this, you're hurting me now! Please, it's not too late, just let me go home. I just want to go home," I beg.
"You are home." And then he's lifting me away from the door and carrying me to his desk. Carelessly he shoves his arm across it, swiping everything onto the floor in one fluid motion. I was wearing my long, light blue peasant skirt. He lifts me slightly and pulls the skirt off me, my white cotton panties coming with it. Deprived of my clothes, I lean back and spin away from him in an attempt to climb over his desk and away from him. He grabs my shin with a chuckle, pulling me back into place with almost no effort. "You're not going anywhere, pet. Not now. Not ever."
I try to cover myself with my hands, having never been naked in front of a man before. He yanks his shirt off, his eyes following my movement as I hide my womanhood from his view. "I'm gonna see all of that and more many times over again, pet, so you might as well get used to me looking." And with that he reaches around and unhooks my bra, sliding it down first one arm and then the other. Finally, he steps back away from me for the first time since this has begun, his gaze admiring as he takes in my nakedness.
"I thought about you just like this," he says, his hand coming up to gently stroke one nipple and then the other, bringing them to hard little points. "Naked and on my desk, waiting for me to claim you. I pictured your long blonde hair falling around your breasts, teasingly covering your nipples from my view. I imagined your taste as I sunk my tongue into your pussy for the first time. The sound of your voice drove me crazy every time we talked, so angelic but with the hint of a rasp to it. And every time you said my name, I'd get hard. So fucking hard. Let me tell you, hard in prison is not the best state to be in. I spent the last six months uncomfortable for the want of you. I swore to myself that when I got out you'd scream my name as I slammed my c*ck into that sweet little p*ssy of yours, that I'd make you pay for every uncomfortable moment I spent wishing this cute little mouth of yours would settle around my hard c*ck." His words stroke me, setting my skin on fire in a way I'm unfamiliar with.
"But I'll tell you what, pet, I'll give you your freedom right now if that's what you want." At this I feel the first spark of hope, only to have it fade on his next words. "If I dip my finger into you and you're not wet, you can put your clothes back on and walk out of here, never to look back."
"No," I whisper in despair, knowing that I've lost. The feral look in his eyes tells me he knows I have too.
Slowly, he spreads my legs wide on the desk. I push back against him but it's no use, his strength dwarfs mine. And then his finger is stroking my lips, just barely rubbing at my cl*t before dipping inside of me, not once, not twice, but three times sliding within my folds. I moan, unable to hide my reaction as a predatory smile takes over his face.
"MINE," he says as he hold his finger up between us, my juices catching the light above us. "Open," he demands, bringing his finger up to my face. Knowing I've lost, I give in to his commands without protest and open for him as he slides his finger into my mouth. "Suck," he says, ordering me to clean my juices off his finger. "This mouth," he says on a groan as I obey his order and suck, "I'm going to do so many bad things to this mouth." And then he slams his mouth down on mine, claiming it as the taste of me still lingers.
His hands work between us at his zipper, freeing himself from the last barrier between us, his black slacks. Releasing my mouth, he steps back as he slides his pants off, wearing nothing underneath them. With a gasp, I get my first look at him, and once again become convinced he'll kill me if he enters me with the monster between his legs. It's at least ten inches long and about the width of both of my hands if they wrapped around his giant member. "You'll never fit!""I swear to you, this c*ck was made for that tight little p*ssy of yours. It'll fit," he says with a husky laugh, grabbing himself and stroking as he looks my body over.I moan, and I'm not sure if it's from fear or desire, as watching him stroke his member does something inside of me, heating me to my core.Still, I have to try one more time. This is my virginity he's about to take. And he was taking it; there was no asking involved. "Please, Gabriel, please, I beg you one last time, don't do this to me.""Enough," he b
And with that his hand slides to my cl*t again, rubbing me as his c*ck claims my p*ssy over and over again. "That's it pet," he says, as he feels what I feel, the tightening deep inside me, "that's it, let it happen, come on my c*ck, shatter for me."And just like that, I fall over the precipice, breaking into a million tiny, little pieces as pleasure jerks through me like a freight train out of control. "Fuck!" he cries, as my eyes roll back into my head and my body arches up off the desk. "Fuck, you feel so good. That's it, come around my c*ck! Such a good little girl."And as I come down, he does something I don't expect. He slows down, leans over, and gives me a slow, torturous kiss. "My turn," he says, as he pulls out. At the look on my face, he laughs, "We're not done yet, pet." And then he stands me up, turns me around to face his desk and plants my hands firmly on top."Oh this a*s," he says, as his hands come around to caress my cheeks. "The fun I'm gon
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"Shh, I wish to taste you." She started to struggle harder causing him to bite into her soft slim thigh until she stilled. She had struggled longer than most would have and he had been forced to break her skin. The smell of her blood so close to her sex was sending him into a sexual frenzy. He did want not hurt her, but she must learn not to deny him. He started speaking to her in a low melodic voice. Trying to calm her he moved slow and gentle. His body was screaming for him to take her hard and fast. But, his mind was warning him of how soft and delicate she was how easy he could hurt her young womb. Her scent swirled around him reminding him of how rare she was. Her family must have treated her as the most special of all creatures. But, they had left her unprotected. Something he would never do. She would be his, he would never let her from his site. The only way she would be away from his site was if she had to take a piss. Hell, he didn't mind watching his woman piss, on second
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