Page 28 of Gabriel's Salvation

“I’m gonna fucking destroy this perfect pussy,” I growl as I grab my throbbing cock and line it up with her hole, ready to finally get my prize.

“Wait, wait, stop a sec. Time out,” she calls, sounding flustered and out of breath. I look up and I see her uncertainty. “I'm a virgin,” she finally shouts just as I'm about to enter.

The words stop me in my tracks, She's 21. How the fuck is she still a virgin?

At first I think it's some ruse, something girls say to make out they're all sweet and innocent, but one look at the embarrassment and panic on her face lets me know she is telling the truth.

“Fuck!” I say as I punch the mattress.

“Don't be angry, you can still do it, just be gentle,” she whines, as if she didn’t just pour a proverbial bucket of cold water on me.

Does she think that's what's bothering me? The fact she said no? Like an ice bath it cools down my frustration instantly.

“I'm not mad that you stopped me. I'm horny as fuck and my dick is frustrated,” I try to joke “but I'm not angry you said stop. You have every right to say stop,” I say, trying to speak as nicely as I can.

“We can still do it, if you want, it's fine,” she says, she pulls her pants back into place again, looking dejected. But I'm no longer interested in fucking her senseless, even if my dick is screaming for me to continue.

“Firstly, I'm not the kind of guy you should give that up to. Give it to some nice guy, not me. I'm a fucking asshole and secondly, I have no idea how to fuck you softly even if I wanted to. I only know how to fuck fast and hard. I'm a fucker not a lover,” I laugh, hoping to lighten the mood, but it's clear there's now a tension and awkwardness in the air that not even a knife could cut.

I see the way she reaches for the blanket and covers up, and I hate the look in her eyes. Gone is the fire and instead it's replaced with an emotion I don't recognize. Shame, perhaps?

Either way I hate it, but I don't know how to wash it away. Normally this is the part where the boy would pull her into his arms and hold her, but I'm not that sort of guy.

Instead, I bend down to kiss her which she allows for only a second before she turns away.

“I don't want a pity kiss” she says softly and I can hear in her voice that she's about to cry. I've made enough girls cry in the past to recognize that stupid voice wobble. This is so NOT the way I saw this night going.

Rubbing the back of my neck, unsure what to do or how to respond, since unlike every other time before, I don't want her to run away. I do the only thing I know how to do, and that's take control.

I wrap my hand around her throat again and slowly whisper, “I may not be able to fuck you, but I'm still gonna punish you.”

Chapter Ten

Stacey

My heart pounds faster at the implication of his words. But before I have the chance to think about what they could mean he's pushing me back onto the bed. He removes his t-shirt showcasing his chiseled abs. I notice a scar running down one side of his hips and reach my hand out to touch his but he grabs my wrist stopping me in my tracks.

“I told you before, don't touch!” he growls, before using the t-shirt he'd just removed to bind my hands together.

“Hold here and don't let go,” he snaps as he pulls me up to the head of the bed and encourages me to grip the headboard. Next, he lifts up my own top; I assume he's going to remove it entirely but instead, he only partially removes it. Just enough that my eyes are now covered as well.

He has me completely at his mercy - hands bound, eyes blindfolded, and in the most compromising position of my life. Yet, instead of feeling fear, after all I barely know him and he could do anything to me against my will, I feel nothing but desire and heat pooling. Part of me wants him to do what he wants, use my body for his own pleasure. What the fuck’s wrong with me. I knew Justin for years, thought I loved him, yet not once did he fill me with half the longing I feel right now.

I feel a breath against my ear just as I hear, “You’ve been a bad girl. Are you ready for your punishment?”

My body goes into overdrive at his words alone. I nod my head slowly before I feel teeth nipping roughly at my earlobes.

“I didn't hear you, little spark, I need your words,” he whispers, again.

“Yes, I'm ready,” I answer back while taking in a shaky breath. With that, I feel him remove my pants completely, but then to my surprise he begins to kiss and nibble at my neck instead.

“Mmm,” I moan as he continues to bite harder, to the point I know there's going to be a mark. Next, he works his way to my breasts, palming and pinching them. I try to rub my thighs together to ease some of the tension building in my core but to my shock, I feel his strong hands grab at my thighs as he forcefully spreads my legs apart.

“Don't even think about it. You'll get to feel pleasure if and when I decide it,” he snaps as he grips my thighs tighter. The pressure tight enough to leave marks. That thought should have me running, but instead I can feel my wetness drip even more down my legs.

My mind is in overdrive; part of me loves what he's doing, the other part of me knows I should hate it. Still, some weird part of me desperately wants to obey.

“Now, you're going to lie here and take your punishment like a good little girl aren’t you?” he growls, his voice sounding even more gravelly than it did just a few minutes ago.

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