Page 40 of Gabriel's Salvation

“You’re such a fucking brat, Riley,” I answer back, but let a small smile form on my lips.

“Yep, but apparently I'm your brat… or is that your little slut? I lose track,” she smirks back as she cocks her head and bites her lip.

Pushing her down so she falls across my lap, exposing her almost bare ass, I swing my hand back and spank her, hard.

“Ouch!” she shouts as my hand connects.

“You’re whatever the fuck I tell you to be, Fireball” I growl back as I spank her again, this time slightly softer than before, but enough that I hear her take a sharpe intake of breath. “Enough,” she begs, her voice sounding more like a whimper, before I rub my hand soothingly across the part that’s now flaming red. This time she moans when I do it and I feel her rub on my leg, trying to get some friction. I sit her up, “Behave,” I growl and kiss her softly.

“How about we go for a drink?” I suggest as I carefully move her so I can stand. “Come on, I know just the place.”

Chapter Fifteen

Riley

“Come on, I know just the place,'' he grins. He stretches out his hands and helps me stand. This guy is a walking enigma; one moment he's sweet and caring, the next he's standoffish and shut down. But my favorite of all is the times in between - when he’s dirty, dangerous, and demanding.

We make our way down and back through the hole in the fence leading to the street. This time though, I'm hyper aware of every bend and movement I make, and the uncomfortable feeling it gives me.

“This way,” he says as he walks ahead, causing me to have to speed up to keep up with him. As I do, I feel the material of my dress rubbing against the throbbing pain on my ass. That spanking was hot and unexpected but damn does it sting like hell now.

As I get closer I attempt to slide my hand into his, but he pulls it away as if I’d just burned him. I move back in surprise, but he moves his hand, grabs me by the waist, and pulls me back beside him. But he takes his hand away again once. What's wrong with his guy? He wants me close enough to touch but doesn't actually want to touch me. Is he ashamed of me or something? I know he's hotter than me, but he definitely seemed interested just a few minutes ago.

We make our way to the pub, the same one we met in for that matter. Is this his hangout? As we get to the door, another guy is coming out and politely holds the door open. “Thank you,'' I say as I attempt to walk past but Gabe loops his arm around me and pulls me back, causing me to almost fall backward.

“I got it,” he snaps as he places his hand on the open door and throws daggers at the poor guy who was holding it first.

The guy takes one look at Gabe and then scurries away. “Really?” I say as I roll my eyes and walk in. Scanning the bar I look for a place to sit.

“Over here,” he says as he leads me to a secluded part of the bar.

He sits down first and I attempt to sit down beside him but as the wooden stool touches my ass it stings, causing me to suck in air at the pain. My ass is throbbing. “I'll be back in a sec,” I say, excusing myself and heading towards the bathroom. As I do I run some paper towel under the water, soaking it, and taking it into the toilet with me. Lifting my dress and carefully dabbing it against my sore ass. The whole thing is on fire, I gently run my hand against it and can feel the heat resonating from what I can only assume is a handprint.

“Riley?'' I hear from outside the door. I stop and listen. Surely it's another Riley they're calling.

“Riley,” the unmistakable male voice says again. I lower my dress and slowly open the door. As soon as I do, Gabe pushes the door open and walks right in, as if this is the men’s bathroom, and for a second, I wonder if I made a mistake and went into the wrong one.

I step back to allow him into the tiny stall since it's obvious I have no choice. He takes one look at the scrunched up wet paper towel in my hand and smirks.

“Thought you might want this,” he says, holding a towel with what I assume is ice. “Turn around and lift up your dress,” he whispers into my ear, causing a shiver to run through my body.

I do as I'm told, turning, lifting my dress, and bending over the back of the toilet. I feel the cold material hit my skin. At first it takes me by surprise, making me jump. “You're fine, trust me,” Gabe whispers as he places his hand on my tummy and holds me in place as he pushes the coldness against me again. It feels like heaven.

“Does that feel good?'' he asks as he leans over and places a kiss just below my shoulder.

“So good,” I purr back. I feel his hand begin to slide from my tummy lower. “No, no more” I whine, knowing I can't physically take another pounding tonight.

He removes both his hands entirely for a moment before one makes its way back to my hip. “Gaabe,” I warn, as he takes the towel and places it down beside me

“Shhh. Trust me,” he whispers. Before I feel a coldness touch my skin. Ice, he's holding an ice cube. He runs the ice cube slowly down the inside of my panties and pushes it against my slit. “Gabe, stop,” I moan, while secretly praying he doesn't. He begins gliding the ice all around my opening before slowly pushing it inside. He uses his finger to expertly massage and soothe the stinging inside. I feel the other hand snake around under me as he reaches for my throat again. Damn, I love when he does this. He grabs me and pulls me back against him so that I'm standing upright with my whole body pressed against him.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispers against my ear before he places a soft kiss on my cheek. I don't know why but somehow that kiss on the cheek feels more intimate than any of the other things he’s done to me tonight.

“Let's get a drink,” he finally says as he removes his fingers and pulls my dress back down as if nothing happened.

He turns and walks out of the stall, not even bothering to look if anyone was around first. I follow behind him and am glad to see that we appear to be alone.

We're about to walk out the door when another girl walks in.

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