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He stepped closer, his semi-hard cock bobbing in front of my face. I gripped his length in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Gabriel ran one hand through my hair, then wrapped it around his hand as if he were holding a leash. It appeared to be an unconscious act, or so I thought until he used his grip to hold me still while he used my mouth, once again setting a pace that forced me to feel everything. It was way better than the first time and that had been fantastic.

He watched me as I swallowed his cock. His expression was one of pure lust as spit and precum leaked from the corners of my mouth. At least we were in the shower and I didn’t have to worry about dribbling all over clothing or anything. His cock grew in my mouth. His thrusts became more sporadic and I gagged with each one.

He suddenly pulled out and tugged me to my feet. “Put your hands on the shower seat.” As soon as my hands were down he sank his cock up to the hilt inside of me. “Play with your clit while I pound you from behind, Rose.”

No need to repeat himself, I was all in! “Yes, Sir!”

Gabriel spanked me while he fucked me hard under the streaming water and all the sensations together, created a hyperawareness that drove me on. When my orgasm hit, it was a moment of finite awareness, every sensation, the water, the sound of his skin slapping against mine. The heat on my ass and the slickness between my legs, that pushed me over. A primal sound came from deep within me as I fell apart around his cock. Gabe shouted with his release, pulling out and pumping his cum all over my freshly spanked ass.

It was so dirty, and I loved it. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of us in the mirror across from the shower. I’d never seen myself look so used. It both thrilled and terrified me, because I was all in with this man, but I still didn’t know if he felt the same.

Later in his bed, he held me and we gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, no words needed. Except that I had the overwhelming feeling to tell him how I really felt. As I worked up the courage, Gabe said good night and rolled to face away from me. It took forever for me to fall asleep with my mind racing with all the reasons why he’d rolled over and gone to sleep. As I was drifting off to sleep at last, I decided that in the morning I would call Mari and ask her if telling him I was in love with him was moving too fast or being too clingy.

I was traversing new territory and my wild dreams reflected that. I was being chased by danger, but whenever I turned around to face it, nothing was there. When I woke, Gabe’s side of the bed was empty. I placed my hand on the spot he’d occupied and found it cold. He’d left some time ago then. I rolled over to his side and saw a note. “Gone to work, see you there.”

I looked at the time and realized I’d be late for the second time this week. I phoned Yula and then headed to my apartment to get ready and phoned Mari, putting her on speaker phone while I was getting dressed.

“You’re not using personal time to call little ole me, are you?”

“Someone’s in a playful mood, and no, I’m not there yet, just getting ready.”

A moment of silence. “Is everything okay?” Her manner and tone had instantly shifted and I almost felt bad for bugging her like this. I explained about what had happened between Gabe and me and how I’d wanted to tell him I loved him but didn’t. “I’m so confused, Mari, why would Gabe do that?”

“Men, am I right?” she said in a sarcastic tone with a Bronx accent. I immediately laughed. She really was in a great mood.

“This is why I often choose women, you don’t see them hiding behind their Domme mask saying should I or shouldn’t I. Seriously, guys are exhausting!”

She certainly had a point.

“I believe Mr. Tough guy is hiding from you, Rose, and if you’re asking for my advice, I’d say talk to him and be upfront. Tell him you’re all in and ask him if he’s on board or not. He can’t just strap an app on you and expect you to be safety conscious and call him Master Heimdall in the privacy of his home if he isn’t going to cough up the commitment, capiche?”

She ended that with the Bronx accent again and I couldn’t help chuckling. “You are in a good mood, why?”

“Never mind about me, let’s just say I had a great night, this is residual from a hot night of play. Call me if you need anything.”

She hung up. I quickly tucked my phone into my purse and headed out the door, feeling a need to talk to Gabe and get our expectations aligned. As I entered the elevator, my phone pinged with a group email alert. I have different notification sounds for the varying levels of importance so I don’t miss anything, and this one was number one, urgent for all employees of G&H.

It was from Gabe. I read down and saw he was leaving immediately for a job and would be out of the office for a few days. Of course he was, son of a… I stomped out of the elevator, frustration overriding my usually sunny disposition.

I texted him. I need to speak with you. How long will you be gone?

He replied: I’ll text you when I return.

My thoughts drifted to the negative. Why wouldn’t he say more when he wanted to know where I am at all times? I could be a complete bitch, take off the bracelet and leave on the bus. That would sure as hell get his attention. Visions of pissing him off rifled through my brain at a fast clip. But on the ride over, I’d chosen the bus instead of an Uber as the urgency to arrive on time had fled, along with every nasty idea that passed through my mind. But by the time I arrived at work, I was me again and things were fine. There was nothing I could do about it now anyway, so best to put it aside and move on, at least for the moment.

Chapter Fifteen

Gabriel

I had to get out of the city and away from work and people for some me time, and to think about what my next steps should be. Usually, holing up in my apartment and not answering my phone accomplished the same thing, but I’d left Rose there, and although I was sure she’d left by now, my apartment would smell like sex and her, and that made any clear thinking on my part impossible.

I pulled up to the gates of Asgard and took a moment to take in the immensity of the stone wall that stretched across the mountainside that ended at the massive, black metal gate. It probably sounded stupid to most people, but the gate was one of my favorite pieces of the security Erik, Lincoln, and I had installed. Well, the intricate carvings were Erik’s idea, but what made the gate open, and how one gained access to the private club was my baby.

The gate stood like a lonely sentinel, all that stood between the chaos of the outside world, and the peace I knew I’d feel once I crossed the threshold. Embedded into the stone at the left of the gate was a high-tech security panel. I entered a code into the panel and the gates silently parted. I always imagined this being like the true entrance to Asgard, where my namesake stood guard. He was the one who was the last defense from threats. He alone stood against many enemies who wished to destroy the realm of the gods. Sometimes I felt exactly the same, today being one of those times.

As I passed beyond security onto the grounds, my breath caught as it did every time I came here. Asgard was a whole other realm. I could see the sun piercing the canopy of the woods comprised of ancient trees and put my window down to take deep breaths of the pungent earthy smell of the forest lining both sides of the road.

The tension in my shoulders eased with each deep inhale I took. Home whispered in my head and, in a lot of ways, it was home. It belonged to our group of eight, and we opened it for elite members and employees when we hosted special events.

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