Page 25 of The Sicuro

“You know if I’m going to be locked up in this house for a while, I’m going to need something to keep me occupied.” I try and distract him from his thoughts.

“The master suite still needs to be redecorated, why don’t you work on that.”

“What!”

“As long as I’m able to fuck you any way possible in it, and it has a four-poster bed, I’m content for you to design it.”

It would distract me, but it feels a bit much, to redesign his bedroom. I go to say that I don’t think I should, and he remarks that since I am staying here for a while I may as well be comfortable and if he doesn’t like it, he will just stay in the room we are using now.

“I’ll have the designers come and see you.” He’s talking like I live here and it’s our room. Fuck it, it will pass the time and like he said if he doesn’t like it, he can change it.

“So, the only stipulation is a four-poster bed?”

“That I can tie you too. Do some research, it will give you some ideas. There is no rush.”

I’ve been stuck in the house for a few weeks now, and I’m glad Gabriel gave me something to occupy myself with otherwise I would have gone mad. He also had a treadmill delivered after I said I actually miss going for a run, so I have used that to help keep my mind clear. But it doesn’t stop me thinking from about Sarahand how that should have been me, how they purposely set fire to my home wanting to kill me. How do you comprehend something like that and is there a normal way that I should be reacting to it?

He kept his word and arranged for an interior designer to visit me at the house, Miss Burnett, escorted by Anders. I discussed what I would like, and what I thought Gabriel would like and she said she would have the designs drawn up and a follow up meeting organised. I didn’t have the confidence to tell her about the additional add-ons that I would like when I tried to approach it, I blushed. It includes attachments to the bed posts to make it easy for him to tie me to it, they can be hidden in plain sight which impressed me. The research I did made me realise how inexperienced I am, not that I wasn’t aware of things like BDSM, but fuck that can go dark. I also now know that I am not willing to try ‘water sports’ as it was described as if that makes being urinated on sound tempting. I made it clear to Gabriel that this is something that I don’t want to try, his responded that he likes to dominate me not degrade me. This put me at ease, and he helped direct the line of my research.

I mentioned that I couldn’t bring myself to tell the interior designer what I would like added. He asked for some examples and when I gave them, I swore his eyes lit up. He reassured me that the company, specifically Miss Burnett was selected for their discretion and that she has signed an NDA. Seems that anybody who encounters him signs one. WhenI eventually built up the confidence to inform her what I wanted, albeit it, it was over the phone there was no reaction from her it was like I was telling her what colour I wanted the curtains. She informed me she would have it added to the plans.

Gabriel has been tense most evenings, but the sex has been incredible, and he’s pushed me further with restraining me, tying my legs down keeping them forced open for him to do as he pleases. He never tells me what he’s going to do, and the unknown heightens the intensity and my arousal.

It’s a Saturday evening, Gabriel came home early and arranged some dinner for us. His mood seemed lifted from constant anger and frustration to contentment.

“I know who set your apartment alight.” He says as he sits across from me, his expression blank.

“I thought you’d look happier about it.”

“I will when we have him.” His voice is unaffected. I’ve started to understand that when he is dealing with certain situations, he cuts off any kind of emotion. Not that he’s one to show emotion, his expression is routinely blank, even when he’s angry he doesn’t show it in anything other than his eyes and actions which makes him appear cold. I don’t think anyone other than Anders has seen him show anything other than anger and even then, I imagine he doesn’t shout and scream. I get a side of him that no one else does, he’s calm, passionate and at times soft with me. He’s always treated me with chivalry, in publicanyway. I don’t mind his dominating tendencies coming out in the bedroom.

We finish dinner and he walks around to me, subconsciously my legs open for him to step into me. Just as he picks me up, my legs wrapping around him, Anders knocks and walks in. He turns keeping me in his arms.

“Sorry for the intrusion Boss. We have him.”

A nefarious grin appears on his lips for a second.

“Rain check.” He places me down and goes to walk away.

“Take me with you.” He turns, staring at me, then turns to Anders whose face is stern, brows creased, a slight shake of his head showing his disapproval.

“Take me with you.” I repeat the words demandingly.

“Get changed, throw some jeans and a hoodie on.” I rush up the stairs not to keep them waiting but hear some words passed between them.

“Boss, this isn’t a good idea.”

“Is there ever a good idea?”

I’m pulling my hair back into a tight ponytail as Gabriel walks into the bedroom to get changed. He pulls on some jeans and a black t-shirt. His relaxed look makes my pussy pulsate.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks flatly.

“Yes.” My response is dry. I want to know who tried to kill me and hurt my only friend. I want to see them suffer like we have.

“You can leave at any point. If you want to, just turn, and walk out the door.”

“I understand.”

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