Page 91 of My Darling Rogue
He wound the cloth around her head, doubling it so that she could not possibly see through the fabric. By the time he knotted it at the back, she was panting from her panic and frozen with terror.
“Steady, little wife. Steady. I’m still here beside you,” Gabriel breathed, his hands moving down her sides as he pushed her more firmly against the bedpost. She instinctively held on to the carved column with her bound hands, fingers digging into the cool wood as though it were the edge of the world and she was in danger of tumbling over.
The next instant, thick, firm fingers swept up between her legs. Celia gasped from the shocking pleasure of Gabriel touching her where she needed it most. She’d not realized how starved she was for it, her legs moving apart of their own accord to allow him greater access. Indeed, it was easy to forget she could not see when he stroked the petals there in a gentle, rubbing motion.
“Yes, there, my darling. Feel my fingers dipping into your quim, spreading your wetness and making your hip buck for more.” Gabriel’s voice was harsher than before, but he continued the maddening strokes with the same gentleness. “Seven hells. You are so damned lovely like this. Helpless. Wanting. Gasping for me. Wet and needy for me. And so damn brave for me.” Sliding a finger inside her, he pumped it in a shallow motion that made Celia see stars behind the blindfold. His thumb teased her clitoris as he said, “Do you like this, pet? Do you like my fingers inside you?J’effacerai cette peur qui te tient en otage. Va te faire foutre.”
Even in her dazed state of pleasure, Celia made sense of his words.
I will erase this fear holding you hostage. Fuck it right out of you.
Whenever she felt the panic rising, his fingers moved more insistently, making her forget she could rip the blindfold away with her bound hands. Making her forget she could say the word that would make all of this stop. She could not stop him. Not when she was climbing higher and higher and crumpling for him all at the same time. He was pushing her over the edge, and she couldn’t even see the abyss that would swallow her whole.
“Yes, Christ above,there. Right there is my sweet girl. My good girl. Come for me, pet. Let the darkness take you and fight back against it. You are stronger than it could ever be. I’ll be here to catch you.” Gabriel’s words became a litany Celia clung to, and when she finally screamed her release, sagging against her bondage at the height of exquisite, pulsing madness, she was jolted anew by the leather crop snapping lightly against one buttock cheek.
The sound was a slap of reality she could not see coming nor anticipate its arrival. A sensation she could only absorb as she helplessly trembled from the climax and shudders rippled through her.
That stinging line of fire was somehow enhanced and tempered when Gabriel’s finger was joined by a second digit, both plunging even deeper into her core. She choked on a whimper when the crop struck again without warning. And yet, in this confusing tangle of fear and insanity, her body responded with a jerk of pure lust.
“Again,ma dragee piquante.Come for me again.” The riding crop bit her flesh several times in a row, and Celia jerked against her restraints with a low wail.
But it was not a cry of pain. It wasn’t a cry of terror. It was a plea for more.
More. More. More.
And Gabriel, as always, knew what Celia needed.
The popping sounds of the crop melted into the rhythmic thrusting of his fingers, and Celia sank into the darkness surrounding her. It enveloped her until there was nothing other than her husband’s hands on her body. The sting of the riding crop. The burn of her flesh accepting it. She cried for him, cried for herself, tears running down her cheeks in a cathartic, cleansing rush. Washing away the shame, the terror, the pain from before as though it were water swirling down a drain.
This went on for what might have been hours, or maybe only minutes. It was difficult determining the passage of time when pleasure and pain merged into one. But, somehow, the memories of that awful night were being erased. Erased until all that mattered was Gabriel and how he made her feel. Outside of this room, the world did not exist.
He coaxed her again and again into mindless pleasure, and when his cock replaced his fingers, Celia welcomed him by arching her back, allowing him to drive everything from her mind as surely as his body drove into her own.
“Gabriel, my love, my love…” Celia did not even realize she chanted his name until he abruptly tangled a fist in her hair, turning her head until her lips were accessible. The riding crop clattered to the floor. He kissed the very breath from her as he plunged into her body over and over, the size of his cock burning and stretching her at this angle. Almost painful but divine as well. Two sides of the same coin. The light and the dark melding together into one.
She exploded around him as he groaned in appreciation. When he bit the back of her neck, the sharpness of his teeth was insignificant to the sense of belonging flooding her as he climaxed deep inside her. And when her shaky legs refused to hold her upright, Gabriel was there as he’d promised.
Catching her in the darkness and making her world brighter than the sun.
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She did not rememberGabriel untying her hands. She did not remember the moment he removed the blindfold from her eyes. One minute she was hanging from the post, the next she was in their bed with Gabriel tending to her so gently she wanted to weep again for reasons she didn’t understand.
Her shoes were slipped off her feet, silk stockings rolled down and tossed aside. Gabriel wiped her down with a cool cloth, slipping into the nooks and crannies of her body while she drifted in a pleasant haze. When she began shaking, he wrapped the coverlet around her and held her tight until the tremors passed.
Then he laid her back on the pillows and settled between her thighs.
“I need you again,mon coeur,”he whispered against her lips. “I’m a monster, but I cannot help myself. I cannot get enough of you.”
Celia nodded, too depleted of strength to protest. She wanted him again as well, even if she could not muster the strength to say so.
Her arms looped around his neck as Gabriel took his cock in his own hand, rubbing against her folds and spreading her moisture over himself before surging inside her.
It feels so right. So good. This is where I’m meant to be. Here. Here with him. Gabriel. My love. My love who dragged me out of the darkness.
“You are mine, Celia. I will keep you safe from anyone and anything who would do you harm.” Gabriel’s hips tilted, his cock going so deep she moaned. His way was eased by the slickness of her desire, but she felt so full of him it was difficult to breathe. “Do you understand? You. Are. Mine.”Thrust.“Mine.”Thrust.“Mine.”
Celia cried into his shoulder, her backside burning as the motion of their bodies slid her back and forth on the sheets. It hurt, but she didn’t care. She was his, and as he took her with a violence tempered only by his innate gentleness, she accepted that, too.
