Page 26 of A Mistake of Identity
Ellis hesitated again. Gabriel could see the uncertainty in his eyes.
“This is punishment for leaving me that morning,” Gabriel explained, his voice stern but not unkind. “I’ve been waiting to discipline you properly until you healed enough.”
Ellis moved slowly, carefully arranging himself across Gabriel’s lap. His voice was quiet when he spoke. “No one wants to wake up next to a wh—”
The first spank cut off Ellis’ words, hard enough to make him gasp. Gabriel followed it with a gentle caress over the reddening skin. “You’re not a whore. Not anymore. You’re mine.”
Ellis let out a shaky exhale. “Yes.”
“Is that how you address me?”
“Yes, sir,” Ellis quickly corrected, his voice trembling.
Gabriel began in earnest then, alternating between sharp smacks and soothing touches. Each strike drew a unique sound from Ellis—gasps, whimpers, and barely contained moans. He watched Ellis’ skin flush pink, then deepen to red, feeling the man’s cock twitch and leak against his thigh with every blow.
“Please,” Ellis gasped after a hard strike. “Sir, I—”
Gabriel landed another sharp smack. “You what, petit oiseau? Want me to stop?” He rubbed his hand over the heated flesh, feeling Ellis arch into the touch despite himself. “But your cock is telling me a different story. So hard for me, dripping all over my pants.”
Ellis buried his face in the bedding, but couldn’t hide the way his hips rocked slightly, seeking friction. Gabriel rewardedthe movement with a gentler strike, followed by a firm squeeze that had Ellis moaning.
“I’m sorry,” Ellis sobbed, his voice breaking. “Please, sir, I’m sorry I left.”
When Ellis started to shake, tears soaking into the sheets as he begged Gabriel to stop, his ass a beautiful shade of red, Gabriel changed tactics. He reached for the prescription cream on the nightstand - the last dose. One final treatment.
“Stay just like that,” Gabriel ordered, coating the applicator with the cream. Ellis shivered at the first cool touch, then moaned as Gabriel worked the applicator’s textured head inside him with practiced ease. Three days of twice-daily treatments had taught him exactly how Ellis would respond.
When the applicator was was fully seated inside his little bird, Gabriel slicked his fingers with more of the cream, circling Ellis’ entrance before pressing one finger slowly inside alongside the slim handle. Ellis’ breath hitched at the intrusion, his body still trembling from his punishment. Gabriel took his time, working that single digit in and out, moving the applicator in the opposite direction, until Ellis pushed back against his hand, soft sounds of pleasure replacing his earlier sobs.
Dr. Nguyen would likely have opinions about him using the remainder of the prescription cream this way. Gabriel dismissed the thought as he added a second finger, scissoring them carefully to stretch Ellis open. His little bird’s answering groan went straight to his cock. Ellis’ hips rolled, trying to take Gabriel’s fingers deeper.
“Eager little bird,” Gabriel murmured, adding more lube before working in a third finger, and removing the applicator, tossing it in the nearby bin. He kept his thrusts measured, deliberately brushing Ellis’ prostate only every other stroke. Each time he did, Ellis’ cock would twitch and leak against his thigh, the man’s breathing growing more ragged.
“Please,” Ellis whimpered, trying to force Gabriel’s fingers deeper.
“Not yet,” Gabriel said, continuing his careful preparation. “I won’t have you coming until I’m buried inside you.”
Gabriel guided Ellis to the center of the bed, arranging him on his back before stepping away. He took his time undressing, watching Ellis watch him. His little bird’s eyes tracked every movement hungrily as Gabriel loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt. When Gabriel shrugged the fabric from his shoulders, Ellis’ tongue darted out to wet his lips.
Gabriel felt his predatory smile spread as he undid his belt, drawing it slowly through the loops. Ellis’ breath hitched at the sound of leather sliding against fabric. The rest of Gabriel’s clothes followed until he stood naked, drinking in the way Ellis’ pupils had blown wide with want.
He coated his cock generously with the remaining cream. “No barriers between us,” he said, voice low as he settled between Ellis’ spread thighs. “Never again.”
He leaned down, wrapping his hand around Ellis’ throat. His thumb found Ellis’ pulse point, and Gabriel savored the rapid flutter beneath his touch. “I’m going to claim you properly this time, mon coeur,” he whispered against Ellis’ ear, sucking another mark into his skin, reveling in the moan Ellis emitted.
Ellis swallowed hard against Gabriel’s palm. “I haven’t... not since I was young. My first time. I was inexperienced then. I’ve never let anyone since.”
Something dark and possessive unfurled in Gabriel’s chest. That long-ago encounter was meaningless. This would be Ellis’ real first time.
No one else would ever have him this way again.
His. Only his.
Gabriel’s grip on his little bird’s throat remained firm as he positioned himself at Ellis’ entrance.
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