Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I thought that it was a crime and had to make him my grandmother’s special recipe.
To my shock, dangerous, muscular Gabriel was a sight to behold in an apron. His stern handsome face looked boyish when he mixed ingredients in the bowl with those lethal hands.
The very image made me wet.
Perhaps, that was how we ended up naked and on the kitchen floor with cookie dough coating our bodies.
Like a ravenous lover, he licked up every drop from my body and groaned that gingerbread was now his favorite cookie.
When I came this time, my toes curled and several screams left me.
By that evening, Gabriel continued to blow my mind.
We went down to his sex dungeon. Ten presents lay on the floor, all wrapped in different colors. My mouth dropped open.
I rushed to the boxes like a kid on Christmas morning, opening up each one and giggling.
I discovered so many things that I had never used in my life—pink leather handcuffs and a sex swing, ball gags and feathers, diamond outlined blind folds and tons of satin ribbons, paddles and a freaking sex machine that would poke me with a dildo.
But one gift confused me, it was a long black bar with cuffs attached to the ends.
When I asked him what it was for, he decided to show me.
Minutes later, I lay on my back with my ankles attached to the bar and my legs spread wide.
There, he fucked me hard and fast, hitting every sensitive spot within my pussy. I moaned and bucked as waves of pleasure washed over me with his every thrust.
I came so many times that I lost count.
* * * * *
On the eleventh night, I found myself wrapped up in a new present. He gifted me with eleven long, silky gold ropes.
I stood naked and bound on the orgasm tower in his sex dungeon. It was a tall metal device that kept me on display and was designated to hold me in a standing position. The ropes were smooth against my skin. My hands were raised high above my head.
Oh God. Now what will he do?
I struggled against the bonds, but they only got tighter. My legs were spread wide apart. A thousand thoughts of what he could do next raced through my mind.
More gold rope spilled from his hands as he walked around me. “How are you doing?”
I grinned. “Surprisingly, well.”
He began to entangle me more in the golden softness. “Tomorrow is our last day.”
My heart ached. “It is.”
“However, we did discuss that I will get more time.” Gabriel checked the bindings on my ankles and rose. “So. . .let’s say ninety more days.”
I tensed. “What do you mean?”
He dropped the remaining rope and stepped back. “You stay in my condo, serving me for ninety days.”
I blinked. “Wait. I’m not staying here. I have an apartment and—”
“That tiny place on Duvall street?” He leaned his head to the side. “No. That’s not suitable for you anymore.”
I parted my lips. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t live here—”
“Why not?”
“Because—”
“Mariah.” He closed the distance between us and brushed his lips against mine. “Do you think I am giving you a choice?”
“Yes.”
He moved his mouth an inch from mine and seared me with an intense look. “I’m not.”
“Gabriel, you can’t just keep me for another ninety days.”
“I can, and I will.” He tried to kiss me.
I moved my mouth out of his way. “I thought we were past kidnapping.”
He frowned. “I thought so too.”
“Then. . .do as you promised. Let me leave.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You can’t get everything you want.”
Lust filled his eyes. “Says who?”
“Says me.”
“Do you think you’re not mine?”
“I’m not.”
He hissed.
“And. . .” I looked away. Suddenly, I was ready to get the hell out of this rope. “You only want to make me yours for ninety days. Then what, Gabriel?”
I turned my view back to him. “Then, you throw me away?”
He slipped his gaze down my naked body. “Perhaps, I’ll want another ninety days.”
“No.” I shook my head. “Twelve days of you and orgasms and all of this amazing stuff is okay. But, extending this for a set of time is only going to. . .”
He snapped his view to my face. “What?”
“Hurt me.”
His frown deepened. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then, let me go.”
He put his fingers to my face and trailed the line of my jaw. “I can’t, Mariah. I’m addicted.”
Me too.
I moved my face out of his finger’s reach.
He sneered.
“If you’re addicted, ninety more days isn’t going to help.”
Scowling, he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re correct.”
I sighed. “Thank you for seeing reason.”
“You made a logical argument.”
“Good.”
“Therefore, you’ll stay forever.”
I tensed. “What?”
“Perhaps, I was a fool to think that I could ever let you go.” He touched his chest. “Deep inside my heart. . .I know I never want to say goodbye.”