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But that isn’t what bothers me the most. I keep worrying about what Victoria will think of all this. She doesn’t look happy in those photos, running away from the vultures. She was already skittish before, and now this. The only saving grace is that none of the photos show her face.

I knew when I saw her in that club I should have just turned around and walked back out. I’d already told myself I was only going to indulge in her once, promises be damned. I don’t even know what I was thinking telling her I’d like to see her again. I don’t ‘see’ women, I fuck them. Pure and simple. But when she walked into that club, everything changed.

The way she was dancing, and that fucking dress…. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. It was a pull too strong to resist. I needed to feel my hands on her again, to let every man who might even think about fucking her know who she belonged to. And she ate it up.

I had never, in all of the women I’ve been with, seen a woman respond that way to my touch. Sure they tried faking it with their shitty acting skills thinking I would be none the wiser. But they didn’t like my rough hands or my harsh words. They were high society princesses, wanting to be treated as such.

But not her. She was different. She soaked up everything I had to give her, and there was no fucking way she was faking that. It made me wonder why. For the first time in a long time, I felt a twinge of guilt for what I was doing. For what I liked. Because I didn’t want to take advantage of someone who was vulnerable. And it was clear, this girl wanted to be vulnerable to me. But I’d had a taste of her, and it wasn’t nearly enough.

I tried to get her off my mind, even resorting to calling up Anya. But when she came over and started on her mind numbing tangent about how hard she was working to lose five pounds, all hope was lost. I politely tried to get rid of her, but even she knew something was up. She told me she’d never seen me so high strung before and offered to help me relax. When I rejected her, she left in a fit of rage.

Even as I jacked off in the shower tonight, my thoughts went back to Victoria. It’s getting fucking ridiculous. And I know what needs to be done. I’m sure once I show her what I want to do to her, she won’t have me anyway. So I need to get it over with.

I reach for my phone and hit the speed-dial. It’s now or never.

Chapter Nine

Victoria

The sound of someone banging on the front door wakes me with a jolt.

I roll over and groan, tangled up in my dress from last night with a throbbing head. I can hear Alanna talking with someone for a moment, and then the door shutting. A moment later she appears in my bedroom door with a gold box in her hands and a big smile on her face.

“Delivery for Miss Kelly,” she belts out her best English accent. “Courtesy of Mr. Maddox.”

“It’s way too early for this,” I mutter, flopping back onto my pillow.

Alanna sits down beside me and nudges me with the box until I give in. I open it carefully, removing a white card with a note written on it.

Victoria,

I hope you slept well and dreamt only of me.

I want to see you today.

Call me.

Gabriel

His phone number is written on the back of the card in the same perfect penmanship. I set the card down and proceed to look beneath the tissue paper. Inside is an arrangement of the most beautiful chocolate covered strawberries I’ve ever seen, no doubt from some fancy confectionary company. Alanna grins as she helps herself to a strawberry and brings it to her mouth seductively.

“Ooh, Victoria this is food porn.”

I shut the box and set it down beside me, picking up the card to read it again. This situation is getting out of control, but I can’t help myself. I want to see him again too. I want to feel his hands on my body again. I can’t stop thinking about him. I know this is probably the same way he always lures women in, with these cliché notes and boxes of chocolates designed to make them feel special. But I don’t care, I want him anyway.

“You have to see him again, Toto.” Alanna interrupts my far away thoughts. “I have to live vicariously through you because I’m dying to know how this plays out.”

I chuckle at the dreamy look on her face and grab a strawberry for myself. “I don’t know. I want to, but I don’t know if I should. He seems like bad news.”

Alanna just shrugs and continues munching on the chocolate covered fruit. “So what if he’s a major player, you’re only in it for some casual fun, remember? And I think he would be good for you. I’ve never seen you so wild and free like you were last night.”

I have to admit, she has a point. I just got done telling myself the other night that I needed something like this.

“Maybe you’re right, it could be kind of perfect. Since I know there’s no possibility of wanting more with him because he won’t want more, it will help me keep my emotions in check. We can just hook up a couple times.”

“Yes!” Alanna nods enthusiastically. “That’s exactly right. I’m so glad we got that settled, because I have something to tell you, and you can’t freak out.”

“Oh God,” I mutter. “What now?”

“Well, don’t forget what you just said, you’re still going to see him, even after I tell you this, and I’m not letting you back out. There was no harm done, and we just need to be a little more careful…”

“What are you talking about?” I snap. Alanna has a knack for dragging out the inevitable and I hate it when she doesn’t just come right out with it.

“Don’t get angry, and don’t panic,” she says reassuringly. “I’ve been up early checking the internet, and there are some photos…”

Oh no. This can’t be happening.

“No, it’s okay,” she says quickly. “None of them show your face, I promise. I looked through every single article. They are dark and blurry and trust me it could be anybody in those photos. There is no way she’ll ever know it’s you.”

My relief is swallowed by my guilt as I think about how close I came to revealing us. “God, I can’t believe how stupid I was. You’re right, I need to be more careful.”

“So you’ll still go see him?” she asks with a hopeful expression. God love her, the woman is like an infectious ray of sunshine.

“Yes, Alanna.” I grin. “I’ll go see him. I’ll wear a hat and glasses or something.”

“Good plan,” she says, reaching into the box for another strawberry.

An hour later, I’m freshly showered and feeling slightly better as I prepare to see Gabriel again. True to his domineering nature, he demanded that I be picked up by his personal driver. I argued with him about it at first, but ultimately I ended up relenting. I have a feeling that might be a common occurrence with us.

Now I have thirty minutes to get ready, and I have no idea what to wear. I sort through my lingerie, trying not to pick anything too racy. I don’t want Gabriel to think I’m handing myself to him on a silver platter. Because I’m using him just as much as he is using me. Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

I end up settling on a black bra and thong set with little pink bows. Simple, cute, and straightforward. That’s the easy part because now I have to pick out actual clothing. At first I feel like nothing in my closet is good enough for the likes of Gabriel Maddox. But then I remind myself that I don’t really care what he thinks, this is just sex. I throw on a black slashed tank top with lace underneath and a jean mini skirt, paired with some short studded boots.

For once my hair cooperates, and I actually like what I see. By the time I finish applying my signature lipstick and mascara, I have exactly two minutes to get downstairs in time to be picked up.

When I walk into the living room, Alanna is busy munching away at the chocolate covered strawberries again. “Oh great,” she says. “You’re going to go get laid, and I’m just sitting here getting fat courtesy of your hot new man.”

“Finally, a reversal of roles!” I grin and self-consciously smooth my skirt down. “So do I look alright?”

“Like sex on legs, baby. You’re a knockout, as always. He’s going to be eating out of the palm of your hand.”

I smile gratefully because Alanna would never tell me I looked good if I really didn’t. “Okay, well I better get going then, wouldn’t want to be late and upset Mr. Testy again.”

“Have fun!” Alanna calls after me as I step out the door.

Downstairs, the driver is waiting in front of the black sedan. He’s wearing a black suit and hat, holding my door open for me. He introduces himself as Paul, and I recognize him from the first day I crashed into Gabriel.

The ride to Gabriel’s Apartment is surprisingly quick for the city, only about twenty minutes. I guess it’s probably practical to live so close to his workplace. His apartment is, as I imagined, in another high rise building. Paul the driver escorts me to the elevator and punches in the code for me before gracefully exiting the lift and leaving me to ascend on my own.

A couple minutes later, the doors open into a hallway and I walk to his door. I take a deep breath, knocking quietly. A moment later Gabriel appears, looking sexy as hell. He seems relaxed with a white V-neck tee and loose black pants. Part of my dirty imagination wonders how quickly those clothes could come off.

Once I’m inside, he pulls me into his arms without hesitation, smashing my lips to his. His hands clasp my cheeks as he gives me a hungry and passionate kiss, leaving me gasping for air by the time he pulls away. He takes a step back with a bewildered look on his face as if even he is surprised by his overly warm greeting towards me.

He holds me at arm’s length, examining my body from head to toe.

“God, Victoria,” he groans. “You and these outfits, they are so fucking sexy.”

I break eye contact, feeling shy under his appraisal. I can’t tell if he’s being genuine or just trying to lay it on thick, but either way I’m definitely not used to men talking to me like that. He must sense my withdrawal, because he gently cups my chin, pulling my gaze back toward him. Today, in the bright light of the apartment, his eyes are a gentle shade of pale blue. It amazes me how someone so menacing can have the most beautiful eyes.

Gabriel grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen, motioning for me to sit at the breakfast bar. He goes to the fridge, giving me the first chance to take in his apartment. It’s moderately sized, and much less grand than I imagined it would be. I half expected to see a butler walking around a mansion this morning when I envisioned it.

Everything is black. Black leather couches, black walls, and shiny black floors. In the living room, I notice all the furnishings seem to have sharp edges. I can’t really see how any of it could be comfortable. There are no family photos, and the only artwork that hangs is a few large printed photos of cityscapes.

On the opposite wall, there is floor to ceiling glass which showcases an outdoor balcony with a private spa overlooking the city below. It’s the only detail of the apartment I really like. The space just seems so sterile and cold, like an office building rather than a home. I wonder idly if this reflects Gabriel’s personality as well. On the outside, he does seem somewhat cold, but I know on at least a couple of occasions I’ve seen a glimpse of another side to him.

But I, better than anyone, should know not to judge a book by its cover. There are probably a whole lot of reasons Gabriel is the way he is, and it isn’t my place to make assumptions. Still, a small part of me hopes that I will see more of his real personality… the one he hides away from the world.

Gabriel interrupts my thoughts when he reappears with two Mimosas, setting one on the breakfast bar in front of me. “A little hair of the dog.”

I take a small sip first, unsure if more alcohol is what I really want after this morning. But the taste is light and surprisingly refreshing, and I find it to be exactly what I need. He watches me approvingly as I drink, leaving his own drink untouched.

“You want me, Victoria,” he states in a matter of fact tone, getting straight down to business.

“Excuse me?” I shoot him a look of annoyance. What a cocky bastard.

“Well, it’s true, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. There’s no need for either of us to play coy. I want you too, very much, and I will make no show of hiding it.”

“Glad to see your ego is still in check,” I retort sarcastically.

I take another long pull of my cool drink, feeling like I’m going to need it for this conversation. I really shouldn’t be surprised by his attitude anymore. Yep, this apartment is definitely a reflection of his personality.

“The thing is,” he continues. “I want to be clear what this is between us. I fuck, and that’s it. You said the other day that I could have my pick of women, and it’s true. If you want sweet words and pillow talk after, then you’ve come to the wrong place.”

I can’t believe he just said that. Is this his pathetic attempt to win me over? By telling me he could get any woman he wanted? I’m already stewing up something venomous in reply, but he interrupts me before I can even open my mouth.

“I’ve never had to have this conversation with anyone before.” He runs an anxious hand through his hair. “The women I date, they are usually well aware of what I expect beforehand. But I just feel it’s important that I’m honest with you upfront, giving you the chance to run now if you want.” His voice becomes strained, and he actually looks nervous. “But, I really don’t want you to run.”

I still can’t get over his earlier comment, and although it may be childish, I decide to have a jab at him anyway. Consequences be damned.

“Well,” I snap, “if you have your pick of women, then why don’t you just fuck them and save yourself the trouble.”

“Victoria, please, just hear me out. I want you. I can’t tell you in any other way than I already have. It’s that simple. But after you hear what I have to say, you may not want me.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. Okay, I need to focus. What exactly is he trying to tell me?

“Well, just lay it all out for me then,” I reply as calmly as my voice allows me to. “I’m not a damn child, Gabriel. Just tell me whatever it is. I’m sure I can handle it.”

“You’ve had a small taste of me. But I want there to be more.” His voice is filled with longing, and somewhere deep inside of me my own muscles seem to respond.

“First, I want to be clear,” he says distantly. “When you’re with me, I’m in control Victoria, not you. I need you to understand that. There is no other way. I will be rough with you, and I will do what I please until you tell me to stop. And once you tell me to stop, this thing between us ends… for good. Understand?”

I can’t help it. The sick, twisted part of me is enthralled by what he’s telling me. He wants to control me. To dominate me. And all I can think about is him standing over me naked, bossing me around. I can feel my face flushing at the very idea of it, my panties soaking with sudden arousal. The demons that live deep inside of me are rearing their ugly heads, screaming let’s totally do this! Meanwhile, logical me is shaking her head, asking how I always manage to get myself into these messes.

“Okay, I get it… the whole Dom-sub thing.” I shrug casually. “But just so you know, I won’t tell you to stop if you piss me off. I’ll just punch you.”

His eyes light up as he chuckles softly at my outburst. “You are so fiery, Victoria, I love that.”

I can’t keep my lips from tipping up again, hard as try. This man makes me smile even when I’m trying to be serious.

“Well, we’ll see won’t we?” he grins playfully. “Now back to my point before. We are both in understanding this isn’t a romantic relationship. But in the interest of keeping things safe, it would be a mutually exclusive sexual relationship. Would you agree to that?”

“This is so weird,” I mutter under my breath. “Why can’t you just talk normal to me? Say you don’t want me to fuck anyone else. Yeah, I get it. I don’t just throw myself at anything that moves if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He furrows his brow and clenches his jaw. “I never said or implied that, Victoria. I just wanted to be in agreement on this. It works both ways.”

I cross my arms and nod petulantly. I’ve never had sex before that took so much work beforehand. Granted, no other man ever made me feel the way Gabriel has, and perhaps that’s why I’m tolerating this bullshit.

“Yeah alright, got it.”

He stops for a moment, running his large fingers over his chin while he ponders something.

“The other day when I spanked you, did you enjoy it?”

“I’m not…. why are you asking me that?” God, I sound so flustered. I shouldn’t be embarrassed about this, clearly he likes it too.

He smiles one of those big, heart-stopping smiles of his. At the moment, I have half a mind to scrap this conversation and just throw myself across the breakfast bar at him. But he speaks before I have the chance.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” he whispers. “But this is what I enjoy, Victoria. And I want to do this with you. I know it might be a little strange to someone like you…”

“To someone like me?” I stare at him in disbelief. “You’re telling me this isn’t strange to anyone else?”

“I don’t know. If it is, they’ve never said so.”

“So women always just let you do whatever you want to them?” I scoff.

“Of course they do.” He laughs bitterly. “Because they have their eye on the prize. It’s amazing what one will do when the determination is there.”

Is he actually insinuating that I’m a gold digger? That’s it. “Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not that kind of woman. And I don’t have my eye on anything. I don’t even know why I came here, this is ridiculous!”

I jump off the bar stool and head for the front door. Before I even reach the end of the living area, he grabs my elbow, gently halting me. When I look up into his eyes, they are full of anguish.

“I’m sorry, Victoria. I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t referring to you in any way. Please don’t go… I don’t want you to.”

Something about the wounded puppy dog look on his face melts me a little. I don’t want to go either. I want to stay. I want him. God, what is wrong with me? He just told me he wants to dominate me, and even though it sounds hot to me, his definition could be something else entirely.

“I… I’m not sure,” I say quietly. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

He leans in a little closer, grabbing my hips. “I think it’s a very good idea. Just give me a chance, I have a feeling that you might actually like it.”

I glance down at my hands, feeling as though I’m walking on a tightrope. I know that if I leave now, there will be no more Gabriel Maddox. And something inside of me hates that thought. But then there’s my self-preservation, telling me that’s probably for the best.

“I could fuck you right now,” he whispers. “To show you just how much I want you, in case you’ve forgotten.”

I melt into him as he pulls me into his arms and runs his fingers along the bare skin of my shoulder. My breath grows shorter with each stroke. His engorged cock is pressing against my belly, and all I can think of is how much I want to feel his skin on mine, his scent all over me.

He leans closer, sweeping his scorching hot lips against my ear as he whispers, “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

His hand cups my breast, rubbing it gently for a moment before he pulls it free from my tank top. He dips his head and brings my nipple to his mouth, sucking slowly, deliciously. I groan as I wrap my hand around the nape of his neck, fully prepared to let him take me. And then he pulls away, studying me intently.

“So, then beg me,” he says impassively.

What the hell? I stare up at him in shock.

His fingers move nimbly to my other breast, yanking it free as he twists my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand snakes up beneath my skirt, heading straight for my soaking wet center.

“Well?” he asks. “Shall I just torture you all day like this? Or do you want me?”

I try my best to scowl at him. “I do but…”

“So then beg me,” he says simply, not nearly as affected as I am right now. “Tell me how much you want me.”

He pulls my skirt up around my hips, pushing his palm between my legs. His fingers move languidly inside my panties before dipping two of them inside of me. He moves them around in a torturous rhythm, eliciting a deep moan from within me. And then he brings them to his mouth and sucks on them, tasting me on his lips.

“So delicious.”

I can’t take anymore.

“Please,” I whimper.

A slow smile of satisfaction creeps across his face. “Please, what?”

“Please fuck me!” I groan. “I want you inside of me, please, Gabriel.”

His lips crash into mine… hard. He sucks and kisses me violently as his passion overtakes him. When he pulls away, my lips are swollen and bruised, but content.

“Now was that so hard?” he smirks. “Two minutes of me touching you and I had you yielding already. You submitted to me then, did exactly as I requested. Do you think it would really be so difficult to see yourself doing the same thing over and over again?”

My body goes limp in his arms. He’s right. But I don’t care. All I care about right now is that he isn’t touching me. His skilled fingers doing things to me I’ve only ever dreamed about. His engorged cock filling me, stretching me, owning me.

“I thought we were going to…” I whisper.

His thumb reaches down to caress my cheek.

“Does that mean you’re willing to try this?” he coaxes.

“Yes.” My shoulders sag. “For now.”

I can’t believe this. He’s right. I’m eating out of the palm of his hand already.

He flashes me a victorious smile, and I roll my eyes. He grabs my hand and leads me through the living area and down the hall, stopping in front of one of the doors.

“Just so you know,” he says. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t like any of this. If you tell me to stop, I will stop.”

I glance over at the door, thinking about what he isn’t saying. That if I stop him, we are done.

He takes my hand and leads me through the door in silence. I try hard to steel my nerves. Do I really want this? He looks back at me with those beautiful blue eyes as though he wants to make sure I’m still here. Yes, I want this. I can just try it once. If I don’t like it, I can go. Then at least my curiosity will have been satisfied and this ridiculous thing between us will be over. But then again, what if I do actually like it?

Some feral part deep inside of me has always liked rough sex. Rough men. Men that treated me like crap. How is this going to be any different?

I glance around the room. It’s a bedroom, but I get the feeling it definitely isn’t his. It has a large bed, a couple odd sized chairs and tables, and one apothecary style cabinet in the corner. No clothing, no personal items. Everything is black. There are no blankets on the bed, only a set of crisp black sheets. If I thought the apartment was cold, I was sorely mistaken. This room is colder than any I’ve ever been in. Completely devoid of any emotion or comfort.

“Take off your clothes.”

Gabriel’s tone is commanding, startling me out of my line of thought. I move on autopilot, watching him nervously as I start to undress. My hands are shaking as I drop my skirt and tank top on the floor, leaving me in nothing but the bra and thong. I can’t make eye contact as I shimmy out of the rest, feeling overly exposed here in this stark room. I know I’m slim, but I’m also short and curvy, something he’s not used to.

Before I even get a chance to see his expression he pulls me into a chaste kiss. His lips suck on mine, reigniting my desire with gusto. His expert hands fondle my breast, and I can’t help the noises that escape me.

When he pulls away, his expression is hard.

“Now kneel on the floor and spread your legs. I want to see that beautiful pussy.”

Holy shit. Is he fucking serious? He just wants me to lay down and spread it all out for him?

I shake my head before I can even think about what I’m doing, my arms instinctively wrapping around my body.

“I don’t believe that was a request,” he barks. “Now one more time, Victoria. Do as I say, or I will spank you. Do you understand?”

Oh my God. He looks absolutely primal as he gazes down at me, fire blazing behind those blue eyes. And what he just said ignited something else deeper inside of me. Why does him threatening to spank me make me feel so savage? I like it, and even worse, I think I actually want it.

“So, then spank me,” I challenge him.

For the briefest of moments, I think he looks surprised by my candor. But before I can get a good read on him, he flings me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying me across the room. He splays me out across a small bench, lying me face down on top of it. I can hear him undoing his belt buckle, and I’m momentarily confused. Then he climbs on top of me, straddling my back as he strokes my ass. Ok, so now he’s got me trapped. This is a little different to last time.

“I’m going to teach you how to obey me, and then you can choose. But either way is fine with me because I promise you I enjoy it more when you misbehave.”

His voice is deeper now, his tone a little bit chillier. And even though I’m trembling inside, I refuse to let him see it. His hands caress each curve of my butt softly for a few moments as his breathing grows deeper. He withdraws, and all I can feel is the cold air of the room on my naked flesh.

And then it hits me. Thwack! His belt collides with my ass, lighting me on fire. I grunt at the burning pain, but before I have time to decide if it’s too much, he smacks me again. And again. And again.

I refuse to give him the satisfaction of letting him feel my trepidation. I lay perfectly still, waiting for each blow. And when they come, I do not cry out. And then eventually, the pain simply turns to warmth, followed by a rush of endorphins inside my body. I squeeze my legs together tightly, embarrassed at how wet I am for this man that is belting me. And then I feel his soft warm hands stroking my tender backside.

“Good girl,” he coos softly in my ear. “Now let’s try this again.”

He picks me up and carries me to a small soft rug on the floor, allowing me to stand. His lips find their way to my breast, his hand sliding between my legs with zero resistance. He dips his finger inside of me and I groan. I’m totally at his mercy as he slides his finger back and forth while he caresses my nipple with his tongue. My hips start pulsing towards him, silently begging for more.

“You are so responsive,” he grunts. “I can’t believe how wet you are for me already.”

He stops his sensual assault on my body to take a step back and look at me. And I mean really look at me. His eyes seem to be burning my naked body into his brain, but he’s giving nothing away. I can’t tell if he likes what he sees, and I’ve never felt so exposed. My natural inclination is to cover my breasts with my hands and to cross my legs. Because I haven’t even seen him naked yet.

He shakes his head and uncrosses my arms. “No, Victoria. I want to see all of you.” He draws lazy strokes down my waist and over my hip. “I love these beautiful curves, so soft and feminine. Don’t ever cover yourself up in front of me, do you understand?”

I nod sheepishly, and his hand slithers up into my hair, grabbing a handful before giving it a tug.

“I asked you a question,” he says. “And I expect an answer. Do you understand, Victoria?”

“Yes, Gabriel,” I whisper.

He actually groans when I say his name. He presses his hard erection against my belly, letting me feel how turned on he is. The fact that I’ve given him that much pleasure simply by saying his name makes my insides twist with desire.

“Good girl,” he says gruffly. “Now do as I asked and lay yourself out for me.”

I don’t hesitate this time. I sink to the floor, not lost on the irony that it’s the same position he found me in on the sidewalk. I told myself then that I refused to kneel before him, and now here I am… kneeling before him. Still as I glance up at his beautiful features, I don’t care. I think that face could be very hazardous to my health because I have every suspicion I will do whatever he asks. Completely his for the taking.

“Don’t look at me,” he scolds softly. “That’s something else you will have to learn.”

I glance down at the floor as he ambles around me slowly, examining me, like a shark circling its prey. And then he stops behind me where I can no longer see him. I feel him kneel down behind me and he grabs both of my arms, gently pulling my wrists behind me. He wraps something around them, which feels like his belt. Glad to know it has multiple uses. I probably should feel more panic than I do, but I’m excited. I have no idea what he’s going to do with me.

“Remember,” he says softly, seeming to sense my hesitation, “you can always say stop. But only if you mean it.”

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