Page 44 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
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.”
