Falling into Exposure (Falling 2)

It doesn’t actually cover any of my body up, just accentuates it with small strings woven delicately over my naked flesh. I can’t believe Gabriel wants me to go outside in this thing. Even covered with my infamous trench coat I’ll still feel completely naked underneath. And after the incident with Anya on the street, I’m not sure if that gives me such a thrill now.

I dig through my shoe collection, hoping to find something that will match. I end up settling on a trusty pair of black stilettos. They seem to go with just about everything. Hell, the shoes are so sexy I could probably get away with wearing nothing but them.

After shrugging into my coat, I put some mousse in my hands and tousle my hair. I spend about five minutes on my makeup, which is all I can manage.

Next on the agenda is a change of clothes. I don’t know what Gabriel has planned for afterwards, but I end up opting for one of my sexy black dresses. It was an impulse buy, and one that I haven’t had time to wear yet. It’s a little more daring than I’d normally wear, with just a strip of fabric covering my breasts and sheer strips of fabric throughout. It shows off the flesh around my waist as well as my entire back. I figure that since it will just be me and Gabriel, it’s the perfect opportunity to break it in.

After I’ve gathered my clothes into a messenger bag, I open my nightstand and quickly snap the beautiful diamond studded collar around my neck.

***

When I arrive at Gabriel’s he’s waiting for me just inside the door. I barely make it through before he pounces on me, removing my coat as he kisses me fast and hard.

He walks me backwards without a word, his hands everywhere on my body. I bump into the breakfast bar, and he scoops me up and splays me out across it.

I’m gasping for air, trying to get my bearings from hurricane Gabriel when I see him pulling out some leather cuffs and chains. Before I even have a chance to ask what he’s doing, he’s attaching the cuffs to my wrists and ankles.

He threads the connecting chains under the breakfast bar and attaches them on the other side, pulling them tight. I’m bound and completely spread eagle on the middle of the bar as he stares down, admiring his handiwork.

Without a word, he climbs up on top of me, straddling my hips as he sucks my nipples through the delicate lace material. I arch up into his touch, rattling the chains as I do. Gabriel groans, nipping through the material with his teeth and pulling, effectively tearing it.

He frees both nipples, the shredded lace leaving just enough skin exposed for him to lick and suck my breasts. Which he does thoroughly, curling his tongue around each one and gently nipping them like he can’t stop himself.

I so badly want to reach up and touch him, but I’m bound, and I can tell he’s enjoying my natural instinct to attempt to move.

He grazes his way down my naval and across my pubic bone, showering me in kisses before he lands at his intended destination. He buries his face deep between my thighs, rubbing his nose along the wet seam and inhaling, his eyes darkening.

“You smell so fucking good,” he grunts, plunging two fingers inside of me.

I cry out as his tongue starts to lap at my clit, wiggling my hips as he eats me like a man possessed.

I feel my muscles tightening, contracting, stringing me so tight I’m going to snap. My toes curl and my head falls back before it hits me. A bolt of lightning through my core, electrifying every nerve ending as I explode around him.

I scream like a mad woman from the force of emotion raging over me. Gabriel’s eyes are feral with lust as he pulls his engorged cock from his pants, plunging it inside of me.

His movements are frantic and wild as he rocks into me. He’s ripping and tearing the lace from my body with primal sounds emanating from his chest. His hands are everywhere, his teeth, his tongue, his lips. The only thing I can see is his glorious hard body moving against me, taking what he needs from me without apology. And I want to give it to him.

As he reaches the last remaining remnants of the lace around my collarbone, he sees the collar around my neck, and his expression changes. I didn’t think it possible, but he turns even wilder as he grips my hips in his hands, bottoming out inside of me.

And then he’s coming, shuddering inside of me as his head falls back and his lips part. He’s rocked back on his heels, looking utterly wrecked and beautiful, his large body looming over me, but still connected.