Chapter 4

Four

Evie

T he wind howled outside our walls, and I quietly thanked my luck we had a fire, four walls and not stuck in some ditch somewhere trying to get back to the hotel.

"Are you going to take these cuffs off? My wrists are sore." I paced between the window and the fireplace, turned and then retraced my steps. My ass was sore too but that caused a surge of different emotions inside me I found confusing. I never thought a spanking would be sexy but the wetness between my legs proved otherwise. And it unsettled me.

A small table and a pair of cracked wooden chairs were pushed up against the wall opposite the fireplace with the king bed taking up much of the cabin. So much for luxury. Gabriel had made another trip to the truck bringing back a large blanket. The hotel and its glorious linens and massive bathtub seemed like a lifetime ago.

I sat down on the bed, giving it a little bounce as I kicked off my Uggs.

Wooden legs scraped against the scuffed-up floors as Gabriel pulled a chair out. "Come here."

What was his problem? He'd spanked me, after all. I was still waiting for the apology on that one. It wasn't that it hurt. It was more like such a surprise I still couldn't believe it happened. And I wouldn't mind it happening again to see what I thought. I like Gabriel touching me like that a lot. There was something tender about his slaps that made me crave his hands on me again.

First things first. Get these cuffs off.

I got up and sank into the other chair. It was a hard wooden chair and I winced.

Gabriel produced a key and set about removing my handcuffs. His head shot up at my discomfort.

"Did I hurt you?"

I wanted to lie and tell him yes just to see him squirm. But the look in his eyes was of such concern that I caved.

"Pinched my ass in a crack in this high-quality chair," I murmured.

He was rubbing my wrists lightly with his thumbs. That felt really nice. They were a bit red from the cuffs so I wasn't going to complain.

"Not everyone lives their life going from five-star hotels to private planes like you do."

"Despite what you think, it's not easy being me," I blurted.

Gabriel raised his head and looked at me skeptically but he didn't stop the massage of my hands. In fact, now he'd moved to drawing circles on my palms with his thumbs. His touch was tender and I didn't want him to stop.

"Yeah, getting whatever you want must be a real bitch, Ice Princess."

"I don't get everything I want. Far from it," I protested.

"Really?" He dropped my hands and sat back in his chair. One of his arms casually hung over the back. "Tell me one thing that hasn't gone your way."

"Well." I glanced around the dingy room wildly. My heart pounded so hard in my chest that I was sure Gabriel could hear it.

"Come on, Ice Princess. You can tell me. You didn't get the right color pony for your eighth birthday?"

"It's not like that." I balled my hands by my sides, getting to my feet. "Forget it. I should've known you wouldn't understand."

I moved to stalk away but Gabriel captured my hand lightly pulling me down into his lap again.

"I'm sorry." He gathered my long hair back, combing through it with his fingers.

I liked sitting on his lap. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass and I instantly flipped from irritated to curious as to where this would lead.

It was now or never. I took a deep breath and the truth spilled out of me.

"I'm a virgin. I can't trust anyone to have sex with me because I know they are either just trying to get back at my father or get to my trust fund. You know what it's like being the world's oldest living virgin? I have dreams, desires, fantasies, and no one to share them with. Mom died and Dad well, he paid more attention to the stock market than me. He has my whole life planned out and not once has he asked me what I want. Oldest story in the damn book because it keeps happening over and over again."

"Breathe, baby." Gabriel's hand stopped brushing my hair.

He gently turned my head, tilting my chin up so we locked eyes

I struggled to blink back my tears but failed. I felt them roll down my cheeks faster than I could count, but I didn't wipe them away.

"This trip was my first… everything," I offered quietly. " My father forgets Christmas, so I didn't see the point of going home to an empty house so I worked hard, saved, and bought myself this trip."

"Oh, baby." Gabriel breathed. He kissed my tears away and when they were gone he nuzzled my neck. "I'm sorry. I really fucking am."

I gulped back a hiccup. His lips against my neck washed away the hurt of my father's actions, and I didn't try to bring them back by dwelling on them.

I dragged my fingers through Gabriel's hair, and took in all the pleasure of his lips back on my neck and working up to nibble on my ear. Heat washed through me and pooled between my legs. My already swollen clit throbbed. I moaned, not even trying to hide what he was doing to me. I shed my fluffy coat when he took off my cuffs and now I wished I'd done the same with my pants.

"But I'm not sorry I spanked that tight ass of yours," he growled low and I swear his words pulled a string connected to my pussy, because I creamed so hard I could feel the liquid wetting my bathing suit and pants.

I slid my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. "Good, because I liked it. A lot."

Gabriel's hands rested on my knees.

He was very quiet.

I wiggled my ass against him since that seemed to be effective.

"It would be a shame to put that bed to waste," I whispered.

"Evie," Gabriel called me by my name for the first time. "If we do this, there's no going back. You understand?"

"I won't be a virgin anymore, so yeah I understand. No take-backs."

"More than that. You'll be mine. I don't give up or share what's mine. Do you understand?" His eyes darkened a stormy shade of gray.

My heart thudded and my breath caught. "I do. But..."

"But what?" Gabriel slipped his hand beneath the band of my pants and cupped my pussy lightly through my bikini bottoms.

"Mmm. Dirty little Ice Princess," he groaned roughly. "I think my baby liked her ass being spanked."

I arched against his hand. I wanted his touch everywhere.

"Yes," I moaned and pressed a little harder.

"But... oh, yes!" He moved the edge of my bikini aside and dragged a finger through my wet folds. "Oh, Gabriel!" I clamped a hand around his wrist and tried to hold him in place but he had other ideas. Dirty ideas.

"But what, Evie?" He tilted my head back so we could lock gazes. I looked on as he pulled his hand back, fingers dripping with my juices, and licked each digit clean of my cum.

I swallowed back a lump of surprise. My God, that was sexy.

He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine and for the first time in my life, I tasted my girl-cum on his lips. "But what, Evie?" he asked again, his tone a hushed whisper.

"I...I don't think a virgin is going to be very good for you. I wouldn't know how to please you."

Gabriel's dark laugh sent shocks of electricity through me.

He cupped my face. "Don't worry about me." He reached around me and pulled at the ties to my halter top, freeing the weight of my breast. They swayed without the support, and suddenly I felt shy. I covered my breasts with my hands.

Gabriel groaned, fire in his eyes. "Oh, baby, the sight of you touching yourself is going to make me cum in my pants. When I have you on top of me, I want you to tease those pretty pink nipples."

My unease evaporated. I stood up, turned slightly toward Gabriel, and he pulled me to him, palming my breasts and massaging the sensitive flesh with his strong fingers.

My eyes rolled from the feeling of a man's hands on me. And not just any man either. His. Gabriel Dyson's.

I cradled his thick dark hair with my fingers as he dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his warm mouth. Rolling the hard tip and flicking it with his tongue had me weak in the knees and I trembled in his arms.

Between us, I could feel his hard cock. Part of me was afraid of what would happen when something that big entered my body but I also grew wetter. Hungrier for what I knew was about to happen.

Standing in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants, Gabriel lifted me and stripped those away, leaving me in only my bikini bottoms. He yanked it to the side and quickly found what he wanted. My pussy in his hand.

I gasped and felt a wildfire explode inside me when his fingers stroked me harder, faster.

"Gabriel," I moaned softly. "This is...is…"

"Is what, Ice Princess? What is this?" He stroked me faster and I could feel my orgasm ready to hit any second. I clutched his massive biceps and clung to him, my legs spread wide open for anything he wanted to do to me.

"Wrong," I offered, knowing what we were doing could ruin his friendship with my father and the history they shared.

"Then why is your pussy dripping wet for my cock?"

His thick finger slid into me, and I panted wildly. He was right. So so right. But lusting after my dad's best friend and then coming all over his hand… holy fuck I've never been so turned on, or so wet. I never knew I could be a bad girl, but I wither on his hand and ride his finger like we've done this a hundred times.

I dug my nails into his shirt and clung to his large body as my climax overpowered me.

"Gabriel," I screamed.

His finger slid into me, first one and then a second. He groaned like he enjoyed feeling me come around his fingers just as much as I did. "That's right. Scream for me. Show me what a bad girl you are and scream. Come, baby, wet my fingers with your girl-cum. Give me your beautiful juices." As he coaxed me, his thumb glided over my swollen, needy clit and I swore another bomb went off inside me.

I reached for his cock and stroked the thickness through his pants.

"Damn, your hands are perfect on me. So fucking hot and eager, baby."

My body shivered and he held me to him, our hearts racing. His huge cock pulsated between us, and my pussy ached to feel him sink every last hard inch into me. We both stood there and I could feel him second-guessing what just happened the longer the seconds ticked by.

But no way this was the end of it. I buried my fingers in his shirt and looked into his dark eyes. "You don't have to be gentle with me, Gabriel. I want to be yours. No regrets. And if you want to bend me over," I paused searching for the right words, "I'm ok if you want to spank my ass a little more."

As I spoke my knees grew weak. I don't know where all the brave sexy talk came from, but I liked this new side of me.

I whimpered when he palmed the back of my head and crushed our lips together. His tongue pushed past my lips to stroke possessively over mine and all my fears of him pulling away faded instantly.

He lowered his heavy weight into the chair, breaking our kiss, his hands gripping my waist.

He palmed my breasts working the heavy weight making my eyes roll shut and my mouth gasp open with pleasure.

We no longer needed the fire, we created our own heat. Every squeeze of his fingers sent another rush of blood to my already swollen nipples and the tiny shock of pain mixed with pleasure made me wither in his arms with need.

"Gabriel," I pleaded. "Please. I want more of you."

He created the most delicious warm feeling inside me.

"There's no rush for us, baby. We have all the time in the world."

Outside the blur of snow continued, but I couldn't focus on that when the bear of a man in front of me hauled me up his body and walked us to the bed where his blanket lay spread out. One knee at a time he crawled us to the middle before spreading me out beneath him. With my legs draped over his thighs, I was wide open for the man I've dreamed about way before I had any business wanting him.

"I'm going to savor every inch of your virgin pussy, Ice Princess, but you need to be ready for me before I can take you."

His lips found my neck and when his teeth grazed over the tender flesh, I arched into him, feeling the very hard flesh I desperately wanted inside me.

"Don't make me wait, Gabriel, please."

I shivered at the thought of Gabriel's hard cock inside me riding me deep and fast. I'd waited long enough for this man.

Gabriel fisted his hand in my hair, tilting my head back.

"I know your pretty little clit is throbbing and hungry and those soft pussy lips are dripping with all your sticky-sweet juices."

I shuddered under his weight, his filthy words making hot liquid drip down the crease of my ass to wet the blanket beneath us.

"Are you desperate for my cock, baby?" he murmured roughly.

My brain checked out long ago and I'm pretty much riding the lust train from here until forever. Not when he felt this good pressed overtop me. He made me want to melt, want to scream, beg, and plead all in the same breath. I never wanted to take a step off this ride. He made me feel treasured, wanted.

He pressed his lips against my ear, his hands around my wrists above my head. Between my legs his cock tented his pants he'd yet to shed sadly. "All of this is all for me and I'm going to make you scream."

The faint sound of metal clicking hit my ears but what exactly it was didn't register until I tried to move my arms when he crawled off of me.

"Gabriel? What the hell?"

"Do you trust me?"

With the sight of him standing at the end of the bed, a knee on the edge, his shirt hanging open, I had a hard time saying anything other than, "Yes."

And I meant it.

Spread out and cuffed to the bed I watched him throw another piece of wood on the fire before walking across the room to my toiletry case.

Oh shit.

My heart stopped.

"Wait—"

"Oh, we're past that, Ice Princess," he purred wickedly.

I should stop this. I know I should, but why? Merry Christmas to me, right?

He popped the top of the case and pulled out a hot pink box and the new tube of lube.

Night had fallen and the glow of the fire was the only source of light. Shadows hide his expression from me, but I could read his body language just fine when he turned around and held up both.

"You intended to use at least one of these tonight—let's not disappoint."