he is my lord

GABRIELLE AUGUST 25TH DONADEA, NORTHERN IRELAND My heart skipped a beat and I froze against Ivan. He noticed that he made me stiff and grabbed me tighter. Unable to turn away or do anything but stare at him, I memorized every feature of his face, his beautiful green eyes, the mole on the top of his left cheek, the natural part of his hair and the way it fell on his eyes. sides of your face, the color of your lips and the shape of your jaw. All parts of him that I was beginning to know by heart. Everything about him seemed beautiful to me to the point that he could hardly look away. His burning gaze held me anyway, as much as his arms did. Ivan was holding me because he expected me to run away and scare me. He only reacted to what he expected of me because of his experience. I had tried to run away from him almost every time we had been together in the same space since our first meeting. His powers of deduction didn't have to work overtime to figure me out. It wasn't hard for him to convince me to stay with him longer either. Ivan Everley was a master of persuasion. I want you submissive when we f**k, Gabrielle. I shuddered at the thought...and at the implications of what he meant with those direct and powerful words. Images flashed through my brain and threatened to shut it down. That man exercised a mysterious power over me that he had never experienced before, and he had to take extreme precautions. My rational mind knew this, of course, but I also knew that I ran the risk of throwing that extreme caution to the wind. The confidence with which she made his request made me think that what we had started would continue indefinitely. As much as it sounded wonderful to be with Ivan for more than a weekend of uninhibited s*x and sensual pleasure, the rational side of me told me I was a fool if I thought I could have it with him. It was impossible for her to escape unscathed. He would twist me into all kinds of knots. Besides, she didn't deserve any kind of relationship with him... or anyone really. My sins still weighed on my heart and the self-flagellation was something I still couldn't let go. Someday, maybe, I could forgive myself for what I had done four years ago. I so want to have that... with you, Gabrielle. When he told me that second part, there was a clear longing in his voice. She had heard it clearly. I also felt a loneliness in him. I think I sensed it because feeling alone was my favorite taste these days. Could Ivan and I fill those feelings of loneliness for each other? Was she right to give in to the desire she felt for him? Or was I fooling myself? He had got it right with Ivan. He was dominant, although I was sure he had repressed his natural inclinations whenever we had been together. I'd seen flashes of dominant behavior from him, of course, but coming from him, it turned me on to no end, because Ivan Everley hit every one of my s*x buttons. I liked how Dom Ivan operated too much. Dominants know how to recognize a submissive when they find one, so he had me right too. I couldn't hide my submissive nature from him, any more than I could continue to hide my impulses when I was like this with him, that is, naked in his bed, weak from the hours of attention from his c**k, his hands, and his mouth. I could barely maintain a coherent thought, let alone hide my true desires. He knew it. "What are you asking me to do with you?" He still needed to know. He needed to hear him lay it all out for us. For me. He needed to hear it to move forward. He could literally feel my heart pounding in my chest as he waited for his response. "I think you know, Gabrielle." He ran his finger down the side of my face, then along my jaw, past my chin, before sliding it down the side of my neck and resting it on my pulse point. He pressed, digging his finger into the flesh of my neck. "I feel the blood pumping under my finger. Your pulse quickens. Your flawless skin blushes. The thought of my suggestion excites you." He squeezed his finger a little harder. "Isn't that right, Gabrielle?" Yes. She was in serious trouble with this man. His green eyes locked onto mine as the pressure of his finger kept me frozen, totally under his spell, unable to tear myself away from his embrace any more than I could deny the truth of his words. . That was all it took. A single finger imbued with the mastery of presence that Ivan Everley possessed as surely as he possessed the handsome looks and talented movements in the bedroom. Or in the warehouse of an art gallery. Or the dance floor at a wedding. Or the inside of a seaplane. As an involuntary shiver took hold of me, the awareness of the strength of my attraction to him, to his wildly unexpected proposal, was very disconcerting. She was also very tempting. His response was to put her lips close to his and say, "Don't think about it too much. I know that's what you're doing." The pressure of his lips was as soft as his kiss, firm but calm. With his tongue licking me, he sighed, "Trust me, Gabrielle. Trust me and say yes." Damn, how good he was. How the hell was I going to resist when we were naked in his bed, with his lips on my skin promising me more pleasure than I had ever known? An impossible feat for a woman much stronger than me, I'm sure. She knew she wasn't ready to give a resounding yes to her proposal, but she could give him an honest answer to her question. "Yes, it turns me on, but how did you know, Ivan?" –I managed to ask. I needed to know if he had a sign with arrows painted on his forehead. Flashing neon? >>>s****l SUBMITTAL <<< My question stopped the kisses as he stared at me. He had returned to the intense look he was beginning to recognize. The rest of his fingers moved forward to grab my neck in a possessive embrace. "I didn't know for sure, but I fervently hoped it was true. The clues were there during our first meeting at the National Gallery. The way I held you when I made you c*m in that warehouse... God, Gabrielle." She licked her lips and her eyes bulged. "You were perfectly submissive to me and since that night I haven't been able to get you out of my head. I thought about you for days and days. I wanted to see you again, but you disappeared and all I had was 'Maria' in the green dress." Her fingers left my neck, sliding down my arm until she took my hand. She grabbed it firmly and lifted my arm above her. "I also want you to put that green dress back on, because I need to repeat that night with you, Gabrielle." "Okay, we can have another date," I quickly agreed. His masterful command made me gasp and remember very well how he had made me feel when he looked at me with admiration the first time, just as he was doing now. Ivan knew how to make me It felt so, so good. "The way you surrendered to me when I touched you, the sounds that came out of your mouth when you came." He stared at my lips before dragging his tongue across them slowly. "How you knelt. elegantly ready to suck me as if you wanted to." "Yes, I wanted to do it" – I whispered, feeling that he was making me horny as he told me about our first meeting. "I knew it. I knew it then." His eyes looked at me so beautifully green and deep as he studied me. "God, you're so...fucking sexy." "You are too," I said timidly. "And I still can't believe what I did with you, a total stranger." And even now, remembering what I had done with Ivan in the National Gallery that night, I was filled with shame for my weakness. Why did it affect me so much? One look, one touch, one order and I turned into putty in his hands. It had to be just him, she was sure. "You've said it before, Gabrielle, and I hear you. I hear you. But honestly, I don't want you to be ashamed of what we did together that night. In fact, I don't accept the idea at all. You didn't do anything wrong, kitten. Everything you did that night was perfect... for me. That's why what happened between us happened. Don't you see?" He pressed another erection against the side of my hip, and I had to give him credit for his endurance. This man was the mortal incarnation of a Greek god, an Eros, with a really big c**k that kept going up and down. I nodded and enjoyed the view. Admiring her beauty, loving the weight of her lower body pressed against mine, the firm dominance she exerted so easily. We hit it off so well. We got along a lot, that's for sure. I basically fell into her arms and let her do whatever she wanted to me in the gallery warehouse. Something I had never allowed another stranger to do within moments of introducing me. Ha! They hadn't even introduced us. He thought I was Maria the Escort, and I gave her a perverted alter ego name. Mr. Ivanhoe. Shame washed over me again as I remembered. Since arriving in London, she had led such a secretive life regarding men and dating that she had forgotten what it felt like to be desired in privacy. Ivan returned those sensations to me at the same time that he made me feel so damn good; His offer was almost impossible to resist. "Just like you feel comfortable right now being held by my hands, wondering what I'll do next. You want me to do more and you will give in to it too.” Ivan continued to look at me, the penetrating shine in his eyes that appeared during s*x only made me hornier. Ivan reached into my borrowed tuxedo, which was lying on the bed next to us, with his free hand and pulled out the silk fringed belt. He dragged the hanging edge over my n*****s, making me arch at the tickling. "I want to use this, Gabrielle. I'd like to have your precious body tied to my bed while I f**k you this time. Knowing that you're not going anywhere until I release you. Until I'm done feeling pleasure from seeing you spread out and shaking from all the orgasms." What I'm going to give you. Until you've lasted as much as you could and my c**k has been squeezed to the point of f*****g exhaustion," he said, watching me carefully, with his tense, firm body looming above me. I shivered hard, Again a completely involuntary action on my part. His simple words left me helpless as he began to direct me. And he knew it too, because he smiled darkly at my shudder. "Are you consenting?" "Yes" –I moaned, falling into the spell he had cast on me with complete ease, letting him take control of this. I instinctively knew it would be better than anything he had experienced before. Upon hearing my response, his green eyes looked at me with lust and he wasted no time in getting me into position. "Will you tell me what you need, Gabrielle?" –He asked me firmly as he tied my hands with the silk belt, testing the tension before fixing the silk to the headboard of his bed. "Green, yellow or red. I'll listen to you, whatever it is." He deliberately lowered his hands to find my n*****s, rolling them between his fingers, applying pressure until I felt the burn of sweet pain shoot through me and straight down between my legs. "If it's to make you go back, or if it's to give you more... Tell me." Ivan studied me carefully to judge my response, for it was a test. I moaned and arched my back, letting the wave of pleasure run through me as he stopped pinching my n*****s and began caressing my breasts with each stroke. from his hands. "Yes, I'll tell you," I managed to gasp. The green in his eyes seemed to light up once more when I accepted, with an unmistakable glow of triumph. It had pleased him very much, and knowing that he had done so ignited something inside of me. me from which I could not go back. This was a cliff and I had just committed to jumping off the edge. “And you want this with me, Gabrielle? Do you understand what your agreement means?” I nodded slowly but deliberately, my heart about to jump out of my chest at the question, forcing myself to recognize that we were starting out together. We were no longer hooking up just for s*x. Things had transformed into something new. There was much more than just a few. Fabulous orgasms for both of us. “What's your color now, kitten?” “Green.” I felt a wave of longing release within me as she responded, remembering something she had told me before: Don't close your eyes. I need to see those green beauties on me when you say yes. So I kept my gaze on him as I gave him my consent. My soul felt free for the first time in longer than I could remember.