He hesitates for a moment. "Tell me why you like the spanking. How does it feel?"
I duck my head down for a moment to shield the blush I feel racing over my cheeks. I've spoken about intimacy to men before, but not like this, not with this level of vulnerability. No one has ever tried to understand me this way.
"It feels freeing; almost like I'm letting go." I rub my thighs together. "There's also the physical part of it. My pussy trembles when I'm spanked. Everything feels so much more sensitive."
"It can be that way with a flogger, or a crop too. Those sensations, you can feel them more intensely under the skilled hand of a man who knows how to push you to the edge."
"Do you want to do those things to me, Gabriel?"
In one fluid movement he's on the bed, his hands braced on either side of me, his face hovering close to mine. "I want to give you the most intense pleasure you've ever experienced. Whether I use my hand, my mouth, my cock, or anything else hardly matters. I just want you to feel as much as you can under my touch."
I want that too. I want to tell him that but I can't. It's all too much.
"I told you I'd never push for more than you can give, Isla. I meant that."
"I know that you did."
"Will you promise me one thing?"
If he'd look at me the way he is now for every day of the rest of my life, I'd promise him anything. "What is it?"
"Promise me that you'll let me take you to the symphony tomorrow night as planned." His lips graze my cheek. "Let me see you experience that."
"There's no one else in the world I'd rather go with than you."
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Gabriel
"Why are you smiling? You never fucking smile." Caleb gestures over the small table in the crowded café at me. "You're nailing someone, aren't you?"
This time the vile word actually brings an even wider smile to my lips. "Don't be crude, Caleb. I'm seeing someone."
"Seeing, nailing, screwing, call it whatever the fuck you want."
"Seeing. I'm dating a remarkable woman." I take another bite of the sandwich I'd ordered before he arrived. I'd suggested lunch in the office, this hole in the wall was his idea.
He looks past me to the expansive menu scrawled across a chalkboard hanging over the open kitchen. "I'm starving. Give me half of your sandwich."
"Order your own," I say mid chew. "You should get in line now if you're going to make it back to the office before our meeting."
"We need to discuss dad." He drops his gaze from the menu to my face. "He's jumping into this marriage thing without a life boat."
"A life boat?" I swallow a mouthful of water. "It's another euphemism for sex, isn't it? If it is, I don't want to talk about it."
He pulls a half-eaten candy bar from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He takes a large bite. "There's no prenup. He's marrying her without anything in place."
Even my father wouldn't be foolish enough to do that. "You're mistaken. Roman is smarter than that."
"Roman is pussy whipped right now."
I drop my sandwich on the paper plate in front of me. "I told you never to talk about that. I don't want to know who he's sleeping with."
He reaches across the table to pull my sandwich into his hand. He folds open the bread, pulling out a soggy tomato. "He's marrying her, Gabriel. Don't tell me you think she's hopping on that train for his mad skills in the sack. He's giving it to her alright but it's all about the money."
"How do you know there's no prenup?" I finish the last mouthful of water from the plastic bottle I'd ordered with the sandwich. "Who told you that?"
"Dear old dad did." He chews heartily. "He called me up this morning to share that tidbit of information with me."