Title:
Saving Abel (Rocker Series:
One)
Author: Gina
Whitney
Genre:
Erotica BDSM
Reveal Host:
Lady
Amber's Tours
Blurb:
Abel's
emerald eyes touch the deepest part of Gia's soul in a way that terrifies her.
She fears he can see her secret. Lies, guilt, and betrayal lay beneath her
skin, and she's terrified of being exposed. How will Gia ever begin to explain?
She doesn't believe she's worthy of him, and her greatest fear is that her
carefully guarded heart will be shattered. However, she finds herself unable to
deny this rogue tattooed rocker whose kisses just might ruin
her.
Author
Bio:
Gina Whitney grew up reading Judy Blume, and Nancy Drew
books. She was raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New York(Long
Island)and attended community college for fashion design. At 19 she opened a
boutique. She recently published her first paranormal romance novel Blood Ties.
When she's not writing, she's hanging with family and friends. She shares a
home with her wonderful son’s PJ and Drew, and their 200lb Mastiff Hercules.
She currently lives in Massapequa, New York. Reading has always been a passion
and obsession. You can usually find her typing furiously while shouting
obscenities over her latest work. She also enjoys a good laugh, being snarky,
espresso, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. She's
pathologically obsessed with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, Borgias,
Vampire Diaries and Originals. You can also find her chatting it up with
readers on Facebook.
Links:
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7093718.Gina_Whitney
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/ginamwhitney
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Gina-Whitney/e/B00DWDU1KG/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
Prologue
The night
On ecru initialed paper the
understanding was brutally clear…You’re to be blindfolded and waiting on your knees for your master. I reread a couple of times, my hands
shaking with both fear of the unknown and excited to be delivered to brink of
aching pleasure. Man, I was fucked! Folding the note in half, perfectly seaming
the edges thoughtfully, musings of biting off more than I can chew swirled
cyclonically…causing fluttering in my stomach to mount to upchuck levels.
Picking up the Hermes silk scarf, I gentled it along my check before breathing
in his alpha scent. Him. My eyes closed
on their own accord…heart beating in concert with my pussy. My clit
charged and was primed already with my sweet ambrosia. The inner demonness scratching the surface of my psyche,
relentlessly thrashing against confinement. Twirling around in a sexual
dream-state, my eyes took in floor to ceiling windows—lush drapes pulled back.
Gasping heavily… hand on my heart trying to keep the fucker in there. Was he planning
to take me in the open—voyeur delight? I wasn’t sure how I felt about
that. Then again this was about surrendering. A place my control had no say in.
On the left was a free standing bar. His guitar leaning against it.
Chrystal decanters lined the top. Amber colored courage called to my
parched throat. Begging, needing something to quell the tremors that plagued my
body. I couldn’t. Could I? Or was that breaking the rules? I couldn’t
afford to piss him off nor did I want to. I wanted to please him. Hand over the
keys to my soul for him to take up occupancy. I needed to take purchase of the
prime piece of real-estate—his heart. Old demons plagued my thoughts with their
clever mind tricks. Fighting their way to the surface—sneering that I would
lose the man I’d come to love because of my deceitful heart. The mother of all
motherfucking Karmas was going to bite my ass—hard. I needed to lock these
incessant nauseating thoughts where they belonged…behind a door that had no
moral key and slam it shut.
Looking to my left, a
fire raged stunningly in a pastoral styled fireplace. Crackling embers radiated
warmth to nurture my body. Perfect spot! Unbuttoning my pants and blouse
letting them both pool at my feet…my bra and panties followed. The heat of the
flames licked my skin helping gentle the goose bumps that stepped forward
across my body. Double-knotting the scarf, I lowered to my knees, thankful for
plush carpet. I sent a silent bid of gratitude upwards. God had no place here
today. On this day, I would be rejoicing, reveling and partaking in rituals
practiced by heathens. Tempering my breathing, I repeated Namaste over and over until
a shiver redirected
my attention to the door. Searching my mind to identify its source, the squeak
of the door knob stopped all thought process—and thinking. His innate
maleness seeped into my pores, cocooning my skin in his alpha scent—marking my
heart as his. Instantly, my
body recognized him. An unwilling groan escaped, making my nether region clench
in anticipation. He chuckled.
~~~
"Very good. I
see you followed my directions flawlessly. I see that beautiful pussy’s shaved
bare for me. This pleases me Gia. And you will see how much very shortly. But,
are you ready for your Master? If I part your folds will you be slick
and hot for me?"
His warm breath
tickled my ear. My mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish out of
water, until I finally croaked out, (no paragraph)"Um, yes. I um. I
believe so, Abel.” Christ why am I reduced to a stuttering
adolescent? He's fucking
dangerous and hot that's why! Stealing myself, I needed to women the fuck up
and show him who I am. Palming my chin out, he spoke
gruffly.
“Love, when we’re in
this setting I am your God…bringer of pleasure and pain.” He released me,
clearly awaiting a response of praise.
“Yes Sir. I
understand perfectly.” I affirmed. My body chilled knowing the moment he
stepped away. The ring of the crystal decanter signaled loudly in the air.
Rolling shutters had me clenching—hard. Moments ticked by at a snail’s pace and
I wanted to rip my hair out. Frustration built as he took his time leaving me
in a vulnerable position. He swallowed his drink before padding back over in my
direction and bringing that delicious signature scent of his - musk and
something wild I couldn’t put my finger on.
“I’m going to taste
you now.” He quantified.
What? Christ on a
motherfuckin cross. Two thick
fingers teased my clit round and round, spreading my silky juices along my seam
and preparing for his invasion. I held my breath. What else could I do?
“You smell like you
want to be fucked.” He smiled appreciatively.” Breathe Gia. Your God would like
to sample you. I want to commit your taste to memory. Savor you on my tongue. Swallow
your goodness.” He rasped leaning into my ear.
I wanted to scream
just do it
already! His beard scruffed
against my face…leaving his mouth against my ear. Every breath. Every heartbeat.
Every swallow. Was mine hear. I had a front row seat to an erotic movie that I
starred in. Holding my shoulder firmly with his left hand, he roughly entered
my opening. One breath in. One
long breath out. Fingering me with
precision…two fingers in me and his thumb on my trigger. I ground against his
palm.
“You will not come.
Yet. Stay still or
I’ll stop.” He stated sternly. .
Well that did it! I needed release
and I needed it now.
Fuck. Squeezing my eyes
tightly, I was thankful for the blind-fold. He had to see how challenging this
was for me. With a final stretching thrust he vacated my pussy. The heady juice
permeated the air…releasing another gush of wetness. His sucking sound ended
with a loud pop, followed by a growl of approval.
“Taste.” He fisted my
hair driving his fingers into my open mouth.
“Taste how sweet your
pussy is?” He queried.
I had the perfect
opportunity to bring him to his knees. My tongue languidly snaked its way
around his fingers, sucking greedily any remaining ambrosia—with my own kickass
resounding pop. Umm…purring my
contentment.
A seismic roar
rumbled its way free from his alpha chest. Oh, he was affected. Breaking dominant control momentarily—he lunged forward.
Fisting my hair, his tongue forced my mouth open. Damn this
Dom. My lungs
fought for air as my hands braced against his muscled chest…alive with the
vibrations from the beast tethered within—Abel. Dizziness
threatening to take me under. Pulling air into my nose I took a breath. He
didn’t let up. Apparently, my survival was to be damned while he consumed me
from the inside out. My brain had only registered oxygen. Now I needed to
return his kiss. My hands found their way up his neck into his thick hair. Fist
full of hair…I pulled. He answered my call with his masterful tongue and
gnashing teeth. Needing his cock in my pussy now, I reached for it, feeling its
thick steeliness through his jeans. He gently removed my hands. Disappointed, I
lowered my head but took the opportunity to nourish my blood with oxygen. He
forced my hands behind my back. I sat on the back of my knees to steady
myself.
“You have to earn
that, Babe. You haven’t earned my cock yet. And he has a bigger ego then I do.”
He laughed low and deep as he stood, leaving me again.
Was he serious? His
dick had an ego?
Shuffling of drawers
opening and closing to my left had me turning my head in that direction. My
legs tingled with anticipation and lack of activity. I hoped I wasn’t going to
be on my knees too much longer. The loud snap of something caught my immediate
attention causing me to lick my dry lips and swallow the golf ball sized knot
as I readied myself. Sweet smelling leather assailed my
senses.
“Do you know
what the Cat of nine tails is, Gia?” He asked.
Thanks to Google, my
ignorance for basic BDSM wouldn’t be apparent. I schooled my quickly
in the tricks of the
trade like knots, whips, and positions 101.
“Yes Sir. A
traditionally favored whip with nine separate tails.” I rejoined, quirking a
smile. I awaited his answer which came in the form of him running the tails along
my breasts…down to my pussy… and snapping my clit to attention. Over and over
again my body became acquainted with this new form of torture. With legs
shaking, I thrust myself off of them into an upright position, hoping this
little exercise would stop this embarrassing bodily display of minor
earthquakes. No such luck. My body wanted to surrender to its Master as my
wreathing ratcheted to panic-attack levels. An explosion of epic proportions
was near tilt. Whack…the leather sliced across my behind. Ow…fuck me!
“Not nearly yet
sweetheart. That nice shade of red on your ass is making me hard as fuck
though.” He countered.
Well that’s not how I
really meant it, but that’s exactly what I wanted right the fuck now. He was
turned on. And that turned me on. If his lash marks on my skin do it for
him—then so be it.
“I want to taste you,
Master. It’s only fair.” I practically whined. Throw me a fucking bone. This BDSM shit was killing me. I’m not a
patient person by nature, so, I deserved a reward for the restraint I’ve been
practicing today. The sound of his zipper lowering had my full attention. The
lava started to trickle down my legs again.
“Is this what you
want pretty girl?” He stepped up smearing his pre-cum on my lips.
I moaned
embarrassingly loud. “Yes! More!” I demanded. He presented his cock
to my tongue this time. My tongue stroked something unfamiliar. Was it a
piercing? Bracing myself on his thick thighs, I fished for the object. Yep, he
was pierced. Fuck me.
Expertly I lavished
it with my tongue paying homage to this rock God. Maybe his cock deserved its
own zip code? This was a local I wanted to move to…like now. Pushing forward I
sought his engorged bell. Licking, flickering and tonguing at break-neck speed
to the best of my ability. He roared. He ripped the scarf freeing my eyes from
their prison. Site was returned. Though, I couldn’t see a fucking thing.
Squinting I looked up towards his beautiful face. His face twisted in agony. He
needed release. Eyes sparking with warning. His thread-like hold on reality
virtually nonexistent. A sardonic smile pulled to his lips as he continued
stroking his cock. Up. Down. Up. Twist. Down. Release. Up. Twist. Down.
Release. His left hand squeezed his tightened sack roughly. Eyes glistening.
His tongue snaked out to wet his plump lips. Sooty lashed eyes closed for a
moment and he blew out a long breath…battling for control. I gulped—hard.
Something sparkly caught my upturned eyes bringing my gaze back to his
sack.
“Like what you see,
Babe?” He smiled proudly. His stance was powerful and
mighty.
It was then I noticed
his tatted dick. Whoa. I didn’t have
the time to even comprehend what art graced his gorgeous cock. I’ll come back
to that. I was visually over-stimulated. Tilting my head awkwardly left then
right. What even was that? I wasn’t
naive. I knew there were guys who pierced the head of their dick.
Shit. One was right
in front of me. But, all along the underside of his cock? Can’t say I ever saw
that or even heard of that before.
“It’s called frenum
loops, Babe. The one through my head is an Apadravya. You’ll be thanking me
soon for it.” His toothy smile made me blush at my naiveté. He took my
lip-licking as a signal for further teachings of How to suck Abel’s cock
101.
“Relax. Open real
wide. Get it nice and wet.” He instructed.
Relaxing my gag
reflex, I readied my throat for his invasion. Not only did I have to worry
about his girth, but his hardware as well. My mouth was desert dry. I pursed my
lips to conjure up enough saliva to get the job done. The wide tip of
his cock made its way past my lips, wetting a groan from me of appreciation for
this male. Lavishing the small beads of pre-come on my tongue…relishing his
heady taste. God damn. His hooded eyes caught mine as I acquiesced. I
closed my eyes and sucked his head hard with a quick swirl around his
Apadravya. I spit into my palm pumping his cock once. Twice. A throaty groan
made my clit swell. I loved his male sounds. I knew I was doing this right. I
wanted more. More of him. More of that noise.
Widening my mouth even further I took his cock deeply. Paying close attention
to his frenulum loops, I concentrated on them with my tongue. The
jingling within my mouth had me shuttering. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Tongue. Up.
Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. His fingers found their
home…deeply embedded in my scalp, the pain causing my eyes to mist. Licking
from base to tip, I was on repeat. His eyes watched me intently.
Appreciatively.
Though, I didn’t
always see him watching me, I knew he was. One final swirling suck later,
I let my lips pop loudly. Jerking sounds of wetness aloud. I tried
the impossible. To swallow him. Breathing through my nose, I watched. He
watched. I swallowed. The thickness of his cock swelling was all the indication
I needed. He was ready to blow—hard. My throat relaxed and opened to
accommodate his girth further. Abel hissed his thankfulness by thrusting
deeply. Once. Twice. Three times. He growled loudly face fucking me into
oblivion. Surprising even myself…I swallowed his gift of spicy goodness humming
my appreciation to this deity. Swallowing it down and suck-tonguing his
Apadravya. I inwardly smiled, milking every last drop of his
elixir.
With a final groan, I
fell back and let the fibers of the rug absorb my fatigue. Mentally and
physically I was wiped out. I
rubbed my fingers through the filaments trying to desperately sooth my restless
soul. At that moment, I didn’t care where he was or what he was doing. His
gentle fingers caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes savoring his warm
touch.
“Oh, Babe we’re not
done. Come, I’ll carry you to my bedroom.” He bent and scooped me up. Swaddled
in his arms, his hooded eyes caught mine. A few long strides and we were in his
bedroom where he gently laid me on his king-sized bed and stepped
back.
“I’m gonna take a
quick shower. Join me?” He motioned with his hand to the bathroom in not so
subtle invitation.
“Nah, I’m good here
for now. You go. If I change my mind I’ll find you.” She watched him carefully
not sure how he would react to denying him.
His eyes darkened as
if he had never been denied before. He nodded and left through the en-suite.
Raising myself up to my forearms I took in his room. So this is his room here. Monochromatic black and white made up a
majority of his palate choice aside from his poppy red silk shantung comforter.
Everything was simple…yet elegant. It was clear to me that Abel sought home
comforts and swathed the hotel room with his possessions. I guess a life on the
road was a lonely one. Cocooning myself in the lush bedding. There was no
better place. And his
scent. Lord above if
I could bottle his essence I’d be a wealthy chick. Grabbing his
pillow I brought it to my nose inhaling his heady alpha scent. A groan escaped
and my clit was beyond engorged—needing release. I needed to steal this
pillow.
“Enjoying yourself?”
His voice caught me off guard. I cursed inwardly when I saw his smile
reach his eyes. Busted.
He abruptly reached
for my legs and pulled me across the bed. Holy shit. His eyes alit
with mischief as he pulled until my bottom was at the end of the bed. Lying
there naked, I started to feel self-conscience so I turned to grab the edge of
the comforter.
“Don’t hide your body
from me, Gia. Spread your legs for me. I want to see what’s mine. I want to
taste your nectar.” He commands. And I obey my spreading my legs. When he doesn’t
respond, I get anxious. There’s a mirror on the wall next to the bed and I can
see my reflection. What a turn
on. Me watching
him—us. His eyes visually devouring my pussy. He
removes his towel from his waist and turns to see me watching tentatively
through the mirror. He grabbed hold of his thick cock, stroking, smiling and
watched me for a good long ass minute. This is one big mind fuck and I’m barely
holding my own. My blood boiled watching his erotic exhibition. Boy was he a
showman. He knelt down and seizing both thighs pulling them back into a V
across my chest. The image of us in the mirror is suggestive. He pressed his
nose along my pussy—inhaling deeply.
“You’ve got such a
pretty pussy, Gia. I’m a man starved for this pussy. When I’m done, I’m going
to fuck you like the devil. My cock will be everything you’ve wished for,
Babe.” He winked.
Cocky motherfucker. Holding my legs in place he dives face first
into my pussy pushing his tongue deep into me…growling…devouring. The sounds of
him sucking, licking and nipping my pussy had my muscles locking up. I reached
for his hair. I needed to touch him. I wanted to hold his head to my pussy
until I was good and ready to let go.
“, Put your damn
hands above your head or I will tie you to the bed.” He growled.
I acquiesced. I would
fucking die or kill someone if he stopped. Oh, God, don’t stop.
“God has no place
here, Babe.” His voice was demonic.
Did I just say that
aloud? Never lifting his
face from his meal. He pushed my knees almost flush to my chest lathering his
face in my juice. Oh, God.
Growling, biting and
sucking were sounds I would never forget. He was feral. Possessed. Using two
fingers, his index finger fucking me as he sucked my clit. My legs shaking with
deep vibrations, I started to rock my hips. Twisting the comforter in my hands,
I began to scream for my release. He didn’t stop. I barley registered the
rumbling from his chest as I floated back down to earth. My eyes now opening to
a savage beast. He leaned over to bite my inner thing. I yelped in surprise. He
stood tall and proud stoking his long thick massive cock. His face still glistening
with my cum Nothing registered to this alpha. He had one thing on his mind and
that was sinking his gorgeous cock into my soaked
pussy.
“You want this cock
now, Babe? He spoke through gritted teeth. Still stroking his cock he
spit in his hand. Fucking
hell.
“Please, Abel. I want
you now.” I begged. I needed him now.
“Need to hear you say
it, Babe. Tell me you want me to sink my cock deep into you.” He whispered, his
voice barely audible.
The grit in his voice
had me wanting to grab his dick and fuck myself with it. He was watching me
closely, his control threadbare.
“Abel, fuck me with
that big gorgeous cock of yours. Grind that piercing over my clit.” I hissed.
That did it! He couldn’t wait another minute—neither could I. He teased the
entrance with the head of his cock agonizingly slow, paying special attention
to my clit with his Apadravya. Back and forth. Round and round. The pressure
mounted. I couldn’t stand another second of the exquisite torture. I leaned
forward and grabbed his cock—hard.
“Stop fucking with me
and take me already.” I hissed out my plea. He answered by feeding me his cock
one motherfucking inch at a time.
“I have to loosen you
up a bit. I can’t go balls deep yet. Let me work myself in there. Love my girl
greedy for my cock. Have me harder than fucking stone.” He spoke growled
breathlessly. Leaning over me his eyes hooded he fed me his delicious scorching
cock. He leaned down over my face, arms at either side of my head. His warm breath
humming in my ear. His hand reached down to stroke my
clit.
“Come on, Babe. Open
for me.” He rumbled. Thrusting a bit harder and quicker I felt my body opening
up for this mythical creature. My eyes closed tightly and I tried to wrap my
legs around his waist to lock him into place.
“Not yet, Babe. I
haven’t worked in my rings yet. I’ll tell you when you need to hang on.” He
nipped my ear.
I sighed. Fuck, I
thought he was all the way in. Christ, I’m not built for this kind of torment.
I reached down to his butt cheeks and clamped down with my hands…pulling him
deeper to me. He corkscrewed his ass over and over. I screamed my
pleasure.
“That’s it, Mama.
Scream for me. You’ll be doing a lot more of that.” He proclaimed.
Biting my lip to stay
present and not float away…I took a mental screenshot of this moment. I felt so
full. My walls stretched to accommodate his girth. Each thrust he sank deeper.
And I fell a little harder. Yeah I was fucked. Literally. The sound of my blood
pumping through my veins roared in my ears. I couldn’t tell if it was my
breaths or his. It was a hodgepodge of ecstasy. He reached his hand over pining
them above my head.
“Arch your back for
me, Babe, and spread those pretty legs nice and wide. I’m going to own this
pussy right the fuck now.” He gritted out. I did as he asked completely
submitting. After all this was what he asked for. Complete and utter
submission.
“That’s it, Babe.
Offer me that sweet cunt.” He whispered. How did he make my least favorite word
sound like a fucking sonnet? I felt so incredible—so alive. Our bodies in tune
with one another. Rutting rhythmically in a crescendo of lust. His frenulum
rings hitting spots I’ve never sensed before. He manipulated my body with
expert precision. I regarded his handsome face relishing beautiful man on top
of me. His eyes bore into me with stealth precision. Looking directly into my
soul. He smiled wickedly kissing me deeply. Arrogant prick. Yeah, he knew he was the best ride in town.
Fuck me. Grinding my heels into the mattress to get
better leverage I met him thrust for thrust. He moved his fingers from my clit.
His other hand still pinning my arms above my head and pushed my right thigh up
from under my knee. Hitting a whole new angle I lost it. Screaming his name…my
pussy clenched and squeezed his cock. Jack hammering me a few good thrusts I
felt his head swell further. He released my hands rushing to his knees. After a
few long strokes of his dick, his hot thick ropes painted my tits and stomach
with his come. Yeah, he was an artist all right. His eyes were closed—mouth
parted. His breathing hurried—body still. He looked like a fucking
God—absolutely stunning. I will never get this image out of my head.
He opened his eyes
finally…to see his handiwork. Abel watched me closely. I smiled in post coital
bliss. Blissed the fuck out. He leaned over and on top of me kissing me with
his full lips, coaxing my mouth open with his talented wicked tongue. Not
caring about the fact that his come was smeared all over is body. Most men
would mind. But, he wasn’t most men.
I accepted with a moan. He kissed me for a long while until sleep
drew me under. I slept without dreams…just a piece of colorful pastel swirls.
If I had any conscience thought it felt much akin to Alice and the rabbit hole.
My body enveloped in his scent marking me right down to the bone. I would
forever be his…whether he knew it or not. His to control. His to do with as he
wished. His to consume…eating away at my very soul. I was in that deep. My
veins ran with his essence—fuelling nourishment my body craved. His melodic
gritty voice carried me to the surface of conciseness. It was faint, but spoke
to my heart—awakening me. I opened my eyes…seeking him out. He was singing an
acapella version of…? What song was that? I knew it wasn’t one of Lethal
Abel’s. I listened keenly…searching for any frame of reference. Oh, I knew now!
It was his version of Katy Perry’s Dark Horse. His version had an
edge to it. Nonetheless, it was beautiful. And more importantly it
was quintessential Abel. He mastered everything he did. It was on his terms.
Make me your
cubid
Make me your one and
only
But don’t make me
your enemy, your enemy, your enemy
So you wanna play
with magic
Girl, you should know
what you’re falling for
Baby, do you dare to do
this?
Cause I’m coming at
you like a dark horse
Are you ready for a
perfect storm, a perfect storm?
Cause once you’re
mine, there’s no going back…
Oh,
God. His version of reality was quickly
becoming mine. I laid back down and let his voice pull me back under
again…swathing me in his gravely tones—carrying me to him.
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