Title:
Saving Abel (Rocker Series:
One)
Author: Gina
Whitney
Genre:
Erotica BDSM
Blurb:
Abel Gunner,
the lead singer of the band Lethal Abel, is what beautiful nightmares are made
of. His gritty, melodic rasp threatens to rip your heart out of your chest and
leave you gasping for the very breath he robbed you of. His kisses, detonating
on impact, leave you ruined. Abel is also a Dom, and his appetite for seduction
is legendary and intense. After a chance encounter with Gia, his need to
dominate this woman increases tenfold. He wants to consume her, merge with her,
and never leave her body.
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 cheek 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. Crystal 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 than 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 barely 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 stroking 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 pinning 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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