ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 117

CHAPTER 117

GABRIELLE’S POV

With shaky legs, I stood up and walked out to find the powder room.

I walked past the other rooms and willed myself to keep my head straight. Without Damon by my side, everything seemed harder to digest, but not in a bad way.

I kept walking straight ahead until a loud moan drifted out from an open room. My legs froze, then moved toward it before I could stop myself.

I blinked repeatedly, half–expecting the scene before me to vanish.

It didn’t.

A group of women were having sex with each other–a full–blown lesbian orgy.

But what truly held my attention were two women suspended in the air, their bodies held aloft by ropes and intricate knots that dug into their skin, forcing them into perfect, helpless postures.

Two women knelt beneath them, mouths busy on their pussies, while octopus–shaped dildos thrust deep between their thighs.

On the bed nearby, three other women were tangled together–one straddling her partner’s face while another drove a strap into the woman doing the eating.

My jaw dropped.

Fuck.

And then, in that moment, a realization hit me.

I was attracted to women.

I mean, the signs had always been there–the way I stared a little too long at beautiful women, even the ones I claimed not to

like.

The way my attention snagged on soft curves, graceful hands, and the confidence in a woman’s walk, long before I ever noticed the men beside her.

The strange flutter I used to dismiss whenever a woman touched me casually- a hand on my waist, fingers brushing mine- sensations I’d written off as admiration or bi–curiosity back in my college days.

And the fact that my body had reacted to the sound of the woman whose leash I was holding when I blew the smoke in her face.

But this….

This was my

confirmation.

I felt his warmth behind me before his scent hit my nose.

Damon.

He pulled me into his arms, his fingers tracing up my thighs. “I’ve been watching you stare at them for a while now.”

I leaned into his body, my eyes fluttering shut as sparks flew up my spine. “I… I couldn’t stop staring.”

Damon’s head dipped and he kissed that spot behind my ear that made me shiver. “Then don’t.”

Another loud moan erupted from the room.

I opened my eyes and saw that one of the women suspended in the air was having an orgasm, her body stretching and pulling

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against her restraints.

The sight and sound coupled with Damon’s touch and kiss made my toes curl.

A broken sound slipped out of me when I felt his fingers trace my inner thighs. I could see why he had picked a dress with a slit this high in that moment.

The hallway had a handful of people standing outside the doors, watching or making out or both. I turned to see if anyone was paying attention to us but Damon’s voice stopped me.

“No one can see us, wife,” he breathed against my skin. “Everyone is busy watching the performance or lost in their own pleasure.”

His voice made me clench my thighs together, pressing his fingers in between them.

“Even if they were watching,” he said, his finger pulling my thong to the side slowly, “would it matter?”

My mouth parted but only air came out.

His fingers stroked my folds, brushing against them lightly as he planted another wet kiss behind my ear. “I can tell you like what you see.”

My face flushed and I moved to look away.

“Keep your eyes on them, wife,” he said, a teasing edge in his tone. “I know you like this but I’m not threatened because no one can take you from me.”

My stomach flipped but I kept my eyes focused on the view in front of us.

The woman who had come a few minutes ago was now lying on the floor, no longer suspended in the air.

A naked woman walked by us, throwing a glance at me. I recognized her mask from earlier. She was one of the women I’d caught staring at Damon when we walked in.

I should have felt embarrassed that she could see Damon’s hand underneath my dress but I didn’t.

It was thrilling and satisfying to see the envious look in her eyes as she watched Damon touch me.

I smiled at her despite myself, and mouthed “he’s mine” to her. She rolled her eyes at me and finally walked away.

Damon kissed me on that spot again, his finger pushing past my folds and rubbing lightly against my clit.

“Oh,” I gasped, my hands reaching to hold his forearm. “Damon…” My head fell back and I leaned even closer to him. “Fuck, Damon.”

“I fucking love when you moan my name, wife,” he said, his voice low and rough against my skin.

His index and middle fingers pressed against my clit again, harder this time, rubbing it in those slow, lazy circles that drove me mad with pleasure.

He kept licking and sucking on the skin behind my ear, low hums escaping his lips and vibrating against my neck.

A gasp escaped my lips.

I had discovered many things about myself tonight.

And the one that stuck out more to me was how badly I wanted to be claimed by him right in the faces of everyone who wanted

either of us.

My body arched against his as I bared my neck to him. “Please…”

“Use your words, Gabrielle,” Damon whispered as his fingers moved even lower, teasing my entrance. “Tell me exactly what

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you want. What are your fantasies?”

A small cry slipped out of my mouth when he pushed into my core, pumping in and out of me torturously slow.

“I… I can’t…,” I stuttered. “I can’t tell.”

His fingers pulled out of me suddenly and I whimpered in frustration.

He turned me around and held my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “Why? Do I not make you feel safe enough to tell me?”

I shook my head. “It’s not that. It’s just… I don’t know.”

Damon stared for a few seconds, then his eyes softened and he exhaled, his hand releasing my chin. Slowly, he took my hand and placed it over his bulge.

I swallowed.

“You want to know my fantasy, Gabrielle?” He asked, his voice husky.

I nodded, unable to use my voice.

“My fantasy is you,” he said as he pressed my palm against his bulge. “This is what you do to me.”

My breath hitched and my chest rose sharply.

He rested his temple on mine, his breath warm on my face. “I want to know if you trusted me enough to give yourself completely to me. And I want to know you did it willingly or because you know nothing else.”

My knees weakened under the intensity of his gaze.

Of course, I trusted him completely.

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