ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 43

CHAPTER FORTY–THREE

GABRIELLE’S POV

I blinked, caught off guard by his words. “Punish me?”

“For snooping,” he said, walking closer slowly. “You can always walk out and pretend you never saw this room.”

My throat ran dry. “Damon… I…”

He stopped in his tracks. “I told you I was too dark for you. You should leave.”

He walked back to the door and entered a code. The door slid open instantly.

I stood there, my heart thudding wildly and my palm, sweaty. I wasn’t scared of him, I was just… surprised.

And curious.

I walked to the door but paused and turned to him. Before he could utter another word I stood on my toes, pulled him down by his shirt, and kissed him hard.

His eyes widened for only a second before kissing me back. He shut the door and lifted me in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

He pressed me against the nearest wall, his breath heavy against my lips as he held me there. His hands slid down my thighs and he lowered me to the ground slowly, his hand running under the oversized shirt I was wearing to squeeze my ass.

I moaned into his mouth and he suddenly moved back like I burned him.

My lips were parted as my chest heaved up and down heavily. My lips were swollen from the kiss and my head was still spinning.

“Walk away, Gabrielle,” he said, his voice low and rough. “It’s for your own good.”

I swallowed, trying to steady the shiver rolling through my chest. “I’m not walking away. I want you to stop pushing me away.”

His jaw tightened.

He walked closer and his hand closed around my wrist. He guided it behind my back, testing how far I’d go. I let him move me and his eyes flickered at the way I didn’t resist.

“Gabrielle,” he said, “don’t give me permission if you’re going to take it back.”

“I’m not taking anything back.”

He stepped behind me fully now, his chest against my back, and his breath hot on my neck. My hand was still pinned behind me

by his grip.

“You want punishment?” he asked.

My breath hitched. “I want anything you give me, Damon.”

He reached the wall beside me and pressed something. A thin panel slid out. He took something small from it, something black with a curved edge. He brought it to my front and placed it in my hand.

A clamp.

My pulse jumped.

“This,” he said, watching my reaction in the mirror on the wall in front of us, “hurts. But not the way you think.

I felt heat rush through me immediately.

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“And this,” he added, pulling out another identical one with his free hand, “is how you learn not to snoop.”

I looked up at him, my breath shaky. “Damon…”

He pressed his body against me. “Last chance to walk out.”

I shook my head. “No.”

His lips brushed my ear. “Good.”

He took the clamp from my fingers, lifted my chin with his other hand, and whispered…

“Take your shirt off.”

I moved as fast as I could to unbutton the shirt with my free hand but I was shaking too much. He pushed my hand and ripped the buttons off. I was naked underneath.

I shivered as the cold air touched my taut nipples.

He let go of my other hand and walked across the room. “I’ll have to restrain you. Do you mind?”

His words hung in the air like a command that wrapped around my throat.

I’ll have to restrain you.

Do you mind?

I didn’t.

God, I didn’t.

I’d never wanted anything more.

I shook my head. “No.”

He came back and gestured at the bed at the end of the room. “Lie down then.”

I did as he said.

The cuffs clicked around my wrist and to the bed pole. He cuffed both my hands and legs apart before bringing the clamps.

He stood there, staring down at me. “Gabrielle-”

“I’m not running away,” I cut him off even though I was a wreck of nerves inside.

He exhaled. “Your safe word is RED.”

I frowned. “What’s that for?”

“You’ll find out.”

He placed the clamps on my nipples and I felt a soft pinch. He clipped them into place, checking my reaction, then adjusted a dial on the side. A low hum ran through the metal, and I stiffened, anticipation prickling through me.

“Too tight?”

I shook my head, too stunned to speak.

He moved back and pressed a button on the remote. A faint vibration ran through the clamps, sharp enough to make me inhale harshly but not painful.

My chest tightened and I felt my pulse spike.

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“You feel that?” he asked softly, his eyes scanning every twitch of my body.

I nodded, my lips parting slightly. The sensation made me tense and tremble at once, a strange mix of pain and pleasure.

My toes curled.

I tried to focus, tried to keep my breathing even, but every small pulse of the clamps made me gasp and twitch.

It felt… good.

My hands trembled in the cuffs, my body arching off the bed instinctively despite myself.

“Damon….” I moaned, shutting my eyes.

“Eyes on me, Gabrielle,” he said, his voice rough.

I opened my eyes and kept them on his.

He circled me slowly, a predator circling his prey, his presence suffocating and magnetic. The clamps buzzed again, slightly stronger this time and I cried out.

“You know the safe word, Gabrielle,” he said, leaning down to whisper against my lips. “Use it.”

I shook my head as my toes curled again. I swallowed, heat pooling in my stomach and my mind whirling.

He pressed the button again and a soft sound escaped my throat. “Oh God…!”

“Fuck, Gabrielle,” he breathed, still holding my gaze. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

I bit down a whimper, feeling his hand stroke my belly softly. I was naked, spread apart, and exposed for him to do whatever he wanted.

His hand moved down and stroked my clit once. The feeling combined with the sensation in my nipples made my hips jerk

forward.

“Ahhh… yes…” I breathed, pulling on the cuffs.

He pulled away and I whimpered in protest.

“I’m going to increase it again,” he said, his voice a low rasp. “It won’t be soft or pleasant like this one. It’s going to hurt.”

He paused after that, waiting for me to react or use the safe word. But I didn’t. Instead, my body shivered in anticipation, craving more punishment.

I stared back at him, ready to go as far as he’d pushed me, not knowing where the boldness came from.

The sound of the clamp buzzing increasing was the only warning I received before the pressure increased.

A scream tore from my throat as the pain exploded on my nipples, stinging and throbbing at the same time.

I tried to steady my breathing as my teeth clenched together.

‘Remember your safe word,” he said, circling me again. “Do you want me to stop?”

The pain faded slowly and the pleasure returned. My eyes watered and the tears fell freely but I didn’t want it to stop. At least not

yet.

I shook my head.

He paused and leaned down. “Use your words, Gabrielle.”

The pressure increased again and I jerked forward, letting out another scream.

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“I said,” he gritted, holding my chin up so I could look at him, “use your words.”

“No,” I cried out, clenching my fist so hard I felt my nails dig into my palm. “Don’t stop.”

The pain dialed down into a dull ache and then, just like before, a wave of pleasure racked through my body.

Despite that, I wanted more.

No, I craved more.

“You are enjoying being this, aren’t you?” He asked. “You like being punished.”

Something was wrong with me, but I didn’t care. “Yes, Damon.”

His hand reached between my legs again and stroked my clit once before pulling back, a string of wetness following.

“Indeed, you are,” he said teasingly.

My cheeks flushed and I tried to close my legs but they were pinned apart. I found myself wanting him to eat me out, to touch my clit again, anything.

“Don’t be shy now,” he murmured. “I think you enjoy being punished. Just look how soaked you are.”

I was so fucking turned on, I couldn’t think.

He raised his fingers to my lips. “Suck.”

My lips parted and I obeyed, tasting myself on his fingers. He didn’t give me time to think. With his finger still in my mouth, he increased the pressure of the clamps again.

I bit on his fingers and he groaned.

“Fuck, yes,” his rough voice went straight between my legs.

I could feel myself on the edge of my orgasm but he didn’t even do much. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

He pulled his finger out of my mouth and removed the clamps. “That’s enough punishment for today.”

“No!” I said desperately. “More… please.”

I was so close already.

“Damon, please.”

“No,” he said simply, undoing my cuffs.

“But I was close,” I cried.

He didn’t respond for a second and I thought he was considering my plea. But I was disappointed.

“I know,” he said, doing the cuff around my ankles now. “But if I let you come it won’t be a punishment anymore, right?”

Fuck him.

“Please…” I found myself begging.

He shook his head. “No. Clean up yourself and get dressed for Lila’s party.”

Then he walked out, leaving me lying on the bed while I shuddered from both pain and pleasure.