ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 9

DAMON’S POV

Gabrielle screamed.

The whip was lightweight, so I knew it would sting just enough to make her lose her mind—not enough to leave a mark.

“Oh my god,” she cried, spasms running through her legs.

I caught her chin and forced her to look at me. “Do you want to say the safe word?”

Her eyes were glassy when she raised them. “More… please.”

The way she begged—her voice soft, her eyes shining with need—made my cock jerk in my pants.

She looked so fucking perfect like this—naked, nipples clamped, her body spread open for me.

“Damon, please,” she begged, straining against the restraints. “I…”

“No, cara,” I cut in, pressing a finger to her lips. “Not yet. Close your eyes.”

She obeyed.

I pulled the blindfold from my pocket and tied it behind her head.

“Damon—”

“You told me to take it out on you,” I said, securing it in place. “You said you wanted this.”

She nodded desperately. “Yes.”

I stepped back, lifting the whip again, and brought it down across her other thigh.

“Damon!”

Her legs trembled, her hands pulling against the cuffs.

But that wasn’t enough.

I hadn’t realized how much I needed this until now.

And I wasn’t going to rush it—I intended to be very thorough with her punishment.

Gabrielle had stubbornly put herself at risk, and I couldn’t tolerate that.

I walked back to the desk and grabbed a remote-controlled insertable vibrator, then returned to her.

She pushed her body forward as I stepped closer.

“I need more, Damon,” she whispered.

I spread her open with my fingers. “As you wish.”

Then I pushed the vibrator inside her, earning a low rush of breath from her before taking a step back to admire her.

Bloody hell.

I thought I’d lost her, that the fucking reporter had kidnapped her, and in those short moments, I’d gotten multiple ideas to kill him in my mind.

The rage came back—sharp and immediate.

I brought the whip down again.

Gabrielle broke into a sob. “Please—”

I pressed the remote and the low hum of the vibrator filled the room, cutting off the rest of her words.

I didn’t wait for her to adjust.

I stepped closer again and twisted the clamps a bit tighter.

“Oh, god,” she kept crying. “It’s… too much…”

I knew that.

Her body was beginning to tense up and I knew she would come soon, so I turned off the vibrator.

She was so wet I could see it running down her thighs.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and slowly licked every drop of wetness off her inner thigh like I was starved.

And I fucking was.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

Fuck, I was so tempted to remove the vibrator and put my tongue in its place, but that would be giving in too soon.

She still hadn’t said the words I wanted to hear.

I pulled away with difficulty and stood up to watch her.

“Damon…” she breathed, her voice heavy with desperation.

I tilted my head to the side. “Where’s all that stubbornness from earlier, wife? Now, all I see is nothing but a dripping mess for me.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

All night, she’d been trying to push me.

Now it seemed she’d gotten way more than she bargained for, and I didn’t plan on letting her go that easily.

I teased her inner thigh with the whip. “That’s what I thought.”

The whip connected with her lower stomach.

She hissed, her body pushing forward. “One!”

I turned off the vibrator immediately.

Any more and she’d come.

But I didn’t stop whipping her and by the eighth one, she was gasping for air from screaming so hard.

It would feel so good to take her in my arms and fuck her senseless, but that would be too soon.

I wanted to push her to her limits—until she couldn’t take it anymore and broke.

It didn’t take much longer.

“I’m sorry, husband,” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I was wrong. I want to come. Please.”

A slow, satisfied smile crept across my face.

I closed the space between us and kissed her briefly on the lips.

“See how easy that was?” I teased, kissing down her neck and enjoying the way she shuddered under my touch. “Say it again.”

A soft gasp escaped her lips. “I’m so sorry.”

I hummed against her skin, pleased. “Hmm. Beg me again to let you come.”

“Please, husband,” she whimpered. “Please let me come.”

I threw the whip aside and reached out to ease up the nipple clamps before taking them off.

Unable to ignore her nipples now that they were free, I leaned down and took one inside my mouth.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned.

Without pulling away, I slid my hands lower and removed the vibrator.

She protested against that, but I had something better in mind.

I undid my belt and zipper, freeing my cock.

Then I gripped her ass and pressed my erection to her dripping core, rubbing it against her clit while I gave attention to the other nipple.

Her hips pushed against mine. “Mm… yes…”

I pulled away from her breasts and kissed her, my tongue slipping into mouth and fighting hers for dominance.

And at the same time, I pushed my entire length into her with one thrust.