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Gabriel

Ihaven’t seen her since I took her for dinner, I wasn’t planning on pinning her against the wall and taking her, I did try and leave.

But the way her body reacted to my touch, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy and before I knew it, I was back at her door.

The taste of her made my dick harder than it has ever been, instantly I knew that she isn’t someone that I am ever going to be able to get enough of.

I haven’t been able to get my mind off how her pussy felt around my fingers, how she tasted and how it felt when she clenched around my dick taking every inch of it.

Her moans of pleasure replay in my mind and how she satisfied my demands.

I wonder how far I can push her, how her body would react.

These thoughts are exactly why I have kept away from her, I have business that I need to take care of before I can tell her who I am.

Over the week I managed to sort out the apartment complexes.

I’ve decided to keep them on until the current tenants’ contracts have ended.

Anders confirmed that everything has been signed over and I had HR complete any outstanding requirements.

He also confirmed that word about the situation on Wednesday has been circulating and that it was ‘dealt’ with.

My ‘Grandfather’s’ ashes have been brought to the office and I’ve placed them on the shelf.

I smile to myself thinking about how he is actually, more likely sitting with his wife in the garden enjoying the sun.

The Sicuro has returned to its normal pace and whilst I have kept myself out of the bar, I have been watching Kelcie on the security cameras noticing that she watched each person enter like she was waiting for someone.

I know she is waiting for me.

Sunday morning rolls around, I have Anders meet me at the house, I need to talk to him about Kelcie and ensure it is kept between us.

There is still some refurbishment going on, but the kitchen didn’t need any.

As he makes his way into the kitchen, I place a mug of coffee on the counter for him.

“Everything alright boss?”

He takes the coffee and sits across the table from me.

“Kelcie.”

I only say her name nothing else.

I see the look on his face that tells me he knew this was coming.

“I need to know everything there is about her.”

“Already done.

She has no family, her parents died three years ago, no siblings, and no debt, the only person she really talks to is Sarah, one of the waiting staff.

From reviewing what minor conversations she has had with her on the security system she’s saving to move abroad.”

Anders is always thorough when looking into someone, and I have a feeling he did this when I told him not to overstep his mark.

“Worst case Boss, if it all goes to shit, you can pay her off and she can leave as she planned.”

It wouldn’t surprise me if he is preparing for this to happen, I haven’t had anyone close to me since I joined the family business.

She still doesn’t know that I own the place, and as much as I’d like to keep it that way, I don’t think I can.

I messaged her telling her to be ready at noon, I am going to ‘rip the band aid off’ and let her know by taking her to my meeting with Charles, the owner of The Manor.

I won’t actually take her into the meeting, but she will be present when I am collected and addressed as Mr DeMarco.

Throwing her in the deep end may not be my best plan, but at least I will get a genuine reaction.

I’m knocking on her door bang on noon, she answers in a simple yet elegant dress asking if it is suitable.

“You look beautiful,”

I state, holding out my hand to her, which she takes without argument.

“Where are we going?”

“I am taking you for lunch.”

She raises her brow and slightly purses her lips.

“Is this because you feel bad about ghosting me for the last three days?”

“Sorry, I had some business that needed my undivided attention, and when I am around you that’s not possible.”

Her cheeks blush faintly as she shakes her head trying to dismiss the comment.

I let her know it’s about an hour’s drive away and she hums in acknowledgement.

The car ride is silent but not uncomfortable, she watches out the window, but my gaze is on her.

Thoughts of how easy it would be to pull her onto my lap, pull her panties to the side and have her ride me, are causing my dick to redirect blood flow to it.

We pull into Charles Brown’s hotel’s driveway, it’s long and has trees lining each side, the grounds are kept pristine, and the hotel itself is like an old Country Manor with two stories.

As we pull in front of the entrance the door is opened for us by a member of staff.

Stepping out of the car, I hold my hand out for her to follow.

She does but I can see that she feels uneasy, unsure why I keep hold of her hand.

We walk into the hotel, the lobby is remarkable with high ceilings and draping curtains at the entrance to the restaurant.

We are guided straight through and taken to a table at the far corner, it’s private and welcoming.

A server is with us within minutes, dressed in a uniform that matches that of the door attendant.

I take the liberty of ordering some wine for us some, this time she doesn’t object, but her focus is on looking around the restaurant taking in every detail.

“The chefs have arranged a tasting menu for us.”

“OK,”

she responds still looking around the room in awe of it.

“What do you think?”

My words gained her attention from the grounds outside.

“It’s beautiful, I’ve never been anywhere like this.”

The server brings out the drinks and the first course of the tasting menu follows shortly after.

I still can’t help but watch her.

Her eyes light up when she tastes the food.

“This is outstanding.”

Her excitement makes me smile.

She continues her meal, and it’s obvious that she is enjoying each mouthful, commenting on each course as she did the first.

When our last plates are taken away one of Charles’s personal security team approaches the table.

“Mr DeMarco.”

The way her pupils dilated let me know that she wasn’t expecting to hear that name.

Her mouth falls slightly open as if she gasped but no sound was present, her body clearly stiffens.

I keep my eyes locked on her trying to gauge her reaction to the knowledge of who I am.

“Yes,”

I respond keeping my eyes on her.

“Mr Brown has asked me to inform you that he is available when you are ready to see him.”

“Now is fine.”

“Would you like me to take Miss Taylor to the lounge?”

“No.

She will be attending with me.”

He looks between Kelcie and me, and I can see that he isn’t happy with my answer, but he isn’t going to disagree with me.

“If you would like to follow me, Sir.”

I stand, holding my hand out to Kelcie, who doesn’t move.

“Kelcie.”

My voice is stern.

She reaches out and takes my hand, I make sure not to let go of it as we make our way through the hotel, and upstairs to Charles’s office.

“Mr DeMarco, I wasn’t expecting you to have company.”

“Please Charles, it’s Gabriel.

It was a last-minute change of plan.

This is Kelcie.”

Charles moves from around his desk and approaches her taking her hand, telling her it’s good to meet her.

She responds only with a smile and a mumbled ‘you too.’

He gestures for us to take a seat and offers us a drink.

I have my usual and request a wine for Kelcie since she appears to be in shock.

Charles asks if he is permitted to talk freely, I look at her before giving him the nod that he can proceed.

My Grandfather worked with Charles pretty much since the beginning, they went to school together and had a level of loyalty and trust that could never be broken regardless of how hard people tried.

He believes that my grandfather has died, and before he did there were several meetings which I was present for, reassuring me that the trust extends to me.

The hotel that Charles owns, isn’t one open to the public, and it’s more the size of a large manor than a grand hotel, simply named The Manor.

It has two stories, on the ground floor there are a handful of large rooms used for business functions and meetings.

The first floor holds eight suites which a few are allocated to specific personnel only.

There is an underground level that has numerous basement rooms, and the grounds cover ten acres that backs onto woodland.

Anders and David know the place well, as do I.

The basements are used for reasons such as taking care of individuals’ indiscretions, and they are equipped to do so, including being soundproofed.

Personally, I prefer to use the basement at the abandoned warehouse as no one knows about it.

However, the woods behind The Manor I utilise, and Jackson was burnt and buried somewhere deep in them.

I told Kelcie that I was bringing her here for lunch, which wasn’t a lie.

I just didn’t inform her of this meeting with Charles.

He requested it after hearing about the death of my grandfather, most likely to ensure that the plans made regarding the transfer of my grandfather’s arrangements to myself are still proceeding.

The plan wasn’t to bring her into the actual meeting, just for her to hear my name but fuck it.

I may as well give her a deeper insight into what I do, maybe it will save some questions later.

Whilst Charles checked that I was happy for him to speak freely in her presence, I knew that it wouldn’t be a fully detailed conversation.

He starts by giving me his condolences regarding the passing of my grandfather, his friend and reiterates that the promise of trust still stands.

I thank him and reply telling him that it is a two-way street.

Anders and David have provided him assistance with the dealing of ‘issues’, and due to this, we can use the facilities and grounds as required.

“Gabriel, I heard that you had an incident on Wednesday evening which resulted in you taking action.

Is this something that will become regular?”

He’s asking if I will now be involved in dealing with others like I was with Jackson, news spreads fast when you spill blood.

“Only as required.

As you know my grandfather expected me to be tested and I had to make minor changes to ensure that members know that business is to continue as normal.

That has resulted in a couple of extra responsibilities for me.”

“Understood.

I will have one of the rooms arranged for your private use.

Would you like a room on the first floor for office use or a place to stay when needed?”

He isn’t aware of the warehouse, and I intend to keep it that way so accept his offer.

Glancing over at Kelcie, she is still sitting with an expression of shock on her face, that I can tell she is trying to hide.

She hasn’t touched her wine, so I reach forward and pass it to her.

She takes it from me and has a small sip like she is on autopilot.

The additional room would be appreciated, it’s good to have somewhere to escape to occasionally.

Finishing the meeting, Charles once again stands, I raise and gesture for Kelcie to do the same.

He shakes my hand and places his other on my shoulder as a form of embrace after, he turns to Kelcie and takes her hand again saying it was good to meet her.

As we turn to walk out, I place my hand on her lower back, and she walks with me, leaving The Manor.

We are driving back, and she hasn’t spoken a word, to be honest, I’m unsure if she can.

“Kelcie,”

I say her name firmly and she turns to face me.

“What the actual fuck!”

her words are shaken.

“You cleared me to spend time with you, do you know how fucked up that is.

Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Would you have agreed?”

She pauses and parts her lips, but no words are released.

“I can’t fuck my Boss!”

“Then I won’t be your Boss.”

She doesn’t need to work, she is mine, and I will take care of her in every sense.

“What! Are you firing me? I need to work, and I actually like my job.”

She hasn’t asked about anything that was said in my meeting with Charles, I’m unsure if she took any of it in, however vague it may have been to her.

I can see she is angry, her heavy breathing making her chest rise and fall.

The way her dress sits flush across her perfect tits shows that her nipples have become hard.

I pull her across the back seat and into me, she sharply turns her head to face me.

“Gabriel!”

She is trying to keep her voice firm, but I can hear it breaking.

“Kelcie,”

I reply calmly, placing my hand on her thigh, I lean into her neck.

It’s been too long since I touched her.

I grab her dress to pull it up, and she grabs my wrist.

“Let. It. Go.”

My words were forceful, making her breathe heavier.

She stares into my eyes.

‘Let it go,”

I repeat.

She obliges, and I whisper into her ear “good girl.” Her willingness to do as I want makes me instantly hard, my dick pressing tight against my trousers, needing to be released.

“Put your hands behind your back,”

my voice still firm and rough.

Her eyes are still on me, I can see the apprehension take over her pupils.

“Do it.”

She slowly moves her arms behind her back, I grab her wrists with my right hand and pin them to the seat.

She attempts to twist them out of my grip but fails.

I continue to move my hand up her thigh, she crosses her ankles to close her thighs together.

I take my foot, push it between her calves and pull her legs open.

She doesn’t try to close them again.

My hand slowly strokes the inside of her thigh, making my way up to her pussy, I brush over the lace that is concealing her, I can feel the wetness on them.

“Always ready for me.

Such a good girl.”

The words cause a gentle caress on her neck, and her head falls back increasing my access, I sweep my tongue across her jawline.

I stroke my finger around the side of her knickers before moving them and sweeping over her budding clit, she arches back, as I slide my finger down into her.

Her pussy is soaking and ready for me, I move my finger in and out and as I add a second, a moan escapes her.

Her breathing intensifies, her nipples begging to be in my mouth, I kiss her neck and as I insert a third finger, bite her, hard enough to make a loud moan be released but not enough to mark her.

I need to work her up to that.

As I continue to finger fuck her, I feel her pussy start to tighten around them, her body becoming tense.

“Look at me,”

I order.

I want her to watch me and just as she is about to come around my fingers, I stop and remove them.

Her body sags back down, her eyes full of frustration.

Releasing her hands, she keeps her eyes still on me, I place the fingers that were inside her in my mouth tasting the sweetness of her, it’s better than the meal we ate.

I can’t stop the gentle hum coming from my mouth as I slowly pull the fingers out, licking my lips making sure I get every bit of her.

We pull up outside The Sicuro, and her mood changed from anger to frustration, but I am not done with her yet.

My dick is still solid, waiting to have its own taste of her.

I couldn’t take her to the house as the refurbishment is still ongoing.

I also don’t trust that people aren’t watching the apartment, and Sundays are quiet here.

Getting out of the car I grab her hand forcing her to follow me.

The realisation of where we are hits her, and she tries to stop and pull her hand free, unsuccessfully.

I am practically dragging her with me as we enter my office.

Anders is there, he stands acknowledges me and walks out.

I pick her up and her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, I grab her pert arse and walk over to my desk as I sit her on it, I kiss her, my mouth taking control of hers, her tongue moving around mine in unison with me.

My hands move from her waist, up her back and into her hair.

Threading both hands through it I grip it, pulling her head back causing her to arch her back and rest her hands behind her.

She is pushing her perfect tits out, I grab the sleeves of her dress and pull it down to her waist letting her tits bounce free.

I take her nipple in my mouth, rolling it between my teeth as I suck on it, whilst simultaneously pulling the bottom of her dress up.

Her body complies with each movement.

She continues to lean on her arms, her dress pinned completely at her waist, I move onto my knees and pull her lace underwear down off her legs, they are completely soaked from me finger fucking her in the car.

Dropping them on the floor I push her legs further open by her knees, kissing her thighs until I reach her wet and ready cunt.

I lick her from the base of her opening all the way up over her clit, opening her up with my tongue as I do.

She can’t hold in the noise that comes from her.

“Fuck you taste so good.”

I continue to eat her sweet pussy, as she pushes her fingers through my hair, pulling at it each time I suck on her clit.

As I stand, I pull my hard dick from my trousers, freeing it, it stands ready eager to be inside her, the precum gathering on the head.

Stepping in closer I place my throbbing head at her entrance, I can feel her juices around it, I push it in making her gasp for breath.

She feels so fucking good, I want to savour every bit of this.

I only have the tip in before I pull out, then push in again, this time further.

She is getting impatient and wants me to fuck her, I can tell by the way she grabs my arse and tries to pull me into her.

I grab her hands, hold them in front of her and force her down onto her back before pinning them to the desk.

I hold her here whilst I move slowly in and out of her going deeper each time.

Feeling the clenching of her tight pussy and watching her tits bounce with each thrust, I am about to lose control.

I start to move faster, her pussy now accepting every inch of my dick, she is moaning louder in pleasure making me throb harder.

Grabbing her hips, I thrust harder and as I do, she leans up to watch me.

I like her watching me but fuck I need every bit of me in her.

I pull out of her, grab her neck, and move her so she is bending over my desk, gripping her arms I hold them behind her back.

Grabbing the base of my dick I push her legs open with my feet, pausing for a second, letting her catch her breath as I look over her, fuck this woman is something else.

I slam into her hard and bottom out deep inside her in a single movement.

The scream of pleasure that is released from her makes me finally lose control.

She feels so good around my cock, my balls start to tighten as she clenches down on me.

As she explodes around me it sends me over the edge, a final hard thrust and my cum is filling her.

I release her hands, she places them on the desk but doesn’t move yet, trying to catch her breath. I pull out of her still hard and covered in both of our cum, it makes me grin. I give her arse a gentle slap, then pull her into me. Her back at my chest, her dress still pinned at her waist. I guide her to the bathroom, giving her space to clean herself up.