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Kelcie

This bath is better than I could have expected, the way it’s curved allows you to lie down resting your head on the side comfortably.

It’s perfect after you’ve just been fucked and had consecutive orgasms that leave your body tingling in pure pleasure.

He carried me through after he finished with me, he’s so dominant and yet so gentle and caring.

I assumed he was going to finish off some work, but he returned with a glass of wine and a whisky and stepped into the bath, lying across from me, placing my legs over his.

It feels as though he’s slowly letting me in, seeing a side of him that I know he doesn’t let others, I like that it’s kept for me.

We relax in silence, it’s calming but the thoughts that he wants me to live here, for this to be my home are running through my mind.

I replay the past few months over and how they have turned my world upside down, shaken and completely transformed it.

I am lying in a bath with a man who holds a level of power that I have only ever read about, a man that people respect, and look to, but are also scared of.

I’ve watched him take another’s life yet have never felt so safe.

I’ve let him take control of me, my body, and my soul.

I want my independence, but I want him more, I want to keep him as much as he wants to keep me.

He places his empty glass beside the bath, lifts my leg and rests it on his chest as he slowly massages it, pushing his hand up and down the inside of my leg.

The way his touch softens as he goes to my thigh makes my nipples harden and my pussy tingle.

He notices my nipples.

“Always ready.”

His eyes flicked from mine to my nipples.

“Only for you.”

“Good girl.”

The words send the sensation in my nipples through the rest of my body, responding to him regardless that I’m trying to stay in control.

“Kelcie, you need to understand that you are mine, and I am yours.

You belong here, with me.”

Weeks go by, and my routine stays unchanged, he usually wakes me up with sex, great sex, has brunch with me before he leaves to go to The Sicuro, and I train, either a run or a gym session.

He had more equipment delivered to try and ease my boredom.

I told him I was going to have it refurbished and designed better than just having equipment thrown into the garage.

He responded was that it’s my home too and can do what I like.

By late afternoon the tediousness of repeating the same thing most days was getting too much so I decided to learn how to cook, attempting to have some kind of meal ready when he got home.

The first few attempts resulted in us ordering in, I wouldn’t have fed it to pigs, but I’ve improved somewhat.

The day ends as it begins, mind-blowing orgasms and with him pushing me further and further.

I got comfortable with the nipple clamps, which he clearly appreciated me ordering, but when he tied me down and clamped it onto my clit and it sent a thrilling shudder through my body, I made a mental note to do more research.

He's been keeping me updated with how everything is at work, a couple of days after the Manor incident, O’Connell rang his man and Anders answered, remaining silent to see if he would talk.

After he said ‘Vinny’ three times and no other words Anders simply answered with ‘Nope’ and O’Connell hung up.

He thought he may have shown his face by now, but that was almost two months ago.

Gabriel still has his men watching everywhere but it hasn’t stopped me getting more fucked off with being trapped here.

I thought cooking would help but it’s just made me feel like an old housewife.

I’ve told him this and he has assured me that I will be going back to work but not on the bar, and he is looking into more of a staff management role.

Every time I ask if he has any more information on it, he doesn’t, but I think he’s just not telling me yet as he knows I will want to start immediately.

Another Saturday rolls around, a day that Gabriel is usually back late so I am sat with wine scrolling through Netflix trying to find something to watch.

As I get frustrated and ready to give in Gabriel walks in.

I instinctively get him a whisky, he pulls me close and kisses me before taking the seat across from me.

“Dinner tomorrow, we are going out.”

His words make my eyes widen.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Does that mean you have O’Connell?”

“Not yet, but I’ve got some extra things in place for safety.”

Jumping off my seat, I’m on him, arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands naturally fall to my arse, squeezing it.

“Are you sure?”

As excited as I am to be getting out of the house, I know his reasoning for asking me to stay hidden.

“Yes, like I said I’ve got things in place to keep you safe.

I will just need you to do as I ask.”

“Nothing unusual then,”

the smirk on my face, makes him raise an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should start disagreeing with you.”

His eyes darken but with lust rather than anger.

“Then maybe I should start punishing you when you do.”

My eyes widen again, what more can he do to me, he knows my boundaries, well what I think my boundaries are.

He does have a way of pushing me further.

The evening passes, and my mood is lifted by the news of dinner tomorrow.

I convinced him to have a bath with me, and he tried to fuck me before it, but I made him wait, he hated it.

I love our baths, they relax me, and him, which I love to watch.

As much as I have felt trapped these past weeks, I’ve come to realise that I have feelings for him, feelings I can’t articulate or admit to myself.

Until now, laying in this bath, the way he has me pulled into him, between his legs my head on his chest, his hands caressing my body.

Fuck, is this what love is?

Getting into bed, I rest my head on his chest, my thoughts going to the fact I’ve admitted to myself that I’m in love with this man, every part of him, even his darker side.

Looking up at him, he leans his head down to kiss me, as I return his kiss, I straddle him, leaning up I run my hands down his chest and abs, drinking in every part of him.

I feel him harden and push against my arse, I readjust my thighs and shuffle down, letting him rest at the entrance of my pussy, feeling him makes me instantly wet.

My hands are resting on his hips, his are gripping my thighs.

I lift slightly up, pushing his dick back with my pussy, using my hands to control how much I take, I slowly slip down his shaft, as he keeps his eyes locked on mine.

His fingertips dig into my skin, I move up and down, my wetness letting me take him all the way in, his hard length filling every inch of me, it feels like my pussy was made for him.

As I move my hips back and forth his hand cup my tits, squeezing them, gently pinching my nipples.

The feeling of being on top of him, in control, sends tingles through my body.

He moves his hand from my tits, I’m expecting him to flip me over, but he doesn’t.

He grabs my neck and pulls me down to him, I continue to move my hips as he threads his fingers into my hair, wrapping it around them pulling it, hard enough to make me moan, but not enough to pull my head back, his other hand holding my arse.

His lips caress my neck causing the fire under my skin to ignite, I feel my pussy start to clench as he grips my hair tighter.

The sensations running through my body are not like the others, it’s tender and sensual yet just as powerful as when he has me in his control.

I can feel it taking over me.

“Don’t come yet.”

His words demanding yet adoring.

I lean back on my hands, trying to adjust to stop myself from coming, the tension in my pussy not releasing.

“I can’t.”

I gasp out as I’m trying to slow it, but my body is taking control of me, my hips thrusting harder, I want to release the high that’s building, I’m at the precipice of climax.

His hands gripping my arse cheeks, eyes locked on me, watching me ride him.

“I’m coming.”

I pant out, I can’t stop it, my eyes clinch shut, and my head falls back, I come exploding around his dick, my momentum starts to slow and as it does, he takes control and pushes me back and forth.

“Don’t stop.”

He grits out.

My body is still high from my orgasm, my pussy sensitive, he continues to make me thrust back and forth, pulling, and pushing me by my hips, I’m ascending back to my peak again, and I take back control pushing harder and harder.

“Good girl.”

His words send me higher, the enjoyment I get from pleasing him is like no other.

He grips my waist and I feel his body tense, he comes, and I feel him fill me as he groans, causing me to flood around him again, I fall onto his chest, trying to catch my breath.

Wrapping his arms around me he turns us onto our side, adjusting himself so that he can pull me close into him.

I feel my eyes start to close, tired but satisfied.

He brushes my hair off my face and places a kiss on my temple before I fall to sleep.

I wake to him running his knuckles down my cheek.

“Coffee on the bedside table, I need to get some work done before we go out later.”

I check the time, it’s gone 11am.

I had the best sleep I’ve had in a while.

“OK.”

“I need Anders, but David is in the cabin and will get you anything you need.

I’ll be back here at 4pm for us to go for dinner.”

It seems early to go for dinner, but I assume that we are going somewhere that isn’t close by.

He leans in and kisses me before he goes off to work.

Is this what being in a relationship is like? Apart from the fact I’ve watched him kill someone I think it might be.

I spent my morning feeling content with things and looking forward to getting out of the house.

David checked on me as expected, I offered him coffee, which he accepted then took back to the cabin, he’s not one for sticking around.

I train which reminds me that I want to have the ‘gym’ refurbished, so I email Miss Burnett, who is more than happy to accommodate me and visit when is most suitable for me.

I tentatively arrange for her to come later in the week, as I know I’ll need to run it passed Gabriel, to ensure that Anders or David is free.

I have a light brunch, then make my way to decide what to wear for dinner.

Gabriel told me to dress nice, so I look through my clothes.

I did order some new ones after I lost everything but nothing overly fancy, I used my own money so didn’t want to spend a fortune.

When they arrived Gabriel asked why I didn’t buy any dresses or something that he could take me out in, I told him that I didn’t see anything I liked.

He soon clicked on that I hadn’t used the card that he left me and told me I should have.

I don’t mind when it’s to sort the house, it is effectively his and I just live here.

Remembering that when I packed my bag to first come and stay, I packed the dress and shoes he bought me the first time he took me out.

I thought it may have been needed.

Perfect, plus I love that dress.

Pulling it out of the wardrobe I hang it so I can steam it.

I’m glad I gave myself plenty of time to get ready.

After I’ve sorted the dress, I get myself showered, ensuring that every part of me, from top to toe is in pristine condition.

I like taking care of myself, I always have but now that someone sees it and enjoys it, I get even more satisfaction from it.

Before I start to style my hair, I check the time and decide that a glass of wine while I get ready would be good.

It’s about 3.30pm and my phone pings, alerting me to a message.

Gabriel

Fuck, Sorry I got caught up with applications.

I am leaving now.

Kelcie

Don’t tell the driver to speed to get here.

I’m not going anywhere.

I know that he will sense the sarcasm in my message, kind of hoping he wants to ‘punish’ me for it.

He’s here quickly, walking in with a mischievous grin, so I know he ignored the fact I told him not to rush.

I’m sat at the breakfast bar, ready in the dress with a wine for me and a whisky ready for him.

He hums in satisfaction as he looks me up and down.

“Fuck, that dress on you.”

My nipples were already hard at the sound he made.

“You look amazing.”

He runs his hands down my side and onto my hips as he leans in and kisses me.

“Thank you.”

I reply softly.

“I’ll be quick, just going to get ready.”

He takes a drink of the whisky and then goes upstairs.

He’s back in record time, hair still damp.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

My eyes lock on his.

A couple of sarcastic comments are ready to be spilled out, but I refrain.

“I don’t mind waiting for you.”

“We need to swing into The Sicuro, I left my wallet when I was rushing out.”

“OK.”

Getting in the car, he directs the driver to use the back entrance of The Sicuro.

He’s already told me he’s not leaving me in the car.

We pull up and as we walk into his office Anders is at the desk, hands rested on it, brows furrowed, jaw tense, staring at the computer screens.

He lets go of my hand and points to the seat where Anders usually sits, just inside beside the door.

I don’t want to get comfortable he said we will be straight in and out.

“Anders.”

He stands straight, and the anger on his face is unmistakable.

“What’s the issue?”

Gabriel asks.

“One of the staff noticed what they described as a youngish guy, who was clearly watching the place.

I’ve got two men scoping the whole place now inside and out.”

Gabriel is beside him viewing the security cameras.

“Who the fuck is that?”

He snaps as he points at the screen.

“They are making their way up the back stairs, clearly dressed to try and stay concealed.”

“On it boss.”

He paces out of the office with purpose, as Gabriel presses the security button which locks down the bar.

There are no loud locking sounds, it locks the main doors to the building, and the doors to access the bar.

It’s nearing 6pm on a Sunday so it’s open but not busy.

The security team knows what’s happening, but it’s kept quiet so that members aren’t disturbed.

He looks over at me, I sit calmly waiting, nothing really phases me after that night in The Manor.

As he glances back at the cameras, the office door is slammed open so hard that it bangs off the wall.

O’Connell is striding towards him, gun held out.

“O’Connell.”

Gabriel greets him with a smile like someone would an old friend as he takes his seat, undoing his suit jacket.

The fact a gun is pointed at him doesn’t faze him, but I’m here.

O’Connell didn’t notice me in his blind determination to get to Gabriel.

“You fucking cunt, did you not expect me.”

O’Connell shouts as he strides forward.

“I did.”

Gabriel replies, still calm.

“What did you do to my man? I suspect that you took care of him after I had him burn your bitches place to the ground with her in it.”

Gabriel’s eyes don’t leave him.

I know that it’s not to give away that I’m sat here.

“What makes you think I cared about her?”

His words hurt, but I know that they are not true, he is keeping him talking as Anders will be back here within minutes.

“I had you watched, you took care of her.

You don’t care for anyone.”

He’s waving the gun at him, trying to unnerve him.