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Kelcie

Iwake up in our bed, feeling what can only be, contentment.

The position he had me in, and the way he restrained me with his belt has me feeling sore, but I can’t deny I enjoyed it.

My body completely in his control, even thinking about it is making my pussy come to life.

When it comes to him, my body willingly gives itself to him, and I’m happy for it to.

The words he said to me before he took control of me, are in my mind, he never gave me a chance to respond, and I don’t know if I could have.

I keep trying to tell myself it’s just lust I have for him, but I know it’s more than that.

I know I love him too.

I’ll happily give him my body, and let him fuck me any way he likes, he seems to know what I like more than myself.

But to tell him I love him, to be that vulnerable in front of anyone makes me uneasy.

I realise he isn’t in bed with me, so prop myself up, and hear the shower going in the bathroom.

Before I have a chance to get up and join him, the shower stops and he’s at the doorway, towel hanging low on his hips, water still glistening on his abs highlighting his ‘V’ lines.

My lips part and my breathing staggers.

He clocks me looking at him and slightly leans his shoulder against the doorframe.

“Can I help you?”

His husky voice makes my pussy pulsate.

“Uh-uh,”

I can’t even manage words.

He walks over to the bed, and I lean back on my elbows watching him.

He places his hand at the nape of my neck, pushing is fingers into my hair, he tilts my head back slightly, lowering his lips to mine, he keeps them hovering above, not making contact.

“You need to get dressed, we have an appointment.”

“We do? Where?”

“You said you wanted a car.”

I feel the anger build up in me, is he fucking serious? As I try to speak his lips press against mine, I try to push him off and in one quick movement I’m pinned on my back, his hand still in my hair and I’m returning his kiss.

As he pulls away, he sniggers at me.

“I’m joking, you don’t need me to do that.

We need to go to The Manor, to speak with Charles.”

I shake my head at him.

“Why do you need me for that?”

“It’s the final paperwork to have you added to everything, which includes anything that I have there.”

Thinking about what is there, and what he has, a basement room and suite, I don’t need that, I don’t want that.

He gets up and starts to get dressed.

“There is no need to worry, Anders would manage everything on that side of things, I would make sure of that.

Your signatures are required as Charles owns The Manor, I just have a stake in it.”

Unease takes over my expression, he walks back over to me placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Think of it as just paperwork.”

He carries on getting ready, I silently accept what he has said, I know when it’s pointless fighting him.

Getting myself up I walk into the bathroom, replaying last night in my head, and a small smile takes over my lips.

He sees it and it’s like he can read my mind.

Taking a belt out of his drawer, he catches my eyes, winks, and throws it on the bed.

By the time I am out of the shower he is dressed in his usual black button-up, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, black slacks, and the belt he used last night.

He looks so good.

It's early evening by the time we get to The Manor and are sitting in Charles’s office.

Gabriel notifies him that I am now a joint legal owner of The Sicuro and everything else that he owns.

Charles looks at me and smiles.

“I knew there was something about her.”

He states whilst keeping his gaze on me.

He prepares the paperwork quickly and we sign what’s required.

“Dinner whilst you’re here?”

Charles asks.

“We’d love to.”

Gabriel responds.

We make our way to the restaurant, guided by Charles upon arrival, he speaks with a member of his staff informing him that our evening is taken care of.

He turns to Gabriel shakes his hand and thanks him for his time, he then proceeds to take my hand and place a kiss over my knuckles.

I have to stop myself from pulling it away.

“Miss Taylor.” He says.

I smile at him, and he leaves.

The restaurant is full, but we are taken to a table near the kitchen, I recognise that it’s the same one as the first time I came here.

The waiter talks with Gabriel and shortly after a bottle of wine is brought over.

I’m looking out at the stunning grounds, but my mind goes to the woods that rest behind them and what they are used for.

I wonder how many bodies lie in there.

“Everything OK?”

I turn and look at Gabriel, I’m sure he knows what I am thinking about. I smile.

“Yes, I’m good.”

We haven’t spoken about what happened, on either occasion.

Me watching him slit a guy’s throat or the fact I shot O’Connell.

I thought I would feel different, that it would bother me, maybe even have nightmares about it, but it hasn’t.

The waiter approaches the table, bending down to speak into Gabriel’s ear, he responds with only a nod.

Moments later a man walking towards us, one I haven’t seen before.

He’s tall, thin almost malnourished, his suit seems to hang off him, like it was given to him rather than made for him.

He seems young, out of place and not the type of person I would expect to be approaching Gabriel.

“Mr DeMarco, I would like to extend my condolences to you on your grandfather’s passing.”

Gabriel responds with only a nod, his eyes empty and emotionless.

The man looks between us.

“I was wondering if you have had a chance to review my application?”

“I’ve received it, and it will be reviewed accordingly.”

The man’s focus returns to me.

An uncomfortable feeling ignites in the pit of my stomach.

I look over at Gabriel who is glaring at him, his eyes harden, turning dark.

“Mr Dale.”

Gabriel snaps and leans forward.

“Is there a reason why your eyes are fixed on to what is mine?”

His tone is low, harsh and unnerving.

The man becomes clearly intimidated and timorous.

“Apologies.

Thank you for your time.”

He could only move faster away if he ran.

Gabriel watches him before returning his gaze to me.

“I’m assuming he wishes to become a member.” I say.

“He does.”

“And…”

“I’m not interested in his reasoning, or the company that he keeps, or used to keep.”

I nod, understanding his words.

He doesn’t need any more like O’Connell finding their way in.

On the way home he reminds me about Thursday evening and joining him for a drink in the bar.

I ask if I am coming as his business partner.

He confirmed now that I manage the staff it’s important to show that I work alongside him and that I am to be treated as he is, and anyone who doesn’t will be removed.

Before I could go to speak, he continued.

“However, first and foremost you are mine,”

his eyes fix on me, “and anyone who even looks at you in a manner that I deem unsolicited or disreputable they will be made aware of it accordingly.”

His tone is dark yet protective.

I let out a small laugh, his eyes widen, and his brow raises slightly, questioning my laugh with just his expression.

“I don’t really fancy being the target of unhappy members.”

I know I shouldn’t have said the words as soon as they have left my mouth.

It’s not his fault that O’Connell tried to burn my apartment down with me in it.

“I’m sorry,”

I say quickly after.

“I never meant…”

“It’s OK.”

He stops me from continuing.

“I will protect you.

It’s been made clear that you are mine Kelcie, no one will touch you, even approach you that shouldn’t.” I can see the dark evil blackness that lurks behind his eyes.

It’s been a couple of weeks since O’Connell came to The Sicuro and attempted to attack Gabriel.

Due to O’Connell hiding out beforehand and how effectively it was cleaned up, only the security team, Gabriel, Anders, David, and I know it happened.

In addition, it’s only Gabriel, Anders, and I who know it was me that killed him.

Having work to keep me occupied has meant I haven’t even thought about it, and on the odd occasion I have I still don’t feel any different or have any remorse.

The security staff know about Gabriel and I, but the rest of the staff don’t.

The fact that’s going to change on Thursday, I’ve arranged for them all to attend on Monday for a meeting.

I don’t want them to be informed I’m their boss and that I’m in a relationship with Gabriel at the same time.

They are expecting David however it will be me.

They will be made aware that I am taking over as Personnel Manager, that I am their boss and that any issues are to be directed through myself.

I am expecting some snide words from some of the girls as they know who I am.

Gabriel’s told me his conditions, there are no real changes, other than they must address me as Miss Taylor.

I disagreed with this at first but understand that the girls must be kept safe and that to do this I am to be seen as their boss and not their friend.

When he mentioned that I shouldn’t socialise with any of them because it could put them in danger it was hard to keep the smirk from my lips.

It's Monday morning, 1030am and we are at The Sicuro, David has got the staff together in the bar and is waiting for me.

I glance over at Gabriel, and he smiles at me.

He reminded me again last night that this place is now just as much mine as it is his.

This was before he had me tied to the bedpost, told me how I am his and it will be known, then proceeded to make every inch of my body shake in desire.

I make my way down to the bar, Anders follows but takes the lead so that he can open the door to the bar.

He steps through holding it allowing me to walk through, as I do, David stands from his leaning position against the wall.

“Anders,”

I say thanking him.

I glance around the team, and some of the girls’ faces have dropped.

David steps forward next to me.

“Team, this is Miss Taylor.

She is now your boss and manager of all staff.”

“You mean Lucy,”

one of the staff says in a sarcastic tone.

I take a single step forward so that David and Anders are flanking me on either side.

“We all know from the contracts that you have signed that is not my name.

My name is Miss Taylor and that is how I will be addressed.”

I make sure to lock eyes with the girl who commented.

“There will be no changes to your contracts, or the current state of play with the exception that all concerns or issues will be addressed to myself as David stated.

If anyone is uncomfortable with this change now is your opportunity to resign with no further questions asked.”

The room is silent, and I look at each of them.

The girl who spoke out looked away from me.

“I will take this silence that all staff are happy to proceed.

Those on shift may stay, those not, may leave.”

I finish and as I turn to walk out of the bar, Anders opens the door and looks at me, his lips have the slightest curve at the edge of them.

“Anders,”

I state once again thanking him.

I make my way back to the office, as I walk in Gabriel is sitting looking at the door waiting for me, he turns his chair to the side.

“Come here.”

His eyes look me up and down.

I know what he wants.

I walk over to him, and he pulls me between his legs.

I stand as his hands run up the back of my skirt onto my arse.

I look down seeing his hard dick push against his slacks.

I lick my lower lip.

“Watching you take control, makes me want you more.”

His voice is deep, dominant, and sexual.

The words make my nipples harden and goosebumps take over the rest of my body.

“We agreed not in work.”

My words don’t match my tone.

I want him, I always want him.

His hand moves down to the hem of my skirt and runs up the inside of my thigh, lifting the skirt as he goes.

My breathing deepens, and I rest my hands on his shoulders.

I’m telling myself to pull away, but I can’t, my body giving into him as it always does.

He slides a finger into the side of my lace thong pulling it away from my pussy to give him access.

“Already wet for me, Miss Taylor.”

My wetness aids him to push his finger into me easily, I move my leg opening myself up for him.

He pushes in a second and slides them in and out of me, slowly pumping them as he rubs my hard nub with his thumb, I can feel myself tensing around him, my pussy clenching his fingers.

My head tilts back, and as I’m about to come he removes his fingers and I’m expecting to be bent over his desk.

I look down as he puts his two fingers in his mouth, sucking my juices from them as he slowly pulls them out.

I watch him, lips parted with short breaths waiting for him to continue as I teeter on the edge of orgasm, but he pulls my skirt back down.

“Gabriel!”

I breathe out sharply.

“We said not in work, so I will settle for an appetiser.”

“Fuck you, Gabriel.”

I snap at him as I walk away, highly frustrated, and craving release.