he is my lord

Chapter 2

GABRIELLE

Oh yes, an exchange of power was much more, and something more. Especially when it was Iván who demanded it from me, knowing that he was incapable of resisting me. Now he had caught me. My secret was no longer a secret to him. More like a bargaining chip between us. A negotiation tool for what we could offer each other. The potential of what it could mean for me to return to territory that had been influential in a disastrous relationship that had left me emotionally devastated and adrift in my life. D/s hadn't been the reason for my disastrous history with Kent, but it had certainly been a contributing factor to the poor decisions I'd made with him...and sadly tragic ones for others, I thought in shame. I really didn't know if he was capable of getting me into another Delationship and surviving it. A mysterious question whose answer I couldn't know... until I met her. However, the circumstances were totally different with Ivan. He was single. Yes, a single man who asks for a companion when he wants a date. Phew. I didn't like those thoughts swimming in my head, but I couldn't judge Ivan any more harshly than I had been a part of Kent. My actions had been much worse. Could I do it with him? If you like. Now he knew he was about to find out. The idea scared me as much as it excited me. No, that probably wasn't true. It turned me on more. He leaned back on his knees as he finished tying me, a satisfied expression on his face. I wondered what he was thinking, although he had a pretty clear idea. He finally had me where he wanted from the first time we were together. Ivan had me tied to his bed and I would stay there until he was ready to let me go. That s****l desert he'd been in? Well, the drought was very o-ver. As in: Girl, you better get ready for the rain, because big black clouds are headed your way. "You're so f*****g sexy and pretty right now, here, like this." He stared at me, his expression hard but not indifferent.

Yes, he was affected. His c**k was erect and ready to go again. Thank God, because he could die if he didn't touch me soon. I could say the same about him. Ivan was sexy, beautiful. Especially like this: hard, throbbing and about to start touching me. "Spread your legs and show me your divine p***y. I miss watching." I didn't hesitate, I bent my left leg at the knee and slid my foot over it, and then I repeated the same with my right leg. A sensation of immense pleasure ran through my body at the disgusting order he had just given me, combined with the equally intense desire to let myself be carried away by his care. To give myself to someone. To Ivan. He focused on my body, his eyes roaming over what I had just displayed at his request. "You have such a pretty p***y, Gabrielle. Almost as nice as your tits." He smiled devilishly and licked his lips slowly. "I said 'almost' because I don't think there is anything comparable to these" –he said as he grabbed a breast with each hand and squeezed. Hard. I arched and gasped at the sharp jolt that ran through me, undone by the combination of the praise that he thought I was beautiful and the rough treatment. He relieved my n*****s with firm tugs until I was squirming and soaking wet for him. One hand made its way between my legs and caressed my c**t with small pinches while his mouth continued to destroy my n*****s.

I was grateful for the pulsations that were beginning to lead me towards what was going to be a spectacular orgasm. She reassured her hand. "Not yet, kitten. I own when you can c*m, and I want you to beg me this time. I'll tell you when." She slid two fingers inside her and worked them in and out before curling them into my sweet spot and pulling. "Ahhh," I moaned, struggling to follow her command, the pleasure increasing again. "You're too wet for me, kitten. I love how soaked you are." She increased the pace of her fingers and the pressure on my G-spot so that the climax came quickly. Kitten? It was a crazy idea that came to me at the exact moment of what we were doing, but I realized that I loved the sound that her talented tongue made. Sexy, but adorable. Holy God! It had to be straight up Playboy-Bunny-era-sexism for Ivan to use a name like "kitten" OMG yes please. He was already sheathing himself as he said the words to me, anticipation making me shudder to see how he would feel again. I had already experienced it within myself, of course, but not enough. I needed another reminder. Or ten. He climbed up, grabbed me by the shins and bent me at the knees to make his way through. She had me so open and exposed that I felt the flush of shame when I saw him looking at me.

But the look in her beautiful eyes quickly made me forget my shame and replaced it with burning desire. Iván liked what he saw and he made it clear. I also realized that it was a representation of his perversion. He wanted me tied up and open for him. That was how he liked to f**k. But I liked it too. As he plunged his c**k into me, I let out a moan of abandonment, totally unable to keep quiet. He filled me roughly, but it was exactly what I needed from him.

Rough, hard, drilling penetrations that warmed me inside and out. I wanted to feel and somehow Ivan made everything work to make that possible. He knew what to do, how to touch me, what to tell me to make it happen, to make me feel again. The painful grip on the back of my thighs, holding me open. The blows are deep and hard, penetrating me to the core. The hard look on his face as he took what he wanted. I am the owner of your body when I put my c**k in you. Oh yes, I remembered what I had said before. Remembered and noted. Dazzling until the end.

"That's it, kitten, take it... take my big f*****g c**k inside your tight little p***y" – he grunted in deep slides as he f****d me closer and closer to the orgasm I so desperately wanted. With each hard stroke of his c**k inside me, positioned perfectly to drag against my c**t, Ivan knew how to f**k properly. I begged him with my eyes, fighting to hold back the wave of climax before he brought me to a point where I couldn't hold it back, no matter how he ordered me to wait for his permission. He drilled into me with his fiery green eyes as his long, hard c**k did the same to my body, thrusting into me so deep that I began to shake uncontrollably from the growing pleasure. "Are you ready to c*m?" –He asked me sharply, with a voice full of lust, while he continued f*****g me without rest. "Yes, sir," I moaned desperately, barely able to respond as I pressed against him. He frowned, disgusted, and looked at me with his head bowed. “Not sir, Gabrielle. Never sir between you and me. I want to hear 'my lord' scream from your pretty mouth when you arrive.” "I'm already there" – I moaned. "Then you know what you have to do..." His eyes grew wide and he was left speechless as I convulsed in the most spectacular orgasm of my life. I did everything in my power to obey his orders, but I couldn't be sure whether or not I had acted according to his precise specifications. He would let me know. That was part of what had to be resolved between two parties who agreed. Until now, he let me go with my instincts and allowed him to dominate and control me during s*x. I succumbed to the intensity of the pleasure it gave me and struggled to hold on to reality. I didn't have much success because I had long since lost practice. I got happily lost in the moment. It was so good.

I realized that Ivan had come with me when I felt the sting of his bite at the base of my neck, his teeth marking me safely as he entered me hard and deep the last few times to finish.

I could feel the aftershocks of his c**k jerking inside me, my inner muscles gripping him as my own torrent flowed. I didn't want it to end, but it did. We both took a deep breath and said nothing. He replaced his teeth with his warm tongue and caressed the place where he had bitten me. He pushed lazily, still into me, and found my mouth, invading it with his tongue as he kissed me long and slow. In no hurry to stop, he just kissed me thoroughly, with his c**k still buried, filling me with everything that could be of him. I knew one thing. Ivan had made me forget for the first time. And for that alone, he was unique among all the men he had known since he fell from grace. I want to hear "my lord" scream from your pretty mouth when you arrive. An interesting request, yes, but appropriate considering that he was one in real life and that he lived a kind of lordly life in a mansion filled with priceless works of art. The mix of his charm was intoxicating to me. As we both breathed and came down from the high of incredible pleasure, Ivan seemed almost hurt, if he had to put a name to it. Just before untying my hands, he looked at me longingly as he slowly withdrew from my body. However, he remained on top of me, still maintaining power over me with that scrutinizing expression he sometimes had as he rubbed first one wrist and then the other. Very soft and loving caresses that comforted me and helped me believe that I could trust him. However, my mind was far from calm. Racing thoughts of What just happened here? or even more critical, What now? I sensed that Ivan was as immersed in his thoughts as I was about what "just happened." D/s s*x is different from straight s*x, and now we had crossed the vanilla line for sure.

We both knew it, and yet we only knew what we knew. I also didn't like to think about all the other women who had been under Ivan Everley, and I realized that my predecessors had to be hundreds. "Why is that frown?" –She asked in a low voice. "Hmmm?" "You frowned and your pretty eyes darkened." He ran a finger over the corner of my eye, and the soft touch felt extremely intimate. "How many times have you done this, Ivan? What's my number on the long list of conquests?" "Here? In Donadea? I've already told you that I don't bring women here. Your number is one." "Really? I have to believe you've never had s*x here before. Oh-well-you know how that sounds, right?"

Really, damn, far-fetched." "It probably sounds far-fetched, but I can assure you it's the truth. I have no reason to lie to you, Gabrielle. In the few years since I inherited the place, I have used it very little, mostly as a retreat away from the city. I have never had guests here. Apart from the staff who live and work here, there is only me. You're the first." "Well, that's... really surprising to hear, Ivan." "I know, but there hasn't been anyone I wanted to invite here before I found you," he said clearly, his green eyes winking at me. "I would love for you to feel at home here and stay as long as you want." "You realize this is much more than a weekend of hooking up, as was suggested when you kidnapped me at the wedding." "I know. And I thank you for being such a willing captive. You have A's for attitude and courage, Miss Hargreave. But I hoped you felt the same as me, this has become so much more than a weekend of s*x. "He kissed me again because that was what Ivan did whenever we talked. He kissed his way through our conversations." It certainly has been much more than that for me. Although, I should probably tell you that it was the best leg I can remember, Miss Hargreave." "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Everley." I liked hearing those words from him, I must admit. It was always wonderful to hear that someone else needed you. With Ivan I had already heard it from him many times. And didn't that make it more difficult to resist? "Would you like a visit?" –he asked me in that way of his that makes it extremely difficult for anyone to say no. . Charm came easy to Ivan and I could see how he used it to his advantage. He had to watch and learn if he had any hope of coming out of this experience in one piece. "From your art collection? Yes, of course." I assumed that was what he meant, considering that we hadn't done anything even remotely related to art since he had brought me here under the pretext of evaluating his paintings. Ha! Yes, he had done some evaluation, but it had nothing to do with art. The art of s*x perhaps. If his collection of paintings compared to his skills in the bedroom, I was going to have a hard time resisting returning to Donadea. Who was he kidding? I could never resist coming back when I knew how much he loved me here, along with the promise of discovering long-hidden art treasures; if the small sample of what I had seen as I passed from room to room in his house was worth anything, then I was in for a gold mine. He had a strong feeling that his collection was going to make headlines in the art world. “I thought I'd take you out first, if you don't mind.” He smiled and kissed me on the lips before sitting on the side of the bed. Her body was a complete masculine beauty as she looked at me. Her sculpted back curved in my direction while her hips looked away and disappeared from view. Is he modest now? Ivan's physique was more corpulent, but his muscles were more thin than bulky. He was beautiful.

I resisted the urge to reach out and touch him. His eyes roamed up and down my body with determination and appreciation. "All I see is an incredibly beautiful creature who, I think"—he paused emphatically, "—understands what I want from her." Oh. She had no problem expressing her wishes. In a way, her frankness relieved me. He was honest. The only way she could continue to function. She had said she wanted me submissive when we f****d. The "when we f**k" was the key to her request. It was also the only time he would consider something like that. Yes, he had learned that lesson the hard way. "I understand, Ivan," I said, realizing that he needed a gesture of consent on my part. "I know what you ask of me." "AND?" His expression didn't change beyond a raised eyebrow and a slight tilt of his head. "I think I need a little time to consider it," I said softly, steadying myself to tell him the rest, "because it's been a long time for me to be in this kind of...relationship with someone. I don't know if I can—or if I want to." - do it again." My words only seemed to make him more determined to convince me. I could see the wheels turning inside his pretty head as he turned on the persuasive charm and bombarded me with it. "I sense that a dominant partner hurt you in the past, and that it terribly damaged your confidence, security, and, above all, your self-esteem. It ended badly, and although it is not my place to ask you to share any part of that story with me, you can do so if "Sometimes you want to. I would love to know the name of the shitty bastard to make his life miserable for daring to damage a hair on your precious head," he told me while he touched my hair with his finger and ran it firmly, and he could even say That possessively, around my ear. A smile threatened to break through at the thought of my lord Ivan protecting my honor by challenging Kent to a duel or something. Now he was rubbing circles under my ear, right against my neck, distracting me even more. A deliciously sensual spot that I had discovered in my body.

Iván already knew where he should touch me. How was it possible? He was beyond understanding how it would all work. He didn't even want to try to understand it. Ivan didn't seem worried. He had enough confidence for both of us. So I let him make his case. I leaned into his caress and allowed him to continue his final arguments in the most convincing manner. "However, I know it's not good to deny yourself something you need. It doesn't work that way either. You can't deny yourself physical needs. You need submission as much as I need domination. And you're going to pursue it with someone at some point, and I think that Someone should be me, of course." He pressed his lips against the spot he had been caressing with his thumb. "I'll take care of you here. We already have a damn perfect s****l connection, even without the kink, you know?" He caressed me with a single finger from my lips to my chin, down my neck and continued with determination until he reached my breast, stopping at my n****e. He circled the tip of his finger over my sensitive flesh, drawing it in with the added pinch between his thumb and forefinger. I couldn't help the intense jolt of pure pleasure that washed over me, nor could I help the small moan that escaped my mouth. I could only watch my body's response to his caresses as my n****e rose hard and tense under his fingers. "I'm right?" "Yeah." At least I wasn't lying to him. He could totally agree that s*x was addictive even without kink.

It was so good. So good. "And Donadea is private and safe and don't forget the bonus of the artistic work. They are going to pay you very well for a great job that could take a long time. It is the perfect agreement in many ways." "But the evaluation will be credited to the university, not to me.

I will not be paid personally. My salary is... I work for the U of L...".

"Yes, I will pay you, Gabrielle. My contract will be only with you. I no longer have a contract with the university since the morning after you left here last time. Paul Langley called me, reprimanded my stupid ass for sexually harassing his student , and then he canceled me as a donor to the university." Wow.I had no idea Paul dropped Ivan. He had already said before that Iván was a big donor, so it must have affected the budget a lot that he left him stranded.

I felt a pang of guilt for snitching on Paul, but he propositioned me and accused me of being a s*x worker. He truly believed that she was mentally unstable. God, that situation with us the first time I came to Donadea was a complete mess of misunderstandings from start to finish. "So... artistic evaluation is a private contract between you and me?" "It will be. I'll have the original redrawn and you can take a look at it tonight before you sign." "Don't forget that I am still a student in a graduate program. Any new work I bring will have to be certified by an official body like the university to be taken seriously in the world of fine arts. No one will accept the observations of a simple student graduate. If I go on my own, it won't be an authorized evaluation until you bring in someone official. Don't you want this to be an official cataloging of the Donadea collection, Ivan?" "When you put it like that," he said thoughtfully, stroking his chin in a way that made me jealous of his hand, "I'm more determined that it's you, Gabrielle." He winked at me, making me note the success of his faking. "The fact that you are so passionate about protecting the provenance of the Donadea collection before you have even seen it, and that you are willing to even forego payment, further convinces me that you are the only person I want for this job. Can I be clearer about it?" "Wow, that's a lot of trust in someone you don't even know beyond a friendship with your cousin's new girlfriend." "Not really. Paul Langley sent you here in the first place. He said you were the only one suitable for this job, in fact. He chose you. We may not be on the best terms right now, but I trust the boss." department, Paul Langley, to know who to trust with a valuable collection of damn art." It was impossible to contain the urge to laugh. He escaped from me. He made me smile and laugh with the civilized, stiff-lipped, British sarcasm that he used so generously in his speech. Even more so when he argued, which he did often. It seemed that Ivan had no problem offering a lot of arguments as to why his path was the correct and wise decision. He must be the politician in him. My lord, indeed. A lord in life and personality really existed on earth. Somehow, he had found a unicorn. Or... the unicorn had found me. Just listening to Ivan speak was pleasant to me for some reason. That voice of his... A mercurial beast in a Brunello Cucinelli suit. A sophisticated savage. A Greek god, my Eros asking permission to worship in my temple.

When he spoke, the words that came out of his mouth were such a beautiful thing... Words that said I was sexy and beautiful. Words ordering me to take him inside me and submit to his desires. Such dirty words, but also perfectly placed in divine moments of deliciously dirty s*x. Words that kissed my body and caressed my skin with reverence. Words that made fun of me for something clever I had said. Words of compliment, but also of the most brutal honesty.

"The little giggle you just gave me tells me everything I need to know, Ms. Hargreave. Thank you for that. Because now I know that you are going to sign that contract, and then we can negotiate the rest. I will require a confidentiality agreement for privacy reasons "That will cover the contents of the collection, as well as your relationship with me, and will also extend to any time you are here in residence on the estate. You cannot discuss any of this with anyone. I'm afraid the confidentiality clause takes precedence over the artistic evaluation contract. I hope you don't have a problem with that." He stared at me, probably trying to read my reaction to his demand for a confidentiality agreement for being here in Donadea, regardless of what I was doing. Evaluating his art collection or working on the s****l tension that surrounded us like a storm cloud that never cleared. He would be doing both if he accepted and signed. Yes, maintaining his privacy here, in this charming aristocratic oasis nestled among the wild nature of the Northern Irish coast, was undoubtedly extremely important to Ivan Everley. Even I could deduce that significant fact at this juncture only from our limited encounters with each other so far. God, the night I showed up here in the rain and surprised him... I was so enraged at the violation of his privacy, mistaken identity or not. It was a trigger for him. One he would have to remember. But it was important for him to make one more thing clear to her before he started asking for signatures on the contracts. He had to know. "Ivan, as long as you understand that submission happens behind the door for me. It will never carry over into the rest of my life, nor into my work. During s*x is the only time I feel desire, when I feel like giving in." control to another person. The only time." I saw Ivan's eyes shine before turning dark and predatory. He leaned further and cornered me, his hands planted firmly on the bed at my shoulder height, like a panther about to pounce. A magnificent wild panther that I wanted to pet and lick and have purring against my leg. I could feel the body heat radiating off of him and smell the s*x in the air from what we had been doing for the last hour. And despite all the orgasms he had already given me in that time, I could still get turned on by him, as demonstrated by the delicious shiver that ran through me when he devoured me with his beautiful green eyes. His effect on me sexually was immense, and I was sure he knew it. His hard expression softened. "Perfect answer, kitten. Now I think I'll take a shower and get dressed before I think about what else I'd like to do with you behind the door. I'd really like you to see more of my house than just this bedroom." He gave me one last deep kiss on the lips, and also a lick and a suck on each of my breasts, murmuring: "What spectacular t**s!" –Before turning away from her and showing a satisfied smile on her handsome face. I guess my confession of being submissive only "when we f**k" had made his day. He was still smirking when he walked into the bathroom after that elegant little speech, and his bald, firm ass looked great from my point of view as I tilted my head to admire it. He was a gorgeous man and, surprisingly, he didn't act like most guys who know they're hot and try to appear artificially humble. Ivan simply carried himself like a man who was completely comfortable in his own skin. A self-confident and calm man. He must be nice, I thought, with a bit of envy thrown in, feeling so sure of himself. As he lifted me out of bed and put on the cerulean blue silk jacket he had given me, I decided that he wouldn't tell him that his habit of calling me "kitty" had a very pleasant effect on me. Mr. Everley would have to work to have the right to know.