Title: Saving Abel (Rocker Series: One)
Author: Gina Whitney
Genre: Erotica BDSM
Blurb:
Abel Gunner, the lead singer of the band Lethal Abel, is what beautiful nightmares are made of. His gritty, melodic rasp threatens to rip your heart out of your chest and leave you gasping for the very breath he robbed you of. His kisses, detonating on impact, leave you ruined. Abel is also a Dom, and his appetite for seduction is legendary and intense. After a chance encounter with Gia, his need to dominate this woman increases tenfold. He wants to consume her, merge with her, and never leave her body.
Abel's emerald eyes touch the deepest part of Gia's soul in a way that terrifies her. She fears he can see her secret. Lies, guilt, and betrayal lay beneath her skin, and she's terrified of being exposed. How will Gia ever begin to explain? She doesn't believe she's worthy of him, and her greatest fear is that her carefully guarded heart will be shattered. However, she finds herself unable to deny this rogue tattooed rocker whose kisses just might ruin her.
Author Bio:
Gina Whitney grew up reading Judy Blume, and Nancy Drew books. She was raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New York(Long Island)and attended community college for fashion design. At 19 she opened a boutique. She recently published her first paranormal romance novel Blood Ties. When she's not writing, she's hanging with family and friends. She shares a home with her wonderful son’s PJ and Drew, and their 200lb Mastiff Hercules. She currently lives in Massapequa, New York. Reading has always been a passion and obsession. You can usually find her typing furiously while shouting obscenities over her latest work. She also enjoys a good laugh, being snarky, espresso, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. She's pathologically obsessed with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, Borgias, Vampire Diaries and Originals. You can also find her chatting it up with readers on Facebook.
Links:
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Prologue
The night
On ecru initialed paper the understanding was
brutally clear…You’re to be blindfolded and
waiting on your knees for your
master. I reread a couple of times, my hands shaking with both fear of the
unknown and excited to be delivered to brink of aching pleasure. Man, I was
fucked! Folding the note in half, perfectly seaming the edges thoughtfully,
musings of biting off more than I can chew swirled cyclonically…causing
fluttering in my stomach to mount to upchuck levels. Picking up the Hermes silk
scarf, I gentled it along my cheek before breathing in his alpha scent. Him. My eyes closed on their own
accord…heart beating in concert with my pussy. My clit charged and was
primed already with my sweet ambrosia. The inner demonness scratching the surface of my psyche, relentlessly
thrashing against confinement. Twirling around in a sexual dream-state, my eyes
took in floor to ceiling windows—lush drapes pulled back. Gasping heavily… hand
on my heart trying to keep the fucker in there. Was he planning to take me in
the open—voyeur delight? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Then again
this was about surrendering. A place my control had no say in. On the left was
a free standing bar. His guitar leaning against it. Crystal decanters
lined the top. Amber colored courage called to my parched throat. Begging,
needing something to quell the tremors that plagued my body. I couldn’t. Could
I? Or was that breaking the rules? I couldn’t afford to piss him off nor
did I want to. I wanted to please him. Hand over the keys to my soul for him to
take up occupancy. I needed to take purchase of the prime piece of
real-estate—his heart. Old demons plagued my thoughts with their clever mind
tricks. Fighting their way to the surface—sneering that I would lose the man
I’d come to love because of my deceitful heart. The mother of all motherfucking
Karmas was going to bite my ass—hard. I needed to lock these incessant
nauseating thoughts where they belonged…behind a door that had no moral key and
slam it shut.
Looking to my left, a fire raged stunningly in
a pastoral styled fireplace. Crackling embers radiated warmth to nurture my
body. Perfect spot! Unbuttoning my pants and blouse letting them both pool at
my feet…my bra and panties followed. The heat of the flames licked my skin
helping gentle the goose bumps that stepped forward across my body.
Double-knotting the scarf, I lowered to my knees, thankful for plush carpet. I
sent a silent bid of gratitude upwards. God had no place here today. On this
day, I would be rejoicing, reveling and partaking in rituals practiced by
heathens. Tempering my breathing, I repeated Namaste over and over until a shiver redirected my attention to the
door. Searching my mind to identify its source, the squeak of the door knob
stopped all thought process—and thinking. His innate maleness seeped into
my pores, cocooning my skin in his alpha scent—marking my heart as his. Instantly, my body recognized him.
An unwilling groan escaped, making my nether region clench in anticipation. He
chuckled.
~~~
"Very good. I see you followed my
directions flawlessly. I see that beautiful pussy’s shaved bare for me. This
pleases me Gia. And you will see how much very shortly. But, are you ready for
your Master? If I part your folds will you be slick and hot for me?"
His warm breath tickled my ear. My mouth
opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water, until I finally croaked
out, (no paragraph)"Um, yes. I um. I believe so, Abel.” Christ why am I reduced to a stuttering
adolescent? He's fucking dangerous and hot that's why! Stealing myself, I
needed to women the fuck up and show him who I am. Palming my chin out, he
spoke gruffly.
“Love, when we’re in this setting I am your
God…bringer of pleasure and pain.” He released me, clearly awaiting a response
of praise.
“Yes Sir. I understand perfectly.” I affirmed.
My body chilled knowing the moment he stepped away. The ring of the crystal
decanter signaled loudly in the air. Rolling shutters had me clenching—hard.
Moments ticked by at a snail’s pace and I wanted to rip my hair out.
Frustration built as he took his time leaving me in a vulnerable position. He
swallowed his drink before padding back over in my direction and bringing that
delicious signature scent of his - musk and something wild I couldn’t put my
finger on.
“I’m going to taste you now.” He quantified.
What? Christ on a
motherfuckin cross. Two thick fingers teased my clit round and round, spreading my
silky juices along my seam and preparing for his invasion. I held my breath.
What else could I do?
“You smell like you want to be fucked.” He
smiled appreciatively.” Breathe Gia. Your God would like to sample you. I want
to commit your taste to memory. Savor you on my tongue. Swallow your goodness.”
He rasped leaning into my ear.
I wanted to scream just do it already! His beard scruffed against my face…leaving his
mouth against my ear. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every swallow. Was mine
hear. I had a front row seat to an erotic movie that I starred in. Holding my
shoulder firmly with his left hand, he roughly entered my opening. One breath in. One long breath out. Fingering
me with precision…two fingers in me and his thumb on my trigger. I ground
against his palm.
“You will not come. Yet. Stay still or I’ll stop.” He stated sternly. .
Well that did it! I needed release and I
needed it now. Fuck. Squeezing my
eyes tightly, I was thankful for the blind-fold. He had to see how challenging
this was for me. With a final stretching thrust he vacated my pussy. The heady
juice permeated the air…releasing another gush of wetness. His sucking sound
ended with a loud pop, followed by a growl of approval.
“Taste.” He fisted my hair driving his fingers
into my open mouth.
“Taste how sweet your pussy is?” He queried.
I had the perfect opportunity to bring him to
his knees. My tongue languidly snaked its way around his fingers, sucking
greedily any remaining ambrosia—with my own kickass resounding pop. Umm…purring my contentment.
A seismic roar rumbled its way free from his
alpha chest. Oh, he was affected.
Breaking dominant control momentarily—he lunged forward. Fisting my hair, his
tongue forced my mouth open. Damn this Dom.
My lungs fought for air as my hands braced against his muscled chest…alive with
the vibrations from the beast tethered within—Abel. Dizziness threatening to take me under. Pulling air into my
nose I took a breath. He didn’t let up. Apparently, my survival was to be
damned while he consumed me from the inside out. My brain had only registered
oxygen. Now I needed to return his kiss. My hands found their way up his neck
into his thick hair. Fist full of hair…I pulled. He answered my call with his
masterful tongue and gnashing teeth. Needing his cock in my pussy now, I
reached for it, feeling its thick steeliness through his jeans. He gently
removed my hands. Disappointed, I lowered my head but took the opportunity to
nourish my blood with oxygen. He forced my hands behind my back. I sat on the
back of my knees to steady myself.
“You have to earn that, Babe. You haven’t
earned my cock yet. And he has a bigger ego than I do.” He laughed low and deep
as he stood, leaving me again.
Was he serious? His
dick had an ego?
Shuffling of drawers opening and closing to my
left had me turning my head in that direction. My legs tingled with
anticipation and lack of activity. I hoped I wasn’t going to be on my knees too
much longer. The loud snap of something caught my immediate attention causing
me to lick my dry lips and swallow the golf ball sized knot as I readied
myself. Sweet smelling leather assailed my senses.
“Do you know what the Cat of nine tails is, Gia?” He asked.
Thanks to Google, my ignorance for basic BDSM wouldn’t be
apparent. I schooled my quickly
in the tricks of the trade like knots, whips, and positions
101.
“Yes Sir. A traditionally favored whip with nine separate
tails.” I rejoined, quirking a smile. I awaited his answer which came in the
form of him running the tails along my breasts…down to my pussy… and snapping
my clit to attention. Over and over again my body became acquainted with this
new form of torture. With legs shaking, I thrust myself off of them into an upright
position, hoping this little exercise would stop this embarrassing bodily
display of minor earthquakes. No such luck. My body wanted to surrender to its
Master as my wreathing ratcheted to panic-attack levels. An explosion of epic
proportions was near tilt. Whack…the leather sliced across my behind. Ow…fuck me!
“Not nearly yet sweetheart. That nice shade of red on your
ass is making me hard as fuck though.” He countered.
Well that’s not how I really meant it, but that’s exactly
what I wanted right the fuck now. He was turned on. And that turned me on. If
his lash marks on my skin do it for him—then so be it.
“I want to taste you, Master. It’s only fair.” I practically
whined. Throw me a fucking bone. This
BDSM shit was killing me. I’m not a patient person by nature, so, I deserved a
reward for the restraint I’ve been practicing today. The sound of his zipper
lowering had my full attention. The lava started to trickle down my legs again.
“Is this what you want pretty girl?” He stepped up smearing
his pre-cum on my lips.
I moaned embarrassingly loud. “Yes! More!” I demanded.
He presented his cock to my tongue this time. My tongue stroked something
unfamiliar. Was it a piercing? Bracing myself on his thick thighs, I fished for
the object. Yep, he was pierced. Fuck me.
Expertly I lavished it with my tongue paying homage to this
rock God. Maybe his cock deserved its own zip code? This was a local I wanted
to move to…like now. Pushing forward I sought his engorged bell. Licking,
flickering and tonguing at break-neck speed to the best of my ability. He
roared. He ripped the scarf freeing my eyes from their prison. Site was
returned. Though, I couldn’t see a fucking thing. Squinting I looked up towards
his beautiful face. His face twisted in agony. He needed release. Eyes sparking
with warning. His thread-like hold on reality virtually nonexistent. A sardonic
smile pulled to his lips as he continued stroking his cock. Up. Down. Up.
Twist. Down. Release. Up. Twist. Down. Release. His left hand squeezed his
tightened sack roughly. Eyes glistening. His tongue snaked out to wet his plump
lips. Sooty lashed eyes closed for a moment and he blew out a long
breath…battling for control. I gulped—hard. Something sparkly caught my
upturned eyes bringing my gaze back to his sack.
“Like what you see, Babe?” He smiled proudly. His stance was
powerful and mighty.
It was then I noticed his tatted dick. Whoa. I didn’t have the time to even comprehend what art graced his
gorgeous cock. I’ll come back to that. I was visually over-stimulated. Tilting
my head awkwardly left then right. What even was that? I wasn’t naive. I knew there were guys who pierced the head
of their dick. Shit. One was right in
front of me. But, all along the underside of his cock? Can’t say I ever saw
that or even heard of that before.
“It’s called frenum loops, Babe. The one through my head is
an Apadravya. You’ll be thanking me soon for it.” His toothy smile made me
blush at my naiveté. He took my lip-licking as a signal for further teachings
of How to suck Abel’s cock 101.
“Relax. Open real wide. Get it nice and wet.” He instructed.
Relaxing my gag reflex, I readied my throat for his
invasion. Not only did I have to worry about his girth, but his hardware as
well. My mouth was desert dry. I pursed my lips to conjure up enough
saliva to get the job done. The wide tip of his cock made its way past my lips,
wetting a groan from me of appreciation for this male. Lavishing the small beads
of pre-come on my tongue…relishing his heady taste. God damn. His hooded eyes caught mine as I acquiesced. I closed my
eyes and sucked his head hard with a quick swirl around his Apadravya. I spit
into my palm pumping his cock once. Twice. A throaty groan made my clit swell.
I loved his male sounds. I knew I was doing this right. I wanted more. More of
him. More of that noise. Widening my
mouth even further I took his cock deeply. Paying close attention to his
frenulum loops, I concentrated on them with my tongue. The jingling
within my mouth had me shuttering. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Tongue. Up. Down.
Twist. Suck. Gag. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. His fingers found their
home…deeply embedded in my scalp, the pain causing my eyes to mist. Licking
from base to tip, I was on repeat. His eyes watched me intently.
Appreciatively.
Though, I didn’t always see him watching me, I knew he was.
One final swirling suck later, I let my lips pop loudly. Jerking sounds
of wetness aloud. I tried the impossible. To swallow him. Breathing through my nose, I watched. He watched. I swallowed.
The thickness of his cock swelling was all the indication I needed. He was
ready to blow—hard. My throat relaxed and opened to accommodate his girth
further. Abel hissed his thankfulness by thrusting deeply. Once. Twice. Three
times. He growled loudly face fucking me into oblivion. Surprising even
myself…I swallowed his gift of spicy goodness humming my appreciation to this
deity. Swallowing it down and suck-tonguing his Apadravya. I inwardly smiled,
milking every last drop of his elixir.
With a final groan, I fell back and let the fibers of the
rug absorb my fatigue. Mentally and physically I was wiped out. I rubbed my fingers through the filaments trying to
desperately sooth my restless soul. At that moment, I didn’t care where he was
or what he was doing. His gentle fingers caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes
savoring his warm touch.
“Oh, Babe we’re not done. Come, I’ll carry you to my
bedroom.” He bent and scooped me up. Swaddled in his arms, his hooded eyes
caught mine. A few long strides and we were in his bedroom where he gently laid
me on his king-sized bed and stepped back.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower. Join me?” He motioned with
his hand to the bathroom in not so subtle invitation.
“Nah, I’m good here for now. You go. If I change my mind
I’ll find you.” She watched him carefully not sure how he would react to
denying him.
His eyes darkened as if he had never been denied before. He
nodded and left through the en-suite. Raising myself up to my forearms I took
in his room. So this is his room here. Monochromatic
black and white made up a majority of his palate choice aside from his poppy
red silk shantung comforter. Everything was simple…yet elegant. It was clear to
me that Abel sought home comforts and swathed the hotel room with his
possessions. I guess a life on the road was a lonely one. Cocooning myself in
the lush bedding. There was no better place. And his scent. Lord above if I could bottle his essence I’d be a
wealthy chick. Grabbing his pillow I brought it to my nose inhaling his
heady alpha scent. A groan escaped and my clit was beyond engorged—needing
release. I needed to steal this pillow.
“Enjoying yourself?” His voice caught me off guard. I
cursed inwardly when I saw his smile reach his eyes. Busted. He abruptly reached for my legs and pulled me across the
bed. Holy shit. His eyes alit with
mischief as he pulled until my bottom was at the end of the bed. Lying there
naked, I started to feel self-conscience so I turned to grab the edge of the
comforter.
“Don’t hide your body from me, Gia. Spread your legs for me.
I want to see what’s mine. I want to taste your nectar.” He commands. And I obey
my spreading my legs. When he doesn’t respond, I get anxious. There’s a mirror
on the wall next to the bed and I can see my reflection. What a turn on. Me watching him—us.
His eyes visually devouring my pussy. He removes his towel from his waist and
turns to see me watching tentatively through the mirror. He grabbed hold of his
thick cock, stroking, smiling and watched me for a good long ass minute. This
is one big mind fuck and I’m barely holding my own. My blood boiled watching
his erotic exhibition. Boy was he a showman. He knelt down and seizing both
thighs pulling them back into a V across my chest. The image of us in the
mirror is suggestive. He pressed his nose along my pussy—inhaling deeply.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Gia. I’m a man starved for
this pussy. When I’m done, I’m going to fuck you like the devil. My cock will
be everything you’ve wished for, Babe.” He winked.
Cocky motherfucker. Holding my legs in place he dives
face first into my pussy pushing his tongue deep into me…growling…devouring.
The sounds of him sucking, licking and nipping my pussy had my muscles locking
up. I reached for his hair. I needed to touch him. I wanted to hold his head to
my pussy until I was good and ready to let go.
“, Put your damn hands above your head or I will tie you to
the bed.” He growled.
I acquiesced. I would fucking die or kill someone if he
stopped. Oh, God, don’t stop.
“God has no place here, Babe.” His voice was demonic.
Did I just say that aloud? Never lifting his face from his
meal. He pushed my knees almost flush to my chest lathering his face in my
juice. Oh, God. Growling, biting and
sucking were sounds I would never forget. He was feral. Possessed. Using two
fingers, his index finger fucking me as he sucked my clit. My legs shaking with
deep vibrations, I started to rock my hips. Twisting the comforter in my hands,
I began to scream for my release. He didn’t stop. I barely registered the
rumbling from his chest as I floated back down to earth. My eyes now opening to
a savage beast. He leaned over to bite my inner thing. I yelped in surprise. He
stood tall and proud stroking his long thick massive cock. His face still
glistening with my cum Nothing registered to this alpha. He had one thing on
his mind and that was sinking his gorgeous cock into my soaked pussy.
“You want this cock now, Babe? He spoke through gritted
teeth. Still stroking his cock he spit in his hand. Fucking hell.
“Please, Abel. I want you now.” I begged. I needed him now.
“Need to hear you say it, Babe. Tell me you want me to sink
my cock deep into you.” He whispered, his voice barely audible.
The grit in his voice had me wanting to grab his dick and
fuck myself with it. He was watching me closely, his control threadbare.
“Abel, fuck me with that big gorgeous cock of yours. Grind
that piercing over my clit.” I hissed. That did it! He couldn’t wait another
minute—neither could I. He teased the entrance with the head of his cock
agonizingly slow, paying special attention to my clit with his Apadravya. Back
and forth. Round and round. The pressure mounted. I couldn’t stand another
second of the exquisite torture. I leaned forward and grabbed his cock—hard.
“Stop fucking with me and take me already.” I hissed out my
plea. He answered by feeding me his cock one motherfucking inch at a time.
“I have to loosen you up a bit. I can’t go balls deep yet.
Let me work myself in there. Love my girl greedy for my cock. Have me harder
than fucking stone.” He spoke growled breathlessly. Leaning over me his eyes
hooded he fed me his delicious scorching cock. He leaned down over my face,
arms at either side of my head. His warm breath humming in my ear. His hand
reached down to stroke my clit.
“Come on, Babe. Open for me.” He rumbled. Thrusting a bit
harder and quicker I felt my body opening up for this mythical creature. My
eyes closed tightly and I tried to wrap my legs around his waist to lock him
into place.
“Not yet, Babe. I haven’t worked in my rings yet. I’ll tell
you when you need to hang on.” He nipped my ear.
I sighed. Fuck, I thought he was all the way in. Christ, I’m
not built for this kind of torment. I reached down to his butt cheeks and
clamped down with my hands…pulling him deeper to me. He corkscrewed his ass
over and over. I screamed my pleasure.
“That’s it, Mama. Scream for me. You’ll be doing a lot more
of that.” He proclaimed.
Biting my lip to stay present and not float away…I took a
mental screenshot of this moment. I felt so full. My walls stretched to
accommodate his girth. Each thrust he sank deeper. And I fell a little harder.
Yeah I was fucked. Literally. The sound of my blood pumping through my veins
roared in my ears. I couldn’t tell if it was my breaths or his. It was a
hodgepodge of ecstasy. He reached his hand over pinning them above my head.
“Arch your back for me, Babe, and spread those pretty legs
nice and wide. I’m going to own this pussy right the fuck now.” He gritted out.
I did as he asked completely submitting. After all this was what he asked for.
Complete and utter submission.
“That’s it, Babe. Offer me that sweet cunt.” He whispered.
How did he make my least favorite word sound like a fucking sonnet? I felt so
incredible—so alive. Our bodies in tune with one another. Rutting rhythmically
in a crescendo of lust. His frenulum rings hitting spots I’ve never sensed
before. He manipulated my body with expert precision. I regarded his handsome
face relishing beautiful man on top of me. His eyes bore into me with stealth
precision. Looking directly into my soul. He smiled wickedly kissing me deeply.
Arrogant prick. Yeah, he knew he was
the best ride in town. Fuck me.
Grinding my heels into the mattress to get better leverage I met him thrust for
thrust. He moved his fingers from my clit. His other hand still pinning my arms
above my head and pushed my right thigh up from under my knee. Hitting a whole
new angle I lost it. Screaming his name…my pussy clenched and squeezed his
cock. Jack hammering me a few good thrusts I felt his head swell further. He
released my hands rushing to his knees. After a few long strokes of his dick,
his hot thick ropes painted my tits and stomach with his come. Yeah, he was an
artist all right. His eyes were closed—mouth parted. His breathing hurried—body
still. He looked like a fucking God—absolutely stunning. I will never get this
image out of my head.
He opened his eyes finally…to see his handiwork. Abel
watched me closely. I smiled in post coital bliss. Blissed the fuck out. He
leaned over and on top of me kissing me with his full lips, coaxing my mouth
open with his talented wicked tongue. Not caring about the fact that his come
was smeared all over is body. Most men would mind. But, he wasn’t most men. I accepted with a moan. He kissed me for a
long while until sleep drew me under. I slept without dreams…just a piece of
colorful pastel swirls. If I had any conscience thought it felt much akin to
Alice and the rabbit hole. My body enveloped in his scent marking me right down
to the bone. I would forever be his…whether he knew it or not. His to control.
His to do with as he wished. His to consume…eating away at my very soul. I was
in that deep. My veins ran with his essence—fuelling nourishment my body
craved. His melodic gritty voice carried me to the surface of conciseness. It
was faint, but spoke to my heart—awakening me. I opened my eyes…seeking him
out. He was singing an acapella version of…? What song was that? I knew it
wasn’t one of Lethal Abel’s. I listened keenly…searching for any frame of
reference. Oh, I knew now! It was his version of Katy Perry’s Dark Horse.
His version had an edge to it. Nonetheless, it was beautiful. And more
importantly it was quintessential Abel. He mastered everything he did. It was
on his terms.
Make me your cubid
Make me your one and only
But don’t make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy
So you wanna play with magic
Girl, you should know what you’re falling for
Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse
Are you ready for a perfect storm, a perfect storm?
Cause once you’re mine, there’s no going back…
Oh, God. His version of reality was quickly
becoming mine. I laid back down and let his voice pull me back under again…swathing
me in his gravely tones—carrying me to him.
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