Title: Saving Abel (Rocker Series: One)
Author: Gina Whitney
Genre: Erotica BDSM
Expected Release Date: June 29, 2014
Expected Release Date: June 29, 2014
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.
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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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