45 | Sweet Little Lamb

*"I dont like being played with unless it's with his fingers between my thighs orchestrating my moans." - M. Firechild.*

**SIENNA**


I wanted to learn the truth from him. Gabriel has been the man bold enough to speak his mind, but I never understood his reservation when it came to me.
He was taken aback by the question. The sudden silence was thick and electric with tension. I had not expected him to react so strongly to my simple question, and when I looked up at him, he seemed frozen, staring woodenly at me.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he countered. “Even if I stop being the man of the cloth, I’d still be your teacher. It is wrong.”
I shook my head and clucked my tongue. “You are not the first catholic priest to break a vow or first teacher to fall for a student. I am not forcing you, Gabriel, but the earth won’t stop spinning if you fall out of line. It doesn’t matter!”
“It matters to me!” His raised voice told me all that I needed to know. He was fighting with himself. “You have no idea what you are saying.”
I boldly grabbed his biceps to make him look at me. “You are lying,” I accused. “It has nothing to do with your priesthood or your position as the headmaster of Mount Carmel. It has something to do with dominance. You think I can’t handle you?”
His dark brows shot up, but his eyes were still guarded. “You don’t know what you are saying.”
“I am not a child; I am an adult. And between you and me, one of us has the ability to speak the truth.”
He sighed heavily and raked a hand through his dishevelled hair. “You are young and curious, Sienna, and that’s how usually things begin.” It seemed like he was having a conversation with himself and not me. “BDSM is not a joke. It’s not casual intimacy either. Two people require complete trust and honesty in order to be safe, sane and consensual. And you are in no position to consent.”
The condescending tone of his voice pissed me to no end. It was like the first day of Mount Carmel once again, with him taking my decisions for me.
“Fine.” I threw my hands in the air in frustration. “You don’t want to indulge, and I understand. But do not make this about me, Gabriel, because it is not. I have been hesitant and miserable for a long time, denying the indulgences that I should have explored, but I did not. I won’t do that anymore. I have every right to live my life the way I want.”
“This is a fine fantasy for you,” he contradicted. “Trust me, the reality is different.”
“So be it,” I snarled back. “If you can’t offer me the fantasy, I’d much rather explore with someone else.”
I did not intend to be petty enough to rile him up using another imaginary man to make him jealous, but to my luck, it worked. Gabriel’s eyes lit up in rage and then narrowed in slits. Instead of hot fury, his demeanour was as cold as ice.
His growling tone dropped down to a seething low and heavy warning. “The hell you will.” In a matter of seconds, he backed me against the wall with his hands caging my upper body and his artic gaze piercing into my skin.
Still, I refused to cower. “Oh, so you want to control me now?” I asked incredulously. “Make up your goddamn mind, Gabriel. I am not playing games. I have not taken up from home and left if I did not trust you completely. I would not be in this room even when you reek of alcohol from head to toe.”
Bu the time I had stopped ranting, I was breathless. Gabriel, too, was a little shocked. He touched my chin, pinching it slightly with his fingers. I calmly waited as he studied me and felt a thrill course through me as he shuddered with acquiescence.
Immediately, my eyes fluttered closed as I waited for him to kiss, ravish me in some way, but his soft chuckle made them spring open. He was smiling at me with something close to tenderness as he drew two fingers down my throat, hovering over my throbbing pulse.
“I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you.”
He looked into my eyes with a kind of intensity that was meant to scare me, and honestly, I sent a shiver of apprehension race across my skin, but before I could react, he was pulling away from me and stood tall.
“I want to know it’s like to be with you, to want the things you want. To experience it,” I said.
Why was saying it out loud so arousing? I felt the power of those valuable words pull my shoulders back and blaze behind my gaze.
“You want a taste of BDSM? Okay. I will give it to you.”
My mouth opened, and ready to spring a few words. It’s something in his face that arrested me. His hands flexed restlessly at the sides, and he rocked likely back and forth on his feet while his face – the devastating face I was coming to like entirely too much – stared at me with that wolflike hunger I had only called glimpses of before.
“You are not sarcastic, are you?” I asked, double-checking.
“No, but before that, I have some rules. They are non-negotiable and absolutely cast in stone.”
I nodded. “I am used to it.”
“No sex.” His eyes were hard, and his mouth set in a firm line.
“Seriously?”
He nodded. “I won’t do that to you when I am drunk.”
I knew I did not have much choice there, so I just sighed and affirmed with a slow nod. “Okay.”
He tilted up my chin so I could see his smile. And then, in a flash, he yanked my arms and pressed me against his chest. His mouth nuzzled into the crook of my neck, peppering delicate kisses along with the sensitive and quickening beats and murmured, “Your pulse is racing. What do you think I will do to you?”
Honestly? I could not think.
I pulled back to stare into his achingly handsome face while various ideas raced through my mind. When I opened my mouth, he dipped his thumb into my mouth so that I could gently suck on it.
“Tell me,” he demanded huskily.
Wildfire surged in his eyes, and I was suddenly determined to ignite them, to take hold of the passion he felt for me and coax it into a livid blaze. I was aware of his likings; even though I have known him for mere months, I knew how to touch him. I knew that he liked to be in charge, to dominate, but that did not mean that I could not seduce him.
“Feel me,” I managed to breathe, too timid to speak in the husky tones I imagined would better suit my sensual words.
I watched his eyes deep into the hollow between my breasts and Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. Gabriel stepped back, wedging a wide gap between us and stood determinedly with his hands folded in front.
“Take your clothes off. *Slowly*.”
I did not realize the mere command of stripping would come out so crisply that it would leave me breathless. With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned the sweater and shrugged it off. So far, it was the easiest step. I grabbed the hem of the tee and pulled it over my head, momentarily holding it in front.
“On the floor,” he said, reading into my hesitation. “Next time, I’d have you fold it neatly.”
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and scowl at him and moved on to the boots and jeans. Gabriel stepped up, encircling my stance and making me all the more nervous.
When I tried to around, he landed a sharp spank across my rear and stilled me. “Did I asked you to turn?”
My palm instinctively rubbed the spot he had just slapped as I opened my mouth to retort, and he quickly reprimanded, “Continue.”
I reached back and unclasped the hook of the bra, taking it off and dropping it onto the floor of heaping clothes. All the while, I could feel the heated gaze piercing into my naked back, which was only covered by a tiny thong.
*A bloody lacy thong. Dammit*.
This was the only stylish pair I had back home, and in a hurry, I had just put on what I found. In fact, my lingerie was not even matched! With a grace that I had never mastered, I managed to push down the skimpy fabric and stood naked before him.
Thank God for small mercies, but Gabriel could not see the unabashed crimson of my cheeks. I merely looked over my shoulder, waiting, contemplating.
He stepped closer, and before I knew it, his hand tugged at the scrunchie holding my hair in a messy bun. He let my hair unravelled down my back and slowly—sensually—brushed it aside.
His wet lips trailed along the curve of my neck, nipped a little with his teeth and issued another order. “Hands by your side.”
I quickly dropped them, my hands spurring into action long before my mind could comprehend.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Are you comfortable?”
“Uh. Yes.”
He grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged. Hard. “Sienna, I am going to ask you again. Are you comfortable?”
Shit. “I have never stood naked and…I am a little cold.”
The pain in my scalp relaxed a little though he did not completely let go. “You won’t be cold for long; I will take care of it. Honest answers from now on, or I am going to put you back in those clothes and send you to your dorm. Am I clear?”
“Deja-vu,” I murmured to myself, recalling my initial days at Mount Carmel and quickly answered him. “Yes, clear.”
His hum of approval reached my ears. “Now, my sweet little lamb, you are going to tell me how wet your little pussy is.”
*Umm…what?*
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