46 | Sweeter Than Sin

"*Then, I finally knew what butterflies felt like because of you." - M. Firechild*.

**Third Person POV**

Sienna did not think this through before coming here, and now that her wildest fantasies of knowing Gabriel coming true, she was exciting and scared at the same time. Her insides were churning as a small tremor chased down her spine, and she shivered a little when his finger lightly treaded over her skin.
Goosebumps crowded as his hand travelled south, caressing her skin from the valley of her breasts to her navel and stopping a little short of her triangle.
She braced herself for his touch, down there, except Gabriel was nothing she could ever fathom. Surprising her, he retreated his hand and turned her around to face him.
His hot stare was fixed on one of her naked breasts as Sienna felt an urge to cover herself. It was more mechanical than habitual, but her brain recalled the sharp spank on her rear. She controlled her breathing with an effort and tried to act like a good submissive and be patient – even though she wanted to grab his T-shirt and demand he take her.
*Godammit*.
He fastened his mouth over her exposed peak, sucking her deep. His teeth sank into her tender flesh as the tip of his tongue flicked over her nipple, immersing her in a blistering combination of pleasure and pain. He, then, cupped her breasts in his big palms and teased her distended tips, alternating from one nipple to another — with his teeth, lips, and tongue.
Sienna was drowning in the sensations. Gabriel touching her was everything she had thought it would be and so much more. This newfound pleasure dragged her to some unknown places she had never experienced before.
She tossed her head back, clenching and unclenching her fists. It was her only defence against the need to wrap her hands in his hair and hold him to her. But it did not work for long.
All of a sudden, a low, humming moan slipped from her throat, and Sienna’s hands reached out to fists his hair. Her lithe fingers buried into his spectacular short hair while his face tongued her nipple. She felt the thrill straight to her clit.
Her back arched.
God, she wanted nothing but rub against him right now.
Sienna twisted her body, breaking his suction on her breast. “Gabriel…I…”
“Shh,” he quieted her.
The look in his eyes was fierce. He looked like a fearless man who was ready to defy God in order to satiate her pleasure. And every sin be damned in the world, Father Gabriel Sullivan was ready to make a deal with the devil in exchange for a night with this woman.
She was temptation, far sweetest than the one in the garden of Eden.
He grabbed her by the nape and tilted up her head slightly, exposing her neck to himself. “Lay down on the bed on your back,” he ordered.
Sienna stole a look over her shoulder when he loosened his hold and then dragged herself to the bed. She lay back and watched Gabriel approach her position. The smoky lust in his eyes was back as he stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down.
A finger tapped her knee. “Spread wider, as wide as you can go. Show me you can obey me, little lamb.”
*The thought was terrifying.
Appalling.*
Her skin burned with a tantalising heat. Still, Sienna managed to shyly part her thighs, craving his approval.
“Jesus,” he breathed thickly and then growled with impatience. “Wider! I want your sweet pussy splayed opened just for my touch so that I can taste you better.”
Her breath caught in her lungs. How long had she dreamt about hearing him command her?
Sienna spread herself wide, exposing every slick fold for his pleasure as she sucked in a quivering gasp when Gabriel cupped her mound. She was nothing but prickly stubble down there, with her labia freshly shaven and glistening. He trailed a finger over her outer lips and enjoyed the way she trembled under his touch.
“Oh.”
Gabriel smiled deviously.
“Not a sound except for a moan or whimper,” he dictated. Sienna watched his face in the faint light of the room, the hard lines on it and his lips almost cruel while his eyes were focused totally on her.
No one had ever watched her so closely, so intimately or so sensually. The knowledge was heady yet sent a curl of anxiety through her spine.
Gabriel slowly lowered his mouth between her legs and drew his hot, slick tongue through her swelling folds and up to her clit. Unable to stop herself, her hips arched as his lips captured her clit and sucked at the bundle of nerves.
Sienna cried out.
With slow, deliberate strokes, his tongue caressed and toyed, driving her higher and faster than she had ever experienced.
Gabriel could smell her and smelt like heaven. The delicate feminine scent was so intoxicating that every man hungered for it.
“Just one taste,” he thought t himself. God would not punish him for one taste.
And when he traced all the way from her clit to her cunt, there was no salvation that had ever tasted sweeter than this, and one test would not be enough.
The way he worshipped her pussy melted her. The way he knew her psyche undid her even more. God, how badly she wanted to please him, more than anyone else in her life. The feel of his tongue rasping over her sensitive flesh, trailing in long, sinful laps to swipe at her clit has her wailing.
“Not coming!” Gabriel warned gravely as the promise of a dangerous consequence lurked behind his tone. Sienna could only whimper.
She gasped out once again when he repeated his actions, arching higher and higher… needed more of his touch. She keened out with savage desire…begging.
“Please…Gabriel…” She panted, unable to form more words as his thumb prowled over her little button, and he stabbed his tongue inside her, all the way to her fluttering centre.
Then he eased back a little and then slid two fingers in her slick slit. “Look at me, girl,” he commanded, more like a dominant than a forbidden lover.
Forcing her heavy eyelids, she blinked as she desperately tried to focus.
“That’s a good girl.” He pumped his finger in and out, praising her, cajoling her. “My good little girl.”
A slow smile crept over his lips before he moved his thumb and concentrated his skilful tongue on her clit again. His unblinking stare held her captive just as he did her body, telling her without a word how much he was enjoining her distress.
Time and again, he brought her to the edge and pulled back when she was about to come. Sienna panted, her entire body tensing to hold her orgasm back. She fought as much as she could until he permitted.
“Come, sweetheart,” he whispered against her clit and watched her body unfurl.
The sensations overwhelmed her. With her fists, Sienna grabbed the bed sheet, her body arching and surging up to his demanding mouth. Gabriel prowled her pussy, probed every nerve, and shoved such electric pleasure on her that she wailed his name.
A wildfire of sensations crested and then threatened to drown her. Sienna rode on the waves and crashed against the bed—splayed and satiated.
Gabriel collapsed against the bed, panting and kissing her closed lips and her jaw. She was so gorgeous, more beautiful than any angel in heaven. And he could not deny for another moment how he felt.

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They lay in silence for most of the night until she stirred a bit in his arms and under the covers.
“I never have…oh, fuck.” Her throat was dry from all the moans and whimpers and shocking orgasms as Sienna curled to his side.
“I know,” Gabriel whispered, staring at the ceiling. His hand was curled against her breast. He still stroked and played with her nipples, almost mindlessly.
“Is this what you meant when you said that I can’t handle, that I’d cum only when you say?” She asked, murmuring against his jaw.
Gabriel smiled. “The term is orgasm denial. That’s just a trailer. If the dominant wants, he can drag out the orgasm denial for as long as hours until the submissive is exhausted.”
The idea was arousing. Sienna bit her lips as the fragment of her imagination conjured the scene. What she had experienced just now and then ten times over!
“What new hell is this?” She exclaimed. “I thought men prided on the fact that they can make their woman cum as many times as possible.”
“Vanilla men, yes,” he agreed. “For dominants, making a woman cum is not the only criteria. Making her body sing to his tune is the challenge. One should be able to know how to drag her to the edge again and again until you let her shatter.”
Her head nodded slowly. “Okay, that is news to me.”
“And then there is forced orgasms,” he added.
“Care to explain?”
“The submissive is made to go through multiple orgasms, sometimes coerced until her body is exhausted beyond function.”
“Isn’t that the whole point of sex? Orgasms?” She retorted innocently, making Gabriel chuckle.
“Both can be used as pleasure and punishment. It all depends upon the dominant and submissive.”
“Wow.” It took her a long moment to grasp and digest. “I am…speechless.”
He kissed her temple, tugging her closer t his body under the covers. “Everything is new to you, Sienna. That is why I did not want to go overboard with you. I don’t want you scared shitless.”
“Yeah.”
The way he handled her, despite being overtly experienced, caused to stir within Sienna. She recalled an incident in her past, swallowed in fear as she realised that she had never really revealed the complete truth to Gabriel.
He was still in the dark, under the impression that she was this young, innocent lass. But she wasn’t. Her past was darker than anything he could ever imagine, but Sienna lived with it.
However, Gabriel needed to know.
He pinched the side of her breasts, forcing all her attention on him and pulled her out of the trance. “What are you thinking?” He asked.
“Gabriel, I have something to confess,” she whispered. Her voice trembled with a bit of anxiety as she propped herself on one elbow and looked at him.
“What is it?”
“You are not the first man I have spread my legs for. There was another. I thought you should know that.”
The information rocked him to the core. More than that, it was the regret in her eyes that blazed a fire within him.
He sat up. “Sienna—”
She held up a hand and blabbered. “I was fifteen, and I was…”
“Who is it, Sienna?”
Even in the faintest of light, Gabriel saw the tears in her eyes. “Zane Abbott. Zak Abbott’s father and the man I’d have to marry a few years later.”

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