The Falling Page 6

  Chapter 5

  John slammed the car door shut as he quickly made his way into the manor. It was two o'clock in the morning, but he was anything but tired. The Brit was livid with anger, and those feelings were all directed toward his precious American. How dare kitten disobey his orders today? She was not only defiant once, but twice, and for what? A jog and a cheeseburger? Didn't Gillian understand what type of danger she was in? Wasn't being kidnapped by Galen and Pandora enough to make her more aware? Well, if it wasn't, tonight, would be Gillian's awakening. He hated to punish her, but that was exactly what his kitten needed and deserved for being rebellious.

  John abruptly waved away the servant who approached him as he walked through the great hall. He was not only pissed at kitten, but he was mad at Patrick for making it home before he did! The Irish bastard had lied to John and made sure that he got stuck in a meeting so he could reach Gillian first. John had watched his best mate and kitten on the cameras, enjoying each other sexually, and although the Brit hated to admit it, he had felt a ping of jealousy. The jealousy had not stemmed from the two of them engaging in the act necessarily, but he had not liked Gillian responding so openly to another man's touch. He also had not liked the look of love etched across Patrick's face. His American had clearly wanted Patrick, but could he really share kitten with his mate? Maybe John wasn't the right man for Gillian. What if kitten ended up loving the Irishman more?

  The dark, brooding British billionaire stopped in his tracks at that last thought. Leaning his back against the wall, he looked up and closed his eyes a moment as he took a deep breath. Who the fuck was he kidding? Of course, kitten could love Patrick more. Although his brother had lived the same fucked up existence as John, Patrick was the softer of the two men. Deep down, he knew Patty wanted a wife, kids, the works. The Irishman was also probably the world's most handsome man. John knew he was attractive, but women flocked to Pat like a moth to a flame. The Irish bastard was also not afraid to communicate how he was feeling. Gillian had already asked him to do more of the same. John hated dealing with emotional bullshit and often put his feelings on the back burner. However, kitten made John feel, maybe even a little too much. He couldn't seem to turn off his emotions when she was around. Fuck, John thought to himself, you can't even turn them off when she is on another continent.

  Shaking off the unfamiliar emotions and growing more pissed at his own weakness for Gillian, John ran an agitated hand through his ebony hair and resumed his stomping through the manor. His delicious kitten needed to be taught who was in charge. It was not only her blatant disregard for his wishes, but John had received word from Duff that they had received a mysterious box at the gates of Kenric Manor. His Scottish mate had gone through the box and informed John and Patrick of its contents: a video from Domenico and an even more macabre gift, a woman's pair of green eyes. John had not watched the video yet but could imagine what it said. The Brit had killed Geno's only son and the gift indicated that his kitten would be the target. John didn't want to tell Gillian about the box, but how else could he get her to understand what type of danger she was in? He would just have to beat submission into his feisty, defiant soon-to-be wife.

  Reaching the theater room door, John hesitated a moment. He knew his fiancée and best mate were in there, asleep. Maybe he should just talk to kitten about his feelings. No, John thought, if you talk, you'll just muck everything up. The Brit didn't want kitten perceiving him as weak even though, when it came to her, John hated to admit it, but he was just that. When he was away from her, the billionaire couldn't sleep, eat, or think of anything other than his American. Just today, he sat in a meeting with two females that he and his brother had fucked several times in the past. However, when one of them had insinuated that they get together later that evening for dinner, John had abruptly ended all dealings with her and her family and had thrown her out on her ass. He had called kitten to help calm his raging emotions, but she had been in the shower. John had immediately flipped on his home cameras and ended up jacking off to her luscious body at his desk. What the fuck was wrong with him? He knew what was wrong. John Kenric was in love.

  Throwing open the door, John walked into the room and watched kitten and Pat jerk awake. Before either could say a word to him, John jerked his beautiful American off the Irishman's lap and threw her over his shoulder. When she opened her mouth to talk, he slapped her bare ass with his large hand. Gillian abruptly stopped making any noise and was quickly carried to John's personal suite. She listened quietly to John and Patrick arguing in a foreign language as she tried to stop her body from shaking uncontrollably. John was clearly angry at her, and she had no idea why. Could it have been because she had slept with Patrick? Had she ruined her relationship with John? Fighting back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she hoped not.

  "What the fuck is wrong with you, Johnny?" Patrick yelled in Gaelic as he followed behind the Brit. "Look, if your pissed off that I ate her pussy—"

  "Fuck off, Pat!" John shouted over his shoulder as he slapped kitten's bare ass again. "My little American disobeyed not only one, but two, direct orders today! She needs to be taught a lesson and learn exactly who is in charge."

  "Can you blame her?" Patrick replied heatedly. "She's been trapped inside of this fucking manor for three days! She wanted a small taste of freedom, boyo. She's not used to being told what to do. You would do the same thing, Johnny, if the tables were turned."

  As Patrick talked, John hit a button on the wall beside the fireplace. Walking through the secret door, into a hidden room, the Brit abruptly dropped Gillian onto a king-sized bed, on her stomach. Before she could roll over, John shackled her ankles and wrists to the wooden bedposts. Slapping his kitten on one bare ass cheek again, John turned to Pat and asked in Gaelic through clenched teeth. "I can't believe you, boyo! You can stand there and defend her actions to me after receiving our little gift from Geno today? Did you forget what was inside? You say she's not used to being told what to do, that is exactly why she is being punished! There will be no flexibility when it concerns her safety. Now, you can stay and watch her punishment, or you can get the fuck out! Make your choice."

  Ignoring John's heated words, Patrick sighed loudly and shook his head in disgust. Why was his brother acting like this? He didn't understand why the Brit just didn't talk to Gillian and explain to her the mistake that was made. He wanted to unshackle her, but John was too pissed for him to interfere. Deep down, Patrick knew that John would not hurt Gillian and didn't think he would go through with the punishment. Plus, if Gillian was as stubborn as he thought she was, there was no way in hell that she would take John's shit. Maybe this would turn out to be more interesting than he had originally thought. As his eyes took in the image of Gillian's naked body, shackled face down on the bed, his dick immediately began to harden. The woman was breathtaking in chains!

  Quickly stripping off his clothes, John walked over to an antique, Louis XV armoire that contained a plethora of his "toys". Opening the door, his black eyes scanned the contents before he pulled out a double-sided paddle made of leather and fur and a pair of purple, vibrating balls. When he closed the door and turned around, his thick, massive cock immediately hardened when his eyes landed on kitten. The woman's wide, porcelain ass was up in the air, and her glistening pussy was spread wide for him to see. She was pulling against the shackles, attempting to escape. John closed his eyes for a moment as he fought for control of his emotions. It had been three days since he'd had the pleasure of slipping inside his kitten, but he had to teach her a lesson. When he was done, John would fuck her senseless. She may be angry at him for what he was about to do, but her body could not deny him.

  Walking over to the bed where she lay, John placed the objects down on the bed between her outstretched legs. He then sensually rubbed her calves before leaning over to place a kiss on each ass cheek. As he rubbed his bearded face against the petal soft skin, Gillian said in a small voice, "Bear, please talk to me. Are you mad a
t me?"

  Placing another kiss on both cheeks, John raised up and walked to the head of the bed. Her emerald eyes were full of worry and confusion as they met his. John then leaned down one more time to place a chaste kiss on her lips. As he once again walked away from her to the foot of the bed, he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Kitten, you disobeyed me today, not once but twice, and for that, you're going to be punished."

  "Disobeyed?" Kitten asked incredulously, unable to see what John was doing. "What are you talking about?"

  "Don't play dumb, kitten. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Think back to earlier today. What were you told to do?"

  "Told to do? I…" Gillian began, still confused, but then as if struck by lightning, she asked, "Is this about the cheeseburger?"

  "It's not about the fucking food, kitten," John growled, annoyed by the tone in her voice. "You were to come home directly after shopping, but you blatantly disregarded my command. You also went for a jog this morning on the property when you were explicitly told not to."

  "Are you serious, John?" Gillian asked, trying like hell to get her hands out of the shackles. "You left me three days ago, and now you come home yelling at me about not following your damn rules? There were at least fifty damn guards with me, plus Duff, when I went for a run and food! I—"

  Gillian words were cut off and substituted with a scream when the leather side of the paddle connected with her bare bottom. The skin burned and she fought against the restraints as the paddle connected with her backside again. Although Gillian was seething inside, her body betrayed her. She felt so vulnerable and exposed lying naked on the bed. Her pussy wept down her thighs and her vaginal walls ached and pulsed with need when John struck her a third time. Gillian would never admit it to the British billionaire, but his punishment was turning her on!

  John growled and gritted his teeth when his blackened eyes fixed on Gillian's glistening, vaginal folds. His hand immediately found his own erect cock and he began to stroke it, using long, slow movements. He then leaned down and ran his tongue up her shaved pussy lips as he enjoyed watching his American almost come out of the bed. His first three strikes had silenced her angry, indignant tone, but her body posture told John that she was still mad. Even though Gillian was angry at him, he could see and smell how aroused she was. Knowing his kitten was somehow enjoying her punishment, made his cock throb even more painfully. It would seem the good doctor had a taste for the naughty side of sex, and that made John happy.

  "Are you done, John? If not, then fucking get it over with," Gillian gritted out angrily, her bottom on fire. She could not believe the Brit was pissed about today, but more than that, she could not believe he was punishing her for it. She gasped loudly when she felt a cold, round object slip into her pussy before a second and third followed. "Patrick, help me!"

  "Yeah, Pat, help her," John said in Gaelic, turning to look at his best mate as he cracked his thick neck. He then tossed the small silver remote to the Irishman, who caught it in his hand. The British billionaire was livid! Kitten was showing absolutely no remorse for disobeying him and was even telling him what the fuck to do! It appeared that John needed to up the ante on his little, feisty American.

  "Patrick, don't just sit there! Untie me!" Gillian yelled as she fought against the restraints. She could not believe that the Irishman was just sitting there in the room and allowing John to punish her like this! So much for Patrick being someone she could trust! "And you said it wasn't just about sex, Patrick! You lied to me, dammit! I knew I couldn't trust you!"

  The Irishman clenched his jaw shut in a quiet rage when he heard Gillian call him a liar. Just like John, he was a lot of things, but a liar was not one of them. Getting up, Patrick walked over to the bed where he towered over the stunning beauty. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear, "A lie has never passed my lips, sweetheart, but yours just sealed your fate. You'll have to learn when to stop flapping them." The Irishman kissed her on the cheek once more before clicking the vibrator he was holding on low.

  As soon as the vibrator was turned on, Gillian's body stiffened with intense pleasure before John brought the hard, leather down on her bottom again. Her pussy poured as the vibrator was switched to a pulsing sensation and John's strikes began matching the quick, intense bursts. The magnificent, raven haired beauty gasped and cried out in rapture as she thrashed about on the large, plush bed. The vibrating sensations, combined with the paddling, had her body on the verge of an orgasm. Just as she felt the wave of pleasure cresting, the vibrating balls were turned off. She let out a profanity as the wave subsided and she was unable to find her release.

  "It wouldn't be a punishment, my dear kitten, if I let you come this soon," John said huskily before she screamed loudly in frustration. Bending over, he kissed both her red cheeks and rubbed his bearded face lovingly against the heat coming from the area. He could tell by Gillian's body language that she was at the point of breaking and bending to his will. The earlier fire and anger were replaced with pure lust and sexual need. It's about fucking time, John thought to himself. He was about to explode!

  Climbing up on the bed, John covered her body with his. As he did so, the Brit watched his best mate walk over to the bed and wrap one of Gillian's bound hands around his large erection. As kitten stroked Pat, John rubbed his thick, long cock against her soaking wet pussy lips before he eased the tip into her sweet, delicious ass. A shudder of intense pleasure coursed through his body as John closed his eyes and allowed himself to just feel. Nuzzling her neck, the Brit ran his lips along the pulse that wildly beat there. The purrs escaping her succulent mouth had John moving his dick in and out of her bottom slowly.

  "Tell me you'll obey me, kitten," John growled, feeling the vibrating balls begin to pulse again as he slowly rode her. Pulling her earlobe with his teeth, he said, "Give me your word, and the punishment will end."

  No longer being able to withstand the mixture of intense pleasure and pain, Gillian felt a tear escape her eye. The feel of John's cock in her ass combined with the vibrating balls in her pussy had her body on total overload. Not only was John bringing her pleasure, but Patrick was pulling at her nipples as he pumped himself inside of her hand. When Gillian felt her British lover's teeth nibbling on her shoulder, she heard herself barely whisper, "J-John, y-you win."

  "Say the words you know I want to hear, kitten," the Brit urged. He didn't know how much longer he could keep himself from coming in her tight ass.

  "I promise to obey you, John," Gillian breathlessly groaned, her own body betraying her by meeting his slow, wonderful thrusts.

  "Good girl, kitten. Now tell me you love me."

  Her blue-green eyes looked over her shoulder to find his. When their eyes met, she hoarsely replied, "I love you, Bear."

  "Fuck, I love you too, kitten," John groaned before he slipped out of her ass and placed a kiss in the center of her back. Looking at Patrick, the Brit removed the vibrating balls as he growled, "Help me undo the shackles, boyo. I need kitten, and I know you do too."

  Both men unlocked the handcuffs before Patrick climbed into the king-sized bed. Pulling Gillian up so she straddled his lap, Patrick eased her onto his throbbing, hard cock. As her soaking wet pussy was fully embedded on his dick, Patrick cupped her face and attempted to slam his mouth down on hers. When his mouth was only inches away from hers, Gillian quickly jerked her head away from him, avoiding his kiss. His turquoise eyes took on an almost silver hue as a mixture of raw lust and rage shot through his chest.

  Gripping Gillian's ebony hair in his hand, Patrick jerked her head forward to his. She immediately put her hands on his chest to stop his actions, but he licked her bottom lip before running a trail of kisses to her ear. There, he whispered, "You can be pissed at me all you want, but I have never lied to you. You may not want my kiss, but your body wants my cock inside of it."

  Gillian's hands instinctually slid up Patrick's chest and into his hair when the Irishman's hands slipped
under her bottom and began to slowly lift her up and off his dick before embedding himself fully back inside of her. Her ebony head fell back, and a moan escaped her lips at the Irishman's mouth on her neck and shoulders. Her body was on fire and she feared that the two men together would consume her very soul. Somewhere inside, she was furious at John and Patrick for the punishment, but every inch of her heart and body wanted these two men inside of her. Tomorrow, she could be angry at them; right now, she wanted them. Pride be damned, Gillian thought, I can regret my actions later.

  She looked over her shoulder as John crawled up on the bed behind her and brought her back to his chest. He playfully bit her shoulder and neck as one scarred hand played with her breasts and the other found her clit. The friction of John's fingers and Patrick's cock had Gillian ready to explode. She felt her body getting closer and closer to the edge when John softly commanded in her ear, "Don't you dare come yet, kitten. I would hate to punish you again."

  The hand on Gillian's chest traveled up her neck and face to turn her head toward John's. When he went to kiss her lips, the American abruptly pulled from him. Rage coursed through his massive body at her blatant refusal of the kiss. His little kitten clearly had not learned her lesson. He roughly jerked Gillian off Patrick's cock before turning her around to face him. She gasped in total surprise before John's mouth slammed on hers in a hard, demanding, passionate kiss. As his tongue mated with hers, his large hand painfully slapped her bright red ass cheek on one side then the other.

  Breaking the kiss, his lips hovered only inches from hers. Through clenched teeth, John growled, "I want you to listen closely to me, kitten. You will never deny me access to any part of your body! Every single inch now belongs to me. You can hate my fucking guts, but we don't carry that anger to bed. Do I make myself clear?"