Free Submissive Beauty by Eliza Gayle Page A

remain friends.
    “Gabrielle, I’d like to introduce you to my houseguest, David.” Thomas caught David’s raised eyebrow from the corner of his eye while watching Gabrielle for her reactions. A pink flush traveled up her neck and face as the implications of houseguest sank in. He could imagine her mind moving a mile a minute as she debated whether he’d been here the night before and overheard. She shot Thomas a quick glance before settling her gaze on David and giving him a soft, sweet smile.
    “It’s nice to meet you, David.” Both men had to strain to hear her response as she whispered and quickly cast her eyes downward.
    “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. David did not watch your punishment last night, although he likely overheard you when you came.”
    Her head jerked toward him, and her face mottled bright red even while her eyes sparked at him with a hint of anger. It was the cutest thing he’d ever seen in his life. Her embarrassment added to the experience even now as she sat there fully clothed, hiding her body from both of them—something she’d learn soon enough was not acceptable during their training phase. While David settled in his seat across from Gabrielle, Thomas longed to confirm her heightened state of arousal. Along with her embarrassed blush, her nipples had pebbled against her shirt, and the energy had ratcheted a few levels higher in the room. But he wanted the evidence of it on his fingers.
    Sitting next to her, it was easy enough to slide his hand under her skirt and rub her cream-coated slit.
    “Don’t.” The one word slid from her lips, catching him off guard. His hand stilled, shocked by her refusal.
    She hadn’t turned to look at him or David but instead stared down at her plate.
    “You would deny my touch, little one?”
    “No, but he…”
    “You think it matters to me that there is another man at the table? That my new submissive will only submit to me when it’s comfortable for her? Look at me, Gabrielle.”
    Her head turned slowly until her hooded gaze settled on his.
    “Stand and take off your clothes.”
    “But—”
    He narrowed his eyes and pursed his mouth. Fortunately, she clamped her lips together.
    “The proper response to that would be ‘yes, Sir’.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she managed on a shaky breath.
    “Good, then do as I say—right now.” He waited as precious seconds ticked by before she finally moved from her chair. He dared not take his gaze from her for a second. Even though David sat at the table watching, he wanted her to know that she was his total and complete focus.
    Her hands shook as she worked the buttons of her shirt, one at a time. Without even realizing it, her slow and nervous movements made this strip down all the more erotic. At this rate, she’d be lucky if they made it through dinner without a thorough fucking. When the last button was finally undone she slipped the fabric from her shoulders to reveal plump breasts with nipples so hard they stood at attention practically begging to be plucked. No doubt he’d be having a bite of those before the night was over.
    He returned his focus to her beautiful face where the lush lips and hooded eyes bespoke an inordinate amount of desire from one glance. With a small squeeze to her hand to reassure her, he nodded to her skirt. She unfastened her waistband, shimmied the fabric from her rounded hips and allowed the skirt to slide down her shapely legs. With her totally nude, he let her stand there and be observed because he wasn’t quite ready for her to hide her spectacular pussy underneath the table when she sat. She had the kind of body he loved from the flushed full breasts topped with dark protruding nipples to the rounded belly and wide hips he ached to touch again. He easily imagined his own harder body wrapped around her lush softness as it cushioned him in sleep. He wanted to see her like this all of the time, and if he had his way, she would never be covered.
    “What do you