Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel)

Chapter 124: Facing The Consequences For Going Against Him

Clairessa's POV I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around me, my damp hair pulled into a loose bun. The warmth of the shower still lingered on my skin as I walked toward the bed. But the moment my eyes landed on it, the lingering heat was quickly replaced by shock. Neatly arranged on the bed were a black lace bra, matching panties, sheer pantyhose, and a sleek, fitted office dress. My fingers brushed over the fabric. It was expensive-nothing like the office dresses in my closet, the ones I could afford. The design screamed sophistication and professionalism, but it was also undeniably sexy. I could already tell it would hug my body in all the right places and command attention. I hadn't brought any clothes to Gabriel's house, assuming I'd head home to change before work. But, of course, Gabriel had planned ahead. And from the look of things, he had gotten my exact size. I didn't have to wonder too much about how he knew. My eyes darted around the room, searching for him. Gabriel hadn't slept beside me last night. I had felt the emptiness next to me and assumed he had been working. And now... I found him. He stood in the corner, arms crossed, dark eyes smoldering, watching me. I shook my head, smiling. "Mr. Storm, watching me unaware seems to be your thing now." He smirked, looking effortlessly handsome in his crisp white shirt and black pants, already dressed for work. The fabric stretched across his broad shoulders, with the top button undone, giving him an irresistible edge. "My sweet, how could I resist when you come out of the shower dripping wet and sexy?" A shiver ran through me-not from the cold, but from the texture of his voice. "Mr. Storm, we have to get to work. Let's not start something we can't finish." His eyes glinted with playful intent. "Miss Hartwood, you know anything I start, I must finish." The command in his voice sent a delicious spark through me, especially because I knew he could back it up. "Come here," he ordered. And I came. That's when I saw it. Something small and pulsing in his palm. I frowned. "What is that?" Gabriel's gaze darkened. "Let's call this your pleasure, my sweet. And the best part? I can control it... right from my phone." My breath hitched as he held up a curved, silicone device-deep black with a single silver button. "Where... are those going?" I stuttered, already half-knowing the answer. "Inside you," he murmured, brushing his thumb over the silver control button. "It's going to pulse with every command I give it." Shock surged through me, and I stumbled back a step. "No... they're not." His smirk deepened. "Yes, they are." The cool metal of the silver button gleamed under the soft lighting, making my insides tighten in both anticipation and fear. "I can even change the settings right from my phone." He pulled it from his pocket and tapped the screen. The device came to life in his hand, vibrating with a soft, rhythmic hum that sent heat coursing through me. I gasped, shaking my head. "Gabriel, I-" "Think of it as punishment," he murmured, brushing his fingers over my lower lips. A soft gasp escaped me. "Punishment? For what?" "For not answering my calls, ignoring my texts, and shutting me out yesterday." My eyes widened. "What? But you forgave me!" He chuckled, low and dark. "I did, sweet. But as you know, actions have consequences." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Forgiveness doesn't take away consequences." "Gabriel..." My voice came out breathless, my body responding despite my attempts to resist. "How could I possibly function at work with that inside me?" "Well," he mused, tilting his head as if considering. "I guess we will find out." A deep ache throbbed inside me as he continued. "And this isn't just punishment, my sweet. It will also bring you pleasure. But there are rules." I met his gaze, a subtle tremor running through me. "What if I don't want to follow your rules?" A mischievous grin tugged at his lips. "My sweet, I'd advise you not to go against me." His lips brushed against mine. "Many have tried and failed. Besides, this is all for your utmost release and satisfaction." I shook my head, my breath uneven. "Gabriel, I haven't... I can't..." His hands framed my face, his touch firm yet soothing. "I know this is new to you," he murmured. "But trust me... you'll enjoy it." I wasn't sure what was more intoxicating-his confidence or the way my body responded to it. He stepped back. "Get dressed." Gabriel took a seat at the other end of the bed, spreading his legs slightly. I lifted my chin, batting my lashes as I met his intense stare with a seductive glance. I reached for the towel, running my fingers along the edges. Then I let it drop. Completely naked before him. A thrill shot through me at the way his eyes darkened, roaming over everynoveldrama

inch of me, hungrily drinking in the curves he had already claimed so many times. I stepped toward the bed where the lingerie lay waiting, fully aware of my every move. If he was going to tease me, make me squirm with that thing inside me, then I might as well play along. He wanted to break me? Fine. Let's see just how much control he really had. I picked up the lace panties, letting them dangle from my fingers before slowly bending at the waist to step into them. My bare ass was on full display, and I took my time pulling them up over my thighs and hips, adjusting them with an extra little wiggle. A ragged breath left him, and I held back a triumphant smile. Then the bra. I reached for it, arching my back just enough to make my breasts lift as I slid the straps over my shoulders, clasping it into place. I cupped them, adjusting slightly, ensuring they nearly spilled over the lace. I could practically feel him losing control-the way his breathing echoed in the room, the way he shifted in his seat. His voice was rough as he spoke. "Enough." I turned, feigning innocence. "Something wrong?" His eyes burned with pure possession. "Come here." He patted his lap in invitation. Desire coursed through me as I took a step toward him. Once I was close, his hands gripped my waist, guiding me down until I was draped over his lap, my body bent, my legs dangling off the bed. That's when I felt it. He was hard. Rock-hard.