Sensation

Fallen [Part 2]

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Fallen [Part 2]

"M-my name is Gabriel!" I stammered out just as the true impatience in his eyes grew to be even more distinct. The slightest relief overcame the doubtful knot in my stomach; at least I'd get to retain my life a little longer, even if the span had dwindled down to a few ticking minutes. He cocked his head in what I assumed to be curiosity, his dark eyes briefly scanning over my state of undress. It was impossible to not notice when his sights set on my flaccid member. I guess there was a first time for everything, because as my hands flew to block further view, my face became hot with a blush.

His smirk hadn't faded.

"Why are you here?" I was finally prepared to give an understandable response when he continued, "and why are you naked?" His voice had dropped an octave, and became huskier than it had been before. Shame filled me, as my body unwillingly shared the same lust for him - even clothed - as he had for me, nude. At this, I was dumbstruck. How was I to explain my situation? Even if an explanation - whether truthful or a lie - miraculously came to me, the factor that he wouldn't believe me still remained; and that would've hightened my risk of having my life so mercilessly stolen from me.

"I...I was r-robbed," I fibbed nervously. With a look of suspicion, he bought it.

"Doesn't explain why you're here," he grunted, cautiously lowering his gun, soothing my anxiety. I was sure I began to visibly look healthier as he pointed the deadly end towards the black carpeted floor beneath my bare feet.

"I had no place to go..." I explained, "so I..stole this card from the lobby," I held the silver card up in which he immediately snatched away for a beady examination. He slightly nodded as he recognized the room number.

"I understand completely."

I sighed in relief; I'll see another day!

"Great. Thank you so much, sir. I really do apologize for the --"

"However, there is something I don't understand.." a deep, throaty chuckle had my legs ready to give out completely. Jesus forgive me, but his voice was so sexy... An hour on Earth and I was already using such a vulgar term. I could practically feel the vibrations emanating from his broad chest. He advanced on me before I could comprehend the whole ordeal, and I was forced into the corner.

His handsome face was inches from my own, and his full lips threatened to ensnare my own as he glanced between them and my confused eyes.

"Why the hell would you lie to me about being naked?" From the weakening in my legs as his lips brushed my own, and the threatening tone, I could decipher the accusation in his voice; he was insinuating that I came here naked on purpose. That I wanted..sex. Internally, I panicked. What was I to tell him now?? Even if lied, he'd most likely know of it once again. My eyes drifted downward, to the pitch black, threat of violence gripped tightly in his hand. I guess murdering me was still an option, too..

"Do you even know where you are?"

I blanched as he pushed me further into the corner, his body now pressed completely against my own. I could feel everything. His muscled chest and torso against my own lean body...his large, clad erection pressed against my knuckles that hid my own shame-ridden length. Scared out of my mind, the rapidly increasing lust I had for him both excited me and unraveled my nerves. Seeing as I was an angelic being who followed the rules of the bible without question, I had never experienced such feelings. Lust was prohibited and labeled as sinful, so I dubbed it as unacceptable - but now, with this new beginning on Earth, I was witnessing it in a new light.

I choked down the lump forming in my throat.

"No.." I whispered, staring at his chest.

Suddenly, my wrist was clasped by his large hand, and, instantly, I was at war with myself. A small chunk of my self control and inexperience told me to rip my wrist away from this man, and run in the other direction. But the greater proportion of my body reveled in the dominance he had over me and was blatant to show. I wanted so badly to submit, yet I didn't. I was whisked away into a large room full of red, black, and dashes of white. A bed resided in the middle of the room. The loose sheets laid atop it were a crimson red - this was accentuated by the rest of the decor of the bed. The headboard was a pitch black, along with the pillows placed right against it and the fitted sheet.

On the black nightstand adjacent to the bed was a purple bottle labeled as 'Lube'.

"This...is the specialized Dungeon Suite, Gabriel," he explained briefly, pushing me in front of him, yet his hold on me did not loosen. Instead, his rough hands relocated to my hips. His stance behind me was...convenient. Now, the man's erection was pressed against the crease of my bare bottom. I've already been corrupted, haven't I? And I've barely had any interaction...depressing.

"B-But where am I?" Stammered my fear-ridden self unconsciously. Sure, I had known the name of this building, but after my 'chat' with this monster of a man, I had a feeling there was a second meaning to the seemingly innocent name.

"Why, you are at The Lodge, Gabriel - world renown BDSM hotel."