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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Pandora's Box 18 (Mf Mff MMf rom ws exhib bdsm)
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Date: Mon, 01 May 2006 06:10:02 -0400
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Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Mmm?"

"Well... you're only _sort of_ dressed for going out. The tennis shoes...
they don't go, y'know? And if we're going to one of those, uh, 'gothic'
clubs, I, um, honey, I don't _own_ anything black. The only black dress she
ever let me wear was..." Her face darkened momentarily, and she looked out
the window. "Was to my Grammy's funeral. And I... um... I burned it,
afterward," she finished softly.

Gabriel smiled. "So what you're saying is, we need to go shopping?" He
grinned. "Okay. We can go to one of the places Lissa liked."

She looked at him, a bit nervous. "O-oh? Um, like where?"

Gabriel shrugged. "Just a store that caters to goths. I think I'll like the
clothes they have for you."

She twisted a bit of hair around her finger, tugging at the soft brown curl
nervously. "Like what?"

Gabriel smiled. "Just... clothes. But they'll look good on you. Corsets,
miniskirts, that sort of thing..."

She frowned, looking away from him. 

"What's wrong, honey?"

She gave a little shrug, still avoiding his eyes. "It's okay."

Gabriel frowned. "No, tell me, love. What is it?"

"Well... I thought you liked... you said I wasn't... do you really think I
need a corset?" she blurted, unable to keep the hurt out of her voice.

"Huh?" He blinked, confused, then laughed. "_Need_? Oh, _hell_ no, love.
You already look like you're wearing one. But if we put you in one... well,
trust me. It'll be nice. Really nice."

"But why, if you don't think I'm too big? I mean, they're for making you
look smaller, right?"

"Sometimes. And sometimes they're for... emphasizing... what you already
have. Look. You like the way I look in a regular shirt, right?" he asked.

She looked up at him, surprised. "Of course."

Gabriel grinned at her. "And how would you like it if I was wearing a shirt
made out of the same material as the pants?"

She blushed. "I'd like it. But... it wouldn't be _changing_ you. It'd just
be showing more of you."

Gabriel nodded. "And that's pretty much what the corset will be doing with
you. It won't actually be changing your shape, not much. It'll just
emphasize it." He grinned. "And unlike _most_ women who wear corsets,
you'll be able to breathe."

She looked at him skeptically. "That's not _my_ experience with them. It
_hurt_. I thought I was going to pass out before the shoot was over."

He raised his eyebrows. "Just how tight did they have it? What, were they
trying to get you to a ten inch waist, or something?"

"Eighteen," she sighed.

Gabriel shook his head. "Idiots. I'll make you a bet."

"Mmm?" She sounded cautious.

"You let me buy you stuff, and you wear it, and when we're done you'll not
only be more comfortable than you were on the shoot, you'll look better,
too."

She snorted. "That wouldn't be hard. I was frying to death under the
lights, and I looked like a two-dollar whore," she said, a touch of
bitterness in her voice.

"You won't look like a whore." Gabriel's voice was firm. "I promise."

She shot him a grateful smile. "I don't know... I _did_ see some of Tandi's
friends, you know..."

"Oh?" he asked.

"Um... they weren't exactly _modest_. They... dressed for attention," she
said tactfully.

Gabriel grinned. "I never said it would be modest. I said you wouldn't look
like a whore. Trust me?"

She looked at him seriously. "You know I do."

"Then don't worry. You'll look good, but not trashy," he said.

She thought about it for a moment. "I'm not worried, really. As long as you
like the way I look... well, that's what's important to me. If you wanted
me to be thinner, I'd get that way. If you wanted me to dress slutty... it
wouldn't hurt me to do so. It's the idea of... of _not_ being what you
actually want that bothers me."

"You're exactly what I want. I just want to show you off." He looked
thoughtful for a moment. "You love your instruments, right?"

"Of course." She blushed. "I mean... not like people or anything. I'm not
_that_ shallow. It's just that they've been my... my escape. My pleasure."

Gabriel nodded. "And the Stradivarius, for example, is exactly what you
want. So would you rather store it in a plain wooden cabinet, or in a
display case with appropriate lighting to show it off?"

She answered without hesitation, "Wherever he'd be happiest."

Gabriel bit his lip, looking suddenly uncertain. "Do you... not want to be
shown off?"

"I don't mind, if it's what you want. And..." She hesitated for a moment.
"And well, if you don't leave me alone. I wouldn't feel safe without you.
But Gabriel... do you honestly _want_ people to look at me more? I kinda
thought it would bother you."

Gabriel frowned. "Um... sort of? It's... well, knowing that you're mine and
they can't have you..." He flushed in embarrassment.

Pandora smiled and reached across the wide leather seat to rub his thigh.
"They can't," she said firmly. "I don't mind, I told you that. What you
want..." Her hand gently ran up and down his thigh, and her voice grew
husky. "What _ever_ you want..."

Gabriel swerved, nearly running off the road. "God, Pandora. How the hell
do you _do_ that? There's no way I ought to be interested after the last
twenty-four hours, but..."

She leaned closer, her fingers trailing up his inner thigh and over his
suddenly hard cock. "Please? I want you... there's a full seat in back, and
the windows are dark."

Gabriel licked his lips. "Aren't you too sore?"

"_Please_?" She shuddered, nipples hardening visibly through the thin
dress, and rubbed her legs together unconsciously. "I need you so much...
please, Gabriel, I'll do anything you want..."

"Love?" He pulled into a parking lot and stopped the truck. "Do you
actually want this, or is it my aura again?"

Pandora fumbled desperately with her seat-belt and slid over to him as soon
as it released her. "I don't _care_," she said, pressing against him. "It
doesn't matter why I want it, I still _want_ it."

Gabriel licked his lips. "Okay."

She gave him an angelic smile and started unbuttoning her dress, not caring
if she was visible to passing cars or anyone else.

Gabriel lowered his head, sucking her nipple into his mouth as soon as it
was uncovered and squeezing her other breast with his hand.

"Oooooh god yes! So good.... Beautiful..." She wrapped her arms around his
head, holding him to her and arching her back. "I want you so much, need
you, anything, _anything_!"

Gabriel pushed on her chest gently. "Lay down and spread your legs."

Pandora fell back, leaning against the door, obligingly spreading her legs
wide. One high-heeled foot was propped on the dash, the other hung over the
back seat. She reached down and ran two fingers along her dripping wet
cunt, moaning. "Please, oh please..."

Gabriel leaned forward, licking at her clit. He gently slid one finger into
her cunt, pressing carefully up and against her g-spot, and rubbed in
circles. "Come for me," he said, before sucking her clit into his mouth.

She gave a strangled scream as she shoved up against his mouth, coming hard
and suddenly, almost violently. She buried her hands in his hair, pulling
hard, urging him up her body. He slid up, and she wrapped her legs around
him, groaning in frustration when she realized there just wasn't room to
accomplish her goal. "Oh god, please please..."

Gabriel pulled back. "Sit on my lap," he said, unbuttoning his pants and
pulling his cock out.

She scrambled around, shoving her dress the rest of the way off as she
crawled onto his lap, straddling him, reaching for his cock and pressing it
up against her slick, open little cunt. He thrust up into her, hands on her
hips, as he kissed her hard, his tongue wrestling with hers.

She screamed against him, her hot cunt squeezing him, and returned the kiss
hungrily, teeth nipping at him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders
even through the shirt. "Ohhhh fuck yes, _yes_, hard! Fuck me fuck me, oh
harder please please!"

Gabriel shoved her down hard with his hands, forcing his cock into her as
deeply as possible. "Come for me, love. Come!" His fingers tightened on her
waist. "Coming!" he said.

She cried out sharply, throwing her head back and arching her back, her
breasts thrust towards his face. "Oh YES!" She ground herself down on his
cock, her cunt fluttering wildly around him, and he could feel the shock of
her orgasm through the bond they shared, intensifying his own orgasm,
pushing him further, higher.

He bent his neck and bit her nipple sharply, his tongue flicking over the
tip, as he came inside her hard.

Her nails dug into the back of his neck as she held him to her. The sharp
pain of the bite drew a hard shudder from her, making her come even harder
before falling back against the dash, held up only by his hands on her
hips, moaning in sated pleasure.

Gabriel leaned forward, licking at the drop of blood welling up where he
bit her, and rested his head on her chest for a moment before straightening
abruptly. "Oh, my god!"

Gabriel's horrified eyes met the amused gaze of the driver of an even
larger truck who'd pulled along side... and quite obviously stayed for the
show. The man looked at Pandora's naked body with hot lust for another
second, then gave a smiling thumbs-up and pulled away.

"Mmm?" Pandora asked, without opening her eyes.

"We just... right here, where anyone could see." He swallowed. "And
somebody was watching."

She sat up, hands going to cover her breasts, and turned bright red, her
face a mask of horror. "_What_?"

Gabriel nodded jerkily. "He just drove off. Oh god... what the hell
_happened_? I just... stopped thinking..."

"I... I..." Her face was horrified, and she looked paler every second.	"oh
god," she whispered, burying her face in her hands for a moment. Then, in a
spurt of panic, she scrambled off of him and grabbed frantically for her
dress before diving over the seat into the back and huddling there
practically in the floor.

Gabriel glanced around, quickly checking for cops, and crawled back with
Pandora. "Love, it's okay." He reached for her, pulling her close. "Really,
it's okay."

She wouldn't look at him, wouldn't raise her head at all, but he could see
the tears, and feel the horrified embarrassment, the shame radiating from
her.

"Love... why are you so upset? We wanted each other so much we lost
control... that's not completely a bad thing. We just need to work on it so
that it's 'almost lost control'." He stroked her hair. "Talk to me?
Please?"

Pandora looked up at him, eyes glistening and cheeks wet. "I... it wasn't
'we'. It was me. I asked for it, started it, and I... I didn't even _care_
where we were. You c... could have told me half a dozen people were going
to watch, and it wouldn't have _mattered_! Oh god... I feel like such a
slut..."

Gabriel shook his head, sharply. "It was we. I didn't care either. I'm
not... I don't know what happened. I just... lost it." He looked down at
her, and an absent smile appeared on his face. "_Damn_, it was good though.
Wasn't it?"

She nodded, her eyes going back to the floor. "That's... that's what's so
scary."

"Why?" He stroked her hair. "Because it might happen again? I think... in
the future, we'll be able to control ourselves. It was just so... so
unexpected." He tilted his head slightly. "I wonder... I felt you come.
Could I have been feeling my aura affect you?"

"_You_ might be able to control yourself, but I... oh god. I _meant_ it
right then, when I said 'anything'. You... you could have said you wanted
to have me spread out on the hood and pass me around to the spectators when
you were done and I... I would have agreed, just to get what I wanted." 
She shuddered against him.

Gabriel looked puzzled. "What happened? Was I doing it again, or was it
something else?"

"I... don't know. I _needed_ you. It'd been so long; I just needed you to
touch me..."

Gabriel frowned. "That's... that's not good. That sounds like... like
you're addicted to me."

She nodded fearfully, shivering against his chest. "I'm afraid of what I
might do," she whispered.

"I... I don't know how to fix it, either. I mean, it's only been a day..."
He swallows. "The... the obvious solution... I can't."

"I don't _want_ it fixed!" There was no doubting the strength of her
assertion, but after making it, she looked back down, confused. "I just...
I'm scared."

"But... what about school?" He stroked her hair, sighing. "I mean, it's
only been a couple of hours..."

"I... I don't care. I don't want to change a thing about how I feel about
you. It's more important to me than anything."

Gabriel shook his head. "No, love. I can't be everything, not if you're
going to be healthy. There has to be more than just me."

"I didn't say nothing else was important. Just that you were most
important." She looked at him, confused, a touch hurt, and asked
hesitantly, "Isn't... isn't that what love is supposed to be?"

Gabriel nodded. "I misunderstood, then. I just... I don't want you getting
hurt. I couldn't stand it if I hurt you."

"You won't hurt me. I might hurt myself, but if so... that's my fault, not
yours."

"But if I love you, shouldn't I try to keep you from getting hurt? And if
you can't go for more than a couple of hours without sex..." He looked
troubled.

"Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it's just because it's so _new_." She
smiled at him shakily. "I mean, I _am_ a teenager. And... it's really,
really _good_. If hormones weren't a powerful motivating force over brains,
there wouldn't be so many teenagers getting pregnant. It just... hit me
hard. Maybe because I... I love you so much, and the, um, metaphysical
stuff just makes what's normal even worse."

Gabriel looked thoughtful, nodding. "Okay, I guess that makes sense. You
think it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been here?"

"I _know_ it wouldn't. It's just that I can't look at you without thinking
about... things." She blushed. "Then I start wanting you so badly..."

Gabriel smiled. "Well, I can't really blame you for that. I have the same
problem." He kissed the top of her head. "Maybe we're just not used to how
strongly we feel."

She cuddled close to him. "Yeah," she whispered. "But..." She looked up at
him. "Seriously, I... I _need_ you to know how... how desperate I can get.
I won't ever get mad at you for taking me up on anything I offer, but... I
need to know that at least one of us has some sort of control, that you
won't... won't let me do anything that... that either of us couldn't live
with."

Gabriel looked at her soberly. "If that's what you want, then I'll do
everything in my power to make sure you don't. But you need to be sure to
tell me when we come close to doing something you couldn't live with,
okay?"


She looked up at him, troubled. "But... that's what I'm saying. I don't
know that I _could_. I trust you, though, to... to take care of me."

"I meant afterwards. If we've done something that comes close, let me know,
so that I won't let it go further than that. Make sense?"

She nodded slowly. "Okay, I guess, if that's what you want."

"I do. Especially... communication is important. Really important." He
kissed her head. "Especially if we're going to try some of the things you
said you were interested in."

Pandora shuddered, pressing close to him. "I want you to. Don't ever think
I don't. But the thought that I would do _anything_... that scares me, you
know? I mean, with you... _just_ you... there's not much that'd bother me.
But in public, that's different."

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. I understand."

She nuzzled against his chest. "But I trust you. You won't let me get
hurt," she whispered, looking up at him, eyes questioning.

"I won't let you get hurt." He held her close. "Not if I have any choice.
Never."

She sighed happily against him, resting her head on his chest and closing
her eyes, trusting and content.

Gabriel stroked her hair, holding her for several minutes, before
reluctantly saying, "We should probably get dressed."

She sighed again and smiled wistfully up at him. "Yeah... I guess you're
right. Then shopping, I guess." She slid off his lap and reached for her
dress, and slipped it on. Then she looked at him with a blush and a slight
frown. "Um... could we go by the house first?"

"I guess so... why?" he asked.

The blush intensified. "Um. I need to... you know... clean up," she
mumbled.

Gabriel smiled. "Lean back."

She cocked her head, confused. "Why?"

"So I can clean you up."

Her face went bright red and her eyes widened. "Wh-what? Ohhhh Gabriel,"
she whispered huskily, then shivered before shaking her head. "No, you
don't have to... to do that. I won't take long, just a quick wash."

"I like to..." He licked his lips, looking at her.

He could see the war between will and desire in her eyes, and he could see
when desire won, even before she lay back, letting the short skirt slide
down her thighs as she pulled her knees back.

Gabriel leaned forward, licking at her thighs, lapping up the cum that had
run down them before he moved up to lick at her labia. He lapped at them
gently for several seconds before using his fingers to gently pull them
open and licking at the opening to her cunt as the cum trickled out. His
movements were slow and deliberate, and he took care never to lick high
enough to brush her clit. By the time he had lapped up all the cum, she was
vibrating with tension.

She grabbed at his hair, holding him to her. "Oh god... please... please
don't stop!"

He didn't speed up, or change his movements in the slightest way, bringing
her ever so slowly closer and closer to her orgasm without ever letting her
relax, just a steady climb, one tiny increment after the other, until every
muscle in her body was tense and her hands in his hair were pulling
painfully. His hair curled around her hands, tugging on them just enough to
relieve the pain, and he could hear her whimpering in need. He didn't give
her what she needed immediately, continuing his slow, gentle licking, until
the whimpering had merged into a high-pitched keening, and then he slid his
thumb over her clit as his tongue snaked lower, flicking across her ass.

Pandora squealed, wrapping her strong legs around him tightly. "Oh god
_please_!"

Gabriel's thumb made tiny little circles on her clit as his tongue probed
at her ass, the point tracing circles in the opposite direction of his
thumb, occasionally licking across. Her back arched, and she actually
raised up slightly, giving him better access, and he slid his other hand
under her, supporting her. Her sudden scream as she came was unexpected,
startlingly loud in the confined space, but he didn't let it stop him,
pressing his tongue in, his thumb speeding up and pressing harder on her
clit. His muscles tensed as his hand suddenly took her entire weight as her
legs pulled up and back, but didn't stop, fucking her ass with his tongue,
and he managed to slide the tip of his thumb across her clit, provoking
another scream as she came again, twisting and sliding off of his hand. His
tongue slipped up and into her cunt as she fell, and she doubled over,
coming again suddenly, before she fell back, limp.

Pandora moaned weakly, only half conscious and still flushed with pleasure.

Gabriel raised up, smiling. "Better now?"

"Mmm..." She moaned again, shivering, as she moved her legs gently, then
giggled. "No. I think you made things even messier. God, we're going to
_ruin_ your new seats!"

Gabriel grinned. "Why do you think I didn't get cloth seats? Leather
_sucks_ in this heat, but at least it doesn't stain."

She giggled again. "True. But now I _really_ need a shower."

"Why?"

"Because not only am I even more... um..." she blushed, lowering her eyes,
"squooshy... but now I'm all sweaty too. Sweatier. And wrinkled and
rumpled. _Everyone_ would know what we were doing."

He nodded, sighing. "Yeah. I guess that's a bad thing."

She reached out, touching his arm with a hesitant, gentle touch. "Um... if
that's what you _want_, I... it'd be okay," she said, blushing brightly.

Gabriel hesitated, then shook his head. "It's probably not a good idea."

She looked at him seriously. "But... do you want it?"

Gabriel flushed. "Well... I mean, I know I shouldn't brag, but... who
_wouldn't_ want to brag about you?"

Her eyes didn't leave his face. "Is that it? Or do you just like the idea
of... claiming me, marking me?"

Gabriel started to answer, then frowned and looked away.

She reached up and touched his cheek, turning him back to face her. Her
eyes were soft. "Gabriel... it's alright. I'm yours. I'm here." She
caressed his cheek. "And I'm willing."

"But... I shouldn't feel like that. It's not right to treat you like...
like..." He refused to meet her eyes. "Like a possession."

"I'm yours," she said simply. "I don't mind."

Gabriel looked down at her. "You're sure? It's okay?"

Pandora took his hands in hers, drawing them up and placing them against
her, one held to the side of her neck, the other where she could rub her
cheek against it. "I'm yours," she whispered again, trembling.

Gabriel pulled her up, holding her to his chest tightly. "God, I love you."

She held tightly to him and offered shyly, "I... I like belonging to you, I
think. I never... thought about it, considered it, but... I do."

Gabriel squeezed her. "God. Thank you."

She pulled back enough to smile up at him. "Why? If I like it, too? We're
both getting what we want, not just you."

"I guess you're right." He smiled back. "But it still probably wouldn't be
a good idea for you to go out like this. You're still underage, remember?"

She looked suddenly chagrined. "Oh. I forgot. Damn it... it isn't fair! I
don't want to... to hide. Like we're doing something _wrong_. It's so
_stupid_!"

"I know. Dammit, it's not fucking fair!" He sighed. "But we have to deal
with it. It still sucks."

She bit her lip. "We... could leave. Go to... to Europe, or South America,
or someplace where people wouldn't know how old I am and wouldn't care if
they did."

Gabriel hesitated, then shook his head, slowly. "That wouldn't be fair to
you, because there's no way we could take Tandi."

Sharp pain flickered across her face and she sighed. "You're right. I
wasn't thinking. I can't leave my sister... she needs me."

Gabriel smiled. "You need her, too."

She looked up at him curiously. "That really doesn't bother you? I mean...
well, Tina gets mad if her boyfriend picks his family over her for
_anything_. She flat out said that once you have a fiance', it's time to
give up other connections. I know that's messed up, but... a little bit, it
makes sense, sort of."

Gabriel shook his head. "I don't agree. It's a matter of priorities, not
giving up other connections."

"I think she meant... well, _time_. She thinks that his time should be all
hers." Pandora's eyes grew sad. "I can't really blame her... she never got
any time at all from our parents, so of course she wants someone to give
her that kind of attention, you know?"

Gabriel nodded. "I guess so. I just don't feel that way." He shrugged. "I
just don't."

"I'm glad, but... it's kind of confusing. I mean... I thought I'd figured
out how you felt, what it'd take to not upset you, then this stuff comes
up, and I don't understand after all." She pulled away enough to smooth her
skirt out and run a hand through her hair.

Gabriel gave her a wry look. "Well, I don't really understand either. I
mean... I know what I feel, but I keep running into thinks like the... the
wanting to mark you, and..."

"And?" she prompted softly.

"And I don't understand it. It's just... there. All I know is..." He looked
at her. "I want you to be happy and fulfilled. Whatever it takes..."

She smiled at him. "But I am. I wish we didn't have to hide, but... it's
not that important, if it doesn't bother _you_."

"It bothers me. I don't like having to act like I'm ashamed of you, because
I'm not." He shrugged. "But there's nothing we can do."

"Then... I'll find a way to make them let me marry you. I don't know
what... but something, somehow."

"Honey... be careful. Don't get hurt." He looked worried. "They sound like
they'd be vindictive."

"I don't know. Mom, maybe. Dad might just be happy to get rid of me, but...
well, she makes the calls, you know? She's so... she has to be in charge,
and he just goes along. She might want revenge, but... she won't do
anything to risk her own status. So she can't hurt me too bad, because a
lot of her status is _based_ on me. She can't put me down too much without
putting herself down, too."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

She nodded with apparent certainty. "I'm sure. If I go 'bad' she won't want
anyone to know about it, so she won't smear me or do anything to draw the
public eye."

Gabriel bit his lip. "What about Tandi? Would she get the fallout?"

Her eyes grew cold. "Not unless they want to be totally, completely,
utterly socially ruined. I don't like making threats. I'm not that kind of
person. But I won't let them hurt her, and if they try... I'll use
everything I have to make them pay, and I'll make sure they _know_ that,
right up front."

He looked at her. "Can you? Without destroying what you're after, I mean?
Do you have something other than our relationship?"

She stared at him a moment, then burst out laughing. "Oh god yes. Do you
have any _idea_ the things that go on at pageants? Especially kid's
pageants? Some of the things she did... made me do... well, let's just say
it wouldn't exactly make her look good were it to get out."

Gabriel hesitated. "Like... what?"

She looked away with a little frown. "I... really would rather not talk
about it."

Gabriel squeezed her. "You don't have to if you don't want. I was just
curious."

"It's not anything huge... not like she made me blow the judges or
anything. Just... little things. Dirty, vicious, nasty little things." She
sighed. "I doubt there's anyplace in the world that can make a girl feel
filthier than a pageant that she _has_ to win. And if your Mom's on the
side of winning instead of protecting you... it can be bad. Bad enough to
make good talk-show fodder. Bad enough to get front page on a tabloid."

Gabriel nodded. "Okay, love. If you think you can do it... I can't say I
wouldn't like it."

"It'd embarrass me. But it would _ruin_ her. I can do it," she said.

Gabriel smiled. "God... that's great. I mean, if we're married..."

She ran a soft finger along his jaw. "Then you could do whatever you wanted
with me..."

"With you, to you, inside you..." He shivered. "Maybe we shouldn't go there
if we want to actually get any shopping done..."

She shifted uncomfortably and smiled at him. "Yeah. Or be able to walk. I
do need that shower, though. Probably both of us do. Mmm... hot water would
feel _good_."

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. So, run by the house and then go shopping?"

She crawled back over the seat. "Okay."

Gabriel tucked himself back in and zipped up, then climbed back into the
front seat.

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