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Subject: {ASSM} Pandora's Box 19 (Mf Mff MMf rom ws exhib bdsm)
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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
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Enjoy,

Velvet
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The stop by the house was brief; she was in no shape for it to be longer,
so the shower was just a shower, and not an excuse for more playful
behaviour. Afterward, she slipped into a red miniskirt and a halter-top
that left her arms, shoulders, and much of her back deliciously bare, again
neglecting to put on any underwear.

He raised an eyebrow. "No underwear?"

She shook her head. "I've never been allowed to wear them. Underwear makes
lines under your clothes."

Gabriel blinked. "You have _got_ to be kidding me."

Her tone grew wistful. "And there are such pretty things, too, all lacy and
soft... I always figured I'd get to wear them when I was old enough to do
lingerie shoots. Classy ones, of course."

Gabriel smiled. "We'll make a trip to Victoria's Secret, then."

She smiled at him. "It's okay. I know guys like it when girls don't wear
them. I just always thought... well, the sets that come with bras and
things can be so pretty, you know? And sometimes it's more, um, tempting I
guess, to hide just a little bit than it is to show everything."

Gabriel nodded. "It's... exciting to know you aren't wearing them, and
convenient, but...." He shivered. "The thought of you in some of that
stuff... we're _definitely_ stopping at Victoria's Secret."

She giggled, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. "You're so
sweet! Let's go."

He grinned, kissing her back. "Okay. The mall first, I think."

She shook her head. "Not the mall here, anyway. That's where Tina and her
friends hang out. Grapevine Mills isn't really safe, either. One of the
smaller malls a bit away would be okay, though, maybe Lewisville, or Plano,
or Irving."

Gabriel nodded. "Okay. Vista Ridge?"

"That'd be fine. She thinks Lewisville is booooooring."

They headed for the small, upper-middle-class suburb and its older,
not-as-popular mall. It was still fairly crowded, though, given that it was
a summer weekend. Pandora seemed a bit surprised at the sheer number of
lounging teenagers around, and a bit put off as well. As they approached
the door, she stepped a little bit away from him, an unhappy frown on her
face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's crowded. Some of her friends might be here, and might recognize me,"
she said. "So... I guess we have to be careful. More careful than we were
at the truck place, definitely."

Gabriel sighed. "Yeah. You're right. I think... I should probably give you
cash and let you buy it yourself." He smiled. "On the other hand, that lets
you surprise me."

She looked at him and shook her head, smiling. "Honey, I _have_ money. I
get a ridiculous allowance. I can buy pretty much anything I want... I just
can't get caught _wearing_ it."

Gabriel shook his head. "I hadn't realized, but it fits. Still... if you
pay for it, it's not a gift."

"Sure it is... the 'gift' part is your appreciation of it. You're giving me
someone to, um, wear it _for_." She looked down, blushing. "That's the
really good part."

"Oh. Well, okay, then."

She started to reach for him, then stopped and stepped back again, biting
her lip. "Damn... this is going to be hard."

"Yeah." He nodded. "We could go somewhere else if you wanted."

"It'd all be the same, wouldn't it? I mean... it'd still be public. We'd
still have to be careful," she said.

He sighed. "Yeah. So... we just do our best. How do you want to do it? Do
you want me to wait back at the truck, or what?"

"No!" She sounded nearly panicked. "No. We can shop together... friends
shop together, right? Please don't leave me alone...."

"I won't. I just wasn't sure what you wanted," he said.

"I want you with me." She took a deep breath, regaining her composure.
"I'll be good, I won't give anything away. Just don't make me go in there
alone."

"I won't. Whatever you need, love." He started to reach for her hand, and
pulled back. "Damn."

Her lower lip trembled, and she looked around quickly. Spotting a large van
parked nearby, she darted between it and the neighboring car and then
reached for him.

Gabriel pulled her close. "Love you."

Pandora wrapped her arms around him tightly. "It's so _hard_ not to touch
you. It's weird... I should still be shy about it, because it's so new, but
it's not like that at all. It's like when I'm not touching you, part of me
is cut off, aching." 

He nodded. "Yeah. It's so... natural, already."

She rubbed her cheek against his chest. "More than natural. _Necessary_."

"Yeah." He squeezed her close. "C'mon. Let's get this over with and go
where we don't have to pretend."

She sighed but nodded and stepped away enough to follow him into the mall.

Once inside, she looked around curiously, eyes a bit wide.

"Coooool... look at all the _stuff_!" she said.

Gabriel looked puzzled. "You've never been to a mall before?"

Embarrassed, she shook her head. "I've never had time for social things,
and I'm not allowed to pick out my own clothes, or wear things 'off the
rack' anyway, so there wasn't any reason for me to. If I wanted to shop,
Mom would fly us to New York."

He shook his head. "God. Your mother is fucked up."

A huge crowd of laughing teenagers strolled past and she took an
involuntary step towards him. "Well... I didn't really _want_ to go,
anyway. There're so many _people_," she said nervously. "Too many guys."

"There's that." He smiled. "It's right up ahead."

Still looking around with a mixture of childlike wonder and nervous fear,
she followed him to the store, where her eyes got even wider and she gave a
girlish squeal of delight. "Oooh! Oh _neat_!"

He grinned. "Go wild."

She giggled and then bounced happily into the store, diving with glee into
the racks and stacks and piles of silky, frilly, lacy delights. 

It was 45 minutes before she finished selecting and trying on lingerie, and
when she checked out, it filled two large bags nearly to overflowing. Her
cheeks were flushed and she wore a happy, excited smile.

"Got what you want?" he asked.

She nodded happily. "Lots! That was fun... way better than shopping at
Saks."

Gabriel chuckled. "Most girls would love to shop at Saks."

Her nose wrinkled in distaste. "Not with _my_ mother, they wouldn't."

"Well... okay, point." He smiled. "Ready to go shop some more?"

"Okay. Where do we go for... um... black stuff and boots and things?"

"I know a store. Lissa loved it." He smiled, staring off slightly. "And I'm
_really_ looking forward to seeing you in some of that stuff...."

She smiled up at him. "Whatever you want. I have no idea what to get,
anyway."

He smiled. "Let's go, then."

She left the mall with mingled disappointment and relief. Relief to be out
of the crowds and out of view, disappointment because she kept seeing
places that looked so interesting. So inviting to explore.

The storefront was small, nestled between a vintage clothing store and a
leather-goods shop that had Pandora's eyes reaching anime-like proportions,
but once inside it was revealed to be deeper than it appeared. The clothing
on the walls and racks was, of course, predominantly black, but here and
there a deep jewel tone lent a little color. Gauze, lace, velvet, satin,
and leather were all in frequent supply, and some of the items would not
have looked out of place in their kinky neighboring store. A display of
body-jewelry... both pierced and non... took up a lot of the counter space,
and along one wall was a selection of fangs and claws and even a few boxes
of zero-prescription theatrical contacts. Along the back of the store were
ranked the shelves of boots and shoes, ranging from blocky, combat-boot
styles to dainty black stiletto heels with little locks on them.

There were two salesclerks, both male. One had violet-streaked white-blond
hair and a line of rings along one eyebrow, as well as several tattoos on
his bare arms. The other was a slender, rather pretty boy with long,
straight black hair and no visible piercings save one ruby stud in his left
ear. The blond's eyes lit up when they walked in, and he hopped over the
counter to smile brightly.

"Well hi there!" he said to Pandora. "Can I help you find something?" The
other boy merely gave her a bored look and a perfunctory smile before his
eyes were caught by Gabriel and he did a double-take, then blushed brightly
and bent busily over the register.

She looked around nervously and gave the boy a weak smile. "I'm not sure
yet what we're after, thanks. My... friend knows better than me. He's going
to help me pick things out. Um... I have a, ah, party to go to. My
sister... and it's at a goth club, so we need the right things."

His smile grew warmer. "Well... I've gotta say, you would look _so_ good
all gothed out. So if there's anything I can help you with, you just yell,
okay? Name's Brian."

His aura had brightened considerably, and was reaching tentative tentacles
out to brush against her.

She smiled warmly at him. "That's really sweet of you to say that! Thank
you, I'll let you know."

The boy watched her turn away, a slight frown flickering across his face as
Gabriel reached out with his aura, blocking his touch on Pandora's, and he
reached up to rub his forehead. His aura kept trying to find a way around
Gabriel's block, but seemed unable to extend far enough to manage it. He
moved around, closer to her. 

"Why don't we look at the skirts first?" Gabriel asked.

She looked up at him with a nervous smile. "Okay. You're the expert."

Pandora held up a leather miniskirt, designed to look like a school-girl's
uniform skirt, and blinked. "Whoa. Kinky."

Gabriel grinned. "Like it?"

She blushed. "I... have no idea. It's kind of... do you think it'd look
good on me?"

He just grinned.

The blonde strolled up, smiling. "You wanna try that on?"

"I... don't know. Maybe in a bit, when I find something to go with it," she
said hesitantly.

"Well, we've got this see-through black shirt with a little satin tie that
usually goes with it... comes with little red suspenders, even. It's
seriously hot," he assured her earnestly.

Pandora blushed bright red. "Um. I need something I can wear out in
public."

"Why don't you wear one of the things you picked up in the mall?" Gabriel
asked. "Red or black would work well...."

She turned to stare at him, wide-eyed. "But, that's not... those are... I
didn't buy any _shirts_!"

Gabriel grinned. "Trust me? As long as your nipples are covered, you'll be
okay."

She was bright red. "You _can't_ be serious!" she said, just as the clerk
looked at him and asked, "Is she for real?"

He chuckled. "She's never been to a goth club before." He looked
thoughtful. "Hey, you have any pictures back there from any of the events?"

The blonde shook his head, but surprisingly his associate spoke up. Shyly,
he offered, "I have some from a concert a couple months ago. It was pretty
wild. I could get them from my car, if you want?" His eyes darted up to
meet Gabriel's, then quickly lowered again as he blushed. "It wouldn't be
any trouble."

Gabriel grinned. "That'd be great."

The boy smiled delightedly and hurried out of the store. His friend watched
him go with a rather surprised look on his face, then turned his attention
back to Pandora. "Seriously, girls like to show off in the clubs. You can
wear anything you want."

"I don't know that I'd want to... to be that extreme," she murmured,
looking at the floor. 

"Aw come on... have a little fun. You don't look like you get to have that
much," he said coaxingly. "You'd look really good in anything you wanted to
wear."

Pandora glanced up at him, surprised. "How'd you know... I do, too, have
fun. Just not... very, um, that kind of fun."

"Yeah... library kind of fun, I bet. Studying. Staying home with your
little sister and playing Scrabble? C'mon... live a little. You're only
young once." Greatly daring, he reached out and patted her shoulder, his
aura taking the opportunity to coil gleefully around her.

Gabriel reflexively pushed the blond's aura away from Pandora, causing the
man to look vaguely uncomfortable and step back. "Dude, if you'd done that
to Lissa, she'd have kicked your ass."

"Huh? Lis? She always came in with her husband," the boy said, rubbing his
head and wincing. "Um, excuse me, I think I'm getting a migraine." He
turned and walked towards the counter, looking confused.

Gabriel looked puzzled. "Do I look that different?" he asked, looking down
at Pandora.

She answered quietly, "Honey... if you came in with her, I doubt _that_ guy
would  have been looking at _you_. You would have registered as 'husband'
and maybe 'tall, dark hair' and that's it." She started to reach for his
hand, then drew back, frustrated. "It's okay," she said, even more quietly,
"he's a nice guy, but I'm not interested. I'm yours. You don't have to hurt
him."

He winced. "Sorry. It's just... it's like watching him put his arms around
you. I _tried_ to be gentle...."

She had to clench her hands into fists, nails biting into her skin, to keep
from reaching out to him. "He just touched my _shoulder_... he didn't mean
any  harm. It wasn't like he was grabbing at me or anything like some guys
have."

"Maybe not physically," he says, "but his aura was all over you. Wrapped
around you."

She bit her lip. "Oh. I wish I could _see_ that sort of thing, so I could
tell when it was happening. Um... I don't know what to say. Can you maybe
just, I don't know... wrap yours around me, then? Like a blanket?"

He grins. "Sure. If you want to end up having sex right here...."

She giggled. "Well... that's if I _let_ it do that. Remember? I don't
_have_ to... though it did kinda sneak up on me in the truck," she added
with a blush. "But if I'm prepared for it, I can handle it. So go ahead, if
it'll make you feel better. Wrap me up nice and tight, so there's not room
for anyone else."

Gabriel hesitated for a moment, and then wrapped his aura around her. "Is
that okay?"

She tensed for a moment, and shivered, then relaxed, closing her eyes for a
moment. "Mmm... that's nice, actually. Almost like you were really holding
me."

"I am. Just not with my arms," he said.

She gave him a sweet, serene smile. "Then don't stop. It helps me, too."

Gabriel relaxed slightly. "Not too... stimulating?"

"No, not after the first couple of seconds. It _could_ be, if I wanted it
to, but it doesn't have to be. It's just... comforting," she said.

The boy returned, looking a bit pale still. "Sorry, my head went a bit odd
there, had to grab a migraine pill. Did you want me to get you the shirt
that goes with that skirt?" His aura flicked out again, reaching for her,
but recoiled sharply when in it encountered Gabriel's instead.

Gabriel nodded. "Why don't you do that?"

He looked a little queasy and ran a hand through his short, spiky hair.
"Sure," he said, with a weak smile. "No problem." He looked at her for a
second, judging size, then headed for a different rack, sorting through it
as the other boy returned.

"Here they are," the dark boy said, handing the packet to Gabriel, his hand
trembling slightly.

Gabriel smiled at him. "Thanks." He opened the envelope, pulling out the
pictures, and showed them to Pandora. "See?"

She looked at the pictures and blushed. "Whoa."

The boy didn't glance at her, but kept his eyes on Gabriel's face, his
expression wistful.

Gabriel flipped through. "Okay. _That_ you don't usually see. Technically
the naughty bits _are_ supposed to be covered."

She looked up at him, eyes wide. "Gabriel... I _can't_ dress like that! I
think I would die of embarrassment!" But, through their link, with his aura
wrapped around her, he could feel the arousal the idea provoked in her.

Gabriel raised a skeptical eyebrow.

She blushed bright red and looked back down at the pictures, squirming
embarrassedly.

"Why don't you try it on and see how you look?" he asked.

The blond returned, holding the shirt. It was, indeed transparent. Just a
wisp of black gauze cut like a school-girl's shirt, with a little tie and
attached red suspenders that _might_ cover her nipples if it were
positioned right.

Pandora stared at it, aghast. "No way. I'd get arrested if I wore that."

Gabriel waved one of the pictures at her. "No you won't."

"But _how_? I mean, that's _got_ to be illegal!"

"Not if your nipples are covered. Come on, I _saw_ your bikini," he said.

She blushed. "I only wore that for... um... someone."

"This is legal. Really," he said, looking at the blond for confirmation.

He shook his head enthusiastically. "Hell yes. Girls wear this sort of
thing all the time at the clubs. Some of em without a bra, even. You might
want to cover up if you go somewhere else, yeah, but not the club."

She looked at it again. "Well... I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it on,
anyway." Looking up at Gabriel, she asked, "Is there anything else you
think I should try?"

Gabriel pursed his lips, and took down a corset and a PVC miniskirt.
"These, I think."

Pandora blinked. "I don't even know how to put this _on_!" The blonde
looked eager to offer his help.

"Just get it on  so that it covers everything and I'll tighten it up for
you," Gabriel said.

She looked at it skeptically. "Covers everything... hah. Yeah, right." She
shook her head and smiled. "I'll try, though."

She took the clothes and disappeared into the dressing room. The
dark-haired boy was still watching Gabriel intently, and once she was out
of sight, he asked softly, "Is she your girlfriend?"

"Not yet. But she will be." He sighed. "Once some problems are out of the
way."

"Oh." The word was quiet, full of disappointment.

He grinned at the boy. "Something, isn't she?"

"Huh?" The boy looked surprised and glanced towards the dressing room.
"Oh," he said, without enthusiasm. "Um, I  guess. If you like the type."

Gabriel looked puzzled for a moment. "You don't -- oh. Sorry."

The boy looked at him somberly for a moment, then smiled with sad eyes.
"It's okay. It's not your fault. But... there's something... I'm not
usually indiscreet...." His soft grey eyes were puzzled, maybe a bit scared
as he looked at Gabriel.

Gabriel pulled his aura back. "Don't worry about it," he said quietly. "It
happens, you know? Sometimes you see someone, and...." He shrugged. 

The boy seemed to shake himself out of a daze and frowned. "Yeah, but... I
don't normally give myself away. I... don't act like an idiot."

Gabriel chuckled. "I don't either, normally, but the first time I saw
her...." He shrugged. "I didn't stand a chance. I know what it's like."

"No, you don't. Because you've got her. Or you will have her... that's
obvious."

Gabriel said, quietly, "It's... not that simple. She's younger than I am,
and her parents...." He shook his head in disgust.

"That's just time," the boy said. "It's not that the one you want doesn't
want _you_. She wants you. If she didn't, she'd be more welcoming to
Chris... most girls are."

Gabriel smiled. "I do know. My ex-wife was a lesbian. She just didn't
realize it when we got married...."

The boy blushed, looking away. "Sorry. I don't know what's got into me.
Looks don't normally affect me that way, make me forget my manners and
everything. Geez, I feel like a total slut."

"Hey, it's okay." Gabriel grinned at him. "It's honestly kind of
flattering, you know?"

He smiled shyly in return. "Well... if you ever change your mind, or want
to give the other side a try... my name is Angel. Everyone in the scene
knows me.  I wouldn't even mind sharing with the girl... now that I can
think of it, for some reason, she is awfully pretty, for a girl. I wouldn't
want to do anything _to_ her," he said with a little shudder, "but just her
being there wouldn't bother me."

"I'll keep that in mind," he says. "We're still working that sort of thing
out."

Pandora peeked out of the dressing room right then, her face bright red.
"G-Gabriel?"

"Yeah?" He looked up.

"Um... I haven't got the nerve to come out," she admitted. "You'll have to
come tell me if this looks okay."

"Okay." He walks over to the dressing room. "Let me see."

She let the door open the rest of the way, and stood there in the tiny,
short, pleated leather skirt and transparent shirt over her lacy half-cup
bra, nipples crinkled. "I sh-shoulda put some of those panties on," she
whispered. "I didn't know it would be this _short_!"

"Yeah." He grinned. "You've gotta learn to wear those if you don't want to
be giving people a look." He licked his lips. "_Damn_, you look good!"

She smiled nervously. "You like it, then?"

Gabriel nodded rapidly. "_Oh_ yeah!"

"But... you wouldn't _really_ want me to wear it out where people could
_see_, would you?"

He grinned wickedly. "_Oh_ yeah. And you'd like that, wouldn't you,
kitten?"

Pandora blushed bright red and a flicker of fear crossed her face. "I...
I...."

"Wouldn't you like to sit on my lap wearing that?" He raised an eyebrow.

Pandora closed her eyes, shivering, unable to answer.

"Wouldn't you?"

She whimpered, turning pleading eyes up to meet his gaze.

"And then go home and dance for me wearing it?" he asked, his voice a
whisper.

"Please...." Her whisper was hoarse with longing.

He looked at her. "I'll give you what you want, love. But you have to admit
you want it...."

"Oh god... I can't. Please, Gabriel, please...."

Gabriel touched her lips with a finger. "You can."

She shuddered. "yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Gabriel smiled. "Was that so hard?"

She shuddered again and nodded frantically.

"Was it worth it?" he asked, quietly.

She looked up at him, frightened tears gathering in her eyes. "I don't know
yet."

Gabriel cupped her cheek in his hand. "Trust me, then. I won't hurt you,
but I _will_ make you do things that are hard." He frowned suddenly. "I'm
sorry. I wasn't even going to _think_ about this sort of thing for a couple
of weeks, and then I was going to talk to you about it... but I just sort
of slipped into dom mode. I shouldn't have done that."

She put her hand over his, holding it to her cheek and closing her eyes.
"Yes, you should have."

He stared at her for several seconds, and when he finally spoke, his voice
was shaky. "Are you sure?"

She trembled, obviously frightened, but she nodded without hesitation.

Gabriel ran his thumb over her eyelid. "God, I love you."

"I love you. I trust you," she whispered.

"Then go ask the clerks how you look."

Her eyes flew open and she stared at him in silent, terrified shock.

He smiled. "You can do it. I'm right here." He quirked one corner of his
mouth. "I think you'll be surprised by the way at least one of them
reacts."

"Oh, the gay boy wouldn't be any trouble," she said. "Whatever makes guys
attack me doesn't affect gay men."

Gabriel shook his head. "That's one difference, then."

"Huh? One difference from what?" she asked.

"My aura." He shook his head. "Poor guy was so disappointed when he
realized we were together."

"Oh, that. I didn't know your aura was getting him... I thought it was just
a natural reaction. Poor thing!" She looked thoroughly sympathetic and,
strangely, not the least bit jealous or concerned. "But I have had gay
women act like jerks to me before, so I don't think it's a difference. It's
just that it only affects people who are interested."

"Ah." He chuckled. "He told me to call if I ever want to experiment."

The blush started in her face, spread rapidly to her chest, and made a
quick descent all the way down to her toes. "Wh-what did you say?"

"He told me to call him if I ever wanted to see what it was like." He
raised an eyebrow. "Like the idea, don't you?"

"I... I... I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me!" she stammered.

His voice drops. "Would you like to watch? Maybe all tied up so that you
can't touch yourself...."

"Oh god," she whispered, shaking hard.

Gabriel pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Go see what they think. And get his
phone number for me."

She was shaking so hard she could barely stand, much less walk, so she just
stared at him. "G-Gabriel... oh god. I c-can't. I _couldn't_. Please, I'm
serious."

"Why not?"

"I'm too scared," she whispered.

"Scared of what?" he asked.

"_Everything_!" she blurted.

"Don't be. We're the only ones in the store, and I won't let them hurt you
even if they try. And you'll be glad you did." His thumb stroked her cheek.
"This is part of it, love. You wanted me to push you past your limits and
prove that you could take it."

She leaned towards him with a little moan. "ohhh... please... I want to,
but I'm so scared! And... and it makes you angry when guys want me."

Gabriel smiled. "There's a difference. This... showing you off... is
different. Besides, I've got you all wrapped up."

She stretched, preening, as if basking in the feel of his aura on her skin.
"I know... but do you really _want_ me to? I don't _have_ to have
everything that might turn me on." She looked up at him, eyes serious. "All
I need is you, and I have you... I'm not going to leave if you can't give
me something else."

"I like it. I like showing you off." He shrugged. "It's weird, but it's
true."

"R-really? Cause I mean it, if it bothers you, I don't want it that bad!"

"It's a turn on. I don't know, maybe it's some kind of... of marking you as
mine or something...." He shook his head. "I don't know. I just know that
the idea of you walking out there and them getting all turned on...."

"Him," she corrected. "The dark-haired one wants you, not me. He didn't
even register as 'male', really."

"Well. Point. But still."

"If... if you want me to, I will. I just... if it might make you start
thinking of me as... as a slut, or a tease, or anything like that, it's not
worth it."

Gabriel shook his head. "It won't. I won't ever tell you to do something
like that, love."

"But how would you _know_ until you tried it and it was too late?!"

Gabriel looked at her. "Because nothing could ever make me think of you as
a slut. You could pull a train on the bar in the club and it wouldn't
matter to me. You'd still be the girl I love."

She smiled tremulously up at him. "I just... never want to do anything that
would disgust you."

"You can't." His voice was perfectly assured. "If you _want_ to pull a
train like that, let me know. I'll see if there's some way I can arrange it
safely... and I probably can."

"Gabriel!" She sounded totally shocked. "How could you think I'd do that to
you?"

"The idea of some guy grabbing you... that bothers me, a lot. But the
thought of you grabbing them... not so much, for some reason. And if it's
part of a scene... if I've _told_ you to do it, and picked out the men..."
he closed his eyes for a moment. "That's... hot, honestly."

She sat down suddenly on the little bench in the dressing room, looking
totally confused. "But... you don't even like anyone _touching_ me."

"Yeah. It's weird. I'm not sure I understand it." He pursed his lips. "If
I've told you to do it, they aren't touching you. _I_ am. I'm just using
them to do it. Does that make sense?"

"Um, maybe? I... it's too weird, I really don't _know_. I never thought of
_anything_ even vaguely like that."

He shrugged. "I don't know either. I just got these instincts, and they
didn't come with an owners manual." He sighed. "I just... maybe it's a
matter of them being a threat. If you're being my sub, then they aren't a
threat."

"No one could _ever_ be a threat to you," she assured him quietly. "Ever. I
need you, not anyone else."

Gabriel smiled. "Thank you, love."

She stared up at him for a moment, then reached out for his hand, tugging
him until he was standing in the doorway of the changing stall. Then she
slid off of the bench onto her knees in front of him and rubbed her cheek
against his thighs. "I'm yours," she whispered, "completely."

Gabriel reached down and stroked her cheek. "We'll have another stop to
make, then."

She didn't even ask, just knelt there, accepting whatever he decided, calm,
serene, absolutely content.

Gabriel stroked her hair. "Now. Go show off for me."

Pandora looked up at him and trembled, but got slowly to her feet.
"yessir," she murmured, eyes down.

"Look at me. Always look at me, pet, unless I tell you otherwise. I want to
see those beautiful eyes of yours."

With difficulty, she turned her eyes up to meet his, her flushed cheeks
betraying her embarrassment, her hard nipples her arousal.

Gabriel licked his lips. "Now go show off."

"Yessir," she whispered again, trembling, and took a deep breath before
stepping past him.

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