She needed to come clean. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to listen in, but I heard a little of your conversation.”
He barked out a humorless laugh. “Don’t worry, you wouldn’t have heard any state secrets. Just me mentally strangling my mother, who is in a state of panic over Rory.”
“She’s not answering her phone again?”
He leaned back in his chair. “When does she ever? So, what did you want to talk to me about?”
Now didn’t seem the right time to say she wanted to take their relationship to another level. Right now, he needed looking after more than anything else.
“It doesn’t matter, it wasn’t important. Would you like to go for a drink?”
“Before you came in here I thought the only thing I wanted was my bed.”
“That’s okay, maybe another time.” She started to back away, feeling chagrined.
It’s not a rejection. It’s not a rejection.
“You didn’t let me finish,” he said mildly, and she stilled in her tracks.
“Now, what I really want is to spend some time with you. Give me five minutes, and I’ll meet you at the front door?”
She smiled as her insides danced with happiness. “All right.”
***
She nearly snorted her soda out through her nose as Gray told her another funny story about when he and Hunter first met.
“He really said that to you?”
“Oh, yes. He was a real asshole back then. It’s taken me these last seven years to convince him to even consider hiring a woman. The only reason he hired Cady was because he was interested in her and he thought it was the best way to get her off the streets and into his bed.”
“It’s a wonder you didn’t kill him.”
“I wanted to. Many times. But while he can be a prick and a pain in the ass, he’s also the most loyal person you’ll ever met. And he cares about people, he just doesn’t always show it the way normal people do.”
“Like someone who overreacts every time they can’t reach their child,” she said casually. She reached for a corn chip. They’d opted for drinks and appetizers instead of dinner. Although she’d been sticking to soda, and Gray had only had two drinks. She liked that he didn’t drink much. She couldn’t be around someone who over-indulged.
“I wouldn’t call that normal behavior.”
“No. It’s not. Have you ever suggested she talk to someone?”
He snorted. “She’s been seeing someone for the last ten years. Dr. Michael Kent. He’s the most useless idiot you’ve ever met. But he’s handsome, charming, and it’s fashionable to go to him because he was on one of those stupid reality shows. A real quack.”
She winced. “Oh.”
“Not that I think all shrinks are quacks. But this one is.”
She didn’t address the shrink comment. “It’s unfortunate he’s so bad at his job. It sounds like she could really use someone to help her.”
“We’ve all tried to convince her to see someone else, but it does no good. I gave up arguing when every conversation ended with her sobbing that I didn’t love her. But Rory has always liked to go her own way, no matter what.”
Kind of selfish of her. She’d never have left her brother to deal with one of their parents like Rory did with Gray.
“Enough about my family. Are you going to tell me what you wanted to talk to be about?”
“It doesn’t matter.” She’d lost her nerve now. She turned to look out at the crowd gathering in the small bar.
“Lacey, look at me.”
He waited until she turned her head, pinning her with his intense gaze. “It does matter, and I want to know.”
She licked her lips. “I just . . .it’s um . . .” Jesus, Lacey, spit it out. “I think I’m ready. Or at least I want to try, to see if I am.”
“That’s great,” he told her warmly.
It was? Oh, good. That was easier than she’d thought.
“What exactly are you ready for?”
Okay. She should have known he’d make her spell it out. “F-for you and I to take things a step further. If you want to, that is. If you don’t, if you’ve changed your mind then I get it. We can just forget about it.”
He reached across and clasped her hand in his, placing two fingers on her wrist over her pulse point. “Shh. Your heart is racing. There’s no need to be nervous. I haven’t changed my mind. I just want you to tell me what it is you want so there’s no misunderstanding.”
She guessed that was fair, although she really wished she didn’t have to spell it out.
“I want to try BDSM. With you.”
Just in case he thought you wanted to try it with someone else. Idiot.
A grin graced his lips. “I’m glad to hear that.” He ran his thumb over the top of her hand.
“I want to do the ropes again and maybe a few more things. Nothing that involves pain.”
“We can work out your limits. You might find you like a little pain. A spanking can be very pleasurable. Unless it’s given for punishment. Then you have no say over the pain.”
That sounded both intriguing and damn terrifying.
“And I want sex.”
Oh, holy shit. She needed to shut up now before she blurted anything else.
“There will be sex,” he said in a deep voice that sent small shivers racing across her skin.
Thank God.
“But when I say so.”
She gulped. Was she really ready for this? She’d never know until she tried.
“Your car is at Black-Gray?”
She nodded. Why did he want to know that?
“Good. I’ll walk back with you then follow you home.”
It was happening. God help her now.
***
He sat on the sofa in her apartment and pulled her onto his lap, deepening their kiss. When he pulled back, her eyes were dazed, her mouth swollen.
He couldn’t help but kiss her again. Having her on his lap was a test of his endurance. He wanted nothing more than to strip off her clothes and feast on her body. To graze her nipples with his teeth, kiss his way down her flat stomach, and lap up her juices. Hmm, maybe he would do just that. He didn’t intend to take her tonight. He wanted to push her a little first. To have her so hot for him she wouldn’t think of trying to shut him out.
He laid her back on the sofa, sitting beside her, his breath coming in fast pants. He ran his finger over her full lips. “I want to taste you.”
“Taste me?” she asked.
“Yes. Here.” He touched her lips. “And here.” He moved his fingers down to her nipples. She sucked in a breath, which pressed her taut peak against his fingers. He pinched the nub slightly, and she groaned. “Here.” He cupped her mound, feeling her warmth against his skin. “I’m only going to ask this one more time, are you sure you’re ready? Because you can have more time, but once we start then there’s no going back.”
She guessed that was a fair warning. If slightly ominous.
She licked her lips. “I have limits.”
“Of course.” His gaze seemed to heat up at her words.
“I’m not into a lot of pain. The whips and canes scare me to death.”
“Baby, I don’t carry them around in my car.” He smiled at her. “I’m not going to pull them out and start chasing you around your apartment with them.”
Okay, yeah. They weren’t talking about a full-on session here. Just a little bit of fun and hopefully an orgasm. God, she could do with an orgasm. One she didn’t have to give herself.
“Sorry.” She blushed slightly. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Understandable.” He cupped the side of her face. “But I’m not going to do anything that might make you fear me or BDSM. I think I can already tell that pain isn’t going to be your kink.”
She shook her head.
“Well, except for a little spanking now and then.”
She bit her lip. Maybe. Her body warmed at the thought of being spanked by him
. Was it odd to be turned on by the idea of being spanked? Perhaps the reality wouldn’t be as hot as she imagined it would be.
He grinned, and it lightened his face, making him appear almost boyish even though he was all man. Suddenly she was so nervous she could hardly breathe.
“Shh,” he told her, running his fingers down her cheek then slowly, softly down her neck. He ran them over her exposed collarbone, and a shiver raced through her. “Remember, all you have to do is what I tell you to. And if something frightens you or you just need to stop, then say red. Understand?”
“Y-yes.”
“Easy, baby. This is all about pleasure. I promise.” There was a slightly wicked glint in his eyes. Devil meets boyish charm. That was Gray. And it was an almost irresistible combination. “Sit up.” He held out his hand to her, and she grabbed hold, feeling the heat of his skin against the coolness of hers.
“You’re cold?”
She didn’t feel cold. She felt feverish. She shook her head, and he tapped a finger against her lips. “Verbal, remember?”
“Sorry, Sir.”
The deep satisfaction that filled his face made her grateful she’d remembered to call him sir.
“I’m not cold.”
“You tell me if you get cold.” The firm look that accompanied those words made her breath catch. He undid the buttons on her shirt. One after another. So slowly that she was tempted to brush his hands aside and do it herself. But she knew that would only get her into trouble. So she sat still as he pulled her shirt apart to stare at her bra-clad breasts.
He drew the shirt off and then stood, holding out his hands. She grasped his hands and let him pull her up. Turning her, he unzipped her skirt and then tugged it down her hips. Once she was dressed just in her underwear, he turned her around, studying her.
As she stood there, she started to feel self-conscious until she saw the admiration in his gaze.
“Beautiful.”
“It’s not even pretty underwear.”
She wouldn’t make that mistake again.
“I’m not talking about your underwear.” He ran a finger over the tops of her breasts. How could such a light touch send sparks of desire through her blood? She took a deep breath, pushing her breasts up towards him. She wanted his touch on her nipples, but he drew his fingers away. She let out a little moan of disappointment. Why didn’t he just get on with it? Usually, men just got straight down to things, didn’t they?
He ran a finger down her stomach. “I’m talking about you. You’re beautiful, Lacey.”
She didn’t believe him, but it was nice to hear those words. His fingers drew closer to her pussy, and she pushed her hips out, hoping he’d touch her there. Cup her, place his fingers deep inside her. Instead, he reached around and gave the side of her butt a sharp tap. “Stand still.”
“Ouch.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Are you giving me your submission?”
She bit her lip then nodded.
“Verbal.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned in and kissed her. His mouth pressed against hers. There was no illusion about who was in charge. Drawing back, he undid the front clasp of her bra then slipped a cup off one breast. He just stared down at her for a moment before dropping his mouth and sucking the nipple into the warmth of his mouth.
She clasped her hands behind his head then ran them down his shoulders, wishing she could feel his bare skin. The muscles of his back bunched as he shifted his weight then swirled his tongue around her nipple before flicking it firmly.
“Oh. Oh.” She shifted her weight from foot to foot, unable to keep still as she felt her pussy gush with moisture.
When he drew away, her nipple was stiff and almost too sensitive.
“Lie back on the sofa. Arms above your head,” he ordered.
Watching him with wide eyes, she lay back and raised her hands above her head. She couldn’t touch him? She bit her lip. Had she done something wrong?
He cupped the side of her face. “There are times when I’ll want your touch. When I’ll order you to your knees to suck my cock. But there are other times I’ll want to bind you and have my way with you. Tonight, I want to concentrate on you, and your touch is a distraction. Keep those arms there, understand? And I want you to keep as still as possible.”
She nodded then remembered she was supposed to give verbal responses. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl, have I told you how happy it makes me when you obey me?”
He watched as happiness filled her face. He would have to be careful with what he said to her. She had a tendency to take on any failure, real or perceived, as her own personal issue. She needed praise and to build up her self-confidence. To know that it was okay to fail sometimes. To not be perfect. That he wouldn’t turn away from her if she did make a mistake.
Because he wasn’t going into this lightly. Lacey wasn’t a woman you spent a few nights with for fun. She needed more than that, and he wanted to give her what she needed. To watch her grow. To see that happiness on her face more often.
He revealed her other breast. Damn, she was perfect. Bright, rosy red nipples tipped her breasts. He leaned in and lightly bit her nipple, listening to her groan of surprised pleasure. He licked at the nipple, soothing away the ache then sucked on it lightly.
His cock pressed against his pants, longing to be free. But tonight wasn’t about him. Tonight, was all about showing her what sort of pleasure he could bring her. It was about building her trust in him. It was about chasing some of the shadows from her gaze and bringing her happiness.
He brought both of her breasts together and played with the nipples, lapping then nipping at them before bringing them into his mouth and sucking strongly.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Her whimpers turned to moans that filled the small room. When he drew back, her eyes were closed, her red lips parted as her breath heaved in and out of her lungs.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured.
She opened her eyes, staring up at him. “I’m not the gorgeous one.”
“Oh, yes, you are. And before you protest further you should know that your body is mine and putting my body down is a spankable offence.”
Her eyes widened at that statement, and she licked her lips, looking like she was considering pushing him just to receive that punishment. She was definitely interested in it. Although she wouldn’t find one given for punishment nearly as much fun as one given for pleasure.
“I want the first spanking you receive to be for pleasure, not punishment,” he told her. “So, behave. I only want to hear nice things about this body. About how beautiful and sexy you are.”
“You really think that? You’re not just saying it?” There was a slight frown between her eyes, and she looked confused, as though she couldn’t possibly believe what he’d said was true. How had no one ever told her she was beautiful?
“Baby, you’re my every dream brought to life, I promise you. I think you’re absolutely edible.” As if to prove his point he kissed his way down her stomach then across her mound. “Lift your hips.”
He could sense the tension growing in her body as he pulled her panties down her hips and legs.
“Gray,” she moaned. “Can’t I strip you?”
“No.” He stared down at her pussy, which was completely bare. Now, that was unexpected. He ran his finger along her lips. Then grabbing her right leg, he raised it and placed her foot on the back of the sofa. “Keep that leg there.” He pulled her left leg over so her foot rested on the floor. This laid her out so he could stare at her to his heart’s content. The slick petals of her pussy, so plump and pink and coated with her dew. A hint of her full ass cheeks. Sleek, creamy thighs that he could just imagine wrapped around him.
Heaven.
“You don’t get to see me naked or touch me tonight.”
“What? How are we going to have sex if you keep your clothes on?”
“We’re not.”
“Not what?”
“Not
having sex tonight.”
“Then what are we doing?” The confusion on her face was clear and a little cute. He held back his smile though as he drew her further up the couch so he could kneel between her spread legs. Damn, he couldn’t wait to taste her.
“I’m going to bring you to a screaming orgasm then tuck you in bed for the night. I’ll call you in the morning to check on you then I’m taking you out for brunch.”
“But what about you? Don’t you want . . . I mean aren’t you . . .” She looked upset, and he reached up for one of her hands, bringing it down to his crotch.
“Feel that?”
“Y-yes.” Her eyes grew even wider. “But then why don’t you want to have sex tonight?”
“Because when I take you I want you so hot for me you’re begging.”
He leaned down and took a lick of her, savoring the salty-sweet taste. Just as delicious as he’d thought she would be. He took a long lick from the bottom of her slit to the top, stopping to suck her clit into his mouth. He pressed one finger inside her. Damn, she was tight. She was going to feel like fucking heaven around his cock. He groaned as his balls tightened. He’d be lucky if he could walk straight after this. It was going to be a long car ride home until he could give himself some relief. He drew his finger in and out of her passage as he suckled her clit, then flicked it firmly. Her hips rose slightly, and he slid his finger from her, wet with her honey, then slipped it between her ass cheeks, pressing it against her tight hole.
She gasped, tightening up. “Oh, God.”
“Anyone ever taken you here, Lacey?”
She stared down at him then shook her head. “No.”
He smacked his hand down lightly on her clit, and she jumped, moaning.
“No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“You’re forgiven, sweetheart. And I’m glad to hear I’m going to be your first. I’m going to possess you, Lacey. All of you. There will be nothing off-limits. I’ll know everything about you. What your favorite food is, what puts you in a bad mood or a good one.”
“You can’t own another person.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I will own you. You will be mine.” Damn, he felt possessive. More possessive than he’d ever felt in his life. He returned to her pussy, licking, sucking, and playing with her. He slipped his finger slightly into her asshole, listening as her moans of pleasure deepened. What would it feel like to have his cock here, pressing into her ass while he pushed a vibrator deep into her pussy?
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