Her heart beat faster at the idea of role play.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now stand up and go into the bedroom. Lie on your back on the bed. Raise your legs up towards your chest and hold them there.”
She gave him a wide-eyed look but nodded and stood, turning around. He smacked her ass and she turned with a glare.
He raised one eyebrow. “You might want to change that look on your face unless you want several more of those.”
She quickly wiped the glare from her face.
“That’s better. You got that one because you forgot to verbally reply. Nodding doesn’t cut it. Next time I won’t be so nice about it. Now go.”
That was being nice? But she made certain that thought didn’t show on her face.
“Yes, Sir,” she told him, barely refraining from saluting.
He surprised her by grinning.
She scampered into the bedroom before she could find out what that wicked grin was all about.
Oh, she was going to be so much fun.
He’d thought she’d might be a bit shy and serious to begin with. He figured it would take time for her to relax around him. But obviously these few weeks they’d spent getting to know each other had worked well. She was less nervous than she might otherwise be.
Didn’t mean she wasn’t going to get nervous once she realized what he had in store for her.
His smile growing, he stepped into her bedroom.
Time for some fun.
She heard him walk into her bedroom and stiffened slightly. She was lying as he’d told her to. On the bed, her head on a pillow, her legs curled up against her chest.
“Very good. I’m pleased.”
Why was it that his praise made her so happy? Sure, she hadn’t had much of it in her life, but she didn’t think she was that desperate for approval.
She watched as he moved to the side of the bed, anticipation filling her as he opened his bag and pulled out coils of rope. She hadn’t thought about him using rope today. He knelt on the bed.
“Keep your legs where they are.” He started coiling it just above her ankles, winding it up her legs until it ended just below her knees. He lowered her legs until her feet rested against the bed.
“You look so beautiful, lying there naked with the ropes binding you. I don’t know how I’ve managed to maintain my control around you until now, but from now on, Lacey, you’re mine. All mine. There is no one else for either of us, understand?”
She nodded then remembered his instructions. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Because I’m a possessive bastard and I won’t apologize for it. I want you all to myself.” He squeezed one of her nipples and she cried out before he dropped his mouth and sucked it gently. Her clit throbbed, her pussy clenching down. She needed him inside her.
“If I didn’t ache so badly to be inside you I would take my time. But I really need you so I’m just doing a few simple knots that will keep you bound and at my mercy while I fuck you.”
He took hold of her wrist and wound the rope around it a few times before tying it to the headboard. Then he did the same with the other. She tested them. She was going nowhere.
He grabbed some more cord, tying it to her wrought iron headboard and then he raised her legs and tied it to the bindings around her legs. Now she was tied to the headboard, her bound legs resting back against her stomach. Completely at his mercy.
He sat back and stared at her, a look of satisfaction on his face. Cupping the breast closest to him, he ran his thumb over her nipple. Back and forth in a gentle movement that soon had her writhing with pleasure, small whimpers escaping from the back of her throat. She needed more. Wanted it. But he just kept up that soft, slow, movement.
“Gray!” She cried out.
Smack!
Ouch!
She glared at him.
He gave her four more sharp smacks that had her ass stinging and her clit aching.
“The first one was for forgetting how to address me. The last four were for the disrespectful way you looked at me.” His voice was stern, his gaze cool.
She bit her lip. “Sorry, Sir.”
“That’s better.” His gaze grew warmer, and he rubbed the sting away. Damn, that felt so good.
He knelt next to her ass then ran his hands over her cheeks and thighs. Suddenly, he dropped his mouth to her pussy, running his tongue through her slick folds.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, nearly coming then and there. Her clit was still so sensitive from the butterfly vibrator she knew it wouldn’t take much to send her flying.
“No coming without my permission,” he told her.
Really? Oh, hell. She tried to think unsexy thoughts as he licked at her pussy. He flicked her clit lightly with his thumb as he pushed his tongue deep inside her.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She bit down on her lip. Finally, he moved his thumb away from her clit but then replaced it with his tongue, lapping at the swollen bundle of nerves as he pushed two fingers deep inside her. She clenched down on him. It wasn’t enough. She needed him inside her. He’d said she couldn’t come but he hadn’t said anything about begging.
“Please, Sir. Please. I need you so badly.”
She tugged at the ropes and the feel of them binding her to the bed just seemed to increase her arousal.
He drew his fingers from her pussy. Yes! Was he finally going to enter her? But he rose, climbing off the bed. Where was he going? Panic filled her until he started to strip. Her heart racing, she watched him, realizing she’d never even seen his bare chest. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his tanned skin, strong arms, wide shoulders, and the chiseled abs of his stomach. Delicious.
He teased her, slowly stripping off his pants, as though knowing how badly she wanted to see him naked. Then he slipped off his underwear.
Yes.
It was the only word she could think of at that moment. But more came. Magnificent. Hot. Thick and delicious. His cock was long, and stood at attention. He either shaved or waxed because there was no hair on his groin. He grabbed something from his pocket then moved back onto the bed, grinning down at her.
“Like what you see?”
“Oh, yes, I’d like to touch you.”
“All in good time, baby. All in good time.”
He ripped open a condom wrapper and sheathed his cock, that must have been what he’d pulled out of his pocket. She guessed she hadn’t needed to stock up on them. He knelt next to her ass, running a finger lightly up and down her folds, coating it in her dew before bringing it to his mouth.
She watched, breathless as he licked his finger clean. “Delicious.”
Then he fisted himself and brought the head of his cock to her pussy. God, he was big. But he moved slowly, giving her time to adjust, to catch her breath. Once he was fully inside her, it felt amazing. He filled her. Stretched her almost to the point of pain, but not quite.
He drew back and thrust forward. Slow, small movements at first that grew faster and harder until her head was thrashing from side to side, need so raw and sharp it almost felt painful raced through her. He pressed his finger against her clit, rubbing it softly
“Come when you like, baby.”
As if those words turned on some sort of switch inside her, she found herself instantly crashing over the edge, her pussy clenching him tightly as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her.
“Fuck!” he cried out, then his movements grew more frenzied before he followed her over, his own shout of satisfaction filling the room.
Chapter Thirteen
“So how did last night go?” Lacey asked as she sat down at their normal spot in the park.
“I took your advice. I confronted Hunter about how weird he’s been acting over the baby. I just came straight out asked him if he wanted it. He looked completely shocked. He told me of course he did. I laid out all my feelings over the way he’s been acting and it turns out he’s completely freaked out about the birth. He’s worri
ed something will happen to me. He’s been trying to act calm and not do anything that might cause me any stress. Hunter has always been overprotective, but this is something I don’t know how to help him with. I mean, I’m kind of freaked myself.”
Lacey thought for a moment. She should have guessed this was the problem. Hunter was very protective, he was bound to be concerned about Cady. “What about talking to your doctor? Visiting the place where you’re going to give birth might also be beneficial. Information helps. He probably feels helpless and for someone like Hunter that would be a hard feeling to deal with.”
Cady nodded. “You’re right. He’s used to being in control. He hasn’t played with me since we found out. He’s scared he’ll hurt me which is ridiculous. I’m no different than I was.”
“Hunter just cares about you. Again, I think you both need to talk to your doctor. But some play would probably do you both good. Why don’t you look at your limits again? See what you’re both happy with.”
“Listen to you. You’d think you’d been in the scene for years.”
Lacey grimaced. “Sorry, was I coming off like a know-it-all?”
Cady reached across and squeezed her hand, surprising her. She wasn’t the touchy-feely type. “Not at all. Thanks for all your help. I appreciate it.”
A warm buzz filled her. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
***
“You have been a naughty girl, Kalia.”
A shiver went up Lacey’s spine at those ominous words, spoken in a low, stern tone. She turned slowly, feeling beautiful in the gorgeous outfit Gray had found for her. A deep red, it looked spectacular against her dark hair and light skin tone. With a separate skirt and top, a large strip of her stomach was left bare. A silver overlay went over the top with little gems stitched into the fabric that sparkled under the light. She’d pulled her hair up and pinned it on top of her head.
She turned to look at Gray. It didn’t matter how often she saw him, he still had the power to take her breath away. She thought it would always be the same, even when they were eighty and wrinkled, their bodies drooping with age.
Eighty? Would she still know him then?
Lord, she hoped so. Because if these last few months had taught her anything, it was that he was the one for her. She’d never believed in a love like this. Never thought she’d truly find that one perfect person for her.
But she had. And the most amazing part was he wanted to be with her. He was almost too good to be true. He cheered her up after a bad day at work. He’d held her as she cried when neither of her parents had remembered her birthday. He made her laugh, he supported her, and he’d shown her pleasure she’d never dreamt possible. Submitting hadn’t always been easy. There were still times when she felt unsure or uncomfortable. But even though he pushed her, he was never an asshole about it. And he always took the time to listen to her fears.
Like she’d said. Perfect.
And she kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or for her to do something that would ruin her bliss. It was always there in the back of her mind, the worry that something she did would end all of it and she’d be alone again.
“Kalia? It does not serve you well to ignore me right now.”
Shit! That’s right. She was Kalia.
She lowered her head submissively but peeked up at him as he loomed over her, his chest bare, his legs encased in soft, lounging pants that looked sexy as hell on him.
“I am sorry, Master. I do not know what you mean.”
She had taken to role playing surprisingly quickly. She also loved going to The Twisted Thorn to play. She tried not to be jealous of all the women that flocked to him, but at times it was hard. Cady had suggested spreading the rumor she’d been kicked out of the FBI for getting carried away in an interrogation. Lacey told her thanks but she’d handle it her own way.
She wondered if Gray would let her wear her gun one night.
He grasped her chin, none too gently, bringing her attention firmly back to him. “You know exactly what I speak of, Kalia. You were seen flirting with another man when you belong to me. That is not allowed.”
Playing the role of a harem girl came surprisingly easily to her. Gray made an excellent Arabic prince who was forced to deal with his naughty slave.
“But he is a eunuch, Master,” she told him pleadingly. “And I was only talking to him.”
“It does not matter that he is a eunuch. You are not to speak to another male. You may not look at another male. You are mine.”
Those words sent a thrill through her. Being his was exactly what she wanted to be. Forever.
“I will not do so again, Master. I promise.” She gave him her best sorry look, batting her eyelashes for good measure. But his face remained stern. Her stomach tightened with anticipation, her nipples hardening.
“Not good enough. I have warned you about this before, Kalia. You will have to be punished to ensure this never happens again.”
She fell to her knees before him, putting her hands together, palm-to-palm as she gave him a pleading look. “Please, sir, no. I promise it will never happen again.”
“That is what you said last time.” His face was firm, commanding, and arrogant. A wicked thrill of anticipation ran through her. Moisture coated her pussy as he grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her up. “Come with me.”
Keeping her head down, she pretended to be reluctant as she followed him. He strode over to the dining room. He had a penthouse suite with amazing panoramic views. It was sleek, gorgeous, and totally suited him.
He drew a chair out then sat, drawing her between his spread legs. “I only do this to help you, Kalia. If you flirt with the wrong male they may try to challenge me for you, and I cannot let you go. You are mine.” He cupped her breast as he spoke, running his thumb over the stiff nipple then pinching it sharply. She took in a swift breath as pleasure flooded her.
“You will strip then lay yourself over my knee for your punishment.”
“Please, Master, don’t do this,” she pleaded prettily, even as her insides sang, “yes, yes, yes.”
“The more you procrastinate, Kalia, the worse your punishment will be.”
“Yes, Master. I am sorry to be such a disappointment.”
He tucked a finger under her chin, raising her face. “Never a disappointment. But I will ensure you do not dare to look at another male again. Now, strip then lay yourself across my knee.”
She stepped back. With hands that shook with excitement, she pulled off her pants then slid off the top. His gaze filled with heat as he studied her, and her nipples tightened even further. He patted his lap, and she slid over his knee.
“Place your hands at the small of your back,” he demanded, grabbing hold of her wrists in one hand as she did so. Her arousal increased. He rubbed her buttocks.
“Now, I am sorry to say this punishment will be harsh as you were already given a warning about your promiscuity.”
He smacked his hand down on her ass and she let out a cry. His hand sped up, laying smack after smack on her bottom until it stung. Tears entered her eyes, then the pain morphed into something else. He paused to rub her bottom, and she nearly purred with delight. The heat from her butt traveled through her body, pooling at her clit, which throbbed. She wriggled on his lap, spreading her legs slightly in the hope he might ease some of the need coursing through her.
“Uh-uh, your punishment is not over yet. I am going to give you ten more then you will kneel and apologize for your naughty behavior before you suck me off.”
Oh, God. She whimpered. Then he started spanking her again. Heavy smacks that seemed to cover her whole butt with one swing.
She didn’t think she could take much more without exploding.
He was going to come just from smacking her ass.
But, damn, it was a delightful ass. Surprisingly plump given her long, lean frame. It had turned a deep scarlet color with his spanking. He didn’t know how he’d managed to find someone who met
his needs so perfectly but he had in Lacey.
And tonight, he was going to ask her to move in with him.
Later. Right now, he needed to come. Badly. He delivered the last two smacks then rubbed her cheeks for a moment, massaging the sting away. She loved having her ass touched. Loved when he squeezed it, smacked it, or slipped something inside it.
He hadn’t taken her there yet. But he had been preparing her with lots of anal play. Perhaps tonight was the night to take that next step.
Gray helped her off his lap, holding her steady as she swayed slightly. When he was certain she was back with him, he stood. “Go into the bedroom and stand in the corner with your butt pushed out.”
She gaped at him for a moment, and he turned her, giving her a sharp smack. “Now!”
With a half-squeal, she took off at a run towards the bedroom. He grinned then quickly stripped off his pants and boxers. His cock ached, his balls burning with the need to come. He grabbed the base of his shaft, squeezing it.
Easy, now.
When he had himself more under control, he moved into the bedroom, glancing over to ensure she’d obeyed him. He needn’t have worried, she stood in the corner of the room, her bright red ass slightly pushed out.
“Stick that ass out further, Kalia. You are being punished, remember?”
Damn, he loved playing with her. She made him happy. She amused him with the way she approached everything so carefully, so conscientiously. She didn’t do anything without first researching it thoroughly. He knew she worried about messing up but he was slowly trying to help her realize that she didn’t have to be perfect. That he’d love her no matter what.
And love her, he did. Completely.
“Good girl, Kalia,” he told her in a warm voice. “Because you have been so obedient, I may let you find your release tonight.”
“Please, Master,” she begged.
“We will see.” He pulled out a medium-sized anal plug and some lube. Then he pulled the free-standing mirror towards the end of the bed. He sat, facing the mirror to test its position. Perfect.
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