by Nina Levine
Griff: You can regroup while you watch.
Oh, my.
The man has an amazing sense of humour.
Me: I’ve already regrouped. I’m all about the porn now.
Griff: Fuck, baby. I’ll see you later.
Tania watched me as I placed my phone on the table. “Going by the look on your face while you were texting with him – and I’m presuming it was him – you’re one hundred percent in, so I hope he comes through for you.” Her voice softened. “You deserve a good man after Tommy screwed you over. After you dedicated two years to that asshole, you deserve a fucking king.”
I really did.
I just hoped I’d found one, rather than another lying, cheating asshole.
* * *
Griff arrived at my place an hour and a half later, carrying a bag from the hardware store. He placed it on my kitchen counter, snaked his hand around my waist, and pulled me to him. Placing a kiss to my lips, he murmured, “Been a long fucking day and you’re a sight for sore eyes.”
I felt the same way, but at the same time, I was a little on edge after my conversation with Tania. Discussing my relationship with Griff was high on my priority list now, and while I wanted to think I was the only woman he said stuff like that to, I had to find a way to bring it up in conversation.
Eyeing the hardware bag, I asked, “What’s in the bag, handsome?”
“I noticed the tap in your bathroom is leaking so I picked up some washers, as well as a light bulb for the light in your hallway that blew last night. Wasn’t sure if you already had some, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to grab more just in case.”
I stared at him.
Tears pricked my eyes and I felt so damn stupid for that, but I’d never – not once – dated a man who cared enough to do something like this. Blinking rapidly to try to get the tears under control made me feel even sillier, but it beat the alternative of turning into a blubbering mess in front of him.
He frowned as he watched me blinking. “Did I say something wrong, sweetheart?”
My emotions swelled and my breathing picked up as I fought the tears. And then, unable to keep the tears and the emotions in check, I lost my cool in front of Griff. Again.
“No, you didn’t say anything wrong, or do anything wrong…in fact, you did everything right, and I’m not used to having a man around who does everything right. Oh, God, but you’ll probably want me to share you, and I don’t want to share you. I’m not the kind of woman who can do that, Griff, so if that’s what you’re looking for, we’re going to have to call it quits now. And that would suck because for the first time in my life, I feel like I’ve met a man who has so much potential. I mean, you told me today you would do my mowing for goodness sake – my mowing, in this heat – no one has ever offered to do my mowing before. And now you’re picking stuff up from the hardware that even I didn’t know I needed.” I gulped a breath, and he took that opportunity to interrupt me.
“Number one - sharing is off the table. In fact, it was never even on the table to begin with. No fucking way am I sharing you. Number two – I’m sensing some confusion about what this is between us, so we need to clear that up, before we go any further. You’re mine now, Sophia. There will be no other men, and I will have no other women. I don’t work that way, and I sure as shit don’t date women who do.” His eyes didn’t let me go; it was as if they were claiming me just like he had. And his voice was all kinds of commanding. It slid right through me, wrapping itself around me and making me feel both safe and desired.
I nodded. “I’m good with that,” I said softly.
“Thank Christ. Now, I’m going to mow Josie’s yard and then yours, and then after I take a shower, I’m going to taste that sweet pussy of yours again.”
His eyes were fixed firmly on mine, and when I nodded in response – because I could hardly form a thought, let alone a word after that declaration - he dropped another kiss on my lips before leaving me to do the mowing. And I grasped the kitchen counter to steady myself. Griff’s bossy ways caused a weakness in my legs that no other man ever had.
* * *
“Sophia.”
Griff’s voice held a dangerous edge to it; an edge that caused desire to pool in my belly. I waited in my bedroom for him to come and find me, and a few moments later, he stood in the doorway, his intense gaze on me. We watched each other, neither saying a word, neither moving to the other. And then he took control. And I escaped into a role where I felt more free than I’d ever felt in my life.
“Come here,” he demanded, his powerful body strong and tall, and ready for me.
I left my dressing table where I’d been sitting brushing my hair and massaging body cream into my skin. Standing in front of him, I traced his body with my eyes. Griff’s skin was free of ink and the artist in me imagined intricate designs of light and shade stretched across his hard muscles. He stood naked now, hard for me, and I shivered as I imagined what he would do.
“Take your clothes off.”
I did what he said, removing my shorts, t-shirt and underwear, and a minute later, my body was revealed to him. My gaze shifted to his and I found him watching me – my face, not my body – and I watched him back. Our eyes communicated our desire, our need, and our stories.
He reached his hand out to run his finger lightly down my cheek. Bending his face, he kissed a trail of kisses along my collarbone and down to my breasts. At the same time, his hands massaged my breasts. Then one of his hands slid around my body and down over my ass. Gripping me there, he pulled my body to his.
Lifting his face to look at me, he said, “Have you got a scarf?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
Heat flared in his eyes. “Go get it for me.”
I stepped out of his hold and moved quickly to my wardrobe. Once I had the scarf, I went back to where he waited and handed it to him.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and full of gravel. “Now, lie on the bed with your arms extended above your head.”
My eyes held his for a moment longer, and then I moved to the bed, positioning myself how he had instructed. My skin pebbled with anticipation. I had no idea where this was going, but I didn’t want to know. The unknown of sex with Griff was one of my biggest turn-ons.
He straddled me, resting on his knees, and tied my hands together above my head. Then he sat back and spent a few moments gazing at my hands before bringing his eyes to mine, and what I saw there made my core clench.
Raw need.
Griff’s eyes had glazed over and his shoulders sat with a rigid stance as if he was only just holding himself back.
He wants me as much as I want him.
If my hands weren’t tied, I’d reach out and touch him.
Oh, God, how I wanted to touch him.
I wiggled a little and his attention shifted to my body. He placed one hand on my stomach and one on my breast. His thumb circled my nipple while his hand on my stomach ran over my skin there slowly. It was almost as if he had no plan, but I figured differently. I believed Griff probably had a plan for everything he did.
With his eyes still on my body, he said, “Tonight you’re going to show me how well you can obey me.” He brought his eyes to mine. “I’m going to take you to the edge over and over, and you’re not going to let go until I say you can.”
I nodded my understanding.
He watched me nod as he continued to massage my body, and said, “Good girl.”
The way he said those two words brought me to the edge almost. He had no idea how much his voice affected me.
He placed his hands around my waist and slowly lifted me off the bed in an arch so that my bottom and upper back were still touching the bed. Then he slid one hand under me and glided it up my back so he could hold me near the back of my neck. He rose back up onto his knees and slid his legs out either side which effectively brought him lower, closer to me. Griff’s body might have been built, but he moved with an agility that was sexy as hell.
; He moved the hand he still had at my waist so that it slid around and cupped my bottom. Then he lifted my ass and dragged me down the bed to bring my lower body to him.
He hooked my legs over his shoulders and brought my pussy to his mouth.
Oh, my.
When his tongue glided through me, I had to bite my lips hard to silence the moan wanting to escape. And in that instant, I knew this man was going to torture me with pleasure tonight.
With his hands holding me firmly in place, his mouth delivered a level of bliss I never knew existed. The sight of his head buried in my most intimate place, and the growls coming from him as he lost himself in what he was doing combined with the sensations taking over my entire body, and I had to concentrate hard on not falling over the edge.
After a few minutes, he lifted his head, and rasped, “Fuck, you taste good, baby. I could spend hours tasting you.”
I wanted to tell him to keep going, and never stop – oh, God, please don’t ever stop.
Dipping his face to me again, he circled my clit with his tongue over and over, building the pleasure again. It washed over me in waves – never-ending waves that crashed through me, wanting to take me with them over the edge, but I fought that all the way. And that only heightened every sensation and every feeling rushing at me. My mind was in overload as I focused on letting the pleasure come while trying desperately not to let it completely consume me to the point of orgasm.
“Sophia.”
My eyes opened at the sound of his voice and I watched and waited for his next command.
“I’m going to stop holding you, and I want you to support yourself on the bed with your pussy in the air.”
Did he have any idea what he was asking of me? To hold myself up like that would take a level of concentration I wasn’t sure I had. Not while I was concentrating so hard on not coming.
“Okay,” I agreed, though, because I would do anything he told me to do at this point. So long as he kept delivering pleasure.
He let me go, and I used my muscle and core strength to hold my stomach and bottom up off the bed for him. My feet were planted in front of where he sat on the bed, and when he tapped them to indicate he wanted them spread wider, I did as he’d asked, ignoring the burn beginning in my leg muscles.
The burn was all worth it when a moment later, his hands gripped my ass and he brought his tongue back to my pussy. And when he then pushed a finger inside me and began stroking, I wondered if every woman knew this type of heaven existed.
His strokes were slow and rhythmic, designed to work a woman to a crazed state. I should know because he was slowly taking me there. He didn’t want me to come yet, but that was getting harder and harder with each new round of pleasure. Each time a wave crashed over me, my muscles threatened to let my body collapse onto the bed. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold myself up.
And not to reach out and touch him? That was a whole other level of how-the-fuck-will-I-make-it-through-this?
He pushed another finger inside so I now had two delivering me heaven. I writhed under his touch, my muscles seriously beginning to tire. My eyes squeezed close and my fingers curled into a ball, wanting desperately to cling to something, but unable to latch onto anything the way they were tied. The orgasm that continually tried to shatter me, moved dangerously close until it reached the point where I thought I could no longer fight it.
“Griff, I can’t…I can’t do this anymore.” I panted as my muscles gave way and my body dropped to the bed.
His fingers left me, and in what felt like a split second, he had me flipped onto my stomach, and he’d moved so his knees were on the bed, either side of my legs. One of his hands landed on the bed beside me while he placed the other one on my back. He growled into my ear, “Do you know what happens when you don’t obey me, Sophia?”
My breathing had turned into pants and my muscles were screaming at me, all while my pussy pulsed with need. “No,” I managed to get out, even though I struggled to form a thought while my mind tried to deal with all my senses at once.
“When you don’t do as I say, I get to punish you, in any way I want.”
He moved his face away from mine, and a second later, he placed his hand on my bottom and began massaging it in a circular motion. My ass cheeks tensed, knowing what was about to come.
“Fuck, baby, your ass is perfect.”
He continued to massage me.
Teasing me.
Oh, God, how I waited for what he was about to do.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.” I whimpered.
“Tell me how much,” he demanded, still massaging. Still teasing.
“So bad, baby…” My voice drifted off as my senses went into overdrive.
I need him.
Everything he has to give.
I will take all of it.
His hand kept moving over my ass, and then when I thought he was about to spank me, he said, “You need to learn that I’m in charge of your pleasure. And that I decide what you get.” He pushed up off the bed and left me. A moment later, the sounds of my drawers being opened filled the room.
I focused on my breathing and preparing myself for what would come next.
“I want you on your back,” he finally ordered after rummaging through my drawers for a minute or so.
I rolled onto my back and met his gaze as he stood next to the bed watching me, holding a couple of pairs of my panties in his hand. His breaths were slow and controlled as he let his gaze travel over my body. When he moved onto the bed, his movements were also controlled. I was slowly learning that Griff was the master at holding himself back.
He untied my hands, and then tied them to the bedposts using the panties he’d found. My heart beat faster. I’d never been tied to a bed before, and, holy hell, it was hot. And then he tied my feet to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed, and I thanked whatever force in the universe had led me to buy a bed with bedposts.
I lay spread-eagled on my bed as Griff moved off it to stand at the base. He stood in silence as he spent a few moments committing my body to his mind. His eyes didn’t allow an inch of my skin to miss out.
“I am going to make you feel so damn good, and you are going to want to be involved in that, but you won’t be able to touch me. And you are going to come over and over until you can’t take it anymore.” He paused to find my eyes. “And that will be your punishment.”
I wanted to squeeze my legs together.
He is going to kill me with pleasure.
When he positioned himself on the bed in between my legs, and ran his hands over my thighs, I quivered at his touch. He was right – I wanted to touch him, and kiss him, and do so many things to him.
This will be unbearable.
But oh, God, it will be so damn good.
His hands glided up my sides, over my belly and breasts, and to my neck as he bent over me. Bringing his lips to mine, he kissed me with a hunger I matched, and we lost ourselves in it. Our lips and tongues devoured each other for so long I lost track of time. I never wanted the kiss to end, but eventually he broke it, and I lay there panting for whatever was next.
I tugged on my restraints and he placed a hand over one of mine. “Don’t fight it, baby. You’ll hurt yourself,” he warned.
After I nodded my understanding he reached out to one of my bedside tables and grabbed a condom that he must have put there earlier. Once he had it on, he moved back down between my legs and buried his face in me again.
My back arched up off the bed slightly as his mouth and tongue worked me towards my release. His fingers expertly took me over the edge, and I finally – finally – let myself fall. I was helpless to stop it. He’d taken me to the edge so many times tonight and this time the orgasm shattered through me as my body jerked in its restraints and my pussy pulsed around his fingers. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut as it took over.
“Fuck,” he rasped, and I blinked my eyes open. He reached out to r
un a finger down my cheek. “You are so fucking beautiful when you come, Sophia.”
A moan passed by my lips as he slid his hands under my back and peppered kisses all over my stomach, breasts and throat. And then he moved his mouth along my neck, his teeth sinking in and marking me.
Exquisite.
I wanted his teeth all over me in that moment because it felt so damn good.
My legs fought their restraints, needing to be wrapped around his body, and my frustration grew at not being able to touch or hold him.
When he finished marking my neck, he pulled his face away from mine, and asked, “You want your legs around me?”
“Yes.”
“And your hands on me?”
You’ve got no idea just how much. “Yes.”
He was silent for a beat. “And your mouth on me?”
Worst form of punishment ever. “Yes.”
He pressed a finger to my lips and then trailed it over my chin, down the centre of my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach and to my clit. “Not until I say so.”
His finger circled my clit, and I writhed with the intense sensation that caused – a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain. My clit was so sensitive that I bit my lip and held my breath waiting for the painful sensation to pass, knowing it would soon and that it would take me to another exquisite orgasm.
When he pushed his cock against my entrance, I wanted to scream out my annoyance at not being able to wrap my legs around him.
I wanted to hold him.
And take his cock inside me.
And fuck him.
I wanted my body pressed hard to his, skin to skin, soul to soul.
“I want you.” The words fell from my lips in a cry – a desperate cry of need.
His fingers kept circling…pushing inside…stroking…circling…pushing. “I want you, too,” he said next to my ear, and my body sparked with excitement.
He didn’t chastise me for not obeying, so I tested the boundaries. “Fuck me, Griff. I can’t wait any longer,” I begged.
