“Early still. I woke you so we’d have some time to play before I set you free, my love.” He reached out and caressed her cheek, bringing his mouth close to hers, holding for just long enough for her to feel desperate for his kiss when it finally came. His tongue slid into her mouth, and all thoughts of work vanished. All she cared about was him.
“God, your body drives me mad, Anne. Come.”
He continued to lead her by the hand into the bathroom, a large space with a Jacuzzi tub and separate glass shower stall big enough for four people. He reached in and turned on the entire ensemble of sprays, and steam began to fill the glass enclosure. She watched as he went to the counter and looked over several bottles of shampoos and shower gels, as if whatever he chose was the most important decision of his life.
He set three bottles inside the shower then turned to her, holding the door open. “After you.”
She felt deliciously wicked. She’d never showered with a man before, and the idea intrigued her. She stepped inside and let the water pour down over her from the large shower head on the ceiling. Eyes closed, she heard the door click shut, and the next thing she felt was Grey’s arms wrapping around her from behind. He pulled her back enough so the water was no longer pouring over her head and nuzzled the curve in her neck. She was so aroused, had been constantly for so long at this point it was beginning to feel like a natural state. Every time she found consciousness, she felt hot, achy, and needy. Her only real reprieve from it was sleep.
“I hate what that woman did to you.” He gently touched the part of her face where she knew the scratches were healing and the bruises were fading. She’d nearly forgotten completely about the scene at the women’s shelter. Her mind had been entirely preoccupied with much nicer things.
“It’s not that big a deal. Really.”
He kissed her bruises and her scratches.
“It is to me.”
She swallowed. The dark timbre of his tone made her feel owned, possessed, like she actually mattered in some way. Maybe it was all an illusion, but it was a lovely illusion, and she decided just to revel in it for a while.
“It makes me want to kill, just to think of anyone putting their hands on you to hurt you.”
She had no response to that. It had always been okay with the people in her life that she got mistreated. It wasn’t okay with her, but to anyone else, it hadn’t seemed like a big deal. She caressed his face, pressing her lips to his.
He moaned into her mouth and turned her back to the shower wall, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around his hips and held on tight.
“Shit.” He dropped his head on her forehead. “I didn’t bring any condoms.”
Disappointment raced through her heart, but he hadn’t put her down.
“You make me forget myself, Anne. No one’s ever done that to me before.” He kissed her deep and long, his tongue exploring her, worshiping her.
He set her back down on the marble tile, his breathing hard and choppy. He reached behind her and picked up one of the bottles he’d brought in with him and squeezed the fragrant substance into his palm.
“Turn around.”
She realized almost immediately that he intended to wash her hair, but couldn’t possibly let him. “Grey, I can do it myself.” She smiled, not entirely understanding why he had thought he needed to shampoo her like some pampered show dog.
“I’m sure you can, Anne, but you belong to me for now, and I take care of what’s mine. Now turn around.”
He used that tone again that made her knees weak and her capacity for thought cease, so like a silly twit, she turned. His hands felt warm on her scalp, and his fingers quickly massaged the soap into a lather.
“You don’t yet understand what it means to be submissive, Anne, but you must feel it calling you. You are so perfectly created for it.” He drew the lather to the ends of her hair then began to massage again at the base of her neck. “I love the sounds you make when I touch you. I love the way your eyes follow me, waiting for my next instruction. I love how you light up when I’ve told you how you please me.”
He leaned in beside her and whispered into her ear, “And, Anne, you do please me. So much.”
She shivered and couldn’t quite breathe. His words alone were arousing her to a fever pitch. She squeezed her thighs together, needing some relief from what he was doing to her. Was it possible he could make her come just by talking to her? It didn’t seem logical, but freaking hell, she felt right on the edge of an orgasm and was beginning to lose control.
He reached around in front of her with his soapy hands and ran them over her breasts. He brought his fingers to one of her nipples and squeezed.
“Does that help, Anne? I know you need to come. I can feel your body so tense.” He pressed his cock into the crevice in her ass. “You feel how hard I am, love? We were made for each other. A dom needs a sub the same way a sub needs a dom. So many people make the mistake of thinking it’s about weakness and power, but it’s really not.”
She could barely hear him anymore. All she knew was she wanted to come.
“Please, Grey. Please, let me come.”
He ran warm water over her head, washing away the shampoo, then held her body tight against his, her back to his chest as he worked soap over her skin and placed kisses along her ear.
“Soon, love. Soon. Hold on for me.”
He turned her and dropped to his knees before her. With exquisite tenderness, he washed each of her legs and cradled her pussy in his hands. She thought for a second that the light friction he caused as he quickly brushed over her clit was going to be her undoing, but at the same moment, Grey slid his finger down her crack and prodded at her anus. The shock pushed back her orgasm as her eyes flew wide, and she clenched against his invasion.
“Shhhhh. Don’t listen to your mind. Feel.”
She looked down at him while he looked up at her, so calm and strong and in control.
“You remember your safe words?”
She had gone from the edge of an orgasm to the edge of panic, but yes, she remembered them. She nodded. He waited a beat, seeing if she would use one, but he’d told her they weren’t for play. If she chose to call out one of their words, she needed to be sure she wanted him to stop, and in all honesty, she wasn’t sure she did.
His finger brushed over her opening again. It didn’t feel horrible, but…
“Trust me, angel.”
She looked into his eyes and remembered just how much she did trust him. Her panic subsided instantly, and she relaxed. He used one of the hand-held jets to rinse her pussy free of soap and braced her against the wall then spread her legs wide. He wrapped his one arm around her ass again, his finger quickly returning to where it had been, applying pressure against her anus.
She swallowed. She’d never even been curious about such a thing before, but now he had her wondering, wanting. He closed his mouth over her pussy, licking her clit and stroking her labia. It wasn’t long before she forgot all about his intention at the back, and she melted into the sensations his tongue was bringing her. She was extremely close, and his constant stroking of her ass was no longer freaking her out but adding to her arousal.
“You’re such a good girl, Anne. So damn sexy and so damn trusting. You have no idea how much that turns me on.”
She smiled, beaming inside at his praise. She moaned, so close now.
“Please, Grey. I need.”
He put his other hand flat against her belly, bracing her while he sucked on her clit, and his finger pressed in deeper at her back door. It was an extremely intense sensation but not at all unpleasant. She shivered, her breathing completely out of control now. He had her so aroused she didn’t think she’d care if he paraded in an audience at this point. With his finger in her ass and his mouth on her pussy, she fractured, screaming out with the intensity of the orgasm.
“That’s my angel. You’re so perfect, Anne. Come for me.”
She closed her eyes and lost herself to the o
rgasm as it washed over her like pounding surf. Her long scream of ecstasy became several sharp barks of pure erotic pleasure, and then she collapsed against him, but this time, rather than softly cradling her to him, Grey stood and lifted her, carrying her out of the bathroom. He laid her on the bed, but his mood was agitated, urgent.
“Lay still, baby. I need you so damn bad.”
Half dazed from the orgasm, she didn’t think she could move anyway. She lay splayed out on the bed, her wetness soaking the sheets, her legs spread and lax. She watched him throw the contents of a drawer to the floor and haphazardly grab for a condom. He pushed it on himself then grabbed at her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed then pushing into her with no real finesse or tenderness but like a wild animal who simply needed to fuck.
He groaned as he entered her, and his fingers dug into her hips, and he pulled her hard against him. He rocked hard and furiously only a few times before she felt his body convulse, and she knew he was coming. His body shuddering, he roared and pulled her hard against him twice more before he grabbed her arms and pulled her off the bed and down to the floor with him.
“Fucking hell, you make me lose control, Anne. I have to fight so hard to stay—”
She softly touched his brow. “Isn’t it okay to lose control once in a while?”
He stared up at her for a moment then began to laugh. He pulled her down to him and kissed her hard, and when he finished, she swore she was ready to come again. She’d never understand what he did to her.
“I imagine it is. Just never happened to me before.”
The air conditioner ran over her wet skin, raising bumps all along the surface. He kissed her once more then stood, pulling her to her feet beside him. He kissed her wet head. “Come on, let’s get you better rinsed off before room service gets here with dinner.”
He pulled her back into the shower, and this time, with focus and command, he washed and conditioned her hair, soaped her body, and deliciously rinsed her, and this time, though he stayed in perfect control, she was hot and achy again by the time he finished. He turned off the water and led her out of the shower, wrapping her in a large fluffy towel while taking a second and scrubbing it through her hair, taking off the excess moisture.
He tossed that towel aside and looked at her with such raw hunger in his eyes that she just wanted to melt into him and stay there forever.
“Stand right here and spread your legs for me, Anne.”
He took the towel from her and began to rub her dry. When he got between her legs, he rubbed the coarse fabric over her clit, back and forth. When she tried to protest, he silenced her with a kiss.
“You want to come again for me, love?”
She was embarrassed to admit it, but she did. She stared into his eyes where she found her safety, and nodded. He picked her up and placed her on the edge of the bathroom counter and continued to abrade her clit with the towel while sliding his fingers deep inside her. She gasped at how good it felt. When he brought his fingers out, he discarded the towel and slid his fingers over her. She spread her legs as wide as they would go. She felt no embarrassment or insecurity over her body at this point—she just wanted him to take all of her.
He stared into her eyes while he fucked her with his fingers, and it only took a few moments before she was on the edge again. He cupped her cheek with his free hand and looked deep into her eyes.
“Don’t look away from me when you come. I want you to look at me and know I’m the one bringing you to completion.”
She bit her lips hard but agreed. A second later, she fractured, and it was the hardest thing in the world, but she stared into his eyes as her entire body was wracked by spasms.
“Oh God…”
Her eyes nearly closed, but she felt him slightly tug where his hand cradled her neck.
“Don’t look away, Anne.”
Her toes curled, and she let out a loud, long, guttural moan, but she looked him in the eye the entire time, and when the tumult passed, she shoved away his hand from her pussy because she was so sensitive now. He laughed and tugged her body close, holding her in an embrace while she caught her breath.
She heard the knock on the door, but she was barely in her right mind at that point. He leaned back and looked at her.
“You okay?”
She nodded.
He picked her up and placed her on the vanity bench, kissing her softly on the nose.
“Stay put. I’m going to go let dinner in. I’ll come and get you when the coast is clear.”
She watched his bare ass as he left the room and wondered what the fuck she’d gotten herself into. It was so surreal because, deep inside herself, she always knew she could be like this, but after being told long enough you were practically frigid, a person tended to believe it. Still, this electricity couldn’t last long-term, and even if it would, they were from different worlds, and she wasn’t going to be dumb enough to think he meant to make this arrangement permanent.
There was only one thing to do at this point. She needed a reality check, and tonight at work, she intended to get one. After all, what else were best friends for?
Chapter Fifteen
“You did what?” Jordan’s wide grin and enthusiastic eyes were not really what Anne had been hoping for. “Good lord, woman, I want details!”
Jordan shook her head and smiled even wider. “I cannot believe you fucked Grey Hendrix. I mean, I knew…I mean come on, you’ve been holed up with him for days now, but…oh God, woman, just tell me everything!”
Anne threw her hand over her friend’s mouth. “Shhhhhhhh!” She looked around as if the halls and lounge were full of people instead of the usual morgue waiting room. “Good grief, I don’t need people hearing you!”
She stepped back, wondering if asking Jordan’s advice was as good of an idea as she’d thought earlier.
“So, I don’t understand. Why aren’t you shouting about it from the rooftops?”
She felt a little unease remembering Grey’s words at the zoo. He needed her to keep her mouth shut, but surely he couldn’t have meant Jordan. She was her best friend, the person she told everything to.
Jordan came close and pushed back Anne’s bangs. “So explain to me again about the black eye. And you better not be lying to protect the son of a bitch, or I’ll castrate him!”
Anne pulled away and laughed. “I’m not lying. It happened exactly the way I said it did. Now could we focus? I really need your advice, Jordan. I’m in way over my head with this, and I honestly don’t know what to do.”
She chewed the inside of her lip, anxious and worried and wanting desperately to be back in Grey’s bed.
“Well I guess I don’t entirely understand the problem. You said the sex was good…”
“I said the sex was amazing.”
Jordan rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, rub it in.” She sat on the edge of the desk, pushing aside the papers that had been there. “So what exactly is the problem, because in my book, if the sex is that good, there is no problem. You tap that ass ‘til it’s tapped out!”
Anne’s eyes widened in the shock, which was really so dumb. After everything she’d done with Grey in the last few days, she should no longer be feeling innocent by any stretch of the imagination, but in truth, she really still did.
“It’s not about the sex. It’s about my heart. All my life, Jordan, I’ve dreamed of something I couldn’t quite name. This may be it, and if it is, I’m so gonna fall in love with him, and in a few weeks, he’s gonna be gone, and then where does that leave me?”
She got a sinking feeling in her stomach just thinking about how empty this hotel would feel after he checked out next week. He said he’d still find a way for them to be together, at least until the trial started, but she wondered if he wasn’t just saying that. They both seemed to be having moments where separating reality and fantasy was more than they could handle.
“I’m not like you, Jordan. I can’t separate my body from my heart. He’s gonna crus
h me.”
For the first time ever, her friend seemed at a loss for words. It would have been funny if she weren’t so desperate for advice. She wondered exactly how honest she should be about what she’d done with Grey. She was honestly wondering if her friend had ever experienced any of the things she had, if Jordan had ever felt what she was feeling, because she needed some yardstick for normal here.
“Jordan…” She picked at her fingernails, her stomach turning over. “Have you ever let a guy tie you up?”
Jordan’s smile spread slowly across her face, and she slipped off the desk, grabbing Anne’s arm and tugging her away from the hallway and farther into the lounge.
“You’re telling me you let Grey Hendrix tie you up and then fuck you senseless?”
She appreciated Jordan’s hushed tone at least, but even still, her cheeks burned so hot from the memory.
“Oh my God. You did!” Jordan beamed, and Anne couldn’t find it in her to be shameful. She’d loved every moment spent with Grey and everything they’d done.
“I did.” She bit her lower lip. “It was…” She searched her mind for the right word but wasn’t sure there was one that would have described it properly.
“Amazing, I know, and now I’m starting to see why.” Jordan raised and lowered her brows rather comically. “I’ve read that Grey’s a bit of a freak in bed. I’ve read that about the three of them, to be truthful. Can you imagine being tied to a bed with Grey, Vaughn, and Jake? Oh my God, my fantasy world just shifted into overdrive.”
Anne wasn’t sure she’d like that, in truth. It was enough just trying to keep up with Grey, and as she had only met Jake for a moment and had never met Vaughn, she honestly had little interest in either man.
“Focus, Jordan.”
Jordan let out a giggle that sounded almost fiendish.
“Jordan!”
She laughed again. “I can’t help it. I cannot believe after all the time we’ve known one another, and no offense, honey, but that I’m now using your sex stories for my fantasies!”
Anne sank onto the sofa and dropped her head in to her hands. “I know.”
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