by Lily Rede
“Well, move it higher. Or let me do it. I need to know you’re safe.”
His fingers traced a path down her neck and she arched into the touch like a cat.
“Wait, I’m still mad at you,” Grace pouted, and rolled to her back to look up at him in reproach.
“I know you feel like you need to do something, but if anything happened to you – ”
Matt shook his head, looking a little desperate, and Grace felt something gooey melt inside her, just a little.
“I’ll be careful,” she promised.
They considered each other for a long moment, and then finally, he nodded.
“I’m sorry about earlier. I went to the library to look for you, and Fiona said you’d headed home.”
“I’m sorry, too,” she murmured, finding it difficult to swallow as Matt traced two fingers lightly down between her breasts to toy with the silk sash of her robe.
“I know you don’t think we can ever be a real couple, Grace, but if we were…”
He tugged the bow until it gave way. Slowly, he peeled the sides of the robe back. Except for a pair of tiny green lace panties, she was naked underneath.
“If we were,” he continued, “This is the part where we’d get to have phenomenal makeup sex.”
“I’ve heard of that,” breathed Grace, unable to contain a whimper as he dipped a finger in her navel and then slid it down to trace her cleft through the damp fabric. Restlessly, she parted her thighs for him, but he only moved his attentions to the lacy band that curved over her hip.
“But I thought you might find makeup sex a little boring, so – ” Matt cleared his throat, clearly trying to get comfortable with whatever he was about to propose.
Grace tried not to look too eager, but this slow teasing was already killing her.
“I thought I could try…punishing you.”
“For?” Grace prompted, anticipation sliding through her.
But here Matt drew a blank.
“Well, you have a mind of your own, and even when we disagree I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t respect your opinion, and – ”
Grace sat up and stopped his helpless ramble with a brush of her lips.
“You could punish me because I got myself off in the shower this morning, thinking about your cock in my mouth,” she murmured between soft kisses.
“Okay,” he said agreeably, nibbling her lower lip.
“Or you could punish me because I saw you across Main Square last week while I was walking to work and nearly stepped into traffic because I was too busy looking at your ass to notice where I was going.”
Matt was rolling her nipples now, with gentle tugs that Grace got more pleasure from than she ever thought she would from such a tender caress.
“Naughty Grace,” he murmured, kissing his way down her neck.
“Or maybe you should just punish me for being a totally incurable cocktease,” she concluded, sliding an appreciative hand down his body to cup the heavy bulge, delighted when it throbbed against her hand, even through his jeans.
He hissed, pressing up into her grip. With her other hand, Grace leaned over to open the nightstand drawer.
“Help yourself,” she said.
A WEEK AGO, MATT would have taken one look at the contents of that drawer and been out the door like a jackrabbit on the run from a pack of wolves. Now, however, he just grippe the edge of the nightstand and took a deep breath, steadying himself.
“Are you okay?” Grace asked.
“Yeah, just…give me a minute.”
Grace shrugged the robe off her shoulders, and Matt’s eyes lighted on the sash.
“Stand up and turn around,” he ordered, and caught a glimpse of the excitement in her eyes as she scooted off the bed.
Matt took a moment to appreciate the creamy, bare cheeks with his lips, as well as the delicate small of her back, before he caught her hands and looped the silk around her crossed wrists. His stomach churned with fear and lust, and he was glad she couldn’t see his hands shaking as he tested the bonds, making sure the tie wouldn’t mark her gorgeous skin. Because he needed a moment, he stood and slid his arms around her, burying his mouth in her hair.
“You’re doing great,” Grace whispered, and Matt chuckled at the incongruity of the situation. She was the one tied up, but he had never felt so fucking vulnerable. He caressed the smooth skin of her stomach, copping a heady feel all the way up to her breasts, where her nipples were tight with excitement.
She really wants this.
“I’ll survive,” he murmured, and lightly pinched the hard little nubs, eliciting a delicious little moan. Carefully, he tightened his grip, and she arched into his hands, restlessly rubbing her thighs together, pressing her ass back against him in a way that made him harden another inch.
“Stay,” he ordered, and she managed a nod, whimpering as he let her go to cross over to her closet.
He saw her smothering a grin when he returned with a pair of strappy black stilettos, but he glared at her and she reschooled her features into a more contrite expression. Silently, he knelt in front of her and helped her don first one shoe, and then the other, fastening the tiny buckles. Then he reached into the drawer.
Grace licked her lips at the sight of the nipple clamps and the thin gold chain that connected them. But Matt paused, unsure what to do.
“You should – it works better if you suck my nipples first,” Grace said, hunger in her voice.
Matt obligingly knelt up and drew one pink tip into his mouth, sucking strongly so that she cried out. He refused to think about who else she had shared her box of toys with over the years.
“Just a little more, sweetheart, and you’ll be all ready for your punishment,” he murmured, feeling foolish, but Grace’s hips jerked involuntarily, which instantly made him feel better about this whole fantasy conversation.
Matt slipped the clamp in place and slowly began tightening it, terrified that he’d make it too tight despite his care, relieved when she murmured, “There,” on a strangled note, her head falling back to reveal the lovely line of her throat. More confidently, Matt attached the other one and then sat back to admire her decked-out tits, gently tugging the chain that hung between them.
She gasped, arching.
Nice.
He tugged the panel of her panties to one side, pleased to find the folds already swollen and damp.
“Now, Grace, walk for me. Over to the closet and turn around.”
Shuddering, she did as he demanded, and his stomach clenched as he watched her ass flex, and the glorious lengths of her legs, and the loose ends of the sash that bound her wrists as they teased the sweet cleft with every step in those outrageous heels.
But when she turned around, Matt’s breath fled his body as surely as if he’d been punched in the solar plexus. Bare and on display for him, her long purple locks tumbling around her pale skin, arms bound behind her. Candy pink nipples clamped hard, the chain swinging between them, topped sweet, plump little breasts, and she was so aroused that her swollen little clit peeked out from flushed, bare folds. The wicked shoes completed the heart-stopping look. Matt scanned her face for any trace of distress, relieved to find none, only eyes filled with heat, though her rosebud mouth was pouting.
“You’re still dressed.”
The little pout disappeared when he tugged his tee shirt over his head, and he held her gaze as he reached for the button of his jeans. Matt grinned when her gaze dropped, hungrily focused on his hands as they eased the zipper down. He lifted his hips to pull his jeans down just far enough to free his aching cock and the heavy sac beneath, then sprawled back on the bed, knees spread wide, casually stroking his dick as he looked at her.
Through it, she was silent, rapt. She seemed to have forgotten that she was nearly naked.
“Since this is your first offense, Ms. Cocktease, I think I can let you off with a warning as long as you can convince me that you’re really, really, sorry.” Matt injected as much ste
rnness into his voice as he could manage under the circumstances.
He knew she was expecting a spanking, and he needed to get that off the table as quickly as possible. Just the thought of hitting her in any way nearly wilted his erection. Grace seemed to be up for anything, however, because she was nodding eagerly.
“I’m sorry, really I am.” Her gaze was trained on his cock.
“Because you want this?” Matt asked, stroking his shaft.
Grace nodded, licking her lips.
“I didn’t hear that.” He cupped his sac, lifting it for her, and she whimpered.
“I want you.”
“You want cock.”
A slight hesitation.
“Yes,” she said, and he was surprised to hear nerves in her voice.
“Where would you like it?”
“Everywhere,” she breathed, and he had to grip himself tightly to prevent an explosion.
THERE WAS NOTHING HOTTER than watching Matt hover on the brink of orgasm as he tested his boundaries. He’d surprised her with every request, and Grace couldn’t wait to see what he would do next. When he had himself under control again, he shucked his jeans and made himself comfortable against the pillows, then reached into the drawer, pulling out the large green vibrator Grace had affectionately dubbed the “Martian.”
With a smirk, he beckoned her over and had her suckle the ridged green head while he tugged her panties to the floor, and then helped her straddle him, not face-to-face as she would have thought, but with her thighs spread wide over his chest. Without the use of her hands, her breasts pressed against the ridges of his abdomen, putting her at eye level with his cock. The clamps were a constant source of arousal, and she rubbed herself helplessly against Matt as he arranged her knees where he wanted them. Her hair caressed his thighs and he tensed.
“Let me feel how sorry you are, Grace,” he said, and flipped on the Martian, filling the room with a persistent buzz.
Grace closed the gap and lapped the bead of fluid off the crown of his cock, and was instantly rewarded by the press of the vibrator into her pussy, the buzz stimulating her entire pelvis while the size stretched her almost as much as the cock she was currently stroking with her tongue.
“I’m doubting your sincerity, sweetheart,” teased Matt, “You’ll have to try harder.”
Moaning, Grace pulled him into his mouth as he lodged the vibrator deep, but instead of fucking her with it, he held it still, high and hard in her pussy. Frantic, she sucked, drowning in the taste of him, unable to free her wrists or move herself on the vibrator, open and positioned for whatever he chose to do to her, and the tension mounted higher as she took as much of his cock as she could until, abruptly, she came, crying out around a heavy mouthful of his shaft.
“Beautiful,” breathed Matt, but only dialed down the vibrator, keeping it on a low hum, buried deep between her thighs.
Grace suckled him restlessly, unable to focus on what she was doing as Matt moved her hips back just enough to reach her with his mouth. She felt the scrape of his stubble on sensitive flesh, followed by the devilish warmth of his tongue, licking and lapping at her folds, flicking her clit, and tracing the rim of tight flesh where the vibrator stretched her.
Too much. It was too much sensation, and she groaned, the sound muffled as he thrust up into her mouth in steady, decadent strokes. Overloaded, she came again, harder than she ever had before.
Matt waited until the last delicious spasm had died away, and then removed the Martian, tossing it to the side of the bed before tugging his glistening cock from her mouth. He hadn’t come, and the shaft was so swollen and hard, it looked painful. With a show of strength that had Grace’s well-used pussy fluttering with interest despite the recent alien invasion, Matt lifted and flipped her around until she was sitting up, straddling him.
“Ride me,” he said, his voice nothing more than a growl, and lifted her onto his cock.
The Martian was all well and good, but nothing beat the throbbing, hot flesh that impaled Grace, inch after inch. Her head fell back as he pressed in to the hilt, and as she started to ride, setting a rhythm, Matt reached up to tug the chain between her breasts, sending shards of sensation shooting from nipples to clit.
He was like a furnace under her, hot and alive with power, stretching her inner walls to their limits with his cock, slick from her juices. It was glorious, and right at the end he forgot to be careful and gripped her hips the way she was dying to be gripped, hard, pumping her on his shaft and using one hand to milk her clit until he exploded with a shout, taking her with him.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GRACE HAD NEVER HAD a lover like Matt before. There had been the fumbling attempts at passion with a couple of college boyfriends before she figured out what she liked, and then a few Doms who revved her engine, but only stayed long enough to unlock the handcuffs and dispose of the condom.
Not Matt, who held her close after they came, his hands soothing and gentle, whispered how amazing she was and then carefully untied her wrists and unbuckled her insane shoes, stroking the marks left by the straps. With a little helpful instruction, he freed her nipples from the clamps, tugging each reddened little nubbin into his mouth to soothe as blood returned in a stinging rush. Grace was boneless and satiated, and saw nothing wrong with letting him do whatever he wanted to her pliant body. He scooped her up and resettled them both in a bubbly tub.
Grace filed away the thought of stroking each of Matt’s delicious muscles with soapy fingers for later and just nestled back against him to let him wash her breasts with his slick hands. Apparently her deliciously sore nipples were very dirty. She felt safe and content, cocooned against him, and she fully realized what a leap of faith it had been for him to give in to her requests. The very least she could do was try to take some risks of her own.
“Did you know that I haven’t had a boyfriend that lasted more than three weeks since college?” she asked.
Mat stilled for a moment, and then continued his ministrations, stroking hands around to her shoulders to begin a gentle massage.
“Why not?”
“Well, the first one dumped me because his Daddy didn’t want him to be seen with the sister of the local pyromaniac. The second one couldn’t understand that my craving for sexual orders didn’t mean I was willing to let myself be bossed around in the rest of my life. The third one started dating me and then a week later lost his job and couldn’t find another one. He eventually left town – apparently Dreyer had offered him a position in one of his holdings across the bay.”
“That isn’t right.”
Grace shrugged.
“The people here can be cruel, but I also have the best friends, a job I love, and a house all my own. It could be worse.”
“You need to stand up and remind them that you’re part of this community, too.”
Grace was silent, thinking about it, and she could feel Matt’s tension beneath her. She wriggled until they were face to face and snuggled against him, kissing his chest. After a few minutes, he relaxed, stroking her back and sliding down to cup her ass, which he seemed to have a slight obsession with.
“Tell me about your father,” Grace said, bracing herself for his withdrawal, but he only tensed for a second and then resumed his worshipful attentions to her ass as he sighed.
“He was the kind of guy who, if you ran into him when he wasn’t drinking, he was great. He taught me to throw a football, taught me woodworking. But even when I was really little, I knew something was wrong because sometimes Mom would hide me in the attic or a closet or send me to stay with the neighbors for a while because Dad ‘wasn’t feeling well.’ Once he decided I was big enough to hit if he thought I needed it…”
Matt trailed off and Grace didn’t push, just stroked and petted until he started talking again.
“I don’t remember a time Mom and I didn’t have bruises of one kind or another, but she wouldn’t leave him. She said he needed our help and always thought he would come to his
senses, but the rages just got worse. When I was fifteen and finally had a growth spurt, he came after me with a broom handle and I just lost it. I broke it in half and gave him a black eye. Mom was horrified, but Dad was actually proud, and said I was finally becoming a man. He left me alone after that, but it got worse for Mom.”
Grace’s heart ached for him.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“Yeah, the therapist tried to drill that into me, too,” he said with the ghost of a smile, “But all I had to do was look in the mirror to see my Dad with all of his strength and his temper. I blew my knee out my senior year in college, which was just as well – I was getting into fights on the field. Then one night I got this call. Dad had gone on a bender and pushed Mom down the stairs. She wound up in a coma and two days later he was killed in a car crash with a drunk driver.”
“I read about it. How awful, Matt.”
“When Mom woke up – she’s still Mom, but she’s not the same. She can’t tell if things happened yesterday or years ago, and it breaks my heart that sometimes she doesn’t recognize me at all.”
“Can the doctors do anything?”
“There are therapies, but so far, no luck. But she seems happy at Sunrise Glen. I visit every week. I told her about you.”
“You did?” Grace sat up, water sloshing, feeling a little panicked, but Matt only grinned.
“I’ll take you to meet her if you like. Next week?”
Old and new anxieties filled her mind, and she nervously pushed a handful of wet purple hair out of her eyes.
“You look like a siren,” he chuckled, “rising from the deep.”
He examined her breasts, which were reddened from all the day’s play.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, uncertain.
“Only in a good way,” Grace assured him.
Matt frowned, and Grace could see he was truly unsettled. She reached behind her to pull the plug, letting the water slowly start to drain.
“So if I’m a siren, does that mean I get to seduce you to your doom?” she asked, finding his cock in the dwindling bubbles and stroking it from root to tip, feeling it swell in her hand.
