Saving Grace

by Stacey Espino

  Time for her to stop being a patsy and stand up for herself, her rights, and her future. Yes, she’d sign those papers. Hopefully, she would never have to look Ken in the eyes again.

  As she lay in bed that night, her mind too wired to fall asleep, her thoughts drifted to Scot. She didn’t deserve a man like him. But, she quickly realized that he was the perfect choice for her. All the positive qualities she loved in Mr. Wagner, but with his cute personality, good looks, and similar interests. Before they had left his apartment, she was sure he’d try to kiss her, but he didn’t. She still tried to imagine what his kiss would feel like. Would he be gentle or rough? Passionate, no doubt. He had dreams, ambitions, and self-motivation, even turning his back on the wealth he could easily exploit. Basically, the opposite of Ken, and therefore her perfect match.

  Her thoughts built into energy, and that energy made her restless. Before long, her pussy became demanding. Writhing on the bed, she ignored the dull cramping as long as she could until she bolted upright and breathless. She didn’t deserve Scot’s sweet innocence. Bad girls ought to be punished, not rewarded. Still in her nightgown, she stepped into her slippers and escaped into the night.

  Fear of dogs and the bogeyman kept her nerves on edge as she crept into the darkness with only a book light for illumination. She’d never been to the remote cabin she sought but plodded in the right direction. The three trailers she passed were dark, the workers fast asleep. She moved extra stealthily as she passed them, not wanting to alert anyone to her intentions. As she came closer to her destination, her moistened undies chafed the sensitive juncture between her legs. The beat of her clit deafened her, and she expected to spontaneously orgasm at any second.

  The cabin was shrouded in darkness. She searched for the door, aiming her book light around and feeling the wooden boards with her free hand. Even the crickets seemed quiet tonight. Rain must be in the forecast because coolness and moisture filled the air.

  She gasped as an arm clasped around her chest from behind, pinning her arms, and before she screamed, a hand slapped over her mouth. She struggled against the powerhouse of man trapping her, even when he lifted her off her feet and shoved her through an open door into the dark cabin.

  He released her, only to push her down hard onto a mattress, which stole her breath.

  “Don’t say a word,” he ordered.

  Conner. Yes, she sought him. Needed his brutality. Craved his big cock. He brought out all her base desires, brought out a side of herself that she eagerly wanted to explore tonight.

  Without so much as a hint of light, he yanked off her nightgown and underwear and ran his hands over her to ensure her complete nudity. Her muscles twitched under his touch, which increased her need.

  She blinked when a lamp flicked on, then another at the other side of the cabin. Conner stood at the end of the bed dressed in a tight black tank and black boxer briefs. Sinister tattoos decorated the upper portion of his arms and shoulders. His upper body was sculpted from marble, hard and defined. He glared at her with those black eyes, not a hint of emotion behind them.

  Conner grabbed her ankles and yanked her down to the end of the bed. He bent her knees and spread her legs.

  “Don’t fucking move.”

  She panted, needed him desperately.

  He turned his back and rummaged through a drawer. Her legs drawn open, her sex vulnerable, made her hornier than hell. She needed this. Deserved this.

  When he returned his attention to her, he had something black in his hand that she couldn’t get a good look at and a tube of lube in the other. He squeezed some onto the object, dropped the lube on the bed, and bent between her legs. The cold jolt hit her ass, and she had to resist the urge to close her legs. With a forceful thrust, something entered her rear hole, pushing past her anal ring. She yelped, then sighed. Whatever he had put in her wasn’t as big as a dick and ignited an erotic pleasure center that was making her crave more nastiness.

  Next came the rope. He tied her wrists together above her head and attached them to the headboard. She wanted to speak, to question him, but didn’t dare break his rules. Rather, she observed him, the muscles in his arms shifting as he tied the knots.

  “You’re a naughty girl, Grace, sneaking out here in the middle of the night. I’m going to discipline you, teach you some manners.”

  The plug in her ass shot thrills through her system every time she clamped her muscles around it. Conner leaned down and added a small clip to each of her nipples. She cried out at first, but once the initial stab of pain ceased, the raw current of hormones flowed through her violently. When he pulled off his shirt, she saw his nipples pierced with small silver loops. His smooth, developed chest had an American flag tattooed over his heart. God, she wanted to suck those hoops.

  He crouched down and rubbed his goatee against her clit, which made her gasp and buck her hips up to him. A hot, hungry mouth clamped down over her pussy, sucked hard, ate her out until her orgasm was only moments away. He pulled back, leaving her breathless and aching for release.

  Conner fiddled with her nipple clips and butt plug, which sent her a fresh assault of erotic pleasure. She needed him inside her more than breath. He seemed to know this and thrived on teasing her relentlessly. A powerful vibrator made contact with her cunt, blinding her with pleasure. He moved it over her with skill, hitting the spots capable of driving her mad with sensation. She wiggled away from the intensity, needing to take a breath, a reprieve. But he denied her, shoving the vibrating dildo up her cunt and leaving it in place while he returned to rummage in his drawer. She thrashed about wildly from the sensory overload, unable to free herself with her arms tied above her head. With his back to her, a violent orgasm pounded her uterus, which made her call out. Her sex cries were loud enough to wake the neighbors if there were any. He whipped around, his dark features agitated.

  “Did I say you could come? That’s gonna cost you.”

  He pulled out the dildo and brought it to his face. As he breathed in, his eyes lolled back in his head for a moment.

  “Open your mouth,” he ordered. He pressed the firm silicone coated in her natural juices into her mouth. “Suck it.”

  He tugged off his boxers and revealed his huge cock, the one she dreamt about most nights. She spit out the dildo. “Let me suck you,” she begged.

  He bent a knee up on the bed near her head, his cock bouncing just in front of her mouth. She reached out with her tongue, but she couldn’t reach. Tugging at the binds at her wrists like a wild woman didn’t help either. His eyes bore into hers. He enjoyed this too much.

  “Roll over,” he said, nudging her with his knee. When her stomach pressed against the mattress, he flicked something on the toy in her ass, and it began vibrating, driving her mad. A cloth bit against the corners of her lips as he tied a gag tight over mouth. Then the first whack of a wooden implement came down on her ass.

  “You like getting spanked, don’t you?”

  She nodded, knowing he demanded her compliance, enjoying his game.

  “Naughty girls get punished. You like it when your Big Daddy spanks your tight little ass. Tell me.”

  Another whack. It stung, and she bit into the cloth between her teeth. Then the other cheek. She had never understood how anyone obtained pleasure from pain, until now. “Fuck me,” she screamed, but the sound only came out as muffled gibberish. Two more smacks on both cheeks, and he turned off the vibration in her ass. She collected some much-needed breath.

  Conner flipped her over to her back, plucked off the nipple clips, and leaned over to suck on the inflamed buds, his goatee scratching her skin. She thrashed her head side to side, wanting the gag off her mouth. He pulled the cloth down.

  “You’re nasty,” she muttered.

  “You love my nasty.”

  True.

  He teased her entrance with the wide tip of his penis, making her moan and beg. “If you want me to fuck you, then you better behave, naughty girl.”

  She held h
er breath when he raised a pocketknife and ran the edge of the blade smoothly down the center of her body before leaning over and cutting her wrists free of the ropes.

  Conner threw his heavy weight onto the bed beside her. “Get on top of me and suck my rings. No dick for you, though. You have to earn it.”

  Grace quickly complied, ready for her chance to touch, to act. The cool metal of his pierced nipple in her mouth made her crazy with lust. She sucked and tongue played, but he only ordered her to do it harder. His cock pressed against her stomach when she wanted it deep inside her. It looked bigger than last time, so thick and massive. When she reached up to kiss him, he turned his head in distaste. This was sex, nothing more. But she knew what to expect from Conner, and that’s why she had sought him. She wasn’t looking for love, the elusive emotion denied to her throughout her life.

  She gripped his shaft. “Please, Conner.”

  “You’re not gonna ride me, sweetheart. I plan to double-fuck you, just the way you like it.”

  He rolled them over, reaching for his toys at the end of the bed. Once freshly lubed, he pulled out the plug in her ass and shoved in the slick dildo. It filled her, gagging her, bringing her closer to another orgasm.

  “I watched you the other night. Trevor and his lackeys fucking you three different ways. You ain’t been double-teamed like this, though, I guarantee you.”

  He thrust himself into her vagina. Even with the moisture practically dripping from her, it took a few tries before his dick filled her. With his huge cock in deep and the dildo up her ass, she never felt so full. She howled like a whore, begging for more, reveling in the pleasure.

  “You’re a dirty girl, Grace. You like being fucked by me? Tell me.”

  “Hurt me,” she cried.

  He pummeled her, thrusting powerfully, sadistically into her body. Damned if it wasn’t the best sex she ever had.

  This time, he allowed her to orgasm, stretching it out forever. Every time she neared, he stopped thrusting, kept her begging and needy. He finally let her climax. The energy radiated through her, blinded her, transported her to another place entirely for those beautiful seconds. Conner came as her shudders began to calm. He grabbed her hair with both hands and forced himself inside her harder and deeper, prolonging her own pleasure.

  When over, it was over, no cuddling or kind words. Out of breath, he rolled off her. Grace slipped the dildo out of her and dropped it on the floor. She barely had enough energy to move or open her eyes.

  Conner lay asleep when she finally roused herself to sit. His face angelically handsome without the harsh expression it held when he was awake. She pulled the blankets over him, appreciating the sight of his masculine form. After a quick kiss to the cheek, one he wouldn’t remember, she slipped out into the night.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “What happened to your back?” gasped Jenna.

  Grace slipped on some fresh jeans and pulled a T-shirt over her head as Jenna folded laundry on her bed.

  “Nothing. Just clumsy with the horses, I guess.” No need to tell her that the many purplish bruises were sex-related, courtesy of Conner a couple nights ago.

  “Sure.” She continued to fold laundry, eying Grace skeptically. “Anyway, Mr. Wagner wants me to take you out shopping today.”

  “For what?”

  “A nice dress. He’s taking you out to dinner. Tonight. At a fancy restaurant.” She winked.

  “Why?”

  “It’s Scot’s birthday. His parents take him out to dinner every year. Sort of a tradition. This is the first year his mom ain’t here, so you’ll be taking her place.”

  Great. Taking his mother’s place for his birthday. Now Scot would really hate her. God, she hated herself thinking about it. She couldn’t go.

  “I’m not going to ruin Scot’s birthday. I mean, his dad’s wife-swap bitch showing up instead of his mother? Bad idea.”

  “Actually, it was Scot’s idea. And you know how Mr. Wagner feels.”

  Wait. Scot wanted her along for his birthday? A tingly sensation warmed her heart. She felt like a twelve-year-old again being told a boy liked her.

  “You’re smiling,” said Jenna.

  “Am I?” Eager to give Jenna her back, she grabbed her pile of clothes from the edge of the bed and carried it to her dresser. Her smile wasn’t going anywhere soon. “So, when did you want to head out?”

  “Any time. The sooner, the better, though. I agreed to help Pete clean out the kitchen.”

  “Well, I’m ready whenever you are.”

  * * * *

  The drive to the small town went quickly the way Jenna drove. She barreled down the dirt roads with one of the staff pickup trucks like a NASCAR driver. Dust billowed around them, making visibility dangerously unclear, but Jenna seemed unfazed.

  “You look tense,” Jenna commented, humor framing her words.

  “Just fear for my life, that’s all.”

  “I was born on these roads. Behind the wheel or a shotgun barrel, I’m in my element. Besides, the last time I passed another car travelling around here, I was in grade school. Relax, Grace, I’ll take good care of you.”

  They pulled into a strip mall a few minutes later. No picking and choosing, seeing the small town only had one woman’s clothing store.

  Jenna regarded Grace as they approached the store.

  “This is one of the big reasons Mrs. Wagner couldn’t stand living here. She loved to shop, and this is pretty much it for a hundred miles.”

  The strip mall consisted of less than a dozen stores and a small parking area. Only a few cars dotted the area, probably the store owners. It seemed the mini plaza dropped down from the sky onto the stretch of open prairie for as far as the eye could see. Out of place.

  “I’m not much of a shopper. It’s just different. Simple.”

  Little brass bells clanged against the glass door as they entered the store. Grace expected a white-haired granny to greet them and follow them throughout the shop. But a popular radio station played hit music, and a young, pink-haired girl waved from behind the counter where she fiddled with a computer keyboard.

  “Jenna!”

  “Hey, Kylie. Long time, no see.”

  Kylie rushed around the counter and gave Jenna a kiss on the lips, regarding Grace with interest. She had two piercings in one eyebrow, one in a nostril, numerous along her ears, and she was pretty sure she saw one on her tongue when she spoke.

  “Who’s this?” she asked. “My replacement?”

  “Shut up. This is Mr. Wagner’s wife.” Jenna giggled into Grace’s shoulder.

  “Wow, this one’s definitely an improvement. What can I do for you gals?”

  “Grace needs a dress. She’s going out to dinner with Scot and her husband tonight.”

  “He’s not my husband,” insisted Grace.

  “She knows I’m playing, Grace. Relax.”

  “Scot, you say?” Kylie’s eyebrows rose with interest. “How’s that hunk of man doing these days?”

  “Just moved out. All alone and single as ever.”

  Kylie regarded the information, twirling a strand of pink hair between her fingers. Grace felt a spike of possessiveness, of ownership. No, Scot wasn’t her man, but she wanted him to be. The thought of another woman getting wet thinking about him made her sick. In fact, imagining him with any other woman turned her into a greedy child, not wanting to share.

  Kylie led them farther into the store, past circular racks and headless mannequins to the fancy dresses displayed along the back wall.

  “Hmmm. I like that one.” Jenna pointed to a black sequinned dress.

  Too flashy in Grace’s opinion.

  “If you’re into old school,” commented Kylie. “Now, that one is definitely you. It would go perfect with your dark hair.” She pulled a hot pink dress from the wall. A clingy, weighted material. Probably ankle-length with a collar halter.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Try it on at least,” insisted Kylie.

/>   Grace slipped into the small change room with Jenna and the pink dress. “I Kissed A Girl” came on the radio as she began undressing. She rarely remembered Jenna didn’t like guys, just viewed her as a good friend. Now she noticed how Jenna eyed her bra-and-panty-covered form, and it made her uncomfortable.

  “You ever wonder that?” asked Jenna.

  “What?”

  “What it would be like…to kiss a girl.”

  Grace tugged on the dress as fast as possible. “No. Yes. I don’t know.” The change room suddenly felt too small.

  “Kylie was right. You look like a supermodel in that dress. We have to get this one.”

  “Isn’t it too fancy?”

  “For where you’re going, it’s perfect.”

  Grace twirled around and examined herself from every angle. She looked breathtaking and couldn’t wait to see Scot’s reaction when he saw her in the dress.

  A fist pounded on the door. “Let me see.”

  Jenna unlocked the door, and Kylie pulled it open.

  “We’re taking it. You were right, as usual,” said Jenna.

  “Shit, she looks hot. You’re gonna turn heads tonight, girl.”

  They shopped at a couple more stores in the strip for shoes and accessories before heading home. Jenna never mentioned the kissing stuff again, and Grace was glad for it. She would be sure to never put Jenna in such a situation again, with her half naked and tempting. Locked doors and safe distances from now on.

  Grace carried her bags down the hall to her bedroom once they arrived home. Jenna retreated to the kitchen, where old Pete emptied the cupboards for a thorough scrub-down. Pots and pans were scattered about.

  Mr. Wagner’s office door swung open. “You’re back.” Scot stood in the doorway, looking more handsome than usual. Or perhaps only her perception of him changed, making all the difference.