by Karen Deen
“I can’t take it, I can’t…”
Just when I think I’m at a point I can’t take anymore, Grant’s arm slides up my waist and grabs my breast. He wants my body on fire. Simultaneously, he pinches and twists my nipple that is already so tender. He sucks hard on my clit, dragging it through his teeth while he fucks me hard with his fingers.
My body erupts into what feels like the deepest orgasm I’ve ever felt. It resonates right to my inner core. Screaming and still thrashing with my eyes closed, I hear Grant’s faint voice.
“That’s it, come for me. Come all over my bench. Every meal, I’ll get to smell you and taste you. The vision of my girl spread out in all her glory.”
His hands still stoke my pussy and tits. I slow my heart down and let my body float back to him. Grant leans down kissing my stomach and slowly makes a trail up my body.
“Open up your eyes. Let me see you. I need to see if I’m bringing my girl back.”
My body feels like jelly. It’s like Grant’s drawing every bit of tension from my muscles. I slowly open my eyes and Grant’s in front of me, staring at me with the most panty-dropping smile.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“There she is, my gorgeous girl.” Our foreheads touch and we stay that way for a few beats, just taking in each other. We’re reconnecting our battered souls.
“As much as I don’t want to break this moment, are you going to feed me? I have a feeling I might need some energy tonight before a big day tomorrow.”
He looks at me and belly laughs. It made my tummy go weak.
“You should do that more often, you know. You have a very beautiful laugh.”
“Not sure that’s the most important thing I want you to think is great about me, though.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, it will never rate higher than your cock. That part of your body is pretty amazing.”
Helping me to my feet, he balances me as I lean into his body. I’m completely naked with him fully-clothed and I don’t feel one bit vulnerable. The way he holds me and strokes me, makes me feel treasured.
“I think we’re a little one-sided in the naked department. Perhaps I need to borrow some clothes.”
“No,” he replies firmly.
I’m taken aback and unsure what he means.
“I will even it up because I want you naked in my bed, where I can worship and care for you. You need to feel as free as you can tonight. Clothes will just get in the way. I don’t plan on being very far away from you.”
“Well, you better get your sweet naked ass in there and get me some food, so I have the strength to explore your body just like you plan to explore mine. This is not just about you, Mr. Control Freak.”
“Mr. what did you say?”
“You heard me, Mr. Control Freak. You can’t deny it, can you?”
“Perhaps not, but you’re about to find just how controlling I can be. I suggest you start running. The bedroom is down the hall just in case you’re wondering.” His big right hand swats my ass and leaves a red imprint. It stings like hell but feels a little naughty at the same time.
“Oh, we like a little naughty, do we? Well, we’ll get there one day soon. In the meantime, you better start running before I tie you up and show you just how controlling I can be.”
“What if I don’t want to run? I might like to be tied up.”
“For fuck’s sake, you’re killing me. My cock is already as hard as nails and you tell me that. Let’s get one thing straight right now, I am all for some kink, and things I want to do to your body make me blow my load at night. But I don’t want to run the risk of anything happening before tomorrow. After that, game on, my naughty little vixen.”
“Grant, don’t do that. Don’t talk about more, just tonight, remember? No pressure.” I drop my head a little.
That pisses him off, I can tell. “My fucking bed, now. Get comfortable because you won’t be leaving it anytime soon. You better start stretching while you wait for me.” He delivers another smack on the other ass cheek and pushes me towards his room.
“I will get your food. Now, go.”
There’s one thing you can always guarantee, you poke the bear with Grant, and the results are going to get hot. Just like his mother said. Let’s see what the sex is like if I take my time swaying my hips, dragging my bear-poking stick behind me.
The grunt I hear from behind tells me I hit the mark with my exit.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Grant
I don’t think it’s possible for my cock to get any harder. Watching Zara walk naked towards my bedroom, swaying her hot slender hips with my handprints on her ass cheeks, I try to refrain from following. Otherwise, I’ll take her again before she even reaches my bed.
I stand, gripping the bench for support and take deep slow breaths to regain my control.
Whenever she’s near me, I have trouble. She disarms me like no one ever has before.
Zara needs food to keep up her strength for tomorrow. Although I could live without it right now, I need to make sure she’s fed and hydrated.
Dinner.
Make love to my girl.
Sleep.
That’s what tonight is about. About getting Zara through tomorrow. Reminding her what she’s missing may also be a little on my mind.
I didn’t have a lot of options, but a chicken and vegetable omelet will be perfect. Full of protein, light and filling. Also, quick to make so I’m not wasting time away from the goddess who’s laying in my bed.
I carry our dinner on a tray and smile to myself. I would never usually sit in bed and eat. Tonight, it just sounds like the perfect thing to do.
Heaven awaits me in my bed. The vision of pureness and love. Zara’s laid out on my crisp white sheets, naked as the day she was born. Her dark hair splays over my pillow. I love that she chose mine. Her eyes are closed, her chest slowly rising and falling.
The tension of the last few weeks has taken its toll on her. I don’t even remember the last time I slept properly. I can only imagine what it’s been like for her. With all the anxiety of the audition tomorrow and trying to convince herself that we can’t be together, she must be exhausted.
I can protect her from so much but the one thing I can’t protect her from is herself.
That’s what kills me.
My heart is saying, let her sleep, just enjoy watching her at peace.
My head is saying, you need to wake her, so she can eat and then sleep.
My cock is saying, take her and make sweet passionate love.
I’m at war with myself.
What’s the right thing to do? For Zara, not for me.
I sit for a while in my high-back, grey chair, just watching. It’s hard enough taking in the vision of her in my home let alone in my bed. I have been dreaming of it for weeks but was never sure it would happen. The excruciatingly hard thought is that this may be the one and only time.
Will she be strong enough to continue on this path she feels is the right direction? The right thing, she feels, is to give me the freedom to find someone else to love. Doesn’t she understand that will never happen? No matter how long it takes. I will just become that old man who is an absolute asshole to everyone he meets.
Many people already think that of me, but they have no idea the depth of my misery, if I can’t have my girl right here with me. She brings out the more pleasant side of me, shall we say. I’ll just have to tell her she can’t leave me because the world will suffer, and it will be her fault. Surely that will work.
I stroke her hair and run my finger across her forehead to move a wisp that fell across her beautiful eyes. She’s so soft and perfect, so agreeable while she sleeps. As much I wish that could remain, I want the sassy, smart-mouthed woman back. The one who gives me shit, tells me exactly what she thinks. Stubborn as hell and won’t give in. That woman owns me. Right to my core.
Just thinking of her like this makes me adjust myself to relieve the ache that’s building.
; Her eyes start to flutter. Time stands still for a few moments as our eyes meet. I can’t look away. I want to savor this moment.
“Welcome back, baby. I have food if you’re hungry?”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I just…it’s been hard…I just can’t sleep. My head won’t shut off my thoughts.” She dips her head trying to get away from my stare, not wanting to have this conversation.
Reaching out, I tilt her chin back up so she’s looking at me.
“Are you hungry?” No pressure, keeping it simple.
The corners of her mouth rise into a small smile.
“Starving. I think you woke up my appetite,” she giggles. I know what she means, and it isn’t about food. She licks along her bottom lip and then bites down. Yes, I know exactly what appetite I’ve awoken.
“Good. Because I’m ravenous and have a huge appetite.” I lean down and kiss her forehead. “Let’s eat.
“Sit up and grab the sheet. Here’s your dinner. It may be a little cold. I can always heat it up if you need.” Every word coming out of my mouth is telling her two different stories. I’m not trying to, but I love seeing the blush every time.
“I’m sure it will be fine. Thank you for doing this for me. I don’t deserve it.” She shimmies up the bed, propping herself against the headboard. The sheet covers her up to her waist, with her breasts on perfect display. I’m happy she isn’t one bit embarrassed.
Her words however, have pissed me off.
“Stop right there. You don’t have to do anything to deserve to be looked after by me, except be yourself. Besides, you haven’t done anything wrong. Now, eat. You need your strength.”
Needing to calm down, I head back to the kitchen to get some water and juice. Wine isn’t an option for Zara tonight, so I pour water for myself, also. Returning, I walk in to see her devouring her dinner. It makes me feel more settled that I’ve managed to get a meal into her, so she’ll have strength tomorrow. On the other hand, I’m struggling to eat with all the emotions. I need to remain strong for her.
“You weren’t joking about being hungry, were you? I’m glad you survived my cooking.”
“This tastes amazing. I didn’t pick you for a cook, Mr. Cocky CEO.”
“Oh, I think you would be surprised at my many hidden talents, my little one. There’s more to this body than meets the eye. Not that you seem to have any problems with the parts of the body you’ve met.”
Her hand punches me in the shoulder while she tries not to choke on her last mouthful of omelet.
“Like I said, you are so cocky Mr. CEO. How do you even live with that ego?”
Now this is the woman I love. The one who’s not afraid to say what she thinks, who pushes me to the point of wanting her, and who triggers my frustration.
“No problem at all, really. My ego and I live a very happy existence with a mutual respect for each other. I feed the ego and he keeps growing big and strong.”
Zara bursts out, clutching her sides as she struggles for air.
“Wow, just wow, Grant. A sense of humor. Another hidden trait. You really are pulling out all the stops to impress me tonight, aren’t you?”
If only it would make a difference if I did. I want to impress, that’s for sure, but not with my humor.
“Have you finished eating?” I need to clear the bed. I have plans for Zara. Time to let her know how much I miss her.
“You haven’t even touched yours yet, though. I thought you were starving.”
“I am. I’m starving for you.” With the plates on the floor and out of my way, I grab the sheet and pull it off her. Wrapping my hands around her ankles, I drag her down the bed until she’s lying flat.
“Time for my dinner, baby,” I growl as she sucks in a breath.
“That’s right, Zara. No more talking or thinking about tomorrow. You just need to concentrate on me and feeling everything. Tomorrow, you can go back to your life but tonight you’re mine and I intend to make sure you enjoy every minute of it. Understand?” She nods her head.
“Tomorrow, you go out and grab that dream and live it. Tonight, I am living mine.”
Zara
You are my dream, Grant. I can’t be surer of it.
Can I be greedy enough to want all my dreams to come true?
“No talking, Grant, just show me. Show me your dream.” I cup his cheek and feel him melt into it.
This big tough man who scares people with his arrogance is putty in my hands. Even when I relinquish power, he still gives it to me anyway. Never before have I had such a strong man let me take what I need from him, yet still make me feel safe and protected.
His face tells the story.
He not only wants me, he needs me. His soul is aching for mine.
I know this, because I feel it, too.
His strong hands caress my body. I’m on sensory overload. I’m used to him taking me hard, and that’s what I wanted then. But not tonight.
Tonight, Grant is making love to me.
Tonight, we are one as lovers.
As he slides his cock into me, I feel every inch of him.
What I feel more though, is his entire body and soul connecting with mine. Although tonight is supposed to be about me and what I need, it’s also about Grant. It’s about stopping him from feeling so vulnerable and not being in total control of his life. For a man like him, control is how he lives and breathes. He doesn’t know any other way.
Part of me wants to tell him to fuck me hard and fast, only so I wouldn’t feel. I wouldn’t feel all the emotions that are now surging through my body.
Every thrust takes the emotions higher and higher. My body never wants to leave this spot of being pinned underneath Grant with him making sweet, passionate love to me.
He pours every single thing he has into me. I have almost broken this man.
Yet, he is here trying to give me all the strength he has left so I can then walk away from him again and take his strength with me.
Little does he know, the more strength he gives, the weaker I’ll feel in the morning.
“Baby, stop thinking and just take.”
He knows every inch of me inside and out. He reads my mind even when I don’t know the language it’s even speaking.
I’m so close to coming. My body tenses as he plays it like a well-rehearsed instrument. His hands caress me as I soar higher. Just as I am about to completely let go, he cups my cheeks and kisses me like it’s the last time. There’s such power and emotion in the kiss that I explode. The kiss speaks everything we can’t.
Thrusting through my orgasm, I can tell he’s wanting to savor the moment. Eyes closed, he’s memorizing every part of my body and mind as he releases the sexual tension he’s been holding for days. My name leaves his lips in a deep growl. It’s like I’m being ripped from his soul, like he’s letting me go.
That’s exactly what this is. It’s the last goodbye. Grant’s giving me the last piece of him. The only piece he has left to give before he says goodbye.
Tears start to fall hard. I’m now wrapped in his arms as he rolls us onto our sides.
I cry.
He strokes me.
I cry so much that sleep gets ready to claim me. I try to stop it. I need more time. I’m not ready for this to be the last time. My eyelids grow heavy and I just don’t have the strength to stay awake anymore. Finally, sleep offers me a place to escape. I desperately need it. Grant knows that, too.
“It’s okay, close your eyes. You need this, and I want to give it to you. Shh, my baby, just sleep.”
In my sleepy state, I answer. “Yes. Your baby. Forever and always your baby.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Grant
“Forever and always my baby,” I whisper back as I hear her first small snore. Her body molds into mine as she falls in slumber.
Minute by minute, her breathing slows and the stress lines on her face start to disappear. I want to stay like this forever with Zara in my arms and at peace, tru
sting me to look after her in whatever way she needs. Right at this moment, she needs me to hold her so she can finally sleep. My arms cocoon her, so she knows I’m here.
I always know what’s happening in my life. I plan it that way. Every moment is the way it should be. That was until this little woman in my arms came barreling into my world. That’s why she throws me so much. I don’t know what tomorrow brings, let alone the next hour.
It’s fucking killing me. I don’t function like this. My brain is in overload trying to compartmentalize everything. It isn’t working. Instead, it’s a complete fuckfest in my head. Only in regards to her.
What should I do?
Should I walk away for her?
Am I capable of walking away?
What does she want from me?
How does she feel about me?
Am I in love with her?
The last one is easy to answer. Abso-fucking-lutely!
I knew it before today but everything that’s just happened has confirmed it in my heart.
I’m so confused, which is a foreign emotion for me. I always know what to do and I make it happen. Tonight, that isn’t working. The longer we lay here, the more I just want to tie her up and shut the world away forever.
Watching her round, sensual breasts rise and fall is torture. I can’t look away. My hands itch to take hold and to run my fingers over them. To take her engorged nipple between my thumb and finger, to pull and twist it, just like she loves. It will encourage those moans that fall from her lips whenever I have my hands on her.
My eyes drift down her body, taking in every little detail. From the curve of her hips and her tight ass, something to hang on tight to when I’m sinking hard for her.
Those beautiful, stunning, long toned legs have me salivating. Having them wrapped around me felt like she’d been doing it forever. Those same legs I love and dream about are the same ones giving her the ability to dance her way out of my life.