He was so going down a dangerous slope if he was thinking about diamonds. Biting his tongue because it was too soon to go there, he took her hand, bringing it to his lips. Whispering a future claim on her ring finger, he kissed his way to the back of her wrist.
Straightening, he grabbed the tail of her flannel shirt. Slowly, he unfastened the bottom button, then the next. Her breasts were partially exposed already at the top. “Lovely,” he praised, enjoying the view he was revealing. The third and final button slipped from its hole. He brushed his fingers over her soft creamy flesh, parting the shirt. “Look at you.”
“You’re not mad?” she asked.
“About what, not telling me about your surgery?”
She nodded. “I’m sorry for not saying something sooner.”
“You don’t need to apologize for anything. I think you’re a bombshell. It’s the whole package I like, Gracie, not just your gorgeous breasts.”
“Maybe it wasn’t a mistake to get the reduction.”
“If you feel better and are more comfortable, than you did the right thing.” He was a little angry with himself for not seeing the thin scars before. “Don’t worry, baby, nothing’s changed, least of all how often I intend to fuck your tits.”
“Dallas!” she scolded, her eyes going wider even as a healthy blush stole over her face.
“Is that an objection?” He raised his eyebrow, trying to look intimidating.
“Only if it means a light spanking.”
“When I spank you for real, there will be nothing light about it.”
“What about this morning and that tap on my ass a few minutes ago?”
“That was correction for a minor offense,” he said. “If I spank you just the right way, I can make you come.”
Grace trembled, her sweet mouth made a perfect O. Dallas felt his grin fade as need took over. His cock was hard and ready to thrust between her soft, round breasts. Pushing the shirt off her shoulders, he watched it slide to the floor with a little wiggle from her. A woman wearing a man’s boxers shouldn’t have been sexy. But Grace was wearing his boxers. To him, she looked like a goddess.
“Let’s get these off too,” he said, skimming his hands from her shoulders to her firm ass. She wiggled. He pushed. The boxers dropped to the floor.
Dallas helped her step out of them and lifted her up. “You don’t have… Never mind, carry me away, Dallas McKay.” He carried her to the bed. “Do you think we could have some music?”
He set her down, giving her a quick kiss. “Yeah, we can. But you stay where I put you.” He let go long enough to turn back the bedcovers. She didn’t object to being lifted and placed on the mattress.
She smiled, relaxing against the pillows. Her hair spilled over her shoulders. She reminded him of a queen waiting to be fed grapes from a servant’s hand.
Shaking a little, he retreated to the other side of the room to find the remote for the entertainment system he’d installed in the wall. He switched the system to the classic rock station he liked, but turned it down so music wouldn’t overwhelm the bedroom. Heading back to bed, he kept watching Grace as he got the lighting remote and made the lights fade. The softer lighting made the bed glow.
Before sitting down on the bed, he rummaged through the bedside table until he found condoms and the satin cuffs and restraints he’d bought awhile back.
“Are you really going to use those on…me?” The bed shifted with her movements, her eyes on the cuffs.
“I’m going to use them to take care of you, Grace.” He climbed onto the mattress and straddled her thighs, putting his legs on either side of hers.
Her almost bare mound looked beautiful and soft, the thin strip of hair he’d left showing the way to her pussy. She looked really sexy shaved the way she was. The fact that she’d let him put a razor that close to her pussy made his balls ache.
“Give me your left hand,” he said.
Grace placed her hand in his. Her eyes went round as saucers when he fastened the cuff around her wrist. With a little Velcro on the back to hold it in place, only satin fabric would surround her wrist. He quickly fastened a restraint to the wrought iron headboard. Using a pillow to ease any discomfort or strain on her arm, he fastened her wrist cuff to the restraint. It would give her some slack, but she wouldn’t be able to move much.
“Your right hand,” he said, waiting for her to either balk now or go further.
She gave him her hand. Repeating the system with the second pillow, cuff and restraint, he bound her right arm to the bed.
“You doing okay, baby?” The next part might scare her. He had to be sure she was okay with it.
“More than okay, but if you don’t hurry, I might come alone.” Her expression had softened. Her breathing was deep and sure, but her eyes blazed with desire. He could smell her arousal, knew she was already dripping.
Dallas shook his head. “No, you wait. Tonight, you don’t come until I tell you to, understand?”
“I understand.” She flexed her hands and wrists, tugging some, but quickly finding the resistance of the satin cuffs kept her where he wanted. “Sometime, I’m going to do this to you, Dallas.”
He bent low, speaking in her ear. “Sometime, I’ll let you.” He kissed her softly, scooting down and off her. Gently, he touched her right ankle, massaging it along with her foot. Working his thumb along the arch of her foot, he slowly smoothed away any tension.
As soon as she totally submitted to his touch, he quickly tied the last restraints to the footboard, then wrapped her ankle with a cuff to bind her right leg. Taking her left foot, he massaged her toes, arch and ankle before sliding the last cuff into place and fastening it to the restraint.
Music was playing across the room. He had no clue what was on. He looked up from the foot of bed, saw Grace bound to it, and he damn near came in his boxers. She was naked and spread wide. The sight of her wet, hot, pink pussy drew his eyes like a magnet.
His heart raced like he’d done an entire decathlon in one day. Even though she was the one restrained, she wielded the power. Grace Daniels could break his heart and there was nothing he could do to protect himself.
Aw, hell, he loved her. He’d known since they danced, only now could he admit it to himself.
“Fuck,” he muttered, awestruck by how beautiful she was.
“Yes, fuck me,” she invited, looking at him like she wanted to be fucked hard.
“No,” he denied. This was his show. He was going to take it to the end.
“Please.”
“Patience, baby, sometimes you need to slow down and enjoy the ride.”
He crawled back up the bed, watching her face as he closed in. She waited, staring back. He liked that she wasn’t afraid. She didn’t have to be. He wasn’t going to hurt her.
Before straddling her, he leaned over and grabbed a bottle of massage oil, poured a small amount into his palm and set the bottle on the table next to a strip of condoms. He rubbed the almond oil into his hands, warming it. It left a very light sheen that would soon be worked into her skin, leaving her feeling soft rather than greasy.
“You really are one of the good guys,” she said.
“Yeah, but let’s not tell anyone.”
Satisfied that the oil was ready, Dallas massaged Grace’s shoulders. Being certain to work her skin and muscles, he flexed his fingers, finding her tension and releasing it. Refusing to rush, he kept his eyes on her face while running his hands over her soft skin, massaging her arms and hands. Her eyes grew softer, more trusting. Her full lips curved into a gentle smile.
Thinking she looked like a temptress splayed among the cotton sheets and pillows, he realized his hands were shaking. Trailing his fingers up along the bumps of her ribs, he was careful to hide the trembling and avoid tickling her. Only leaving traces of oil, he worked it into her skin. It smelled exotic, with a light hint of almond. Not wanting to use too much, he didn’t apply more to his hands. Instead, he let his fingers explore, appreciating her curves.
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sp; As he reached her breasts, he watched her nipples poke up at him. He wanted to bite and lick, but he held back. They weren’t rushing to the endzone here, not when he had Grace Daniels bound for pleasure.
“You feeling okay, Gracie?”
“Uh-huh,” she murmured, rocking and shifting with his touch.
Ignoring the temptation of fucking her too soon, he worked his way back down her ribs to her abs and hips. He missed nothing, especially not the way she purred and flexed, though she was already aware of her limits in moving too much. She couldn’t wiggle away or avoid anything he wanted to do to her.
Running his hands down her hips, he shifted to kneel beside her. “Maybe you should add masseur to your job titles,” she whispered.
“Guess that means you like this.”
“Definitely, you’re officially hired to do this every night if you want.”
“I’d like to,” he replied, even though logically they’d have to travel separately at times. Maybe soon he’d be able to bring her with him to away games, but that was something they’d work on later.
“Anyone tell you that you’re beautiful?” He slid his fingers along her bare thighs. She had fantastic legs. They were long, strong and soft as silk.
“Um, yes, you did.”
“And you know I don’t lie?”
“You’re a man of your word.”
“If that’s so, who will you see in the mirror the next time you look?”
“Grace Daniels,” she answered.
“And what is it about Grace Daniels that rocks my world?”
“I’m beautiful,” she stated.
Proud of her, Dallas shuffled back up the bed. He leaned down and kissed her. She hummed softly, parting her sexy lips for his tongue. Still in no hurry, though his cock was raring to go, he explored her mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out to draw hers into his open mouth. Sucking her flesh, he lured her tongue to the back of his throat. She was all sexy and sweet, a sultry siren waiting to be fucked, and he stayed patient, enjoying her taste and femininity.
Grace jerked her hands, coming up short when she might have wrapped him close. “Dallas, damn you, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Then I’m doing this right.”
“Have you ever tied up a woman?”
“I’m not going to lie. I’ve been known to use handcuffs or ties. But I haven’t used these restraints until now and never in this bed.”
“Wow, we’re like a couple of virgins.”
“I’m glad we’re not.” Silencing anything she might have said with another long kiss, he explored her mouth until she squirmed restlessly. This was just too damn fun.
Kissing a path from her chin downward, he teased her taut, raspberry nipples. Sucking one into his mouth, he plumped her other breast, deliberately scraping her peak with his thumb. Whenever he sucked her left nipple, he scraped his thumbnail over the right, alternating to suck her right areola into the cavern of his mouth. This time he sucked so hard he released her with a pop that made her nipple wet and swollen.
Grace growled like a wanton, trying to shove her breast back into his mouth, but the restraints kept her from moving far. Deliberately, he edged her nipple with his teeth, pulling it up before flicking his tongue across the very tip. She moaned low in her throat, thrusting her hips as much as she could.
“Dallas, please…I want you. Fuck me.”
“Soon, baby,” he murmured.
“Tyrant,” she grumbled. “If you release me, I can touch you or suck you, anything you want.”
“Not yet.” Grace groaned in frustration. “Slow, baby, we’re going slowly.”
“You’re damn near killing me.”
Dallas smiled, turning his attention back to her gorgeous tits. Gently, he blew on her areola, drying the nipple. Then he sucked half of her left breast into his mouth, drawing on her until she bucked and cried out his name.
Peppering kisses away from her breast to her sternum, he kissed a path to his intended destination, halting at her navel. He grabbed a pillow and carefully tucked it under her pretty ass, lifting her up for a tongue licking. Kissing and licking her navel, he enjoyed hearing her moan and hum while she shifted as much as he’d allowed with his restraints.
Glancing up at her pretty face and seeing the way her eyes had narrowed to watch him go down on her, he moved, kneeling between her spread thighs. “Fucking beautiful,” he praised, eyeing her cherry clit and juicy pussy. Cream dripped through her slit, trailing to the crack of her ass.
Diving in, he licked her clitoris and petal-soft labia, purposefully driving her closer to orgasm. Feeling her little spasms that warned how close she was to coming, he changed gears and stabbed his tongue into the tight opening of her pussy. Groaning at how good her sex tasted, he swallowed everything she gave him.
Swiping his finger through the wetness, he grasped her undulating hips to keep her still when she succeeded in dislodging him. Damn, even bound she was strong and bucking like a wild thing. He fucking loved it! It was a miracle he hadn’t come yet. But there was no way that was happening until he was buried in her sweet cunt.
“Stay still, baby,” he said. “I’ll tighten the cuffs.”
“No. I’ll be good,” she muttered.
All he could do was thrust his tongue back up inside her. Licking her inner walls, he traced his wet finger to her tight asshole, teasing only the rim until she reflexively relaxed enough to let him in.
Her ass was hot and tight, made damp with her slick cream. “Come, Gracie,” he granted, thrusting his tongue into her pussy and his finger in tandem. Grace cried out, her shouts echoing up to the rafters. The whole bed shook from the tension she applied to her restraints. More come slicked out of her pussy, the strength of her orgasm gripping his tongue so tightly, he saw stars.
Withdrawing his finger from her ass, he coated it with more of her juice, which had slid down her crack and rimmed her ass again. He knew she’d need more finger play there to be able to take his cock when the time came. Not tonight, but they’d get there. For tonight, he only wanted to begin preparing her. Slowly, he used two fingers to penetrate her ass, relaxing her by slashing his tongue over her clit, the slick bundle of nerves trembling. The moment the tight outer ring of her ass eased, he pushed his fingers deeper, stretching her. She was tight, amazingly tight.
Continuing to lick her clitoris, he drove her without mercy, demanding she accept his ravishment. “Again, baby, give me your cream now.”
Grace jerked against the head and footboards, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching as she shouted again. “Coming, I’m coming! Oh fuck, Dallas,” she cried almost incoherently, but she knew who was getting her off.
Feeling like he’d conquered her, he welcomed her salty cum bathing his tongue. He ate it up greedily. His balls drew up tight against his body. His cock felt hard enough to pound nails. There was no way he’d last much longer. Moving fast, he drew back and made a quick detour off the bed to wipe any remaining oil from his hands with a wet tissue, shucked his boxers and shirt and tore open a condom with his teeth.
As soon as he slicked the thin, sensitized latex over his dick, he climbed back onto the bed. Grace was only beginning to stir, but her eyes were on his erection. She’d watched as he’d protected them and he almost swore he saw disappointment in her eyes.
He understood. He wanted to make love to her without the condom. However they needed to make that decision when they weren’t blinded by sex. Groaning at the thought of being inside her very soon, he moved between her legs.
Deciding to take her in the most basic position, face to face, man to woman, he cupped the sides of her face. Beautiful, she was so damn beautiful. He kissed her, welcoming the slow soft glide of her tongue between his lips. Tangling his tongue with hers, he nudged upward, his cock finding her cream-slicked pussy easily. She’d come so much already, he could feel the wet heat through the thin condom.
Still kissing her, he pushed further inside of her, fighting back his need
to howl at the damn moon at how her pussy muscles parted to receive him, but quickly fitted around his shaft like a molten glove. With his body and kiss, he told her not to move, to take his thrusts, to accept his cock.
Nothing had felt as sweet as making love to his Grace, and soon, Dallas knew he was going to toss the rubbers and make her completely his. They didn’t say much. They didn’t need to. Her greedy, tight pussy gripped him mercilessly with each thrust, attempting to hold him inside. He was more than glad to please her. Pushing in deep one more time, he stayed still, letting her vaginal spasms squeeze him so hard that semen shot from his balls.
“Come with me, baby.” His cum flooded the condom in hot spurts, coating his cock head. Hearing her soft cry of release, he thrust slow and easy, enjoying the way she cushioned his shaft.
Satisfied to his marrow, Dallas kissed her gently before easing out of her. He tossed the condom in a trashcan by the bed, hit the remote to turn off the music and moved to unfasten her. It didn’t take long, but by the time he finished, Grace sighed in relief.
“You okay, Gracie? Did I hurt you?” Concerned, he rubbed her wrist, relieved to see the pale pink rings around her wrists would fade by morning. She’d pulled so many times, if he’d hurt her, he’d never forgive himself.
“No, no, Dallas,” she assured. “I loved every second of it. But I am plotting your demise.”
“Oh yeah? That sounds hot.” He tossed the cuffs to the bedside table and made a quick dash to the bathroom to wash his hand and penis. Finished, he returned to bed, hit the override for the lights and brought up the covers to drape them over their bodies. “Come here, baby.” He hugged her close, feeling tiny tremors run through her.
“Just wait, Dallas McKay,” she said. “When I can move, I’m going to fuck you blind.”
“Grace Daniels, who taught you to talk like that?”
“You,” she answered.
Grabbing her up a little closer, he eased back, liking the way she felt in his arms.
“Sleep for a bit, Grace,” he said. “I’ve the feeling we’re going to need it.”
“Me too,” she said, yawning.
Before long, they were asleep, both unaware that Max crept up onto the bed.
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