“God, you really do taste so damn good.” He pressed his mouth against her hard, his tongue replacing his fingers, his hands going around her to support and keep her from falling, but as her knee began to wobble, she wasn’t sure there was much hope.
She moaned, not able to keep how good she felt inside her another moment.
“Good girl. Don’t be quiet for my benefit, Anne. I want to hear all your sounds.”
She only half heard him, so lost to the sensations of him that her brain wasn’t entirely functioning anymore. She tried to connect to her higher brain functions, if for no other reason than to respond to him appropriately, but it was like chasing bubbles on a summer day as they floated higher and higher into the air.
His fingers bit deep into the flesh of her ass, pulling her pussy hard onto his face where he ate her with long, controlled strokes. He would push his tongue inside her and fuck her with it, then suck her clit into his mouth. She was about to come. She clamped down on his shoulders to hold herself steady. Her breathing became choppy.
“That’s my girl. Come on my tongue, Anne.”
She shivered.
He lapped at her and sucked on her clit again, and she fell apart. She cried out, her leg wobbled, but he held her tight and kept sucking on her clit with the exact right pressure to keep the orgasm going and going. Her cries got louder and louder, and for a second, her vision went white. She closed her eyes tight, trying to breathe. She dug her fingers into his shoulders so hard she left marks, but he only moaned against her pussy. When she started to come down the other side he began licking her, soothing her, and she fell against him.
She whimpered.
So tired.
She wanted to climb back into the bed, but he stood up, pulling the tee off her so quickly she hadn’t even seen the move coming, and there she was, completely naked before him. The shock brought back some of her focus. She went to cover herself with her hands but stopped at the last minute, remembering his command to never hide herself from him. He caught it and smiled. “You learn fast. Good girl, Anne.”
Why does that phrase make me so flipping happy?
It was like some sick, people-pleasing need she’d had all her life, going back to her mother. There was a time in her life she would have killed to have her mother say those words to her, but she’d never heard them, not from anyone, not until Grey.
She pushed her hair back, clamping long strands of it to the top of her head, holding it with her palm while she tried to ease back away from the orgasm he gave her. Her legs were shaky, but he pushed her to the center of the space between the bed and the sitting area then slowly walked around her in a circle. She held her breath. She wasn’t that much to look at, she was about thirty pounds overweight, didn’t like to work out, had scratches across her stomach from her cat, not to mention the ones on her face Natasha had given her, and had an assortment of moles and freckles spaced sporadically across her body, but something about Grey’s approving gaze made her forget all that.
He came full circle and stood before her. She looked up to see his face, but she couldn’t read his expression now at all. Something about the sight of her nail marks, still visible in his shoulders, made her bold. He stepped close and brushed his hands along her face, cupping her head and bringing his lips down to hers. She could taste herself on him, an essence unlike anything she’d experienced before. Her taste mixed with his. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth, wanting more, needing more.
He fisted his hand in her hair at the base of her neck and tugged back, forcing her head into the exact angle he wanted, leaving her vulnerable to him. The maneuver caught her off guard but only for a moment. She gave herself to him. Whatever he wanted, she wanted, too.
He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes for a moment, but she wasn’t entirely there anymore. She’d slipped back into that warm fuzzy place she loved so much.
“You’re half gone. I can see it in your eyes. That’s subspace, baby.” He stroked her cheek and placed another passionate kiss on her lips. “It’s a high unlike any other. We are going to be amazing together, Anne. I can already tell.”
She wished she could see what he did, but for whatever reason—maybe because she was clearly in an altered state—she believed him.
He moved out of her line of vision, but she knew instinctively she was not to move, so she stayed right where she was and waited for him to return, and return he did, with a long velvet robe belt and the dark look of intent in his eyes that made her entire body grow even hotter. Her nipples hardened, and she felt a spasm within her. She needed his touch. She was riding the edge of another orgasm, and she needed his touch to release her. She’d never needed so much in all her life, but she loved it. It made her feel wild and passionate and real for the first time ever in her life, and it was a feeling she never wanted to lose.
“Has anyone, including that ass of an ex of yours, ever tied you, Anne?”
She gasped at even the thought, but as her first impulsive reaction to run dissipated quickly, it was replaced with a darker, wicked desire to find out what it would feel like.
“No.”
He stepped around behind her and brushed his hands down both her arms.
“You know you are safe with me, yes, Anne?”
She nodded, but he leaned against her ear, “Tell me.”
“Yes. I know.”
“Do you remember what we discussed last night about safe words?”
She did, although she hadn’t thought she’d seriously be in a position to want to use one. It had seemed silly and frivolous at the time, but now she understood. He wanted to protect her and make certain she was safe, but he was going to push her, test her limits, and as she wasn’t sure what they were herself, how would he know? Until he crossed one.
“I remember.”
He pulled one arm behind her back. She trembled.
“You are so very responsive. I love that about you.”
He pulled back her other arm, and she fought against her rash urge to pull away. She wanted this. She wanted all of it. She wanted him. It was a desperate, primal wanting she’d longed to feel, and there was no way she was running from this when it was exactly what she wanted.
She closed her eyes so she could simply feel as he wound the belt around her arms, binding them immovable. It aroused her to feel the switch between the soft velvet of the belt and the slight abrasiveness of his fingers. She wished she could see what he was doing because whatever it was, it felt intricate. He would wrap the binding around her then stop—she gathered he was tying it off—then he’d wrap some more, and by the time he was finished, she felt the belt from her wrists all the way to her upper arms, and she couldn’t move them at all.
He placed one hand around her bicep, “Come.” He tugged her, and she followed him. “I want you to see how exquisite you are when you submit to me.”
He placed her in front of a full-length mirror. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked in one—even fully clothed—but her preliminary reaction of fear at what she would see dissolved almost instantly because rather than the ugly, overweight woman she had expected to see, she saw something entirely different.
She looked into his eyes through the mirror as he stood behind her. His clothed state, even if it was merely pajama bottoms, contrasted her naked one beautifully, just as she was coming to see how his dominance contrasted her submissiveness.
“Look at yourself, Anne. Look at your body, your curves. Tell me what you see.”
Even though her mind was still foggy, she saw rather large breasts, one larger than the other. She saw a belly that flapped over and hid most of her pubic hair. She saw thighs that pushed together…
“Stop.” His voice was dark and commanding, and he walked in front of her, putting two fingers beneath her chin and tugging upward so she’d have to look at him. “You are perfection.”
She tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her. This was quite possibly more than she could bear
.
“Grey, please. You don’t have to lie to me or make me feel good about my body. You have me naked and tied. Isn’t that enough?”
The interaction was rapidly bringing her back to her normal state, and in that state, she wasn’t sure she could go through with this. She wriggled against her binds as he moved back around behind her. She followed his image in the mirror. He caressed her shoulders and ran his fingers down her arms. He slid his hands over her belly and rested them for a moment on her hips. He came up her body and cupped her breasts, brushing over the nipples with his thumbs, bringing them to full peak and sending her back to that state of arousal so heady it made her brain cells start to disconnect.
“You were sculpted by the gods with hips and breasts that please.” He moved his hands back over her belly. “You have a stomach. Good God, could it be possible you’re human?”
She narrowed her eyes at him, not at all appreciating his humor. She knew the kind of women he usually dated, supermodels and actresses and…well, whores if she were entirely truthful, but the point remained the same, she in no way looked like any of them. She looked…average at best.
“I’m going to make you a promise, love. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to look at this body and not think of me and my hands and my tongue and how fucking beautiful I find you.”
He turned her to the side, and she saw for the first time the elaborate binding he had on her arms. It was strange, but something about her being bound for him did make her feel beautiful. He hadn’t asked her if she was comfortable or if the binds had been too tight, which they weren’t. She drew the conclusion that he’d done this before and had some expertise at it.
“How does it make you feel to see this?”
Arousal shot through her, and she grew insatiably needy in a heartbeat. Too needy to play games or give into her natural shyness.
“It makes me feel like I belong to you, Grey. Like I’m yours. Like you own me.”
He smiled slowly, wickedly.
“And you like how that feels.”
It wasn’t a question this time. He knew, and that awareness passed between them through the mirror as she looked into his eyes.
He turned her back to face the mirror and began sucking on the curve of her neck, all the while holding her stare in the mirror. He brought his hands back up to cup her breasts, his fingers pinched her nipples this time, but the sharp bite of pain only aroused her more.
“I want to fuck you, right here, and let you see how much I desire you, how beautiful you truly are.”
He left her there in front of the mirror for a moment, and she looked at herself. She wondered if it were possible to see what he did. She turned slightly to see the bindings on her arms. It excited her unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and she desperately wanted him to come back to her.
When he did, he had a tall padded bench that he placed in front of the mirror. He stripped himself naked, and she wobbled where she stood. He caught her, and it was then she realized he had a condom in his hands. This was all real, and she was about to have sex with a man whose face graced the cover of magazines and whose body was coveted by much of the western world. This was three-time Academy Award-winning best actor, she’d seen him a hundred times or more on the big screen, red carpets, Leno and Letterman, Grey Hendrix. It was the mind trip to end all mind trips, and she hoped she was ready for it.
“Do you see what you do to me, love?” He grabbed himself. “Do you see how hard you make me?”
She watched mesmerized as he stroked himself from base to tip several times then rolled on the condom. She wanted to touch him. Her fingers twitched, but the bonds would never allow it. It was the first time since he’d tied her that she wished she was free. He turned her to face the mirror again and bent her forward so she was leaning her upper body across the bench, her ass now bared and positioned for him. He stood behind her, his gaze roaming her body and the view he had with her in the position she was in. Her cheeks began to burn from the scandalous nature of it all.
“Holy shit! I will make you see how gorgeous you are, Anne, but right now, I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
He grabbed her hips and aligned their bodies. She loved the feel of his hands on her, anywhere. She simply craved his touch. He held her then grabbed himself for a moment and brought his tip to brush along her folds, teasing her, making her crazy. She was already so close to coming. She wriggled, trying to get his touch in the spot she needed, but he was too in control.
“Look at me.” She looked up and caught his gaze in the mirror. “I want to see your face when I push my cock inside you. I want to see it in your eyes when I fill you.”
She was so damn needy, she didn’t care about anything else. Her capacity for coherent thought was rapidly exiting the building once more and along with them her need to stay in control, her fear of how wild she might get, and most importantly, her insecurity that she wouldn’t be enough for him.
She gasped as he started to slide inside her. She felt him pushing and stretching her, and she did as she was told and never broke eye contact. She was already so fully aroused and close to coming that the feel of his cock sliding into her was all it took, and she gasped as she came hard, squeezing her pussy tight around his cock. He groaned in response.
“You’re so hot and tight. God yes, Anne, come hard.”
Once he was fully imbedded, before she even felt the full cycle of her orgasm, he started to pump inside her. Pulling out and sliding back in, slow and cautious at first, as if learning her. She shuddered as the last of the orgasm rippled across her soul.
He moaned and ran his hand over her back. He grabbed her ass, ran his finger down the valley over her anus, but she was so deep in her arousal that she didn’t care how scandalous that seemed. She only absorbed the shock of pleasure it brought her. Soon he seemed as lost to the passion of the moment as she was. She continued to watch him in the mirror while he watched her. He ran his hands over her body, watching the movement, taking in every inch of her, but she honestly didn’t care right then. Eventually, he looked up at her and held her stare in the mirror as he fucked her hard and fast, slamming himself against her body, causing the bench beneath her to tip then set back sound as he pulled out, but only for a moment before he plunged back in.
She gasped, moaned, and made panting sounds that were foreign to her ears, but feeling his cock so acutely, feeling it ram in and hit her sensitive spots then pull out, rubbing against her vagina, her clit, then slamming back in was so raw, primal. Grunting. Panting.
“More. God, Grey, I need more!”
It was everything she ever wanted, a man who just took and didn’t ask, a man who wasn’t afraid to be rough with her. A man who seemed to know instinctively everything she needed.
He brought his hand up, then down on her ass in a hard smack that at first shocked, and she yelped out, but almost instantly, the pain dissipated into extreme pleasure like she’d never felt before.
“Oh God! Grey, again…more…please.”
He smacked her ass again, and this time it pushed her over the edge of another orgasm. Her low moan turned into a high-pitched shriek as the orgasm crested. She was weak from the pleasure, but the second she came down from the orgasm, Grey smacked her ass again, winding her right back up. It made her crazy! She felt like a wild animal who only wanted to fuck and be fucked.
She watched their image in the mirror. It looked completely foreign. He was all raw, masculine hard lines and completely dominant the way he dug his fingers into her hips and pulled her back onto him hard. What surprised her, though, was her own image. Her mouth agape, her glassy eyes half closed with lust, her arms bound behind her back as she was being fucked, her breasts squished into the soft, deep-blue suede that covered the bench. She thought she would look stupid, fat, ugly, but she didn’t see any of that. She saw a woman steeped in passion, and it looked exactly as it should have, exactly as he said it would.
She cried out when he
abruptly wrapped his fist in her hair and pulled, bringing her head up. Leaning forward, he bit into her exposed neck.
“How do you feel, Anne? How does my fucking you make you feel?”
Coming from anyone else, she imagined that would have sounded entirely arrogant, self absorbed, and idiotic. Coming from Grey as he slammed into her though…“I love it. I need it. Fuck me harder, Grey. Make me yours, please. I need it.”
He smiled as he pulled her hair harder before he brought his hand up around her throat, stroking the skin, holding her in place, then lifting her body partway off the bench as he ran his hand down the valley between her breasts before sliding over to one nipple and pinching it hard. The pain, the switch in position, and rhythm distracted her but only for a second because his adept fingers of his other hand began moving along her clit and pushed her right up to the edge of yet another orgasm. Her eyes started to close…
“Don’t close them, and don’t come this time until I tell you, Anne.”
“Wha…” She cried. Her breath gone, her senses a mix of primal want and need, and he just smiled wickedly at her through the mirror.
“Wait for me, love.”
He let go of her throat and her clit, gently rested her body back against the bench, and went back to guiding her hips. She moaned as he grabbed her hips and slammed into her again, sending vibrations through her entire body.
“Look at me, Anne.”
She’d forgotten for a moment, but his commanding tone brought her right back, and she stared at his image in the mirror.
“Look at us, Anne. We are perfection together.”
She did look and had to admit, it was a very striking picture, but she needed release. She pulled at the bindings on her arms, wanting to be free, wanting to stroke her clit, needing it, but then he shifted position, just slightly, but the difference pushed against something inside her, and she screamed, wanting to come, remembering his command not to. She clenched her pussy tight and instantly heard his low guttural growl.
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