“Now, baby. Come for me now!”
She did gladly—screaming as the orgasm raced through her entire body, touching every part of her—and held on. She splintered into a million tiny pieces. She had never felt anything like it in her life. Everything in her body tensed. Even her toes curled from the overpowering assault to everything she was, and when the wave finally passed over, she knew in her soul she was changed and would never again be the same woman, and when she wasn’t so utterly exhausted, she intended to celebrate that!
Chapter Ten
Grey deftly untied the knots that kept her arms bound then cradled Anne in his arms. Scooping her up, he pulled her into his body so she would feel safe as she came back to reality. He went back to the large stuffed chair where this had all begun, only this time when he sat, he had her with him. He pulled the light blanket over her that he’d left there earlier for just this reason and loved it when she curled into him, snuggling her head against his shoulder with a purr.
She’d been so responsive to his touch. He couldn’t remember another woman who’d fallen so deeply under his control so fast. She wasn’t playing with him. She’d genuinely submitted to him, which fed his need to please her like gasoline on a fire. What he saw in her eyes, though, was the final nail in his coffin. It wasn’t just that she desperately loved everything he did to her. Besides, she trusted him. He hadn’t done anything to earn that trust, but yet there it was, naked in her eyes. She trusted him. He’d never found that before with a woman, and it changed him, made him more protective, made him want to reach further and go longer to do anything that would make her happy and content.
He closed his eyes, trying to force the next thought from his mind, the thought where he never wanted to let her go. She wasn’t his to keep. He couldn’t forget that. It would hurt them both too much if he did. He pulled her closer still and kissed the top of her head. He would repay the gift she’d just given him though, tenfold if she’d let him.
“Are you okay?”
She looked up at him with a sexy little smile playing about her lips.
“I’m”—she rolled her eyes as if searching for the word—“amazing.”
She jostled her position in his lap as a tear spilled over and down her cheek. He caught it on his thumb then pressed kisses over her eyes, wishing he had the words to express to her how much she meant to him, how much everything she was meant.
“I can’t…” She bit her lip. “I don’t know, I just…Damn! My brain cells aren’t exactly working at the moment.” She smiled and snuggled back down into him. He put his arms tight around her.
“That’s normal, love. Just relax. I’m here, and I’ll keep you safe.”
She seemed to take him at his word because very soon after that, as he noticed her breathing changed, she had fallen asleep. He probably needed to lay her in the bed and let her get some real rest, but honestly, he wasn’t ready to let go of her… Not just yet.
He wasn’t going to pick this whole thing to pieces in his head, the timing of it, the potency of it all. He learned early and repeatedly in life that nothing was a certainty and, when something good happened to him, he just damn well better enjoy it while it did last.
He kissed her forehead as a knock sounded at the interior room door.
“Shit.”
He wasn’t ready to put her down, but whether that was Vaughn or Jake at the door, they weren’t going to give up, and yelling across the room for them to go away would probably just wake her anyway. He carefully stood with her in his arms and moved to the bed. The knock sounded again, this time more persistent, pissing him off. He laid her in the bed and took one long look at her naked body, growing hard again and growling beneath his breath. Good lord, but he wanted her again already. He was going to have to pace himself. She was damn innocent and inexperienced, and though she appeared to be an insatiable student, he sure as hell didn’t want to scare her away by being too much for her too fast.
He covered her, pulled the condom off his cock and disposed of it, then grabbed his robe and the tie, smiling as he slipped the velvet through his fingers before tying it around his waist. He moved to the door, pulling it open just as the knocking sounded again.
“What the fuck do you want, Jake?”
“My guitar.” Jake gave him a big grin and attempted to peer over Grey’s shoulder, but Grey moved to block his view and stepped into the living-room area of the two-bedroom suite he shared with both Jake and Vaughn. The maneuver effectively pushed Jake further out of range, where he could no longer view Anne.
“You took three guitars out of here when we switched rooms.” If this was some ruse Jake and Vaughn had cooked up just to see the woman he was with, he was going to kick both their asses.
“I know that, but the vendor at Gibson thinks he can fix the break on my vintage flat top. I didn’t realize I’d need that one, so I left it…You were sort of rushin’ me out of here, if you recall.”
Grey snarled but backed up and opened the door. He placed his palm flat on Jake’s chest as he started past him. “You wake her or make one smartass remark…”
Grey’s body was still full of adrenaline, and his primal need to protect had been wakened big time. Not even his best friend was safe.
“Wow.” Jake pulled down his sunglasses and peered over the top. “She’s that special?”
Grey tensed. “Just go get your fucking guitar before I kick me some white country-boy ass.”
Jake moved into the room, and Grey watched his every step. He went right to the armoire and pulled a guitar case out from the bottom. Jake was nuts about his guitars. He collected them as much as played them, and it was probably the only thing in life he took seriously.
Some deep instinct to block Anne from view had Grey moving near the bed. Once Jake got the guitar and hung the case strap over his shoulder, he turned to him.
“Got it.”
“I see that.”
He failed to move. Grey rolled his eyes and silently motioned to the door, but Jake still refused to move.
“God! What?”
He shrugged.
“Just wondering if this means you’re ditching me and Vaughn, the rest of the convention, and our guys’ week?”
Grey groaned and ran his hand through his hair. Vaughn was the hottest ticket in rock right now, as Jake was in country music, and Grey’s career was definitely in high gear as well. Time together was a luxury, so the three friends barely saw one another anymore, but…mentally, he stroked Anne’s lush body. Her breasts were so perfect, and her hips. He loved that she had a belly, which made him want to bite it. He wanted to bury himself between her gorgeous thighs and not come up for days. Why did the timing have to suck so bad?
“Of course not.” He couldn’t ditch his friends, and besides, Anne did have to work. It was just a matter of time management…right?
He knew he should offer more assurance, but he was having trouble finding it.
“Okay.” Jake took one more look, trying to peer around Grey.
Anne sighed in her sleep, and Grey heard the covers rustle. He tensed, wondering if she’d come uncovered in any way.
“Okay.” Grey hoped that would be the end of it and Jake would now start moving to the door, but it was as if the man’s seven-hundred-dollar Luccheses were cemented to the mulch-colored carpeting.
The two stood and stared at each other for a moment before Jake finally broke the awkward silence with a stage whisper. “Oh, come on, man, you know I live vicariously through you. Who is she, and why don’t you want me to see her?”
Grey strangled the first thought he had, which was not at all generous, but Jake lived in fantasy world where women were concerned. Jake could get laid every night of the week if he wanted, but instead he pined for a woman he didn’t even want to meet. So his needing to live vicariously was his own damn fault. He stepped forward and took his friend by the arm, pulling him back to the door.
“Anytime you want to actually meet Kat, I’ll arrange it.
You want to share this woman, not happening. I appreciate you switching with me and giving me the single room, but that doesn’t give you some kind of rights to cheap thrills and indecent looks at my woman, so take your guitar and get the fuck out, Jake.”
Jake didn’t argue or fight with him. He went to the door, though. Grey realized he’d ruffled a few feathers, but with his cock this hard, he just didn’t give a damn.
“Fine. I’ll go, but Grey, we expect to see you tonight at dinner, and don’t blow us off.”
He cringed, knowing there was no way he’d make dinner, and tried to play dumb.
“Thought that was tomorrow night.”
“No you didn’t. You’re just trying to worm out of it. Suck it up, Hendrix. Dinner, tonight, just the three of us. You aren’t getting out of it.” Vaughn entered the living room from the other bedroom across the suite, dressed in jeans and a long tunic that made him look like an escapee from the sixties.
“Fine. Let’s make it a late dinner. Eleven?” For the rest of the world that would seem odd, but to a group of musicians, it was like suggesting six thirty.
Vaughn moved into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Grey wasn’t even sure what time it was anymore. Between his up-all-night musician friends and Anne’s all-night work schedule, his internal clock was shot.
“Good.” Jake was clearly thinking over his next words, but Grey didn’t want to hear them. He started to close the door in his friend’s face but wasn’t quick enough to block out the warning when it came, “Just watch yourself, Grey. You have Sophie to think about now.”
Grey shut the door and bolted it, cursing beneath his breath. He didn’t need Jake or anyone else reminding him about Sophie. She was practically the only thing on his mind these days. He’d turned down two stellar roles in films that were guaranteed hits and a great producing project just so he wouldn’t have to split his focus from the custody case, but Anne…
He walked back over to the bed and watched her sleep.
Anne was under his skin, deep, and he wasn’t sure if he could walk away from her anywhere near as easy as he’d walked away from those films, and something about that fact scared the shit out of him. She was different, but he wasn’t sure she was good for him and where his life was hopefully going.
He moved closer and dropped the robe before slipping under the covers beside her and pulling her warm body close. He had no clue what the future would hold, but he did know one thing, she was good for his present, and he’d be damned if he was going to walk away from that…yet.
* * * *
Anne woke feeling a little sore, both from where her arms had been bound earlier and in other places where she’d never been sore before. She pressed her thighs together and wondered if that was normal. Of course, none of this was normal for her, so she supposed the question was redundant.
Grey wasn’t in the bed with her. She looked around the room. She’d get in so much trouble if any of her supervisors knew she was there, but that wasn’t going to stop her. Nothing would at this point. The room was one of the newly redecorated ones on the floor, now appointed in chocolate browns and moss greens. A sitting area held a small sofa and two oversized chairs, a small white coffee table, the faux-antiqued armoire that housed one of the room’s televisions as well as clothing storage. Of course, it had the feature the hotel was known for—floor to ceiling windows lined two walls in this room as it was a corner suite. She imagined Grey had the entire suite, although all she’d seen so far had been the one bedroom, but as he’d said before, he had a roommate, it made sense they’d booked the entire suite. The way the hotel was set up, the living room that joined two rooms could be booked individually or grouped as a one or two-bedroom suite. It gave the hotel a lot of flexibility.
In the gray morning light slipping through the panes of glass, she saw the silhouette of a man on his knees before the windows. She sat up and rubbed her fingers across her eyes to see if she was seeing correctly, but as it appeared to her, Grey was praying.
She shifted uneasily in the bed. She wasn’t against prayer, or God, but she never expected this. She ran through her mind, again, the time she’d spent with him so far. In the church she’d spent all of her youth in, Grey would have been ostracized for his…well, for being Grey, to be quite truthful, the same way she had been ultimately. The one thing she learned about church was that they weren’t all that flexible when it came to the rules. There were times as an adult when she found the experience wonderful and comforting, but as she went through her divorce, and watched Frank struggle with his sexuality, she found the setting oppressive and restrictive, and the people who she had viewed as family became judgmental and harsh the same way they had in the church she’d grown up in.
Watching Grey on his knees brought up a lot of mixed emotions for her. She missed her faith, but she had walked away not being able to live up to the standards placed on her by the people around her, and now she had to wonder what Grey would expect of her.
She snuck quietly from the bed and went into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and immediately started nervously chewing her thumbnail. Religion made her nervous and upset, and the last person she thought she’d ever have to worry about was Grey. She looked at her image in the mirror, frustrated and unsure.
“You’re fine with him tying you up and doing God knows what manner of things to you sexually, but you catch him praying and you come unhinged? What’s wrong with you?”
“Anne.” The voice was accompanied by a knock, and the two combined startled her.
She jumped and turned to face the door.
“Um, yes.”
Within a heartbeat the door opened, and Grey stepped in wearing his robe.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re hiding from me, Anne?”
Guilt coursed through her veins, and she considered lying to him, but he must have seen it in her eyes because as he slowly drew the belt from his robe, he warned her with a deep, “Don’t,” which shut her up instantly.
She wished she’d thought to put a robe on. Suddenly, her nakedness made her uncomfortable again, and she folded her arms tight across her chest, wishing she could cover more of herself with that subtle movement.
She swallowed hard as he wrapped the belt around his hands and stepped right up alongside her.
“I thought we’d gotten past this, Anne. What happened?”
She looked at her bare toes on the marble tiles. She felt potent remorse as she never before had but couldn’t find the right words to answer him.
He placed his fingers beneath her chin and tipped her head up so she was forced to look at him and asked again.
“What happened?”
This time his tone soothed even as it scolded, and she took some comfort from that. She reminded herself that the only thing she was certain of in all of this was that she wasn’t ready for it to all be over. Somehow she found the strength to string together a few words. “I didn’t want to disturb your prayer.” But they were a lie, and he instantly knew it. She saw it in his eyes and felt the immediate sting of disapproval.
He moved so quickly she wasn’t able to circumvent him. He grabbed her arm, turned her, and pressed her breasts down on the cold granite countertop, where she was forced to stare into the mirror again, only this time his hand came down on her ass with three hard wallops that shocked her in both their intensity and the ensuing mixed feelings of desire and shame they unleashed in her. Shame because she failed him. She’d done the one thing he asked her not to.
“You wouldn’t have disturbed me, Anne.”
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Tears welled in her eyes as confusion swirled in her mind. She gasped but didn’t try to move away from him. God, it felt so good even when she knew the only reason he was doing it was because she’d hurt and defied him. Still she grew wet and found herself squirming, pushing her ass higher, begging for another, but none came.
He pulled her straight, pushed her bac
k to the bathroom door, and began winding the belt around her wrists.
She shivered.
Not from the cold.
Not from fear.
From the sheer erotic energy that now pulsed through her body.
He said nothing to her, merely tied her hands, then raised them above her head and fastened the other end to the hook on the back of the door, tight enough so that she couldn’t move. He then went down on his knees and placed each of her feet exactly where he wanted them, displaying her for his own viewing pleasure.
When he finished, he looked straight up at her with a warning look in his eyes. “Don’t move them, no matter what.”
She inhaled and nodded her understanding.
Everything inside her was sparking. Her skin was so sensitized, she thought she may come from the simplest brush against any part of it. Her mind started to slip into that foggy place where all she cared about was that moment and what Grey would do to her next, and she loved it.
“Tell me now, Anne, what happened in there? Why did you hide from me? Why did you lie to me?
His questions dimmed a good bit of her arousal. She had hoped he’d gotten over his need to know, but apparently not. She knew she could never lie to the man again, not as long as she lived, but the truth hurt, and she didn’t want to open herself up to him that much. In the end, the reality was that he was going to leave her and he was already so far under her skin that she didn’t think she needed to share everything in her heart and soul with him.
“It was nothing important.”
She swallowed when the look on his face grew dark. He slowly removed his robe and was completely naked beneath. He was so gorgeous. Her fingers twitched with the need to touch him, and she pulled against her bonds, but she did as she was told in at least one area and didn’t move her feet. Still she received no, Good girl, Anne, and her heart sank.
He began stroking himself. The image was so arousing her need to touch him soared, but she was securely bound, and there would be no touching him. She watched silently while his hand moved from the base to tip of his shaft again and again. Occasionally, he would moan deep in his throat. She writhed and squirmed against the door, shoving her breasts out, her nipples hardened, dying for his mouth to take them. She kept her feet perfectly still all the while she watched, and when the first drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip, he took it on his finger and brought it to her lips.
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