“Do you want this, Anne?”
She nodded ferociously. She’d not wanted anything more than she wanted to taste him in that moment.
“This is mine, but I share it with you because I know what you need, and I only want to bring you pleasure and care for you.” He rubbed his finger along her bottom lip, and she hungrily ran her tongue along it, soaking in whatever she could get of him.
He stepped away and began stroking himself again. This time his rhythm was faster, more determined.
“All I ask from you in return, Anne, is for you to be honest with me. For you not to hide yourself from me. That is my only rule to your being here with me.” He moaned long and deep, and she knew he was close to coming. She so badly wanted to be a part of it, but she was bound to the damn door and could only take what he was willing to give her.
“I’m going to come, Anne. Do you want me to give you what you need?”
She moaned and nodded. “Yes! Yes please.”
“Yes please, sir.” He scolded.
She gasped.
Oh my God.
Something about that command mixed with all the other stimuli had her on the verge of an orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched her. She started to move her foot, needing to close her legs so she could try and bring herself some form of release, but she remembered his order and stopped. She shakily forced out the words like an unsteady toddler taking its first steps. “Yes please, sir.”
The words felt heavy on her tongue, and so perfect. They gave her a sense of belonging that she had longed for all her life, and her need to please him shot through the roof.
“Good girl, Anne.”
Her heart skipped a beat, her pussy clenched, and she purred at the sound of his approval. She was coming undone with want and need.
He stepped close, still working his cock in his hand. He brushed his free hand into her hair and fisted a handful at the base of her neck.
“Then tell me what happened.”
God, she was right back to where this all started, but by this point she was so worked up, so needy, and so raw that she didn’t care about anything but him and pleasing him and getting what she craved from him.
“I saw you praying. It scared me.”
He tightened the hold in her hair and bit on the curve of her neck. She cried out, but it wasn’t from pain—it was pure decadent pleasure.
“Why?”
“My mother, friends…I don’t do church well.”
She couldn’t get her brain cells to work any better than that to explain it. It was as if she were now dwelling in a part of her brain that had no language, and what little she could remember didn’t seem all that useful.
“I don’t do church well, either, but I do have a deep and abiding faith in a God I adore, but that’s personal for me, Anne. I won’t ever push that on you. Do you understand me?”
He stepped close enough that now the tip of his cock, dripping wet, was pressed against her, poking her with every time he massaged it. She needed to come so fucking bad it was nearly unbearable.
“Please, Grey…”
“Please what, Anne?”
Before she could answer, he dipped his tongue into her mouth in a velvet assault that rendered her brain useless. When he was done kissing her, he stepped back from her and caressed her cheek. The look in his eyes told her he was going to take care of everything she ever needed.
“Please what?”
“I need to come.”
“I need to come, what?”
She blinked. She had no idea. She frantically scanned the recess of her mind. In a blinding flash, it came to her and she moaned as a shiver snaked her entire body and in a low purr she answered, “Please, I need to come, sir.”
His eyes flared, and he groaned. When he forced out the phrase she loved so much, it sounded thready, as if he were close to the edge of his own control. “Good girl, Anne.”
He worked his cock several more times as his eyes scanned her naked body. She didn’t even care anymore about any of her flaws. The look in Grey’s eyes when he gazed at her was all that mattered.
“I’ll see to your needs, but first, I want to show you what you look like when I’ve marked you as mine.”
Before she even had a chance to finger through that response in her mind, he came hard, his hot cum shooting out, landing on her belly, her breasts, and sliding down toward her pussy. Her knees quivered for a moment, and she couldn’t breathe.
“More. I want you all over me.” She didn’t even recognize the sound of her own voice nor the depth of her need, but in that moment, she wanted to be covered in Grey’s cum, to feel as though he owned her, body, heart, and soul.
He continued to jerk his cock until every drop of cum had splashed onto her body. Only then did he reach up and untie her hands, shoving her to her knees on the artificially heated tiles.
“Clean me, Anne. Lick every last drop of cum from my cock.”
She did so happily. Taking him into her mouth and sucking, she milked the last of his orgasm from him, the potent essence coating her tongue and throat as she swallowed what was left. When she had licked his cock until it was as if he’d never come, he grabbed her to her feet, his fingers pressing into her forearms. He turned her nearly viciously to face the mirror where she saw the white, milky fluid staining her skin.
“You are mine, Anne, and I will fuck you anytime I want, anywhere I want, and you will give yourself to me completely for as long as we are together.”
She nodded. The image in the mirror of Grey standing behind her, his eyes still darkened by lust, combined with her own appearance, stained with his mark, her hair wild from sleep, and a new expression she’d never seen before on herself, pure unadulterated need mixed with a straight, hard shot of lust. This was the woman she knew lived inside her, the one she always wanted to release but that she always feared. Grey saw her, brought her to the surface, and claimed her. She would never be the same again. There was simply no way she could ever go back to being the Anne she was a few days ago.
“And, Anne…” He turned her to face him directly. “Never lie to me again.”
She had no answer for him. She felt ashamed that she had even tried lying to him, so she simply nodded. Then he turned her back to face the mirror.
“Put your foot up on the counter.”
She instantly did as she was told, and a fresh blaze of arousal swept through her at the new image staring back in the reflection.
“That is my pussy, Anne, and I’ll choose when and where you get your pleasure from. Are we clear?”
She was shaky with anticipation, and from somewhere inside her mind, she found the exact right response.
“Yes, sir.”
Her pussy clenched, and she closed her eyes against the punch of lust that hit her hard in her soul.
“Fuck, Anne, you do please me, so very much.”
She opened her eyes to see his smile in the mirror. He reached around her and slid three fingers inside her. She clenched down hard on them and writhed against them, suddenly mad with need. He fucked her with his fingers while she watched them once again in the mirror, only this time it was different. She was different. She felt claimed, safe. Everything about this, though it was still so new and so out of her realm of knowledge, seemed like the exact right thing, and she gave herself to it freely.
She watched the image as he bit and sucked her neck, fucked her pussy with his fingers, played with her nipple with his other hand and saw the stain of his cum still on her skin. Her hair was wild, her mouth was open as she softly panted, and she had a ring of mascara beneath her eyes. She looked somewhat dazed. It all combined into the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life. She could barely believe that girl in the mirror was her, but she was too close to coming to overthink any of it.
“Come for me, angel.”
He ran his thumb over her clit, and maybe that was all she’d been waiting for, or maybe it was because he’d given her permission, but she came with
the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt in her life. He held her tight as the waves of electricity rolled through her body. She couldn’t breathe, didn’t care. Then the wave crested, and she screamed out the release, knowing there was no way in heaven or earth she could have kept silent in that moment.
When the tumult passed, she collapsed into his arms. He scooped her up, pressed a hard kiss to her forehead, and took her back to the bed where he wrapped her first in his arms then second in the blankets.
She breathed in and out slowly. Mind sinking into the abyss, body sore and tired, she tried to fight sleep, but knew she would lose. Things had changed between them, the wall she’d been trying so tenaciously to keep up between them was obliterated, and the leash she’d been trying to keep on herself melted with the heat of their passion. Everything was different for her now. She was swimming in uncharted seas. And though it scared her, as she felt sleep take hold of her, she knew in Grey’s arms she would always be utterly safe and that was enough for her. It would always be enough.
Chapter Eleven
Grey was still feeling overwhelmed while he lay beside Anne. He watched her sleep and held her so tight he was afraid she might actually be uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help himself. She was the most incredibly beautiful woman he’d ever met, and it was more than physical. It was her spirit he was falling for. She gave herself to him so freely. She followed his directions, and even when she fought him, there was a part of her that never entirely pulled away.
He hated having to discipline her earlier, but he’d been so irritated and hurt that she lied to him. She was new to the rules and the ethics of power exchange, but the best way to learn was to simply find someone you trust and let them lead you. He was trying to be that for her. Still, as he brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her forehead, he wondered if, when she woke up, she’d want out. In a way, it was probably better for them both if she did.
She moaned and tried to turn over, but he held her close to him. She nuzzled against his shoulder and fell back asleep. It was getting late, and he had dinner with the guys. He wanted to cancel but worried what they’d do if he even tried. He was also anxious to further discuss with Anne what had freaked her out so badly earlier. He had some trouble understanding why the sight of him praying had bothered her so.
He scrubbed his hand over his head.
You have to remember this isn’t forever.
What she thought, what she believed, what bothered her, really didn’t matter. They were sharing a few passionate days that would pass too quickly. Then he would release her from his heart and from his mind and dedicate himself one hundred percent to his daughter and her well-being.
As much as he hated it, he separated their bodies, tucked her beneath the blanket, and left the bed. He groaned and scrubbed his hand through his hair before reaching for a band on the dresser and tying it back. He grabbed for his jeans and a tee with the picture of a Stormtrooper, head hung low, and below it the words Regret—Those were the droids you were looking for.
He stuffed his pockets with the essentials and checked the time. Any second now, either Jake or Vaughn would be banging at the door. He didn’t want to wake her, but he also didn’t want her to wake on her own and wonder where he was. He sat gently on the bed and caressed her hair until she opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
“You okay?”
She smiled wider and nodded.
His heart squeezed. He’d never found joy in the simple pleasure of someone’s face other than Sophie’s.
“I have to go out for a couple of hours, a commitment I made. Will you be all right here by yourself?”
She sat up and pushed her long hair back over her head. She pulled the blankets up to cover her body as if he hadn’t seen all of it earlier.
“Yeah. I’ll just take a shower and read maybe. I’m a big girl, Grey.” She wrinkled her nose at him in a most adorable fashion, and it was all he could do not to just take her again right then. She had him hard, and she hadn’t even done anything.
She pushed at him. “Go. I’ll be fine. You had Jordan bring me anything I could have needed and then some.”
“I feel like an ass.” He caressed her cheek and pulled her in for a long molten kiss that ended all too soon at the interruption of a knock at the interior door.
“Grey! Come on, get your ass out here!”
Anne giggled.
Grey was not as amused.
He leaned his forehead against hers and growled low in his throat. “I don’t really need best friends.”
She laughed again and pushed him away. “Go. Have fun.”
Something in her eyes grew tender then sad, and it kicked him in the stomach.
“What?”
She shook her head then gasped, apparently recalling his earlier direction not to lie to him. He was so damn pleased with her.
“I was just thinking about the time I’d have to say good-bye permanently. It’s too short.” She shrugged like it didn’t matter, but he knew it did.
“Grey!”
“Fuck.” He held up one finger to her and left the bed, yanking the adjoining door open. Anyone else he would have ignored, but Vaughn would be a pain in the ass until he acknowledged him.
“Look.” He spread his arms wide. “I’m dressed. I’ll be right there.”
He slammed the door before Vaughn could respond and went back to Anne.
“Angel, is this too much for you?” God, he didn’t want to lose her, but he also didn’t want to hurt her.
“No. I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” She cupped his face in her palms. “This has been the most amazing experience of my life so far. No one in their right mind would want it to end, but I do understand that it will. I want whatever you can give me, so go with your friends, and I’ll be here when you get back.”
The clarity in her eyes when she spoke astounded him. She was stronger than he’d given her credit. In truth, she may have been stronger than he was. He kissed her softly then stood from the bed.
“I’ll be back.”
She gave him the sexiest little smile and answered him seductively, “I’ll be waiting.”
* * * *
Cole cursed under his breath while he sat outside Annie’s apartment building, watching the main entrance. He smelled, he needed to piss, and he was sick of the Cheetos and Pringles he’d been living on for two days now.
“Where the fuck are you, Annie?”
He pounded his fists against the steering wheel before turning the key and starting the ignition. He’d run to the 7-Eleven again and use their bathroom. He hated leaving his post because, when he came back, he would have to check her parking space then lurk around in the bushes outside her apartment to make certain he didn’t miss her. He’d been sitting there for days, though, and all he’d seen was that slut friend of hers come and go.
Shoulda followed her.
He thought about it at the time, but Annie was as predictable as the tides, or she had been. He waved at the night clerk and headed for the back, stopping for a second as the tabloids at the register caught his eye. He pulled one from the metal holder and scanned the cover.
Grey vs. Brittany. The Gloves Are Off!
“How the fuck did Annie get mixed up with that guy?”
The woman he knew wouldn’t have the appeal to draw the eye of a guy like that. He wondered how they’d even met. Rage boiled beneath his skin when he remembered how the ass had gotten the better of him and everyone had looked the other way.
He shoved the rag back into the display.
“Fucking asshole.”
He continued his trip back to the bathroom, seething. It wasn’t over, though. Somehow he was going to figure out what the hell was going on, and he was going to fuck it up.
He pulled his dick out of his pants and pissed in the urinal, all the while feeding his anger. No one, and especially no woman, ever got the better of him. He’d dumped Annie because he’d gotten everything he wanted from her, but something about h
er ability to move on and think she could better herself pissed him off.
He started to stroke himself, picturing Annie.
“I’ll get you back, girl.”
He imagined shoving his cock into her mouth. She hated that, and the image of her gagging on him made him rock-hard. He worked himself up until cum exploded from the head and ran down the bathroom wall. He shoved himself back into his pants and drove back to Annie’s. He could be the most patient and focused man on the planet when he needed to be. Sooner or later she’d have to come back, and if not, he’d gotten her work schedule from the idiot at the hotel.
“No worries, Annie, our time will come.”
* * * *
“Two beers and a lemonade de tropico.” The waitress set the drinks on the table, and Vaughn handed her a Platinum Card.
“Open us a tab, would you, sweetheart?”
The girl giggled and blushed and took his card. “Anything you want, Mr. Taylor.”
Vaughn ran his hand over hers as the card moved from his fingers to hers. “Call me Vaughn, honey.”
Grey rolled his eyes. “Why do they work so hard to make the nonalcoholic beverages sound enticing?”
He picked up his lemonade—spiked with pineapple, orange juice, and a hit of grenadine—and flung the plastic umbrella to the wooden tabletop.
Jake took a swig from the longneck bottle before him then cocked his head at Grey’s drink. “To make the pussies feel like they’re really living? No offense, Grey.”
Grey narrowed his eyes at Jake and growled. “None taken.”
“Okay, okay.” Vaughn stepped in as referee then took a quick hit off his bottle. “So, Grey, what the hell is going on with you, and who is this woman you’re suddenly inseparable from? Not that I mind Jake’s company, but come on, spill.” He encouraged him further by tipping the bottom of the brown bottle in Grey’s direction.
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