“I’ll come down with Miss Ruby.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The guards left, and Grey folded her into his arms. His warmth penetrated aches she hadn’t even realized, before that moment, she had. He held her firm for a few moments, and she absorbed him. He pulled back a few moments later and posed her head in such a way that he could examine her neck. She felt foolish.
“Grey, I’m fine.”
“I’ve known you less than a week, and twice someone has left marks on your body.” He moved her head again, this time so she’d look into his eyes. “And I should be the only man ever to be allowed that privilege.”
She loved how possessive he sounded. It was strange because possessiveness was a double-edged sword. From Cole, it was ugly, while from Grey, it was perfection.
“I know. I’m not sure I’m liking this new trend.” She tried to smile like she meant it but wasn’t sure she’d accomplished that.
“I was wondering if this had been a long-running tradition or something new.” He dropped a kiss to her nose.
“Definitely something new.”
He brushed a finger beneath her eye where her bruises from earlier in the week were still healing. The look on his face was pensive and carved in tenderness.
“And you’re sure you’re okay?”
She breathed deep and pulled away from him. “You know, I really am, Grey.”
She hesitated. There were so many things she wanted to tell him. She wanted to share with him all the ways knowing him was changing her. She wanted to tell him just how damn proud of herself she was for standing up to Cole, but none of her words made their way to the surface.
He was going to be out of her life in such a short time. She couldn’t come to need him. That would be the worst mistake she could make.
Chapter Twenty-One
Grey waited anxiously for Anne to step out of the bathroom. After seeing Jordan safely to her car and giving their statements, he planned on bringing Anne back to his room and doing whatever she needed to feel safe. He assumed she’d want to sleep, but she’d surprised him. She told him she refused to let Cole rob her of even one second of her time with him and that she wanted the evening to go as he’d planned originally.
There was a moment when he saw it in her eyes, her submission to him, though he hadn’t expressly asked for it. It had been a very long time since he’d had a submissive of his own. He longed for it, and Anne was so perfect, so trusting and so eager to learn, but he kept coming back to the timing. Taking on a submissive properly was a very time-consuming responsibility, as was Sophie, and she had to come first.
* * * *
She pushed her hand into his and fought the fear enough to verbalize her thoughts. “Grey, when you leave…”
“Anne, don’t.”
He seemed pained, but she needed to ask.
“I have to, Grey.”
He closed his eyes and pulled her into his arms, placing a solid kiss to the top of her head. “I don’t want it to end, either. I just don’t know how to make it work.” He leaned back and looked down at her. “I can’t take my duty to Sophie lightly, and your needs, Anne, well they’re greater than you realize. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you to attempt to split my time. And it sure as hell wouldn’t be fair to ask you to sit on your ass for years while I raised my daughter, now would it?”
She considered his words. Fair? Probably not, and honestly, she wasn’t sure she would be able to simply wait for him without losing her mind, but there had to be an answer.
“I’m willing to do whatever I have to, Grey. I just want to be with you.”
He looked down into her eyes, and though she feared she’d feel too vulnerable making that declaration, she didn’t. She felt stronger.
“I wouldn’t ever expect to come before your daughter, and I’m not trying to complicate things.” She shrugged as tears swam in her eyes. “I just want to be with you.”
Was this fighting for him?
She wasn’t sure, but she was definitely following her heart, and Aiden was right. Whatever pain she felt from this wouldn’t be as bad as the pain she’d feel if she wasn’t honest with him, hadn’t told him the truth of it. She drew a breath and stared into his eyes, “Grey, I’m falling in love with you. I don’t want, need, or expect anything from you in return, but I needed you to know that.”
It was too soon. She never should have said the “L” word, but she had, and she wouldn’t take it back, and she wouldn’t regret it.
“Aw, baby.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her lips.
The tears started to spill from her eyes, rolling slowly down her cheeks. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her so tenderly, but all the while she felt his tethered passion rolling just beneath the surface.
She reached up and placed her hands on his forearms, her own passion starting to rise, spinning with the desperation she felt at his leaving her.
He pulled away, resting his forehead to hers.
“We’ll find a way to work it out, Anne.”
She closed her eyes and felt his breath on her face. She prayed he was serious, but something deeper inside whispered a warning that there simply wasn’t a way to make this work. The worst part was she not only understood his position, she agreed with it. How could she possibly fight that?
* * * *
She nearly killed him earlier with her soft declarations and her need. There was almost nothing he wouldn’t do for her. There was almost nothing that would be too much to ask to be with her, but Sophie. It always came back to her and what was best for her. He was her father, so it was his duty and privilege to be there for her. He didn’t take that lightly. When that judge handed her over one hundred percent, he was going to devote everything he had to giving her everything she needed the same as he wanted to do for Anne.
There was a physical pain in his heart whenever he realized he couldn’t do both. There was a moment earlier when he saw it in her eyes, her submission to him. Though he hadn’t expressly asked for anything, she was simply waiting on his direction. It had been a very long time since he’d had a submissive of his own. He longed for it, and Anne was so perfect, so trusting and so eager to learn, but he kept coming back to the timing. Taking on a submissive properly was a very time consuming responsibility, as was Sophie and she had to come first.
Still he wondered as he paced back and forth across the rug. Waiting, he wondered. As she came from the bathroom, his mouth went dry and his cock went hard. She wore the outfit she’d bought as instructed. He hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect, but the vision before him exceeded anything he ever could have imagined.
Her long blonde hair fell softly across her shoulders as she stood, obviously feeling shy, her hands covering her breasts. The all-white, delicate and lacy, sheer half-bra and slip attached to garters and sheer white stockings were perfection on her. The white color spoke to her innate innocence, but good God, the panties she’d chosen were crotchless, and the lacy bra that stopped right beneath her nipples gave him a real sharp reminder of how wicked she could be.
Anne was unlike any woman he’d ever known. The proverbial princess on the street and whore in the bed, and he meant her no disrespect with the thought, but she was everything he’d ever dreamed of, and right now, his fingers twitched with the need to touch her, but he denied himself.
“You’re stunning.”
She smiled, clearly pleased with his praise, another thing he loved about her.
“Take your hands down.”
She stared him in the eye, and he saw her pull strength from him and push away her shyness for his wish was indeed her command, and she’d learned that well. She slowly moved her hands. Just as he thought, her rosy, peaked nipples stood above the lace and satin roses lining the bralette, begging for his mouth’s attention. Around her neck, she wore a satin ribbon, adorned with pale-pink baby roses that tied at her throat in a bow and made his soul ache with a deeper need that he knew he could never satisfy
.
“Come and stand here.”
He pointed to a spot on the floor, halfway between the bathroom and the bed, and she instantly did as she was told. He found himself wondering again how far he could push her. How far would she allow herself to go in submission to him before she wanted out?
He walked around her in a slow circle, finding the back view equally as pleasing as the front. He loved the way the panties she’d chosen had a complicated lacing pattern up her ass that ended in a large white bow at the base of her spine that simply begged to be undone. The bra’s back strapping was rhinestone and added some sparkle to the ensemble. All in all, he didn’t think she could have picked out a better outfit to represent all that she was, sweet and innocent with a wanton soul and just a touch of sparkle that would draw and keep your attention but not be overwhelming.
The need to own her saturated everything else he felt. He wanted her sexually, but he wanted more. It was a dangerous need that had no answer, and he knew he’d be better off to push the thought from his mind, but he couldn’t quite get it to leave.
He stepped behind her and pulled her hair together, draping it over her one shoulder, giving his mouth access to the sweet curve in her neck. While he bit and sucked, he moved one hand over her breast, flicking the nipple with his thumb until it peaked. She moaned and leaned against him. He loved how freely she gave herself to him. Her trust in him meant everything, and he hoped he had showed her that sufficiently.
“Anne, I’ve never found another woman as beautiful as you are. I know you’ll think I’m just saying that, but it’s true. Your beauty speaks to my soul. No one else has ever done that.”
He watched her swallow and saw the tears fill her eyes, but she blinked them away.
“I have a surprise for you. Come over here.” He took her by the hand and led her to the windows where they viewed the city through the floor-to-ceiling glass. He ran his hands up her arms and leaned close to whisper against her ear. “It’s not Dana Point, but I was hoping this would suffice.”
She shivered and looked back over her shoulder at him. He’d checked out the windows from several angles and levels. No one would actually be able to see her, but he knew she’d get off on the thought that they could. To add to the mix, he had a few other surprises up his sleeve. She turned in his arms, and he ravaged her mouth, dug his fingers into her hair, and for a moment allowed himself to lose his control.
“Grey, I—”
“Shhhh. I’ll take care of everything you need, angel.” He drew a breath. “Stay here.” He commanded her and went to the dresser where he’d laid out the things she had bought, along with a few things he’d brought back with him from home. He selected a few items then went back to her.
“Face the glass, Anne. Spread your legs for me and lean forward. Put your palms on the glass, and don’t move unless I tell you to.”
She slid her teeth over her lower lip but didn’t argue with him. She turned and positioned herself exactly the way he’d told her to.
Holy fuck.
Her pretty little pussy begged him for his touch while her tight, little asshole rimmed in lacy virginal-white tempted him to play. He squeezed her ass cheeks, and she moaned. He really loved this outfit she’d chosen, because though it dressed her beautifully, it didn’t deny him access to any of her important areas.
He reached around her and pinched a nipple. “You like that, Anne?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He pinched harder and, at the same time, smacked her ass with his bare hand. She moaned deep in her throat, and he knew she was already slipping under. He ran his hand down her throat, between her breasts. He picked up the small flogger and brought it down softly against her ass then immediately did it harder. She yelped, but the breathy little sounds that followed told him she was getting turned-on by it.
“Do you love it when I spank you, Anne?”
“Yes.” She panted, sounding needy. “I love it when you spank me.”
She did good.
He decided to push her.
He brushed his fingers along her pussy, sliding between her folds, and brought the flogger down hard on her ass this time. She jumped then immediately moaned. He was so pleased with her. She didn’t move, just stayed the way she’d been told and let him have her body in any way that would please him.
He ran his hands over the bright-pink skin of her ass while his fingers fucked her pussy. He brought her close to the edge then reached up and flicked her nipples fast and hard. She cried out as she came, but he didn’t give her a reprieve when she came down the other side. Instead, he picked up the vibrator she’d chosen for her ass and the vial of lube. He squeezed some out on her skin and let it run down her ass crack, then started to massage it around her entrance.
“Grey—”
“Shhh. Do you trust me, Anne?”
He felt the emotions war within her, and he knew he could have turned them off with a simple smack to her ass, but he wanted her to make this choice as clearheaded as possible. He ran his finger along her hole, pushing the lube inside slightly.
She hissed with pleasure.
“Was that a yes, Anne?”
“Yesssss.”
He lubed the vibe and placed its tip at her asshole.
“Who am I, Anne?”
Her body sagged, and her breath changed as she exhaled.
“What?”
He lowered his tone, leaned against her, and spoke into her ear. “When you answer me, Anne, it’s ‘yes, sir.’”
She shivered and moaned and pushed out a, “yes, sir” in the silkiest purr he’d ever heard.
“You please me, Anne.”
“I’m so glad, sir.”
She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled. It was more than he had expected from her, and it made him near crazy with need for her, but he wasn’t going to just fuck her up against the window and be done with it. This would be a memory to outdo any fantasy she’d ever had.
He held himself in control and pushed the small, yellow vibe gently inside her asshole. She moaned, and he pulled it back out and pushed it back in slowly. He added his other hand to the mix, reaching between her thighs and pushing three fingers inside her cunt. He could feel the vibe through the thin membrane that separated her two orifices.
“Grey, it’s too much.”
“No, angel, you can take it. Just breathe into it. I’m going to fuck you up the ass with my cock, baby. I’m just trying to get you ready for it.”
Her breath caught. Then he heard that moan she made when she was so lost in subspace and didn’t give a crap about anything else.
He continued to work her with the vibe and his fingers until he felt the first sensation of her pussy clenching around his fingers, and he knew, even before her wild scream, that she was coming.
“Oh God.” She groaned, and her hands slipped from the glass. “Oh, Grey.” He reached around her and held her body to his, but he didn’t stop the vibe in her ass. “Oh fuck!”
She released a low, guttural moan so thick with pleasure the sound alone nearly made him come. He held her until it passed then carefully removed the vibe. He was nearly feral now himself. He ripped the bralette from her body and pushed her tits against the glass.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Anne.”
She breathed. She was weak enough that he had to hold her up, but she nodded her agreement anyway. He grabbed her hips and pulled them back to give him enough access, keeping her breasts pressed up against the glass. He slid the condom on his aching cock, praying he could wait until he was inside her before he exploded.
He added more lube and carefully pushed at her ass opening. He took one of the other vibes and pushed it inside her pussy at the same time.
“God, Grey…I…ohhhhhhhhhhhh God. Fuck!”
“Do you want it, Anne?”
“I want it! Fuck me hard, sir.”
Her voice was as strong and sure as it was needy. He wanted to just ram his cock hard into her ass, but he kne
w he couldn’t, not for her first time. The angle wasn’t quite right though, and he regrettably pulled out only to hear her sob.
“I’ll be right back, Angel. You know I’ll give you everything you need.” He grabbed a chair from the desk in the corner of the room and brought it back for her. “I’m going to make you an acrobat, baby. Put your knee up on here.”
He placed her how he needed her, so her pussy would be at a better angle to allow him to work the vibe, and slid it back inside her, fucking her with the thing on high. She immediately moaned, and her body shook.
“Not yet, Anne. You wait for me.”
“I can’t, Grey. I need to come.”
He pushed his cock back into her ass and started to work a rhythm between the vibe and his cock. She was panting, and squealing and moaning.
“Oh God, yes. Fuck me, sir. Please, fuck me harder.”
He smiled. She was so far gone now she probably wouldn’t have cared what he did to her. She was in that place of all wanton, primal need and hot, rushing lust. He wished he could get a picture of her the way she looked just then because no image in the world was ever going to arouse him again the way she did.
A few more plunges into her tight ass, and he was a goner. He tried to keep the vibe going for her while he grabbed her body tight against his with his other arm.
“Now, angel, come for me now.”
She did with a long throaty scream. Her body seized, and her asshole grabbed him hard, milking everything he had from him. Nothing in his life would ever compare to this woman, and as he discarded the condom and somehow got them both to the bed, after taking her in his arms and before sleep took him, he wondered for the millionth time if there was some other answer than walking away altogether.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Wake up.”
Anne slowly came to consciousness with Grey’s nose nuzzling against her cheek.
“I want you to come with me.”
She moaned and rolled over, still feeling the heat of their lovemaking inside her body. Sex with Grey was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and as their time together was rapidly coming to an end, she was beginning to wonder if she’d ever experience anything like it again.
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