“You just keep that down there?” Violet said.
“It’s not like I have kids. Do your friends come over and dig through your shit?”
“No, I guess not. I just keep that stuff in my bedroom.”
“You’ll have to show me some time.” He placed everything on the ottoman then faced Violet with a clear, but serious expression on his face. “We are going to skip safewords because this is your first time. If at any point you are in pain, extremely uncomfortable, anything like that, tell me. Just say, ‘Grant, stop’, or tell me whatever you need in that moment. Yes, you are giving up your body for me to enjoy for the time being, but you are in control, do you understand?”
“Got it.”
“Okay. Come here.” It didn’t take much time, maybe five minutes, and Grant had Violet cuffed up in his living room. Her arms were fine, suspended above her head. It almost felt natural. The feet took some getting used to. She wanted to close them, not because she was uncomfortable being bared to Grant that way, but because her body instinctively wanted to put her hands on her hips when her feet were spread apart. She felt like she was stuck mid jumping jack and Grant was just getting started.
When he slipped the black fabric over her eyes, Violet took a deep breath. Everything went dark and she strained to keep her bearings. There was nothing to hear though, nothing to feel but Grant. His lips brushed against her ear. “Are you ready?”
There was something witty she wanted to say, something defiant and smart, but she couldn’t find the words. She just wanted Grant to touch her, so she nodded and said yes.
He started with his mouth on hers. In his nearly signature way, her head was pulled back and his tongue slid against hers, soft and slow. The kiss was enough to ease her anxious nerves. Her body went from tight and tense to so hot and wet. The burn started between her legs, was heavy and throbbing. She wanted more.
Grant’s mouth moved lower, farther from her mouth, but always pressed against her skin, leaving a hot, tingling trail of sensation in its wake. He bit her neck then sucked on the tender spot to ease the pinch of pain away.
She moaned, as he continued on to her left breast and then to the other, sucking each nipple gently before pinching it between his thick fingers and drawing his tongue over the sensitive tip all over again. With every new touch, Violet tried to squirm and move, but it was useless. The balls of her feet seemed stuck to the floor. She was stretched to the point that there was nowhere for her to go. She felt awkwardly off balance. Still, Grant was always right there, some part of his body pressed to hers. His mouth on her breast, a hand on her waist or between her legs, helping her regain her balance. She wanted the blindfold off so she could see his face, but more than anything she wanted to touch him.
So many times she almost asked. He could give her sight back, but the dark was part of the game. It heightened her senses, and drove her mind wild as she tried to anticipate his next move. His hand was on her thigh when she heard the sound of wood on wood then the smoosh of leather. The ottoman, she thought, just as Grant’s whole face, wet tongue and all, pressed between her legs. That was the end of her intentional thought for what would turn out to be another hour.
Grant made her come with his mouth in no time. His fingers helped things along, thrusting up into her wet cunt as her whole body clenched and swayed. After the first time, his lips left her body, but his fingers stayed in place, slowly pumping in and out, pulling back just enough to let her come back to herself while reminding her exactly who was in charge.
And then, just when she thought she could breathe, there was a buzzing sound. Grant pressed the head of the vibrator between her legs, right on the height her clit. She called out this time, almost screaming as he kept his thick fingers still while the toy did its job of making her come all over again. And then again.
It’s whirling sound cut off. Violet could almost feel its silence as her muscles continued to shake and tremble on their own.
And then he was back at her with his mouth.
Back and forth between his own lips and the vibrating head, while Violet’s feet were still secured to the floor.
“How are you doing? Tell me.”
Violet nodded her head and swallowed the drool that was pooling in her mouth. “I’m fine. I’m okay.”
“You’re sure? Do your wrists hurt? Your ankles?”
Violet tried to focus, to see if she could find any pain. All she found was a soreness in her shoulders and the balls of her feet, but neither ache gave her pause or reason to ask Grant to stop or even slow down. She took a few deep breaths and swallowed again. “I’m fine.”
“Okay,” she heard his deep voice say, and then his touch was gone. She heard movement, a shuffling of clothes and maybe some plastic crinkling, but she couldn’t feel him. She didn’t like that.
“Where’d you go?” The panic in her voice was unintentional, but it was there nonetheless.
“Shh, Vi. I’m right here. See.” His lips brushed her and instantly her heart rate slowed. “Just give me one sec and I’ll be with you.”
“’Kay. Hurry.”
As promised, his hands returned to her body, but this time he was behind her. With a slight tug backwards, she was bent forward as far as the chain would allow her and Grant was inside of her, the long thick length of him welcome in her pussy, which was beyond primed and ready. She could feel the thin sheath of plastic between them and she knew this time he meant business. Fresh endorphins filled her system as he started pumping in and out. He’d given her just a taste that day in the sauna, but she’d known it would be this good. She knew she would feel this full and even though she’d already come two dozen times, she still wanted his cock inside her when she came once more.
She reached the point then, with that simple understanding. She’d beg if she had to. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. “Please.”
Grant paused, his lips near her ear again. “Please what?”
“Take off the blindfold. I wanna see you. Please.” Regret filled her when he withdrew. She wanted to see him. She didn’t want him to stop.
He freed her ankles first, another thing she hadn’t expected. Then she heard his voice on the other side of the room. “Violet, do me a favor. Pull your wrists forward real slowly, not down. Forward, like you’re trying to bring the bar down to your thighs.”
She obeyed and felt her arms slowly lowering, but just enough for Grant to reposition her. His legs were between hers, an arm around her waist and a hand on her ankle, guiding her onto the ottoman on her knees and over his lap. Her arms were back, straining above her head.
Then, finally, he took off the blindfold. Violet blinked, and managed to get a fix on Grant’s face, mere inches away from hers. He’d dimmed the lights in the room, making the adjustment easier. Still, it took a second.
“Okay?” Grant said with a sweet smile.
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now you’re going to make me come.” He gripped her hips and pulled her down to meet his cock just as his pelvis thrust up.
✶
Violet was almost surprised when she woke up the next morning, because she was pretty sure she’d died from coming the night before. She rode Grant hard and fast, grinding her pelvis against his with everything she had, until he came and she came twice more. She was pretty sure she’d blacked out and come to again when he slid her off his lap. She’d been in a haze when he carried her to his bed, but not so much of a haze that she didn’t comment on his capacity to carry large amounts of weight. He’d kissed her silent, yet again.
Between his soft sheets, he massaged her whole body. Her shoulders, her wrists and ankles, even her thighs and back. He might have explored some other areas, but she didn’t know. She fell asleep.
But now her phone was ringing. She peeled her eyes open, heart-warmed to see that Grant had plugged it into a charger for her. It kept ringing. She reached for it and looked at the screen.
Grant’s arm moved from its position around her waist.
“Answer it,” he mumbled against the pillow.
“It’s Faye.”
“Don’t answer it.”
She rolled her eyes and hit accept. “Hello?”
“Breakfast. Let’s get breakfast. I want breakfast.”
Violet groaned and rolled onto her back, closer to Grant’s warmth. “No go. I’m out of commission.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll explain later.”
“How about pizza and Netflix tonight? Patrick is spending the weekend with his folks.” Naturally.
“Sure, sounds great.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing. I’ll call you later.”
Faye didn’t like it, but Violet rushed her off the phone, then turned to Grant. He opened one eye and looked back at her. His hand slipped between her legs. “Do me a favor, don’t tell Faye and the people you work with about us?”
Violet tensed and pulled away. “Why?”
Grant pulled her back. “Stop. I mean for your own sake. Shit, for both our sakes, I don’t think it would be wise for your friends and coworkers to think that you’re sleeping with your trainer.”
Immediately Violet thought of how it would sound coming from her mouth, even in passing. Like a joke. Like Grant was a whore. Like she was an idiot.
“I don’t mind being Grant, the guy you fuck around with, or even Grant, your Dominer, but I’m not interested in being Grant, the trainer you’re fucking when you should be exercising. You see the difference?”
“Yeah. I do. Speaking of, it’s almost nine o’clock. Don’t you have a class to teach or a client to train or an elderly woman to bang in the saunas?”
“My first client is at eleven. I was hoping to bang you before I got ready, but if you’re in such a hurry for me to leave…” Grant tossed back the sheets, revealing his awesome nakedness. And his erection. He started to get up.
Violet grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to her. “No, stay. Bang me.”
“If you insist.” His stash of condoms was within reach and once he slid one into place, he slid perfectly into Violet’s welcoming pussy.
She managed to make it five whole minutes without mentioning her victory in finally getting the D from Grant Gibson. Dominant/Pop Singer/Epic Wielder of Perfect Penis.
CHAPTER EIGHT
8
Day 14
“Pepperoni and a veggie masters because I know you’re working on your fitness.”
Oh, dear Faye, Violet thought. You have no idea. Almost twelve hours later and Violet’s whole body was still feeling the effects of being with one Mr. Grant Gibson. Violet grabbed two slices of the vegetable pizza, then leaned back on the couch.
“What happened this morning” Faye asked. “Why were you out of commission?”
Violet froze mid-chew. She put down her plate and turned to Faye. This girl talk was about to get serious. She had to tell someone what was going on with Grant or she was going to burst.
“Okay. Please don’t tell anyone. Like don’t mention it accidentally to Jonathan while you’re hanging out at crafty ’cause this is one of those little things that is not a big thing, but can turn into a big thing if people run their mouths.”
“I swear, no games of telephone. No notes passed in class. Tell me.”
“I’m kinda seeing someone. My trainer.”
“What?”
“I know. He’s also a Dominant or whatever. Like heavy into BDSM. We’ve been trying it out some.”
“What?! For how long and why didn’t you tell me?”
“Since we met. We fooled around after our first session.”
“Violet!” Faye smacked her leg with a pillow.
“I know.”
“I don’t know whether to be upset with you or really impressed. You are usually so by-the-book. Court, sex on the third date, meet his parents, all that crap.”
Violet hesitated before she responded. That wasn’t her at all, but maybe Faye misunderstood the way she usually got to know guys before she got serious with them. “It just sort of happened.”
“Is this why you were so freaked about missing your session with him when we went to the concert?”
“Maybe.”
“Wow. Okay. So you’re seeing him or screwing him? ’Cause there’s a difference.”
“No. I—Wait. No. We’re seeing each other.” They walked his dog together. No way Grant did that with his other clients, and he swore to her that it was just the two of them. Monogamy all around. “Yeah. We’re seeing each other.”
“Has he asked you to be his girlfriend?”
“Guys still do that?”
“Patrick did.”
“Of course he did. No, he hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend.”
“Okay, so no GF status. What about exclusivity? Is he seeing anyone else?”
“No, I told him no one else or no deal.”
“How often do you see him? Has he taken you out or is all this going on during your sessions?”
“Uh… no.” It bothered Violet how much it bothered her to admit it. “We haven’t gone out anywhere. We’ve worked out and hooked up. But it’s not like wham bam kind of hooking up. Last night he— Last night was amazing. I’ll just say that. We did it at his place.”
“Where are you doing it the other times? The gym?”
“Yeah.” God, she never should have said anything. Faye was making the whole situation sound so seedy and sordid and she was making Violet feel like a complete asshole for going along with Grant’s suggestion.
“I hope you know that’s fucking gross. You’re sleeping together in a gym where people get all sweaty and gross,” Faye said. She even threw some extra spice on the sentiment by making one of the most disgusted, yet pitying faces Violet had ever seen. “I—yeah, no.”
“What? What are you about to say?”
Faye relaxed against the couch and started picked at a thread that was coming loose from the pillow. “It’s just—never mind.”
“It’s just what? Say it.”
“You’re trying so hard to get in shape and they always say drastic body changes can be really emotional. Do you really want your weight loss to be wrapped up with some guy who you’re paying to fuck you?”
Violet had never been punched in the face, but she was pretty sure, in that moment, she knew exactly how it felt. She almost climbed off the couch and walked right out the door.
“I’m not paying him to fuck me.”
“Can I just call it as I see it? Please? You tell me point-blank when Patrick is being a jerk. I’m telling you that you are paying a guy you just met to have sex with you under the guise of him helping you to work out. I’m not sure your being completely on board with it as a part of your workout regime makes things much better. You see him twice a week, but he doesn’t take you anywhere. He fucks you at his place of employment—”
“Ugh. He was right. I shouldn’t have told you.” As soon as the words left her mouth Violet thought jumping out the window might be a better alternative.
“He told you what? Violet, are you kidding me right now?” Faye threw up her hands in surrender, which made Violet feel like she was being even more delusional.
She couldn’t think. Everything Faye was saying was bouncing off the walls of her head, smashing into thoughts of Grant’s smile, Grant’s face, the sound of his voice, his touch, his kiss. She didn’t want to give what her friend was trying to tell her an ounce of footing, but little by little her logical words started to crush those pieces of Grant that were starting to move south to her heart.
“So what are you saying?”
“I’m saying do what you want. I know you don’t like being single.” It was true, but such a small part of the situation. “But maybe try dating a guy without money changing hands. And with someone who wants you to tell people. He shouldn’t be ashamed to be with you. This sounds like an episode of some teen drama. Hot jock hooks up with dumpy fat girl, but no one can know. Come on, Vi. You’re better than t
his.”
Violet started to say a hundred different things, never mind the fact that her best friend had just called her fat, but every exception was matched up with one simple truth. She hadn’t even known Grant a full month. They hadn’t even spent an entire week together. She knew Faye was taking his plea of silence the wrong way, but Faye did have a point. Grant was getting everything he wanted from Violet, her body, her obedience, and her money and she only got to see him at the appointed times. Did she want more with him? Yes? But at this point she didn’t even know if he was that type of guy.
Grant had only mentioned other submissives in his past. No girlfriends or even women who he cared deeply for. Could he even give her a normal relationship? Did the boyfriend title even belong on that little black card? Violet wanted to know, but there was one small thing standing in her way. Grant and the terms he seemed to live by. She could talk to him, but she couldn’t change him. That much was true.
✶
Grant had all the pieces in place. It took every moment he had over the weekend, but he pulled together everything he needed to talk to Violet about being his girlfriend. It was almost a foreign idea to him, the idea of asking a woman who lived her life entirely outside of the scene to be in an exclusive relationship, but it was what he wanted. He couldn’t change the dominant part of his personality. Bondage and domination and submission were a huge part of his life, but he would present Violet with every bit of information he had at his disposal, he could let her get a clearer picture of what this part of his life really entailed and if she was on board, they could try being a couple. Outside of the gym.
He talked to Master Philip and got permission to bring Violet by his club if and when she was ready. He talked to Armando, who offered any support they needed. He also agreed that Violet should be refunded for the fees she’d forked over to Melrose Fitness. Grant had enjoyed every moment he had spent with her. None of it was part of a business transaction and he wouldn’t go any further until she understood that simple fact.
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