by Aidy Award
I’d been sad for too long. We had hurt each other, and I wouldn’t do it anymore. Lies and anger, pride and hurt were what split us apart in the first place. I would not let any of that get in the way of what I wanted now. Which was that hot make-up sex.
I stepped away, taking our intertwined hands with me and dragged him toward the bed. “Follow me.”
He stayed put, all that muscle and tough guy not budging.
“Angel.” His tone said we had more to talk about.
“Don’t—” Huh. I was about to tell him not to call me that. We could talk after. I wanted this connection with him. “Don’t deny me my revenge sex.”
“No video cameras this time, love?”
No, not this time. My revenge on Marc with the sex-tape that rocked my world was a different kind of revenge. There had been a lot of repression to let go of then. I’d learned a lot about myself and become a new, more confident woman since then. “Maybe later. That video would be only for you and me.”
I gave him another tug toward the bed. He tugged back, pulling me into his arms and holding me tight.
“Don’t you think we should talk first?”
This man. So sexy, so everything I wanted and needed. In bed and out. “Yes, I do think that. But that’s not what the rest of my mind and body are telling me to do. Revenge slash make-up sex first. Talking later.”
“Angel.” He growled in that I’m-going-to-get-my-way way.
If I could’ve, I would have gotten my arm out and waggled my finger. But Gray’s hold on me wasn’t budging. “No, you don’t. I’m in charge this time. You made me into the Dominatrix. Now you have to live with it.”
For the first time tonight, his face relaxed, some of the concern lifted and he smiled. “I do, huh?”
I had him now, and I was never letting go. “For the next hour at least. Then we’ll see.”
I waited for the easy joke I’d left open for him – only an hour? The smile faded and he released me. The temporary relief was gone and it took his sense of humor with it.
“Will it help you forgive me, to have me submit to you?”
I wasn’t ready to dig deep into the repercussions of having Gray back in my life, or the way he’d done it. I just wanted to enjoy having him, in me, under me, on top of me. Anyway I could get him, just for a little while.
Then we’d have the fights, tears, accusations, apologies, everything. First, I needed to really know he was back. That he was mine.
“It might help. It doesn’t matter either way right now. I want you, I need you. We’ll work on the rest as we go. That has to be enough.”
“You’re always enough. More than enough.”
No one had ever said that to me in my entire life. Not even Gray had ever said it before. I might not have believed it before anyway. I did now.
Through the hurt and sadness, the pain and forgiveness, if he believed that, and I believed that, we’d be more than okay. We’d be perfect for each other.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. Soft at first, turning passionate and devouring. This kiss was only the beginning. I broke from him with a little biting nip of his lip. “Good, then get on the bed. I’ve got all kinds of tortures planned for you.”
Gray pulled off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sure I’ll love every minute of it.”
Nine out of ten minutes.
He laid back, his arms folded behind his head and his legs open and relaxed. The bed in the Master suite was huge and Gray took it over completely.
All I wanted to do was jump his bones. Instead I sauntered over to the expansive sex-toy cabinet and ran my fingers along the glass. Let him squirm waiting and wondering what I’d choose.
I pulled out a cat-o-nine tails and slapped it across my palm. It would be punishing. Not quite right. I placed it back on the shelf and moved on to the vibrator section.
Ooh, a vibrating butt plug. I grabbed it, tore the plastic off, and turned it on.
His head popped up. “Where exactly do you think you’re going to stick that?”
I smiled to myself. This was fun. I cranked the dial all the way to ten. What a satisfying buzz.
I also grabbed a blindfold, silk restraints, and my courage to actually take charge of a sexual encounter with Grayson. Who knew it was in a sex toy cabinet in a private BDSM club in Austin, Texas?
Gray had always been the dominant one, even when he worked for me as my bodyguard, he was in charge. I’d been weak and naïve then. We’d come a long way, baby.
Still, we were both turned on when Gray gave orders. He would again. After he got a taste of what I wanted. More importantly, after I interrogated him about why he left in the first place, and why he’d pretended to be my anonymous Dom in the second place.
“Hands over your head, please.” And by please, I meant, slave boy.
Gray did as I instructed, but he sure didn’t look happy about it. I wrapped the silk ties around his wrists and then secured them to the headboard.
Wherever Gray and I ended up, we were totally getting one of these beds with its hooks and loops and other devious tools for pleasure and pain.
He watched as I tied each wrist and secured them. “Don’t think I’m going to call you Mistress.”
I moved to the foot of the bed and crawled up next to his legs. “No. I expect to hear you cry out my name, and only my name while I push you to the edge.” I unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He was only semi-hard, but he would be flying soon enough. I tugged the material down his legs, basking in all that lovely skin. I licked my lips. “Then I want to hear you beg.”
“Jesus.”
“He can’t help you now, querida.” Only the truth would set him free.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Who’s Your Mama?
I secured each of his feet, lingering over the strong muscles in his legs. I’d never gotten an opportunity to play with his body before. I was going to take all the time in the world now.
My fingers danced up his leg and I should have teased him a little, but I wanted to see his cock hard and hot for me. I wondered for a half a second where his piercings had gone. They were hot and I hoped to convince him to get them back, but later. I gripped the base and held him tight, then oh, so gently, blew a long, soft puff of air up and down.
If Gray had taught me anything in my Domme training, it was patience. Sure, I could suck him into my mouth here and now, get him hard in seconds, but while I wanted to see his cock engorged and ready for me, I’d do it my way.
His legs jerked. “Angel, suck me.”
I tsked. “You’re not in charge this time. I’m going to suck your cock long and hard, but when I say.”
He threw his head back and breathed out a growl.
I snagged a bottle of edible lube and drizzled some on his cock and my hand, stroking up and down until he was slick and hard. That’s what I liked to see. I blew on his skin again knowing the air on the wet lube would cause a riot of sensation for him.
Gray’s breathing notched up to a more rapid pace but he didn’t say anything. Let’s just see what I could get him to say.
I swirled my thumb around the head and then back and forth over the sensitive vee below the rim. “Why did you leave?”
The muscles in his legs trembled and he groaned. Was it a groan to hide, not wanting to tell me or pleasure? Maybe both.
A drop of pre-come pooled and I longed to lick it up. But not yet. I moved between his legs and knelt there, his cock before me, awaiting more of my torture.
I needed him this way. Vulnerable for me.
He was hot and hard. Right where I wanted him. He’d given me some of his control, and I planned to use it to my advantage.
It was fun wielding this control over him. I continued to stimulate his rim with one hand and I circled the rest of his cock with the other, then slowly twisted, rotating my hands in opposite directions, sliding up and down and across his skin. His cock grew larger in my hands.
“Fuc
k, Angel. If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your hands and your fun will be over.”
Oh, no he wouldn’t. Not before I got my answers. “Don’t. Come.”
Gray lifted his head from the bed and glared at me. I’m not sure anyone had ever said those words to him before. He didn’t like it.
I did.
Even as he tried to level me with the power of his eyes locked on mine, the tremble in his legs grew.
I smiled and increased the pressure and speed. “Why did you leave?”
“I had to.” His answer came through gritted teeth.
Well, that was a bullshit answer. Time to up my game. I leaned forward and licked that pre-come that had grown at his tip. He was musky and so Gray. I sucked his head into my mouth and swirled my tongue across the underside of his cock.
His legs jerked again, and I heard the headboard jolt and creak. I suctioned and pulled away, his cock popped from my mouth with an audible sound.
“Why did you have to leave me?”
“Stop your questioning and teasing and torture. Fuck me, Angel. Ride me and let me shoot my cum deep inside of you. We both need it.”
Good try. I wanted more than hot sex from him. I wanted everything. But... patience is my well-learned virtue. “No. Not until you confess.”
Boom, here comes the Angelinish Inquisition.
My hands continued the rapid pace up and down, round and round. “Tell me, Gray. Why did you leave? Why did you eviscerate my heart?”
He held his breath and then forced it out in a slow, controlled hiss. “You. Didn’t. Need. Me.”
No manches. I let go and sat back.
I opened my mouth and closed it. Then one more time. “What?”
Gray took great gulping breaths until his breathing slowed almost to normal. “You didn’t need me, Angel. I wasn’t doing you any good and all we were doing was fighting.”
“We were not.” Except we were. I’d fought him on everything, pressing every button of his I could. Of course, he pushed back.
Gray tried to sit up, but only managed to yank on the silk ties. “You were on the verge of transforming yourself into everything you ever wanted to be.”
I had been trying for a long time to feel like my own woman, yet, at the same time, I wanted to belong to someone. Gray. “Yeah, but only because of you.”
He shook his head. “No. Don’t believe that for a second.”
Ow. His words pinched at my skin. I couldn’t look at him. Did he truly not understand? There was so much between us, too much of it left unsaid. “Of course I believe it. You were the reason for it all.”
“With or without me you would have made it here on your own.” He sounded angry... or was it resentful?
Did he feel bitter that I came down here without him? Yeah, he did. Duh. I wouldn’t let that acid stand in my way or in the way of our relationship. I couldn’t control his feelings, but I could be sure to express mine. No more hiding from each other.
Ever again.
I crawled up the bed and sat next to him. I touched his face stroking over those worry lines that had grown around his eyes and between his brows. He turned away, I couldn’t let him. I put a palm on either cheek and turned his face back to me. “I didn’t want to without you. I never would have wanted any of this or wouldn’t have known I wanted it if it weren’t for you, Gray. You opened the world for me.”
Sadness flicked across his eyes. “I’m not good for you, my love.”
“Don’t say that.” I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. My heart fell to pieces to hear him talk that way.
He kissed me back, softly, not taking, but lingering. Then he broke away. “Whenever I’m involved, I bring you down. When you go out and try things on your own, you become... Angel.”
All right. Enough was enough. Now he was making me mad. I straddled his waist, sitting inches above his still hard cock. Sexy times would come later. Right now, while I still had him tied up and at my mercy he would get the full monty of my Dominatrix persuasion.
I shook my finger at him. “Who do you think has been on my mind the whole time you were pretending to be some anonymous Dom?”
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “I assumed you were thinking of your training, the sacrifices.”
I flipped up the back of my skirt and wriggled my bare ass against his cock and was rewarded when his eyes rolled back in his head. “Wrong answer. Try again.”
He swallowed. “Your puppies?”
I scooted back and held his cock between my thighs. “Nope. Not even close.”
He raised an eyebrow and glared at me, but with eyes so dilated they sparkled like supernovas in the sky. “Your anonymous Dom and how to please him.”
He said that so definitively I had no doubt that was the answer he believed. I’d just have to help him unbelieve it. I spread my legs, reached between our bodies and guided him to my wet pussy.
“You, Grayson Baker, you dumbass.” I sank down onto him, taking his body into mine. For a full minute I didn’t move, only closed my eyes and let my head fall back, reveling in the exquisite fullness of having him inside of me.
He would never leave me again. He was mine forever.
Mine.
And I was his.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Lust and Love
He’d fucked me as Sir. He’d been in control, or rather losing his control, but either way he’d been in charge and I had allowed him to be. It had been amazing sex, fast and hard.
I’d gotten exactly what I thought I wanted.
This joining with Gray, here and now, I wanted to enjoy, savor.
I squeezed my inner muscles and then tilted my hips ever so slightly taking him even deeper.
He groaned. “Ride me, Angel. God yes, baby. Ride me.”
I’d never had this advantage with Gray. I’d always been at his mercy. For maybe the first time ever, I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The muscles in my thighs were already screaming at me, but they could go to hell. The rest of my body felt too good.
I raised up a little and then sank back down on him. I did that twice more, sliding deeper and harder each time, all with my eyes still closed, feeling every sensation I could take. This was bliss, an important part of himself Gray had never given to me before.
Images of all our encounters flittered behind my eyelids. Gray with his cock in his hands, using other men to make me come, holding me in bed. In none of them was he truly mine.
Almost overwhelmed, I had to see him. I looked down at Gray’s gorgeous face. The lust there was for me, now if I could only open his heart too. I had to try, wanted him to understand.
“Gray, even in the best moments with Sir...” I panted, so hard to concentrate on the words. My orgasm built and my emotions were a jumble. I relied on my training to get the rest out. “I knew I could never be with him. Not like this.”
I pressed my hands to Gray’s chest and found more leverage to move. I fucked him slow, long, and hard, giving him not only my body, but my heart with each word. “Because I was in love, I am in love with you.”
He groaned and thrust his hips, meeting me, pistoning into me. The muscles in his arms bulged with each joining of our bodies and I thought the silk might tear. “Angel. Untie me. Let me fuck you.”
I refused to hear him. I was in charge now, I needed this from him. I needed to take from him, because I wasn’t sure he’d ever truly give himself to me again. His body, yes. Not his heart.
I bounced, sweat beading on my upper lip. I stared straight into his eyes and moaned, “I need you, Gray. Dios Mio, I need you. More than your body.”
He yanked on the ties again, shaking his head. His face was a bear, ready to charge. “Angel.”
“No, Gray. You can’t tell me what I think or how I feel. I know. I was ready to tell Sir tonight that this was over.”
I didn’t know that until I said it. I’d planned to try my hand at dominating him, but I didn’t quite feel as if my training was comple
te.
As soon as I had Gray back in my bed, back by my side, and back in my soul, I’d remedy that. First, I had to repair this relationship.
“You’re the one that I want. Always.” I moved faster, it felt so damn perfect. Perfect to feel him inside of me, unbelievable to be able to finally say the words.
He yanked at the ties, fighting them. “Untie me.”
I ignored him. “I was ready to tell you to come to Texas, come to me.”
The headboard creaked. “Untie me.”
“I’m not trying to fool myself into thinking we’d go back to the way things were before.” I was breathing so hard I could barely talk, but I had to get this all out before either of us came. “I know I have to work through some forgiveness,” fuck, so close, “but I was willing to do all of that. I was willing to swallow my own damn pride because...”
My pussy fluttered, matching my heart. “We’re supposed to be together.”
A crack came from the headboard and another from behind me. Gray ripped the metal right out of the wood to free himself and get to me.
Even with his hands still tied together he flipped my skirt up in front and found my clit. He thrust hard and fast, up into me and rubbed his fingers across the hard nub.
Neither of us held all the power now. Gray dominated me, insisting on controlling my orgasm. I dominated him, taking control of his.
It was more than either of us could take.
The ecstasy took over my entire body, contorting my muscles as they contracted all over. I cried out in guttural grunts not even being able to control my words. “Love. You.”
Gray thrust into me hard, thundering my name, pushing my body to give more, extending my orgasm until I thought I would explode into a pile of bliss and delight.
“Gray, yes, Gray.”
He roared and came inside of me. “Fuck, Angel. God, I love you.”
A hot shiver, like being wrapped in a warm blanket after standing out in the cold for a hundred years rolled through me.