Grace (5 page)

“Uh-huh. I think...
I don't re—” She shook her head. It was impossible to think when he looked at her like that. As though she were a delectable morsel on a buffet he wanted to sample—over and over again.

The warmth of his hand over her stomach burned though her clothes and made its way inward, through to her womb. Her hips jerked instinctively, pushing back against his hard cock. She stifled a moan. She needed more, needed to feel him thrusting inside her as he filled her completely.

“You don’t remember?” His lips quirked as he rotated his hips. His eyes darkened another notch, as though he'd heard her thoughts, felt her need as clearly as if she'd spoken aloud.

A flush covered her cheeks. She rarely even admit to herself what she wanted, what she truly craved, so how the hell was she supposed to tell someone else? It wasn’t the sort of request you could just drop into polite conversation, was it? That you wanted to be held down, or tied up
…wanted to give up control to someone else and be screwed insensible.
Forced
to live out your wildest fantasies.

His fingers moved on her throat. Strong, powerful fingers. How had she ever thought him weak, a playboy with nothing better to do with his time than lounge about and look good? Held against him, she could feel the strength in his body, the latent power. Something deep inside told her he could snap her like a twig if he wanted to. Far from scaring her, that knowledge burned though her veins straight to her loins. Her pussy clenched.

His eyes blazed in the mirror. “I said there would be a price, Grace.”

Memory and realisation jostled for space. He had, she remembered now. At the time, she’d told him she’d give anything, but she’d assumed he wanted money. Not payment of a different kind.

“Uh-huh,” was all she could manage as he kissed along the curve of her neck again. He paused for a moment, running his lips against her, back and forth over her skin. Not a kiss, not precisely. Almost as though he was—was he smelling her? A deep breath filled the chest behind her and he shivered, his eyes fluttering closed. When they snapped open again a second later, the blue was almost swallowed by the darkness. Something else looked out of Jaron’s eyes. Something that both scared and thrilled her.

“You said anything.”

“Uh-huh.” Christ, couldn’t she say anything more intelligent? Her senses and her responses had gone AWOL as he held her in front of the mirror. His hands were firm, allowing no escape, not that she planned any.

“Do you know what I want, Grace?” His voice was temptation itself, beautiful and terrible at the same time.

“Wh-what do you want?” There. Finally, a response other than ‘uh-huh’.

“You said anything.”

He seemed to be waiting for a response, or an agreement. Grace gave a mental shrug. What could she say? She had promised, had agreed to pay the price, whatever the cost. Apparently, the time had come to pay up.

Bollocks, Grace. Admit it; you’re hoping he wants sex. You want him to follow up on that sexy look, on that hard-on you can feel
.

“Yes...
”

“I want you, Grace. That’s my ‘anything’.”

Hearing the words, seeing the expression on his face as he stared at her in the mirror, made Grace pause. She wanted him; desire swirled in her veins until there was no room for anything else.

She swallowed, needing to play this game more than she needed her next breath. “Just sex? Nothing kinky?”

He smiled a slow, sexy smile that stopped her heart in her chest. “Maybe. But nothing you won’t agree to. Nothing painful or degrading, I promise. Trust me, Grace. You’ll be safe, I swear.”

“And if I refuse?”

He misread her hesitation, his face growing hard. “Your call, Grace. I can leave tonight and you’ll never see me again...”

He didn’t say the words but Grace knew what he meant. The treatments would stop. Her cheeks burned as she dropped her gaze. Her decision had been made weeks ago. All she’d been waiting for was the smallest sign he might be interested. His fingers stroked her throat, a reminder. Maybe. He’d answered
maybe
to anything kinky. Perhaps...

Her gaze lifted to his. Perhaps he wouldn’t be adverse to her most secret desires. The strange need inside her she’d always hidden. The need to be dominated, held down and loved completely.

“Not adverse at all,” he whispered, as though she’d spoken aloud.

Or read my mind
. She pushed the weird thought out of her head as he spoke again.

“I’m going to kiss every part of your body. Touch, caress, lick you until you come and then I’ll hold you down. Pin you under me as I take you. Love you until you come screaming my name.” He nipped her ear as color rose in her cheeks.

He spun her around. The force of his eyes, the heat in them, burned her as he looked down at her. His hand fanned out and cupped her nape to hold her in place.

“Oh God, yes, please.” She lifted her hands, curving them around his neck to draw him down so she could kiss him.

His lips took hers, warm and firm. Two feather-light brushes that made her mouth tingle. She arched against him, silently demanding more. He moved, his arms tightening around her as he gathered her closer and deepened the kiss. A harsh, passionate kiss as his tongue swept out to demand entrance. Demand her surrender.

A surrender Grace was happy to give. Her fingers curled into the short hair at the nape of his neck as she yielded to him. Her knees turned to jelly as his tongue thrust into her mouth, twining along hers, mimicking the possession she knew, hoped and prayed, was to come.

He broke away to kiss her jaw. One large hand smoothed along her leg, hooking behind the knee to hitch it over his hip. Grace whimpered as the hardness at his groin, still confined by the fabric of his pants, pressed against her feminine core. He rolled his hips again, only a few layers of cloth between them stopping him from doing what they both wanted and thrusting into her.

Grace bit her lip, worry and arousal battling in her chest. Someone could walk in at any moment and catch them like this. Find them almost having sex up against her mirror. Despite the fact they were both clothed there was no question what was going on.

“I want you.” His lips explored the curve of her throat and found the spot under her ear that made her squirm. “I’m going to make you scream with pleasure as I fuck you.”

Her pussy ached with need. A moan escaped her as he pressed into her, the scent of aftershave and pure, warm man making her heady with desire.

His hands moulded her body feverishly, pulling at the hem of her skirt so he could smooth his palms over her thighs. His lips blazed a trail down her throat and she dropped her head back to allow him better access.

Her scent drifted up to Jaron. He could smell her arousal mingled with her perfume and the scent of her skin. Sheer ambrosia. The temptation to shove her skirt up around her waist and bury his cock in her luscious pussy nearly got the better of him.

He drove his hands into her hair, scattering pins with abandon. With devastating finesse he deepened the kiss, holding her head in his hands to plunder her lips as he pinned her against the counter, her back against the mirror. Her blood hummed under her skin, so close he could almost taste it.

He growled, the beast inside too close to the surface to be totally denied. “God, you smell fantastic,” he murmured against her skin, his hands sliding along her thigh. He hooked his fingers into the lace of her panties, pulling them down inch by inch. The lace reached mid-thigh and stopped. Grace opened her eyes in confusion.

“I’m going to strip
you and fuck your brains out.” He yanked on the panties again. The scrap of fabric slid to the floor. Locked in his embrace Grace couldn’t look away from his heated gaze.

“But first, I’m going to taste you.” He pulled her skirt up as he sank to his knees in front of her, urging her up onto the slight ledge in front of the mirror.

Is he going to—? Oh god, he is
…

Hard hands supported her as he opened her thighs until her legs were spread wide. She moaned as her pussy was exposed, the cooler air in the room whispering over the heated flesh.

“Perfect.”

Grace didn’t get time to reply to his comment before he leaned in, his tongue stabbing deep into her pussy without warning. She cried out as her body melted. She must be literally dripping by now, needing him to fuck her. Embarrassed at her body’s reaction, she tried to squirm away, convinced he couldn’t find her pleasant. His hands clamped over her hips.

“No, I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered, the hot puff of his breath against her clit almost driving her out of her mind. “I’ve not even started yet.”

His tongue slid along her folds from slit to clit, his fingers parting her wider. Grace collapsed back against the cool mirror as his clever tongue danced over the sensitive nub of flesh. He circled and licked, flicking it with his tongue and sliding back down to thrust into her needy body until she was ready to scream. But he didn’t let her come. Every time she approached her release, he moved away from her clit. Deep rumbles of appreciation sounded in his chest as he dropped back to deliver long, slow strokes with his tongue, letting her calm down and drop away from the peak.

“Jaron, please. I can’t take much more,” she muttered after the third or fourth time, her body pulled tighter than a violin string. She’d lost track of everything apart from the need to come.

Without warning he stood up, pulling her to her feet and whirling her around. He bent her over, scattering her cosmetics to the floor.

“You can and you will, sweetheart.” He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head on the cool glass, holding them there with one hand. His chest pressed against her back. She squeaked in surprise at the sudden change.

“You wanted to be taken, Grace. Forced, owned
. So that’s what you’re going to get,” he said, pressing his stiff cock hard against her ass.

“By the end of the night, I’ll have taken you every way possible and you’ll be begging me not to stop.” He taunted as he started to strip her. His hand reached around to the front of her shirt, curling into the neckline and pulling. Buttons tore and popped, scattering over the carpeted floor. A chill rushed over her exposed skin and her breasts tightened in her black lace bra.

“By the time I’m done you’ll be begging me to fuck you...”

Her nipples peaked, pressing against the fabric,
desperate for his touch. He didn’t keep her waiting long; his large hand cupped her, fondling her through the thin material. Whimpering, she arched her back to press harder into his hands, the words he was whispering in her ear sending fire racing through her veins.

“You’ll be begging for my cock in your tight little pussy.” Fireworks exploded behind her eyes as he rolled one hard nipple between his fingers.

His hand moved down her body, and his fingers slid between the wet folds of her sex. He drove two fingers deep inside her and she moaned. Wet heat gushed around his fingers as she clamped down. She moved her hips, seeking the release he kept denying her, but he was already sliding from her. His fingers blazed a damp trail across her hip and over her butt cheek.

“You’ll beg for me to take your pussy. You’ll even beg for me to take you here.” He shifted behind her, parted her ass cheeks to slide his fingers down the crease. She flinched as he teased the puckered rose of her
ass, her eyes opening in shock as her body clenched even harder at the thought. She’d never done that before, never even thought of it before.
What the hell is wrong with me?

He moved his hand away, fingers firm as he massaged her ass cheek. His breath was hot on her neck as he kissed the tender skin, nudging her head to one side to nibble at the sensitive spot under her ear. The one that always made her melt. Her eyes fluttered closed, her knees threatening to buckle, but he caught her.

“Oh no, sweetheart, you stand there, exactly like that, until I tell you otherwise,” he said, a hard note in his voice. Soundlessly, she nodded. He lifted his hand from her wrists. She stayed stock still, her body trembling in anticipation.

“Good girl.”

His hands skimmed down her arms and slid around her body. Slowly, watching her in the mirror, he unclipped her bra. Her breasts sprang free. She wasn’t overly-endowed but she was curvy enough. His breath escaped his lungs in a sigh as he cupped her tits.

Grace bit her lip, forcing her knees to lock despite the pleasure flooding through her body. Her breasts tightened in his hands, and a soft cry escaped her lips. Pleasure arched through her body as though an invisible line ran between her nipples and her aching pussy. A pussy she needed filled and the sooner the better. She shifted restlessly, grinding her ass back onto his erection in silent encouragement.

In her distraction she moved her hands slightly and his voice was like a whip. “Stand still.”

She thrust her ass back again, inviting his retaliation.
Oh God, I hope he retaliates.
She’d never wanted a man to fuck her more in her whole life.

“That’s it; you asked for it.” He growled, kicking her feet farther apart and opening her legs wide. One hand smoothed down over her stomach, heading south toward her pussy. She bit her already mangled lower lip as he parted her folds, running a finger along her slick flesh.

“You’re wet, Grace. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? All this is getting you hot, isn’t it?” His voice was a dark temptation in her ear and he lifted his hand, running the wet tip along her lips. “See for yourself. Open your mouth, Grace.”

She hesitated then parted her lips, accepting his fingertips and suckling them deeply. The earthy taste took her by surprise but it wasn’t unpleasant. She flicked her tongue over the end of his finger, teasing him. Turnabout was fair play.

“Fuck. Grace, you’d tempt a saint,” he growled over the sound of rustling fabric behind her. She didn’t need to look in the mirror to know he was shedding his clothes as fast as he could.

The touch of his lips at the back of her thigh, just above the lace stocking top, took her by surprise. He caressed her other leg, his fingers gentle as he stroked upward.

“God, these are so sexy,” he murmured, kissing along the lace as his fingers crept higher. “Remind me to get you more.”

Then his fingers reached their destination, sought out her clit and circled it. Trembling, she locked her knees as he teased her with little nibbling kisses along the stocking top, teased her clit with little circling strokes of his fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure mounted again. Perhaps this time, finally, he would let her come
. She needed to come. It had become more necessary than breathing.

Then his fingers slid inside her again and Grace nearly blacked out.

“Oh God…you’re a bad man. A very bad man.” She managed in a shaky voice as he scissored his fingers inside her. Her hands slid down the glass until they rested on the dresser top. She couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, all that mattered was his fingers in her body, sliding in and out as he fucked her with them. Moving them apart, twisting them inside her as he stretched her and prepared her body for his possession.

His fingers slid from her and she moaned her frustration, but a moment later the blunt, swollen head of his cock replaced them. Desperate, she pushed back, her breath catching as the tip started to penetrate her body.
Would it fit?

“Oh, it’ll fit alright, sweetheart; you were made for this. Made to take cock. Made to be fucked good and hard,” he told her, pushing forward and forcing her to accept him. She gasped as her body stretched, hovering on the edge of pleasure and pain as he worked himself deeper into her pussy with tiny see-saw motions of his hips. Then he buried himself in her to the hilt, his hand on the back of her neck, holding and caressing her.

“Breathe, Grace,” he murmured, his voice kind as he paused and waited for her body to adjust to him. He leaned over her, his larger body covering hers as his hand slid between her legs again. The instant he touched her clit she forgot all her discomfort as her denied climax built up again. He spread her juices over the tiny bud, circling and flicking it as he started to move. His hips set up a solid rhythm, and he fucked her hard as his fingers drove her over the edge.

In the pit of her stomach, the familiar tightness wound tighter, curling in and around on itself, forming a hard knot of pleasure. She opened her thighs more and pressed back against him to rock against his fingers, needing more sensation. Just a little more, to tip her into the abyss.