Chapter 21 Grant
GRANT
Two days in Los Angeles is two days too long.
I’m standing in a hotel suite, staring at the city lights sprawled below, and all I can think about is getting back to Colorado.
Back to her.
The meetings today were productive. The California tech mogul I’ve been courting for months finally agreed to let me invest in his AI startup. Forty million dollars, twenty percent equity, board seat included. It’s a good deal. A great deal, actually.
But I couldn’t focus during the final negotiation. Kept checking my watch. Kept thinking about Samantha back at the estate.
I took the helicopter out yesterday morning because the roads are still impassable. Left her sleeping in my bed, tangled in sheets that smelled like us. The image has been stuck in my head for forty-eight hours.
My phone buzzes with a text from Kai.
Kai: Hurry back. I’m bored, and Samantha keeps working. She needs a distraction.
Me: Behave until I get there.
Kai: Where’s the fun in that?
I set down my phone and loosen my tie. The suite is quiet. I ordered room service an hour ago, but barely touched it.
What I want isn’t on any menu.
I want Samantha in my bed. Want to bury myself inside her and hear my name on her lips.
And the wanting has been getting worse. More intense. Less controllable.
I pull off my tie completely and pour myself whiskey from the minibar, and I drink it in one swallow.
It doesn’t help.
I check my watch. Nearly midnight. Too late to call anyone. Too early to sleep.
The need is getting unbearable.
I strip off my shirt and pants and head to the shower, stand under water as cold as I can handle. But it doesn’t cool the heat building under my skin.
When I get out, I don’t bother with clothes. Just stretch out on the hotel bed, still damp from the shower. I should sleep, but my hand wraps around my cock.
I close my eyes and see Samantha. Her dark hair spread across my pillow. Her lips parted, her eyes dark with want.
I stroke slowly, building the fantasy. Samantha underneath me. Her voice saying my name. Her body arching into mine.
The image makes me stroke faster.
I’m buried deep inside her while she falls apart.
I come hard, my release spilling over my hand, her name on my lips. And then I lie there breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling, even after I’ve caught my breath.
This is getting out of control.
I’ve never been the type to jerk off in hotel rooms thinking about a woman. Never needed to. Sex has always been available when I wanted it, no emotional attachment required.
I clean up and finally crawl under the covers. Set an alarm for five AM so I can get to the airport early.
My helicopter lands at the estate at eight thirty the next morning.
I head straight inside, not bothering to check in with staff or drop my bag. I need to find her first.
She’s in the library, laptop open, coffee mug beside her. She looks up when I walk in, and her face lights up. “You’re back.”
“I’m back.” I cross the room and pull her to her feet, kissing her hard.
She melts into me immediately, hands fisting in my shirt. When I finally pull back, she’s breathless. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I brush hair back from her face. “Where are my sons?”
“Kai’s in the gym. Donovan’s on a call in his office.”
“Good.” I kiss her again, slower this time. “Meet me in the red room tonight. Nine o’clock.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “The red room?”
“Yes.” I let the words sink in. “Wear something easy to remove.”
Her breath catches. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” I release her and head to find Donovan and Kai.
I find Donovan first, just finishing his call.
“Tonight,” I say without preamble. “Red room. Nine o’clock.”
He looks up, understanding immediately. “All of us?”
“Yes.”
“It’s been a while since we all used that room together.”
“I know.” I lean against his desk. “But I’ve been gone two days, and I need her. Really need her.
Donovan’s expression shifts into something darker. “I’ll be there.”
Kai’s easier to convince. I find him doing pull-ups in the gym, and when I tell him the plan, he grins. “About time. I’ve been going crazy.”
“Keep it in your pants until tonight.”
“No promises.” But he’s already heading for the showers. “Nine o’clock. Red room. Got it.”
The rest of the day drags. I catch up on work, handle calls, and pretend I’m paying attention during meetings. But mostly I’m watching the clock.
At eight forty-five, I head to the red room to make sure everything’s ready.
The room is in the oldest part of the private wing, behind a door that looks like every other door but opens to reveal something most people would never expect.
Deep red walls. Low lighting. A massive bed in the center with black silk sheets. Equipment mounted discreetly along the walls—restraints, various implements, things we’ve collected over years of sharing with women who wanted this kind of intensity.
It’s been months since we’ve used this room. Maybe longer.
I adjust the lighting, make sure everything’s clean and ready. Pour wine. Set the temperature.
Donovan arrives first at eight fifty-five, dressed in all black. He surveys the room and nods approval.
Kai shows up two minutes later, practically vibrating with energy.
“Where is she?” he asks.
“She’ll be here.”
At exactly nine o’clock, the door opens.
Samantha steps inside and stops, taking in the room.
She’s wearing a simple black dress that falls to mid-thigh.
Following my earlier instructions, she moves to stand on the small black X in the center of the rug, shoulders already rising too fast, like she can feel the weight of three stares sliding over her skin.
The black dress clings to her hips, her waist, the soft underside of her breasts.
Every inch of silk looks wet even though it isn’t.
I let the silence stretch until it’s almost cruel.
Donovan moves first. He circles behind her the way a wolf circles something it has already decided to devour. His fingers brush the inside of her wrist, and still she jolts. He gathers both wrists, crosses them at the small of her back, and binds them with a strip of midnight silk.
The knot is slow. I watch the fabric bite gently into her skin, watch her lips part on a silent inhale when she realizes she can’t free herself unless we allow it.
Kai steps in from the front. He doesn’t speak either.
He simply lifts the blindfold and drags it across her lower lip first, a teasing promise, before sliding it over her eyes.
The knot at the back of her head is gentle, but the darkness is absolute.
A tremor runs through her. Her nipples press against the thin fabric of her dress like they’re begging to be freed.
I stay where I am, letting them strip the world away from her one sense at a time.
Only when she is blind and bound do I move.
My palms settle on her shoulders, thumbs tracing the fragile line of her collarbones. She leans back, and her body meets the solid wall of my chest. I feel the shiver that rolls through her when my lips find the shell of her ear.
“Color?” I ask, so low only she can hear.
“Green,” she breathes, and the word trembles like a plucked string.
I let my hands drift lower, over the slope of her breasts, the tremor in her rib cage, until my fingers close around the hidden zipper at her spine. One tooth at a time, I draw it down, the sound loud in the hush.
The dress parts like theatre curtains. I peel it from her shoulders, down her arms, past the flare of her hips until it pools at her feet, and she stands in nothing but black lace panties and goose bumps.
Donovan’s hands come around from behind, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger until the fabric of her panties darkens with the wet of her arousal.
Kai sinks to his knees in front of her, mouth tracing the waistband of her panties with open, lazy kisses that stop a millimeter short of where she’s already aching.
I stay pressed to her back, letting her feel my erection against the soft cleft of her ass, letting her know exactly what the sight of her like this is doing to me.
Her head falls against my shoulder. A broken little sound escapes her throat, half plea, half surrender. I smile into her hair.
She has no idea what’s coming.
I guide her forward until her knees hit the edge of the bed. One push and she folds, face down, arms stretched above her head. Donovan clips the silk cuffs to the ring hidden beneath the headboard.
The position lifts her breasts, arches her back, presents that perfect ass like a gift.
Kai is already at the silver bucket. He lifts an ice cube between two fingers and lets a single drop of meltwater fall onto the base of her spine.
She jerks, gasps. He traces the cube up the line of her back, over the silk at her wrists, then down again, circling each dimple above her ass until the lace between her thighs is soaked through.
Donovan produces the feather and drags it over the wet trail Kai left. The contrast makes her cry out, hips rolling helplessly.
I watch her fight the restraints, watch her thighs tremble, watch her try to chase sensation and find only teasing denial. When I finally lean over her, my mouth at the shell of her ear again, my voice is rough with two days of want.
“No coming until I say.”
She whimpers, and it goes straight to my cock.
I nod once.
Kai flips her onto her stomach in a single motion, knees tucked beneath her, ass high, back a gorgeous bow. I bring my palm down across the fullest curve. The crack echoes.
Her skin blooms rose under the red light. Before the sting can fade, Donovan’s mouth is there, soothing with slow licks; Kai’s tongue follows, tracing the heat until she’s sobbing into the sheets.
Again. And again. Ten in total, always precise, until her ass is glowing and she’s shaking so hard the headboard rattles.
On the tenth, I fist her hair, turn her blindfolded face toward me.
“Please,” she whispers, tears soaking the silk. “Grant, please—”