29. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Victor
I’m not sure what possessed me to invite Grace to my bed. But it has led to an interesting first. I’ve never had a woman in this bed before. I wonder how Grace will feel when she discovers she’s the first one. Taking her clothes off was a stupid impulse, and the reasons I did it remain a mystery. Yet here I lay with a gorgeous naked woman in my arms, and she’s already snoring softly.
My night is restless, and I eventually get up because I don’t want to wake her. I walk downstairs in just my boxers for a glass of water only to find Lili sitting at the bar with a cup of tea.
“I hope you don’t mind that I rummaged in your pantry and found tea,” she says, seemingly unbothered by my lack of clothing.
“If it helps you sleep, please help yourself.”
“How’s Grace?” she asks, turning the mug in her hand.
I go to the cabinet and pull out a glass. “Sleeping soundly.”
Lili grins. “Good job.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Stop. This is strange for me to have two women in my house. Especially two women I’m attracted to. I don’t usually bring women here.”
“I consider it a privilege, then. Are you really attracted to me?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Choose Grace. It’s not that complicated. I’m married to your enemy, and while we can’t predict how this will resolve itself, I have no doubt that the resolution ends with me not being in Las Vegas anymore.”
The observation surprises me. “Why would you have to leave town?”
“Unless you put a bullet in Finn’s head, I’m always going to be looking over my shoulder. There is no scenario now where I walk away from him unscathed.”
I don’t think she’s entirely wrong, and I have every intention of killing her bastard husband, but I don’t voice that. It’s one thing to say you want your husband dead and another entirely to hear someone say they’ll make that wish come true.
“Grace is important to me. I won’t do anything to put her in danger or hurt her.”
It’s the closest I can bring myself to telling Lili I won’t give in to my attraction to her. Then again, Grace kissed her, so there is attraction on that end too. I shake my head. There’s no way something like what Owen has with Tobias and Bellamy could work a second time. They have a unique situation, and the circumstances are right for them.
My feelings for Grace and Lili are not the same thing.
Lili doesn’t say anything else, and for a few minutes we exist quietly together. But as she slips off the barstool and heads for the stairs with her tea, she stops and puts a slender hand on my bare chest. “You and Grace belong together. I’ve known that since the first time I saw you in the same room. Don’t let infatuation mess that up.”
“Thank you, Spitfire.”
I should stop using that nickname for her. Nicknames are for best friends and lovers. Not women I’ve kidnapped.
Her smile almost makes me forget all of that, but I don’t stop her. Instead, I let her go while I finish my water.
Sleep still doesn’t come when I return to bed, so I get up again and quietly pull on sweats and a t-shirt and head to my office to see if Owen or Luke discovered anything else after I went to bed.
I must fall asleep at my desk because Grace nudges me awake sometime later.
“Are you OK? I woke up alone.”
She’s dressed in one of my t-shirts, and I pull her into my lap and try to tame her wild hair with my fingers.
“It’s useless until I get it wet,” she says in a tone that makes me laugh.
“Are you OK?” she asks again.
“I’m fine, butterfly. It was just difficult to sleep with you all naked and warm next to me.”
“Victor, you should have sent me to another bed or asked me for more than just sleep. I don’t want to keep you from the rest that you need.”
Her desire to take care of me is too much sometimes. Letting others care for me is hard. I can do it in a kink setting because that fills other needs I have.
“I’m sorry I left you alone, butterfly. Let’s go back to bed.”
“It’s late. We need to get to the club if I’m going to open the shop.”
I brush hair back from her face. “Bellamy is covering for you today.”
“Bellamy doesn’t work at the sandwich shop.”
“She does today. After being followed, we don’t want a bunch of traffic in and out, and she has to go in today for other things. Apparently, she’s looking forward to training Tobias and bossing him around.”
That makes her giggle, and it warms my heart to hear.
“Then I guess we could go back to bed. You did promise me an orgasm.”
I stand, taking her with me, and she squeals as she wraps her arms around my neck.
In my room, I sit her on the edge of the bed, and she lifts her arms for me to take my shirt off of her without me having to ask.
“Good girl,” I praise as I toss the shirt aside. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs. I want my breakfast.”
Her face turns that shade of red I love so much, but she doesn’t hesitate to obey. Her eagerness to please fuels my desire to get her off with my tongue.
I pull her legs further apart and kiss the one mark on her inner thighs that stuck around from last night’s session with the spoon.
“How’s your bottom?” I ask as I drag a finger across her slit.
Her breathing becomes irregular as I continue the motion and wait for her response.
“It’s fine, Sir. Just a little warm today.”
“Good. You made me proud last night. I hope you know that.”
“Thank you, Sir. Will you make me come now?”
The need in her voice spurs my own need, and I spread her labia with my fingers as I dip my head to drag my tongue along her clit. Her tangy taste hits my taste buds, and I become an instant addict in need of a fix. If one taste undoes me like this, I’m going to fucking ruin her.
Right now, with my head buried between her thighs, I don’t care. All I care about is making her explode. Making Grace orgasm becomes my sole mission for the day. Why have I never gone this far with her before?
I swirl my tongue over her clit several times before I suck her deep into my mouth. “You’re fucking delicious,” I say when I come up for air a few minutes later.
She is beyond coherent, and just whimpers, lifting her hips as if offering me her soaked cunt.
I accept her offering and continue to devour her.
“Please,” she begs over and over again. “Please let me come.”
“Come, Mariposa,” I command as I plunge two fingers into her hole and bring my mouth to her clit once more.
She explodes, gripping my fingers as she convulses against my tongue.
“God fucking damn it, Grace,” I breathe as I sit up and watch her recover. “That might have been the biggest mistake you’ve ever made.”
As soon as the words are out, I recognize the poor phrasing.
“What do you mean?” she asks, panic in her voice.
“I mean that I’m addicted to your sweet little cunt, and you might not ever leave my bed again. I’m tempted to strap you down and eat you all day long.”
Her shoulders relax instantly, and she lets out a tired giggle.
“You would kill me.”
“Death by orgasm would certainly be the nicest way I’ve ever killed someone.”
I’m not sure if Grace will appreciate my dark humor, but it’s the only humor I’m capable of. It doesn’t faze her, and she smacks my shoulder with a laugh. “You’re terrible.”
“That’s not what you were saying while you were coming on my face.”
She starts to sit up, but I stop her and force her legs open again.
“We’re going to come to some agreements before you leave this bed, Grace.”
She nods eagerly. “Whatever you want, Sir.”
I shake my head disapprovingly. “That’s not how you start a relationship like this, Grace. I have to know what really works for you and what doesn’t. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m listening.”
“I want complete control of your orgasms.”
She lifts herself up with her elbows so she’s still mostly laying but can look at me easier. “What does complete control of my orgasms look like?”
I drag a finger over her pussy, and she shudders.
“It means you don’t touch this without my permission. It means if you want an orgasm, you ask me for it. Even if I’m out of town or you’re at your own place. I’m not saying you don’t get to masturbate anymore. But you don’t get to do it without permission anymore. And you’ll have to earn your pleasure by serving me and by taking the pain I want to give you.”
As I talk, I continue to stroke her clit in agonizingly slow motion. By the time I’m done, she’s breathing heavily and lifting her hips, silently begging for more.
“What do you think, Grace? Do you want to give me control of your pleasure?”
“If I say yes, will you let me come now?”
I stop stroking and smack her inner thigh. “That’s not what I asked, Grace. I asked if this is what you want. Don’t think with your horny little pussy. Think with your brain and your heart’s desire. I know you want to come right now, but are you willing to hear no?”
She chews her lips as she wiggles on the bed. Finally, she slowly nods. “Yes, Sir. I want to give you that control.”
“Good girl. Get up and get dressed.”
Her lip sticks out in a pout and I pull her to sitting. “On second thought, turn over and show me your ass.”
She immediately flips over, and I bring my hand down hard on her left cheek. Her little squeal fuels me and I spank her again and again until she is wriggling about the bed. After a minute or two, I stop and pull her hair so she is kneeling up on her knees with her back to me. “Giving me control of your pleasure means not pouting when I tell you no. Is that understood?”
She shudders and nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Is that something you can adhere to?”
“Yes, Sir. It might be hard sometimes. I’m... aroused a lot.”
Her response makes my cock spring to life, and I want to pin her down and fuck her right away. But I’m not ready to take it all the way with Grace yet. Things are chaotic and uncertain around us. I want it to be right when it happens.
“We’ll have some fun with that. And I promise you won’t go without often. But sometimes going without enhances our dynamic and will make finally getting there even better. You know I like it when my subs suffer for me. Think of it as serving that need if it helps.”
She turns and throws her arms around me, taking me by surprise.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. “I’ve wanted to meet those needs for you for a long time. That does help.”
I kiss her tenderly and she melts against me. Not pinning her down and fucking her senseless is becoming harder by the second.
“Up and dressed. No panties.”
“It’s a good thing I don’t have any since you stole the ones I was wearing last night.”
Right. She didn’t get to pack a bag to come over here. I should have had her get herself some things when I sent her to get an outfit for Lili.
“We’ll get you some clean stuff. If you don’t want to wear what you were wearing yesterday, just borrow something of mine.”
“My clothes will be fine for now. Thank you.”
She’s back to being overly formal. A sign she’s nervous, so I kiss her and head toward my bathroom. I stop at the threshold and look at her.
“I’m taking a shower. When I get out, I expect a suit laid out on the bed for me. You can get dressed this time, but in the future, when you dress or undress me, you will be naked.”
The little pink circles on her cheeks grow as I slide off the bed and walk into the bathroom to shower. I give her enough time to agonize over the right choice of clothing for me because she’ll want to please me, and it will make the decision hard.
When I step out with a towel around my waist, I am pleasantly surprised to find her naked and kneeling next to the bed. Black slacks, a charcoal shirt, and a black jacket are on the bed along with a purple tie, socks, underwear, and cufflinks.
When I reach down to ruffle her hair, she smiles up at me. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“For?”
“For knowing what I needed in the moment to not be nervous.”
“Grace likes being useful,” I murmur, cupping her cheek. “I’ve known that about you since high school. I just don’t like taking advantage of it.”
She shakes her head. “You never have and you’re not now. Can I help you get dressed?”
I shake my head. “No. I want you to kneel and watch me instead, but you need a little something first.”
Her brows come together in curiosity as I rummage in my dresser for the right item.
When I find it, a vibrator still in the box, I drop to one knee next to her and open it.
“This has never been used on anyone, and it should have enough battery for this task. Slide it in your wet little pussy and watch me get dressed. No coming or you’ll get another punishment. I don’t even want you to ask for an orgasm. Just accept that you are currently being denied.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers with a shaky breath. Her fingers shake as she pulls the toy from the box and lifts herself up off her heels enough to slide the toy in place and switch it on.
I make her put it on a medium speed before I stand, discard the towel, and begin pulling on the clothing she laid out for me.
I drag out the dressing process as long as I can without pushing her too close to the edge.
When my tie is straight and my cufflinks are fastened, I drop to a knee and pull the toy out of her pussy and switch it off before placing it against her lips. “Clean up the mess you made and then get yourself dressed. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”
She eagerly sucks herself off the toy and when I’m satisfied, I pull it away, kiss her quickly and stand. Before leaving the room, I deposit the toy in the bathroom sink to clean properly later.
As I walk down the hall, I curse myself for not giving into the urge to fuck her. But I’m not going there with her. Not until I know things will work between us and she isn’t going to run screaming from the room once she finds out just how much of a sadist I really am.