Chapter 7 Grant #2
She moans into the pillow and I grin. I like that she’s turned on enough to have a hard time staying in character.
I bring the knife to her shorts and remove them the same way I did the top.
Her ass is perfect in the moonlight, pale and plump.
She struggles some more while I’m distracted by her ass, tugging at the restraints.
I spank her again, then once more, before slipping a finger between her legs. She cries out. “Oh, please, not that—”
“Shut up,” I growl as I thrust my fingers inside her perfect pussy. If there was any doubt she was turned on by this, it’s decimated by the way she’s soaking my fingers.
“I can’t wait to get my dick in here,” I growl, thrusting roughly to make her whimper into the pillow. “But you’re going to have to wait for that.”
I flip her again, onto her back, and sit on her thighs to keep her from kicking. I take in the sight of her, chest rising rapidly as she pants, eyes covered, her hands once again extended straight above her head, hair a messy halo on the white pillows.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I mutter, reaching for my belt.
She whimpers when she hears the sound of the buckle and tugs at her restraints but I don’t stop.
I get my dick out, not bothering to take my pants off.
Staying clothed while she’s naked and restrained makes the whole thing seem more primal, more filthy.
I crawl over her, straddling her shoulders.
“I’m fucking this pretty face,” I say, relishing her little squeak of dismay.
“Open your mouth.” She shakes her head so I grab her cheeks, squeezing and forcing them open.
“I thought you were going to be sweet for me,” I tsk.
“Maybe you need to learn a lesson, huh?”
I thrust my dick into her mouth and I swear, I could come right this second.
She so warm and wet, her lips looking incredible stretched around my length.
There’s something about this position, towering over her like she’s my prey, her arms extended over her head and restrained, my cock plunging into her mouth—I feel like I might lose my mind.
“That’s so good,” I gasp, thrusting deeper into her throat. She gags and I groan. “So fucking good.”
I look down. As hot as it is to have her blindfolded, I need to see her eyes.
So I rip the mask off and groan when I see her wide, watering eyes.
“I might have to break in here again,” I say.
“No way one night with this body will be enough. Or maybe I’ll take you home with me.
Keep you tied up so I can use you whenever I want. ”
Fuck. I was just trying to stay in character but saying those words has my hips snapping forward with greater urgency.
The thought of Kensie in my house, where I can take care of her, where she’s always available to me, has white hot fire shooting through me.
I’m pumping faster now, going deeper, unable to help myself, unable to stop, her gagging just spurring me on.
I’m seconds from coming down her throat before I pull away, gasping as she tries to catch her breath.
I sneer down at her. “You were trying to make me come, weren’t you?
” I ask, gripping her chin. “With that perfect little mouth and tight throat. Those pretty watering eyes. You thought this would be over if I came in your mouth, didn’t you? ”
She shakes her head, but I only laugh, sliding down her body and wedging myself between her splayed thighs. “Nice try, sweetheart. But you’re not getting away with just a blow job tonight. I told you I wanted this pussy and I’m going to have it.”
I don’t give her any time to prepare herself before I’m pushing into her.
Somehow, she feels even better than the other times we’ve done this.
Maybe it’s the game we’re playing or maybe it’s the conversation we had earlier, when she agreed to let me take a larger role in her life.
Or maybe it’s just Kensie, fucking perfect for me in every way.
I stay on my knees as I fuck into her, wanting to watch what I’m doing to her body. It’s indescribably hot, her tits bouncing, arms stretched high over her head. She’s trying to keep up the game by whimpering and shaking her head, but her moans are growing louder, more frequent.
“I want you to come,” I growl. “Won’t that be embarrassing for you? To realize that you came over some stranger’s dick? That you fell apart for an intruder in your own bed?”
My fingers find her clit as I continue to push in deep, setting a fast pace. Just like at the restaurant, it doesn’t take her long. Her cunt starts fluttering, clenching, and I know she’s about to come.
“You like this, don’t you,” I ask, knowing filthy words will push her over the edge. “You like being forced?”
She explodes, her pussy practically strangling me as her back arches up off the bed. Between the way that she feels coming apart around me and the way she looks taking my dick, I’m ready to finish myself.
But then this would end, and I don’t want to stop. I want more, want everything from this amazing, gorgeous woman.
I wait until she comes down from her climax before I reach up and untie her hands. As soon as she’s free she starts pounding on my shoulders, still keeping up the pretense of the fantasy.
That’s fine with me. I have no intention of dropping the act any time soon.
She hits my shoulders again and I grunt, pinning her down with my body.
“You think you can fight me off?” I pound into her harder, rough and deep, then abruptly pull out, making her cry out in dismay. So much for staying in character.
I flip her once again, onto her front, and stretch my body out over hers, keeping her immobilized.
“Didn’t I tell you this body was mine tonight?
” Then I’m pushing back inside her, loving how tight she is like this, on her stomach with her legs pressed together.
“Didn’t I tell you there was nothing you could do to stop me? ”
“Please,” she cries into the pillow, and from the way her pussy clenches around mine, I know she’s not pleading for me to stop. I go to my knees, pulling her ass up so she’s on all fours. I tilt her hips so I can hit her g-spot and thrust into her once, twice, before she’s coming again.
“Yes,” she cries. “Grant, yes.”
A switch flips in me at the sound of my name on her lips as she comes.
So often we’re deep in role-play when acting out her fantasies.
Other times I’ve instructed her to call me sir.
But tonight, even in the middle of our most intense game ever, she can’t stop herself from saying my name while she falls apart.
I feel feral, wanting to touch, claim, possess every inch of her.
I pull out and lay on my back, pulling her over me so her pussy is in my face.
I make her come again, on my tongue this time, her taste overwhelming me.
Her pussy is still clenching when I get her on her back again, pushing my way inside.
“Fuck Kensie,” I grunt, mindless with pleasure. Her hands are in my hair, her legs wrapped tight around my hips. There’s no pretense of our game anymore, no trying to fight me off. She’s clinging to me like I’m the only thing holding her together, and there’s no stopping my orgasm now.
“Look at me,” I bark out. The second my eyes lock with hers, I’m done. The hazy, overwhelmed pleasure in her blue eyes is too much. “Fuck, Kensie,” I groan out as heat explodes down my spine.
“So good, Grant,” she gasps and I’m coming, my hips pumping desperately, trying to get as close to her as possible while I fill her.
I collapse back onto her mattress, heart pounding so hard I vaguely wonder if I’m having a heart attack. At this moment, I’m honestly not sure I would mind—because what a way to go.
I have just enough strength left to pull her into my arms. She comes easily, her head nestling against my chest. We stay still for a moment, both trying to catch our breath. Her body is relaxed against mine, languid and spent.
“You okay?” I ask once I can get the words out.
She laughs incredulously. “Okay? That’s nowhere near the right word.”
“Please tell me the word you’re thinking of is something good, and not that you’re ready to call the cops.”
She giggles and fuck, the sound goes straight to my chest. I want to make her sound like that—all happy and light—every day. Preferably after a mind-blowing fuck.
“Good doesn’t come close either,” she says, snuggling in a little closer. “God, Grant. That was amazing. Exactly how I pictured it—no, even better.”
I didn’t think it was possible to feel more satisfied than I did a moment ago, but her words do the trick.
I kiss the top of her head. “I’m so glad.”
“Did you, um, like it too?” She asks, her voice soft. “I mean, I know that was my fantasy, not yours, but—”
I pull her up over my chest so her face is above mine. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.”
Her smile is a little shy and so fucking cute, I have to kiss her. As soon as our lips touch, I wish I could go again. Normally my body has no problem fucking twice in a row, at least not with Kensie, but the mind-blowing sex we just had requires at least a few minutes of rest.
Besides, I really fucking like lying here in her bed, her body against mine, all soft and warm and bare.
I reluctantly break the kiss and rearrange her so she’s cuddled even more fully on top of me. Fuck, I could stay like this forever.
“How did you know?” she whispers after a few minutes.
“How did I know what?”
“That this was exactly what I needed?”
I kiss the top of her head. “I know you had a tough week. You were feeling shitty about being in your apartment. I wanted to help you reset. To take control again.”
She giggles again. “So you forced your way in and tied me up?”
I grin against her hair. “Well, when you put it that way…”
She pulls away from my chest to look at me, and fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Her lips are all swollen and red from my kisses, her hair a mess. But the best thing is how relaxed she looks. How content. I did that for her.
“I was hoping this would help you to feel more comfortable in your space,” I tell her. “Hopefully now when you think about your home, you’ll think about this before any of the negative shit comes into your mind.”
Her smile is sassy. “My darkest fantasy coming to life is definitely pretty memorable.”
I go on, because I want to make sure she understands this.
“Maybe it’s crazy and counterintuitive,” I tell her.
“But I thought fulfilling this particular fantasy might remind you of how far you’ve come.
Think about it, Kensie—you’re brave enough to ask for what you want.
Brave enough to explore and figure out what you like, what you’re looking for. That’s a big fucking deal.”
Her face softens even more. “It’s hard for me to see myself that way. I don’t feel very brave.”
I press a soft kiss to her lips. “You trust me, right?” She nods automatically.
“Then don’t worry about what you see in yourself for now.
Trust me when I tell you that you’re brave and strong and beautiful.
Everything you’ve done—leaving him, remaking your life with your job, this apartment, your time at the club—all of that inspires the hell out of me. ”
I kiss her again and smile. “And you have to believe me because you just said you trust me, so you know I’m not lying.”
She kisses me back, deeper this time, and pretty soon she’s under me once again, legs spread as she takes me into her body, as we make each other feel good. As she takes just one more step into reclaiming her power, reaching for what she wants.
And when it’s over, she snuggles into me again—and she doesn’t ask me to leave. Instead, we fall asleep together, in her bed, for the first time.
I wish with everything in me it won’t be the last.