Chapter 21
Grant
The Submission
Someone needed to give this woman a damn trophy—first place in owning my fucking mind and dick. Her fingers fell to her clit as she started grinding down on me, and I had to clench my thighs together to keep from blowing inside her.
Don’t. Come. Don’t. Come. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come. Don’t you motherfuckin’ dare co—
“I’m so close, Grant.” She popped a finger in her mouth, then went back to massaging her swollen clit.
I pinched my eyes closed, trying not to picture the hot as sin woman on top of me, riding my dick, and getting off while taking control.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Her pussy gripped me like a vise, and I knew then I’d lost all hope of obeyin’.
“Peach, I’m coming,” I gritted out, feeling my balls draw up tight. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
She groaned my name as I thrust up, bucking my hips to match her movements. She fell forward, bracing herself on my chest as I rode out my orgasm, coming harder than I ever had before. Her breathing matched mine—heavy and out of control for a few minutes as we just laid there.
“Grant,” she finally whispered. “You didn’t listen.”
Sophia was born to be dominant, but was forced into submission. I’d never let a woman have me like that before, but after today? Sophia could strap me down and use me whenever she wanted and I’d be the happiest son of a bitch around.
I grinned, hoping that meant some form of punishment. More belts, maybe? “I know, darlin’. I’m sorry.”
“Sure you are.” Sophia pushed up and cocked her head down at me, pursing her lips as her curls made a halo around her head—so beautiful, all freshly fucked.
She raised herself slowly until my semi-hard fell from her dripping pussy, and as she glanced at me, my cock started growin’ again. “I know how you can make it up to me.”
“How’s that?”
“This.” She prowled up my body, and when she settled her knees on either side of my shoulders, I jerked in my restraints. Her pussy was slick with both our cum, and I wanted to bury my fingers inside her.
Sophia dug her fingers into my hair, making my neck arch to look up at her face from between heavenly, spread legs.
What a lucky bastard I am.
“You want me to lick you clean, Peach?” Her cheeks burned a cute shade of red, lips swollen and pupils blown to high heaven.
Her reply came out soft and unsure. “Not yet.” I arched a brow before she cleared her throat, gripping my hair tighter. “I want you to beg for it first.”
“Fuck me, darlin’.” My nails burrowed into the leather strap, barely restraining me.
I could have just freed myself and taken her, but that’s not what we were doing.
She needed this, and the hardness of my dick minutes after coming inside her told me I really fuckin’ liked being in this position—mentally and physically.
“Go on, Grant. Let me hear you beg.”
Any man who thought it was shameful to beg obviously never had a goddess like Sophia, pussy slick and waiting, above their face. “I’ll fucking die right here if you don’t lower that dripping cunt to my mouth. Please, please, fuckin’ pleeease let me taste you.”
Her pink cheeks pinched with a smile, and when she gave a single nod, I didn’t wait. I dove right in, teeth grazing her swollen clit before sucking it into my mouth. Right as her hips bucked, I moved to her center and started fucking her with my tongue.
Our cum together was the sweetest sin I’d ever known.
A sin too sweet for the devil I was. I licked and sucked and devoured every drop she could give, wishing I could pull her back down to my cock just to recreate this again and again.
I liked the idea of her full of my cum, of her tasting just like that every time we fucked.
Just like mine.
“Grant, I’m gonna—” her legs slipped as she pulled on my hair.
It was damn hard to breathe as her body lost control while her pussy trembled around my tongue, but hell, if I suffocated from her coming in this position, I’d be more than okay with that.
Put it on my tombstone now—died while eating the best tasting pussy man has ever known.
I let go of the belt as she slumped off me, catching her as she fell to my side. I pulled her to me and stared up at the ceiling, trying to wrangle my thoughts as they flooded in.
“That”—she started, breaking the silence—“was what Just Sophia would do all day long.”
I smirked and kissed the crown of her head, fighting the odd pang her words had caused. I didn’t want this to be a one day thing. I wanted this to never end.
“C’mon, Peach. Let’s go shower.”
“Do we have to?”
“I wanna take you out for lunch.” She groaned as I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. “As much as I like the idea of not movin’ from the bed, I also know we need more calories than what oatmeal provides.”
“Don’t forget bourbon,” she added.
“And bourbon.” I set her on the counter, making sure her legs weren’t too shaky to stand on her own. Turning on the water, I waited for the line to get warm.
“I could’ve showered myself, you know,” Sophia said. “I’m not too ritzy to know how to work a shower like this.”
I glanced at her over my shoulder before switching the water to funnel out from the shower head. “You’re real cute and all, thinkin’ showering together isn’t for selfish reasons. Makes me think you’re starting to like me more than you let on.”
She rolled her eyes as I carried her into the shower with me.
When I set her on her feet, she gathered water and flicked it at my face.
“You can tell I like you just fine.” I drank in her naked body, the way the water fell down her breasts and between her legs.
Her brow arched. “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t have any energy left for lunch. ”
My hand slid down my stomach toward my erect dick, and her eyes followed. “How am I lookin’ at you?”
“Like you wanna eat me, instead.”
I languidly stroked my cock, loving how her thighs squeezed together at the sight. “Is that a bad thing?”
She shook her head, parting her lips. “No. But—” I gripped her chin with my freehand and kissed her.
There were no “buts” allowed today. Today was for just us.
We could leave the buts and worries and thoughts for tomorrow.
At least, that’s what I told myself as I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist.
I pulled back as I pressed her into the tile, and when she nodded, I lined up my cock and thrust inside.
Her pussy welcomed me right back in, and I wasn’t going gentle.
I dug my fingers into her fleshy ass and drove into her like I was trying to mark her.
A mark that I hoped she’d never try to hide. Not after today.
“Goddamn, Sophia.” I kissed down her neck, pounding into her as steam billowed around us.
She moaned louder than she had before, clawing at my back and fisting the hair at my nape, guiding my mouth back to hers.
We kissed and fucked like our lives would end once we got out of the bubble we’d created.
We came together, panting into each other’s mouths as water poured over my shoulders.
When she had me tied up on the bed, it was clear I was submitting.
As I helped her down to her feet, I wondered if she could tell I was submitting in a whole new way.
I was giving her everything else. Every little broken and fucked up part of me that no one else had ever had.
And I wasn’t ready to let it go.