Chapter 29 #2
“I love you,” he said against my lips before burning his kiss there. I melted into him, growing wetter with every glide of his tongue on mine. “Don’t move.” I whimpered at the loss of his cock as he got up and went to the closet. The same one I thought held all of his darkest secrets.
I tried to focus on the closet instead of the twin snakes twisting up Grant’s back, and the lines of muscles cutting into his shoulders and ass.
Fuck, he’s hot. A shiver ran up my spine as he moved to the side and smirked at me over his shoulder.
In his hands were black straps, and all along the walls of the closet looked like tools I’d seen before.
Ones that could cause pain or an immense amount of pleasure.
I swallowed thickly, shoving those memories out. I’d only ever experienced the painful side of them, but I knew Grant, and he wouldn’t hurt me.
He wasn’t Riyan.
As if Grant could read my thoughts, he said, “I promise I won’t hurt you, baby.”
“I know. And I remember our safeword,” I added, knowing he was going to mention it.
He grinned. “Good.”
A black rod rested in his hand as the other reached back inside the closet.
Straps and thin chains near two black loops.
“Stand up in the middle of the bed for me.” My body warmed as he approached and set the things he’d grabbed down on the bed.
I did as I was told, my gut twisting with excitement as I reached above my head. The room darkened, and it took me a moment to realize it was because Grant was standing in front of me and my eyes were pinched shut.
“Peach.” His words ghosted over my ear, soft and warm, as he pushed a finger inside me. I gasped, my eyes popping open, allowing me to see the sexiest man alive. His smirk as he added another finger threatened to take my legs out. “You’re soaking my knuckles.”
“Grant,” I breathed, glancing up at what was hanging from the ceiling.
“Give me your hand.” My cheeks went flush, my heart thundering like a race horse. “The cuffs won’t hurt.” I nodded and slid my hand into his. “Atta girl.”
Grant secured the black leather cuffs around each wrist, then guided my fingers to wrap around small bars directly above the cuffs, connected by chains.
My arms were spread wide by a long black bar above me that Grant had secured to a hook in his ceiling.
While I was looking over each part of the contraption he put me in, I felt more padded leather wrapping around my ankles.
Another spreader bar.
Grant glided his fingers up my thigh as he stood. I tried to press my thighs together, making a lethal smirk form over his lips.
“You won’t be able to do that, Peach.” I gasped as his hand went higher until he was cupping my pussy.
“I want all of you on display for me, darlin’.
Your pussy, your ass”—he reached behind me and squeezed a cheek, making me whimper—“your perfect tits.” He took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make a popping sound as he released it.
I rolled my lips, trying not to moan as loud as I wanted as he did the same to the other. “All of you, just for me.”
He cupped my cheek, working his fingers up to push unruly strands behind my ear. His lips were slightly swollen from sucking on my breasts, his hair tousled and free, and his eyes wild with hunger.
“Just yours,” I agreed. “All yours.”
He kissed me deeply, like he needed the confirmation that I was okay, that all of this wasn’t going to push me into a state he’d gotten too used to so early on. But I’d never been more present in my life.
There was nowhere I’d rather be than standing in the middle of Grant’s bed, spread wide open for him to use as he pleased.
He searched my hazy eyes as he pulled back, but I thrust forward, taking his bottom lip in my teeth.
He groaned and pushed his fingers inside me with equal vigor, making me gasp at the force.
He ate my gasp with his tongue, pushing inside my mouth and sliding it against mine as he fucked me with his hand.
“Grant, please. Please just—”
“Patience, Peach.” I could hear the wet sounds of my pussy dripping onto his hand as he fucked me harder. I wanted to squirm, to press my thighs together to keep him from making me come so soon. But fuck, I was so close.
He pulled back, jerking his head further away as I tried to take his lips with my teeth again. He was taunting me, driving me mad while bringing me to the edge. My heart was pounding so hard, I could hear it in my ears.
“I wanna watch you come on my fingers, baby, and then on my cock.”
“P-please. Oh god, Grant.”
“Atta-fuckin’-girl, Peach. Let it all go.”
“I’m-fuuuck!” I shuddered, my whole body convulsing as I came.
He kept pushing, reaching deeper, making a pinching sensation low in my gut.
My orgasm shattered into another, only this time, I felt fluid drip down my thighs and an unholy amount of cum squirting in Grant’s hand as he kept pushing on that spot that made dots form in my vision.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous, baby. Let me clean you up.
” I slumped as his tongue slid between my thighs, a deep groan leaving him as he licked my skin.
“You’re the fuckin’ best thing I’ve ever tasted in this whole damn world.
Pure ecstasy.” He swept his tongue up my thigh, my skin hot and sensitive as he reached my center.
Again, I tried to squeeze my thighs together to steer him away, but he only laughed before speering my center with his tongue.
“Grant, ohhhhfuck.”
“I’m doin’ that next,” he replied, his words vibrating against my clit as he swirled his tongue over it.
He sat back on his haunches, marveling at the work he’d made of me.
“So damn pretty. Watchin’ you squirt is goin’ to be the fuckin’ death of me, but I’m ready to feel you around me.
Making a mess of my cock.” He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself using the hand that looked to be still wet and coated in cum.
“Stop teasin’ me and come fuck me already.”
He grinned and hopped up, edging his thumb along my bottom lip.
“I’m not teasin’, baby. Just taking my time.
Pinching myself for how damn lucky I am to have you like this.
” He flicked the chain connecting my cuffs to the smaller bars I was clutching for support.
“I bought this all just for you, you know.”
I playfully bit the tip of his thumb. “Quit lyin’.”
He mocked a frown. “I would do no such thing to you.”
“You want me to believe you bought a slew of bondage accessories in the hopes that I would—what? Not only be into you, but also into this?”
“Yeah, actually.” He shrugged with a single shoulder. “A poor boy can dream, right?”
A piece of my heart cracked the way his lips turned down when he said poor, like he thought I cared. Like he thought that made him less than he was.
“You’re so much more than any money could hope to define you,” I said, meaning every word.
The back of his knuckles grazed over my jaw, his eyes searching mine like he couldn’t believe what I was saying.
“I mean it, you know.” I lowered my voice, hoping for a smile from him as I added, “Unless you’re hidin’ billions, then make way. I’m ready to take all of it.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Sadly, no. If I did, I’d’ve already put a bigger ring on your finger. With your daddy’s blessing, of course.”
That hit a deep spot in my heart. It made it break, but fuse back together knowing how much he did love me. In a perfect world where status and money had nothin’ to do with hearts, I’d’ve made him mine by now, too.