Chapter 11 Silence
Mia’s eyes widened. “No— I didn’t mean—”
But her protest dissolved the moment his weight pressed her into the mattress again.
He came down over her with such force that her lungs stuttered, and he swallowed her unfinished words with another hard, consuming kiss.
His lips crashed into hers, claiming her lower lip first—pulling it between his teeth, sucking on it until she whimpered.
His tongue stroked her lip again and again before he devoured her mouth entirely. The kiss was frantic, hungry, swallowing her breath until she clung to his shoulders for support, trembling beneath him.
Before she could regain her breathing, he tore his tie from around his neck.
“Mr. Graves—?” she whispered, voice unsteady.
She didn’t get the chance to say another word. The fabric slid over her face, tightening around her head as he tied it securely over her eyes. Darkness washed over her vision, stripping her of any sense of control.
Her breathing trembled into silence. The room went still except for her ragged breaths and the deep, sharp pulls of air Alexander dragged through his throat.
Then she felt his hands.
He tugged her shorts down, taking her panties with them in one smooth motion, sliding the fabric down her legs. Her silk top followed—pulled upward, exposing her body entirely to him.
She felt his gaze even without seeing it—the heat of it moving over her bare skin. Slow. Consuming. Tracing every inch of her, as though he was memorizing her all over again.
“I’m going to need you to stay very still tonight,” Alexander growled softly into her ear.
He seized both of her wrists, pulling them behind her back. A second later, something cold brushed her skin—
Click.
Mia gasped as realization hit her.
Metal cuffs. Locked around her wrists.
“Mr. Graves—what… what is this?” she whispered, voice shaking as she strained against them.
Alexander didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he placed a finger against her lips, quieting her. His mouth brushed over her cheek, trailing down her jaw in slow, lingering kisses before reaching her ear.
When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, dangerous whisper.
“Since you’ve started becoming defiant… I had to make some arrangements too.”
A full shiver ran down her spine.
His tongue traced the shell of her ear, then traveled down to her neckline. He bit the skin gently—just enough to make her gasp—before licking over the same spot, soothing the sting.
“Now,” he murmured, lips barely touching her skin, “you’re going to make sure I’m satisfied with your performance tonight. And if I don’t see proof you’ve learned your lesson…” His fingers tightened around her waist possessively. “…then your punishment continues until the day I’m satisfied.”
The coldness of the handcuffs still shocked her, the metal tight around her wrists. She tried to breathe through the rush of adrenaline, forcing air into her lungs.
Then she felt him again—his body climbing over hers, hovering, controlling. His hand slid over her face, his touch soft and warm against her cheek. With her eyes covered, every sensation sharpened, making his touch feel deeper… darker.
A soft sound clicked through the air. She felt the weight of him shift, the friction of fabric sliding against skin, and realized he was unfastening his pants. The anticipation coiled tighter in her stomach.
Then, a soft sound clicked through the air.
He flipped the lights off.
Only the warm glow of the single lamp beside the bed remained, casting a low, golden halo over the room. Shadows moved across the walls as his body hovered above hers.
Blindfolded, handcuffed, and completely exposed beneath him, Mia felt everything more intensely—the heat of his breath, the closeness of his body, the darkness pressing in from all sides.
Her breath turned uncontrollable and heavy when she felt his face lower to her cheek. His mouth brushed her skin, kissing along her cheeks, his lips exploring everywhere as if memorizing her. A soft gasp slipped out of her.
“Ahhh…”
His lips moved again—down to her neck—his tongue trailing slowly. The warmth and wetness of his tongue made her skin come alive, and she could do nothing except struggle to keep herself from breaking at the intensity.
Alexander continued down the line of her throat.
His tongue circled a sensitive spot before gliding lower again.
Then he bit gently, grazing her skin, and followed the bite with a deep, lingering suck.
The tingling sensation shot through her, shaking her entire body.
Her fingers curled into tight fists and strained against the restraints holding her in place.
Alexander lifted his body slightly, his gaze roaming over her exposed skin.
His eyes traced every curve, every inch, devouring her.
The next moment, he lowered his head again, and his hand slid up to cup her breast. His fingers kneaded the soft mound, caressing the skin before moving upward to tease her rosy bud.
He pinched it between his fingers, flicking it lightly with his thumb.
The sudden tingle made Mia arch her upper body, a shaky breath and a soft moan escaping her lips.
Then he disappeared for a brief moment.
The room felt painfully silent except for her own breathing—so loud it echoed like a heartbeat.
He wasn’t gone for long.
When he returned to the bed, she felt the mattress shift. Her voice trembled, hoarse and breathless.
“Mr. Graves… please remove the blindfold. I want to see you.”
But he didn’t answer her.
The next second, another loud sound tore from her throat when she felt his fingers slide up her side—over the soft skin near her mouth, then beneath her arms—before returning to the swollen flesh on her chest. He gripped her sensitive bud, flicking it lightly before a sudden, sharp pinch made her jolt in shock.
She gasped when she felt a small clip fastened onto her throbbing bud.
The sting was quick, sharp, and shocking, but it faded just as fast. Then he did the same to her other mound. Mia let out another cry, almost collapsing from the overwhelming sensations hitting her all at once.
Alexander’s hands tightened around her waist as he lowered his head again.
His tongue flicked the tip of her sensitive, clipped bud, the added pressure making it impossibly tingly and sensitive.
Mia’s breath broke into ragged gasps, her chest rising uncontrollably as she let out a loud, desperate cry.
He moved downward, his mouth traveling to the side of her waist, then to her hip.
He kissed a path down until he reached her thighs, then slid back up again, teasing her inner thighs with soft, maddening strokes.
His hands followed the same route, caressing her stomach, her sides, every inch of skin he passed.
His face dipped lower, and he kissed the same spots his fingers had touched. Each kiss was slow, warm, claiming. Her entire body trembled under him.
Slowly, her shivering grew stronger. He moved even lower, his mouth descending past her hips. She felt him at her inner thighs again, kissing and lightly nipping at her skin, before his hands slid up to part her thighs wider.
His fingers reached her center, feather-light, barely touching, gliding over her heat in the softest caress that made her entire body jerk.
Mia’s mouth went dry. Her lips parted, trembling, searching for breath.
He bent down, his eyes fixed on her body, watching every tiny reaction she made. She tried to lift her hips instinctively, unable to stop herself.
“Mr. Graves…” Her voice shook, fear and excitement mixing into one trembling note.
His head snapped up at the sound of her voice.
The expression on her face, the pleasure and yearning and hunger in her eyes, hit him so hard he nearly lost control right there.
He exhaled sharply, steadying himself. Then his gaze shifted to the side table beside the bed. He reached over, his fingers brushing across the items he had brought for her. A small, satisfied smile curved his lips, the anticipation clear in his eyes.
His hand closed around a silk panty, lifting it calmly before turning his attention back to her.
Gripping her legs, he slid the panty up her thighs, lifting her hips with one hand so he could pull it into place. Mia’s brows pinched together in confusion the moment she realized he was putting panties on her again.
He eased it all the way up to her center.
Only then did the design become clear—the thin straps on the sides were barely enough to sit on her waist. The front had a deliberate cut-out, leaving her center completely exposed. And tucked inside was a small vibrator, pressed right against her soft, sensitive nub.
Without a word, Alexander tapped the button on his phone, activating it.
The effect was brutal.
Mia’s legs jerked violently, trembling as the sudden pulse of vibration slammed through her body. She arched off the bed with a helpless gasp.
Alexander caught her ankles instantly, holding her still as the vibrator continued buzzing.
A broken whimper tore from her throat, her upper body lifting again as shock and pleasure crashed over her in a rush.
“Oh—my God—” Mia choked, her voice shaking as the intensity stole every breath from her.
However, Alexander showed no mercy.
He caught her ankle and settled between her legs. Lifting her foot, he pressed slow kisses to each of her toes. His tongue then dragged over her arch in a long, wet stroke. The heat of it slid up her calf and then higher along her thigh.
Mia’s thighs shook uncontrollably.