Chapter 16 Gracie Mae
Gracie Mae
They say you should never provoke a beast for you don’t know what may happen. But I can’t help but feel a little thrill run through me as I stare in the icy frost eyes of a man who has nothing but control becoming undone.
It’s the only reason why I let the man behind me dance with me. It’s the reason why I let his hands innocently explore my body.
The man behind me who was enjoying himself just mere seconds ago stiffens. And with the lethal glare Oak is giving him I wouldn’t be surprised if the man behind me doesn’t run or piss his pants out of fear.
However, his fear isn’t doing him any favors because he doesn’t do either of what I’m thinking. No, the stupid man is frozen in fear. Paralyzed. And because of that his arms are locked around my body and his hand is frozen dangerously by the underside of my breast.
Oak’s eyes glance down to where his hand is and his jaw ticks. He stares there, looking as if he will do just exactly as he said, break his arms off.
Deep down I know that it isn’t right, for someone’s jealously wanting them to commit physical violence, but my fucking god does it turn me on, feminism be damned.
Oak tilts his head to the side as he assesses the man behind me with those arctic eyes. “If you value your life at all you’ll remove your fucking hands off of her and never breathe in her direction again.”
That, that raw dominance is exactly what I’m talking about.
It has my heart racing inside my chest like a stallion and my pussy throbbing with a desperate need.
“I-I didn’t mean any harm. We were only dancing,” the man stutters.
Oak narrows his eyes, regarding him still with that icy glare. “Three seconds, motherfucker. Three,” he begins the countdown and before he can tick down to the next second he takes the man’s hand off of me and breaks it. The man howls in pain as he scatters like leaves in the wind.
A shiver races down my spine despite the sweat that clings to my skin.
Oak presses closer to me and thanks to my heels I don’t have to crane my neck as far to look up at him.
“What are you doing, Grace?”
I widen my eyes, playing innocent. “I was dancing.”
“Dancing,” he hums, testing the word on his tongue and not liking the taste.
“You’re acting as if I have committed a crime. You’re the one who broke an innocent man’s hand.”
He chuckles darkly, stepping closer to me and stealing my breath.
“Innocent? He had his hands on you. He should be grateful I only broke the one. I will not be as merciful to the next man who touches you.” He closes what little space we share and steals my breath.
“Let’s count the crimes you’ve committed,” he says to me lowly.
Then he places his hand on the flare of my hip and spins me around to where my ass is pressed against his groin.
“One,” he begins the count as his arm wraps around my torso like a band of steel.
Then, catching me completely off guard he starts to move his hips.
“You displayed your body for other men to see. And if I hadn’t been there then they would’ve seen what was mine before me. ”
Surprisingly Oak has rhythm. For as big as he is you wouldn’t imagine him to dance smoothly but Oak is dancing like a man who knows how to fuck.
I lay my head back against his chest as I elongate my arm and snake it around the back of his neck.
He has full access to my body this way and I’m serving it to him on a silver platter.
“Two,” he says in my ear for only I to hear, “you allowed another man to touch your body when you and I both know that it’s mine.
” His hands then make a perusal of my body.
And my body comes alive from his touch as electric currents spark through my veins lighting my skin on fire.
I press my ass firmly against his groin and then give a little shimmy.
He groans and it’s like music to my ears.
“Three, you wore this fucking dress tonight with nothing underneath to fucking tempt me.” His hand travels up my body like a slither of a snake and then collars my throat. The dominance of his touch, the possession of it has me clenching my thighs because of how wet he’s making me.
With his hand around my throat I know he can feel my maddening pulse.
Then he forces me to tip my head back so that our eyes meet. Those icy blues are burning with desire and his pupils are blown. I could get drunk off that look alone if I stared in those eyes of his for too long.
My tongue peaks out to lick my bottom lip, and his eyes follow. “I’m always tempting you,” I remind him with a hint of sass and a wink.
His thumb then tugs on my lower lip leaving it open. Boldly I lick the tip of his thumb and savor the sweet and salty taste of his skin.
It elicits another groan from him except this one sounds pained. And as I thrust my ass against his groin again I understand why. He’s incredibly hard against me.
Leaning over me from behind his lips come so close to mine yet so far. I can feel his hot breath fanning my face. And when his tongue darts out to lick his own lip I whimper. What I wouldn’t give for just one fucking taste of him.
“And that leaves us with crime number four,” he breathes, his lips dangerously close to mine. With his hand wrapped around my throat I can’t move my neck to get closer. He’s in complete control here, dominating me in the middle of the fucking dance floor.
And I’m fucking loving it.
My nipples are hard and the slinky material of my dress doesn’t hide it.
There’s a warmth pooling in my lower stomach and I feel like I might die if I don’t get relief.
“Oak,” I whimper and he chuckles darkly.
“My temptress pleading with me. How the tables have turned,” he says amused.
But I’m far from amused and I don’t care how this plan of mine totally backfired on me.
I was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.
“Where was I?” He pauses for effect, his eyes flicking down to my lips before he swipes his tongue along his.
Holy fucking fuck, that’s hot. “Right, number four. Do you want to know?” He asks rhetorically.
“You’re always fucking tempting me. Doesn’t matter where we are or who we are with you just can’t stop tempting me. ”
My pussy is pulsing and wet, my nipples are unbelievably hard, there’s a heat in my lower stomach that’s only rising and the more his hands roam across my skin as he dominates me I feel like I’m going to combust right here and now.
I’ve never been this aroused before. And he’s hardly doing anything to me.
“Is that all the crimes I’ve committed?”
“You have yet to commit the biggest crime of all, Grace, but you’re fucking close.”
“And what is that?” I breathe.
“By winning this fucking war.”
Then he does something I never would have expected. He takes his tongue and licks from the edge of my lips, down my neck and lavishes on the pulse point at my throat before biting down with his teeth.
The mixture of pleasure and a dash of pain has my head spinning and my body becoming more aroused. I feel my wetness dripping down my thigh.
I clench my legs together to prevent anyone from seeing but Oak has other plans.
He kisses my pulse point, which is now thundering, and then slithers his hand down my body.
Right between my breasts, down my abdomen, over my pussy and then landing on my thigh.
Entranced by him and lost to the feeling of desire I let him move his hand to my inner thigh.
His fingers dance upwards along the inside of my thigh and I know he can feel the evidence of my arousal.
I should be burning with shame but with the way Oak is looking at me I feel shameless.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you, Grace?”
I nod my head helplessly.
He slaps the inside of my thigh and I jolt in his arms. “Words, Grace. I need your pretty mouth to say fucking words.”
“Yes,” I moan.
He hums his approval and moves his hand up higher. His fingers are so close to touching my pussy.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises me with a voice that just oozes sex. “Do you like being my good girl, Grace?”
My whole body feels as if I’m on a tight wire. And I fear with one more touch I might fall.
Without thinking I nod my head.
He tsks. “A good girl would’ve used that mouth.
But you like being naughty, don’t you?” His fingers hover over my pussy lips.
Oh, god. I can’t fucking think right now.
I’m in a club, in the middle of the dance floor and I have the most sinfully delicious man I know about to finger me in front of all these people.
That fact that I feel no shame should be alarming.
“A naughty girl deserves a punishment. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Closing my eyes I nod my head.
Except that wasn’t the right thing to do.
His hand slaps my pussy harshly and my eyes pop as my mouth falls open with a startled yelp.
Oh my fucking god.
What the fuck was that?
And why am I enjoying it so fucking much?
My arousal drips from my pussy but Oak’s hand stops it from leaking down my thighs.
“Do you want a punishment, Grace?” He murmurs darkly in my ear.
My mind explores all the dirty things that he can do to me and I can’t help the thrill of excitement that hums throughout my body.
A good rough spanking. Him tying me up to use me as he pleases. Him playing my body like an instrument until I finally succumb beneath him.
“Yes,” I say, not even recognizing my own husky voice.
“You’d let me finger fuck you right here wouldn’t you.”
I would and I wouldn’t feel an ounce of shame.
What is he doing to to me?
His fingers then tease my pussy. His hot breath hits against my neck as he speaks. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you? Tell me, Grace, if I were to slam you against the wall over there would you let me fuck you?”
I never knew I would be so into dirty talk but Oak has the filthiest mouth I have ever heard. And it’s only turning me on more.
“Everyone would know you’re mine. That this sweet body,” with his other hand he slides it across my body, over the flare of my hips and the swell of my breast, “is mine. That this pussy,” he then dips an inch of his index finger inside my pussy and I clamp around him, greedily, “is fucking mine.”
Before I can even entertain the idea he slips his finger out of me and I whimper at the loss. Then he turns me around and I watch transfixed as he takes that same finger glistening with my arousal and sucks it into his mouth.
He hums in appreciation and his eyes flare as he pops his finger out. “You taste like fucking honey. Better than anything I could have ever imagined.”
“Oak,” I plea.
“Tell me you’re mine, Grace. Tell me you’re mine and I’ll fuck you so hard that every time you walk you’ll be reminded of me.”
I want that.
I want that so fucking bad.
But I want more than just that.
I want all of him.
His heart, body and soul.
I want him to let me in.
And if I can’t have all of him then I don’t want what he’s offering at all.
“No,” I say to him on barely a whisper but he hears it.
His eyes narrow with disbelief as he breathes, “No?”
I nod my head and with more conviction I repeat, “No.” He stands there stunned but I know it has to be done. It’s the only way we will ever become more. I place my hand on his chest right above his heart. “If you want me, if I’m yours like you claim I am then you have to be mine, Oak.”
“I am yours, Grace. I told you before and I’m telling you now, I’m fucking yours. There isn’t anyone else for me but you.”
“And I believe you,” I agree with him partly but he’s still missing the point. “But how can you be mine if you never let me in?”
He swallows thickly, averting his gaze as the familiar glint of pain enters. When he’s eyes return to mine they look as if they’re pleading with me. “Grace, what if I can’t?”
“You can, Oak.”
“Grace-”
I shake my head. “No, you don’t get to call me Grace until you figure out what you want.”
His hands come to my hips and he pulls me against him. “I want you,” he tells me fiercely.
“Then are you going to let me in?”
His fingers dig in my hips and I could care less about the bruising grip. It’s as if he’s trying to hold onto me and that if he lets go I’ll be gone forever.
But I’m still here. I’m still fighting for him. I’m still fighting for us. But I need him to fight against the insecurities in his head. I need him to fight the war inside his head. He can surrender to me but not to himself.
“You’re giving up the fight?”
“No,” I rush to assure him. “I’m always fighting for you, Oak. I need you to stop fighting against me. I need you to lay your weapons down, shed your armor and bare yourself to me.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that, Grace-” I give him a pointed look and he sighs heavily.
“Gracie Mae. I don’t know if I can bare myself like that again.
” There’s a pain in his eyes that I just want to heal but I know that I can’t do that.
The healing process has to begin with him. He has to choose that.
“She did this to you, the woman you loved. She hurt you. Found someone else who she could love better than you. I’m not her, Oak.”
“I know you’re not.”
“And I know something happened to you overseas,” I begin and his jaw tightens with tension.
“I know you lost people.” My eyes go to his right arm which is a full sleeve tattoo filled with skulls and names next to each one.
“But you can’t remain there, Oak. A life stuck in the past isn’t a life at all. ”
“I’m trying, I’m trying so fucking hard.”
“I know you are and you don’t know how proud I am of you. But I need you to figure out what you really want, Oak. A life in the past or a life with me.”