15. Grady
15
GRADY
Elliot looks nervous as he steps out of his car, and I instantly miss the man who kissed me in the elevator. It’s like there are these moments where Elliot takes what he wants, where he’s present and commanding, but then that man slips away.
I want Elliot to feel like he can always be that confident with me. He can ask for what he needs. He can take anything he wants from me—I’ll freely give it.
“Nice place.”
“Thanks,” I bite back a smile at his forced casual tone. “I like it well enough. The neighborhood’s been a little quiet for my taste, though.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” I reach for him, twisting my fingers into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. “I think they just need something to talk about.”
“Like wha?—”
I cut him off with a kiss, spinning us until his back is pressed against my front door. Elliot squeaks into my mouth, his hands fluttering through the air around us as if he isn’t sure where he’s allowed to place them. After a moment, he gives in to the kiss, sliding his fingers into my hair as his body molds against mine. With him pressed flush against me, I can feel the tension sitting in his muscles, and I don’t like it.
“What’s the matter, Princess?”
Elliot bites back a moan when my teeth scrape against the base of his throat as his hips unconsciously rock into mine. “People could see us .”
“Maybe I want people to see us,” I lean back, pressing one knuckle against the underside of his chin until he’s looking into my eyes. “Maybe I want all my neighbors to see how much of a desperate little slut you are. Can’t even get the door open before you’re dry-humping my leg. It’s pathetic.”
It doesn’t matter that none of that is true, Elliot’s eyes droop closed, and he grinds his hips against me with a slight whine. I take the opportunity to kiss him again, reveling in how responsive he is to every touch.
I maneuver us enough to open the front door, and then we’re stumbling inside. Elliot yelps when I lift him over my shoulder, his protests making me smile. I carry him through the living room, kicking open the door to my bedroom.
My room isn’t anything too fancy, but it serves its purpose. The massive king bed dominates most of the space, but I have a small nightstand on either side of the mattress and a bench at the end of the bed. There’s a walk-in closet and en suite bathroom to the right and several windows behind the blackout curtains on the left. The walls are bare except for a painting of some mountains above the headboard. I bought it from a local artist when I found out I was leaving Colorado for good, and it has hung above my bed since.
Elliot squirms against my shoulder, begging to be put down. I turn to close the bedroom door behind us, more for something to do than any need for privacy since I live alone. “What you seem to be missing, Princess, is that you’re my pretty little plaything, and I plan to treat you accordingly.”
I slap his ass to punctuate my point, and I’m surprised by the way Elliot groans in response. He waits patiently for me to move him off my shoulder, and the moment he’s on the ground in front of me, I can see the deep red flush covering his cheeks.
“Elliot?” I wait for him to look at me, the nerves clear in every line of his face. “You’re the one in control here,” I remind him, running my thumb along the heated skin of his cheekbone. “We can use the stoplight system again if you’re comfortable with that. You decide what is or isn’t for you. Even if we’re in the middle of doing something, you tell me that you want to stop, and we stop. No matter what.” He nods, but that isn’t enough for me. “Tell me you understand, Elliot.”
“We stop. No matter what.”
“Such a good little fucktoy.” The words slip out without me intending to say them, but Elliot melts into my touch in response. “Do you want to change into your little outfit before or after we talk about what we’re doing tonight?”
Elliot’s eyes open, his gaze meeting mine with that same determination I’m learning means he’s about to say something that will bring me to my knees. “I’m already wearing it.” He takes a step closer to me, pressing his chest into mine as his head tips back to look me directly in the eyes. “Do you want to see?”
This is my favorite version of Elliot. The one where he confidently asks me if I want to see his special silk underwear—the ones he bought specifically for tonight. “There’s nothing I would like more.” I run my finger along his bottom lip, smiling when he swallows audibly. “But maybe we need to discuss what you want to do first.” Hesitation creeps into his eyes, and I grab his chin to keep his focus on me. “I don’t think I’ll be able to have this conversation if you’re not wearing any clothes.”
“Okay,” Elliot’s mouth rounds as he murmurs the word, and I desperately want to press my finger between his lips. “I was kind of thinking, uh,” Elliot clears his throat, and it doesn’t escape my notice that he isn’t looking at me anymore.
“Look at me when you ask for something, Elliot.”
“Spanking,” he breathes out the word when his eyes meet mine, and I feel him release all the tension in his body. “I want to start with spanking. But I still want the other stuff. The, uh, slut , stuff. I want more of that, too.”
“More verbal degradation,” I nod, saying the words he can’t seem to. “And you want me to spank you with just my hand?” He nods, and I swear it’s like he’s speaking my fantasies into existence. “Where are you comfortable with me hitting you?”
“Anywhere?”
It’s clearly a question, and I give him an encouraging smile. “I’m going to help you with this one. Even though it’s just my hand, there will be places you don’t want to be hit, and that’s okay. With any kind of impact play, your lower back and abdomen are a hard no. The same goes for your head and neck. If you want me to slap your face, I can, but that’s a soft limit for me, so we’ll have to talk about it at length beforehand. Also, smacking your feet is a hard limit for me. Do you know what hard and soft limits are?”
“Yes.”
“What are they?”
Elliot looks like he’s trying not to roll his eyes, but I need to make sure he’s actually aware of what I’m saying. “Soft limits are things you prefer not to do but are willing to consider under certain circumstances. Hard limits are something you will not ever do.”
“Very good, Princess.” He looks much more confident than I had expected, and I feel pride swell in my chest. “Now, I’m going to ask you again. Where are you comfortable with me hitting you?”
“I think just my ass for now?” He pauses, seeming to consider something before he adds, “And the backs of my thighs, if that’s...if you’re okay with that?”
“I’m good with both of those places,” I agree. He shivers when my fingers brush against his throat but doesn’t pull away. “Are you okay with me leaving marks on your skin?”
“Yes.”
My hand drags down his chest, drawing small patterns against his shirt as I speak. “I’m going to warm you up with softer hits, then we’ll get into the heavier stuff. You can say yellow or red at any point, and I will react accordingly. I will also check in with you throughout and I require a response every time. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any questions for me?”
“No, just,” he sighs, a pinched look returning to his face. “Be careful with your shoulder. I should have thought about that earlier.”
His concern for my well-being draws me up short. I know my recovery is currently his job, but I hadn’t expected him to be thinking of that right now. “I’ll be careful.”
“Thank you.”
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“Then I have two more questions before we start.” I grab his hand, directing us toward the bench at the end of my bed. “What kind of aftercare do you want?”
“Oh,” Elliot frowns as he sits beside me on the bench. “I don’t know.”
I nod, remembering that I owe him an apology. “That’s partially my fault. We didn’t do any aftercare last time, and you ended up having a panic attack. I will not do that again, and I’m sorry I allowed it to happen the first time.”
“That wasn’t what happened,” he argues, but I give him a soft smile before returning to the conversation.
“We’ll just plan to take aftercare one step at a time, and you can tell me if you need anything.”
“I will tell you if I need anything.” Elliot’s eyes are locked on my mouth as he repeats his understanding without me having to ask for it. “What was your other question?”
I intentionally left this question for last because I’m afraid of what he’ll say. We haven’t talked about what Elliot wants from this experience, but we need to before I touch him again. If he decides this is purely for emotional release, then that is what we’ll do, but I can’t help the little voice in my head begging him to want more. I want to spank him until he cries, then fuck the pain away. I want him riding my dick with that pretty pink ass, and I want him to want it too.
“A lot of the time,” I start, knowing I can’t put it off any longer. “Scenes like this, where one person is being spanked, are not necessarily sexual in nature. They’re more about the emotional release than a physical one.”
Elliot gives me a strange look. “Was there a question in that?”
“Yes, you little shit,” I pinch his thigh where it’s pressed against mine, and Elliot jerks away from me with a laugh. “I don’t want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable, so if this is not sexual, then?—”
“Oh, no,” Elliot raises a hand to physically stop me from talking. “This is definitely sexual. I want to end up on that massive cock again. Please.”
He adds the last word almost as an afterthought, and I try to bite back my smile. “Any questions?”
“No.”
“Then I think you have something to show me, Princess.”
It takes a moment for Elliot to realize what I’m talking about, but then he’s off the bench like a shot, toeing off his shoes and pulling his t-shirt over his head. I see several soft scars along his right shoulder that I hadn’t noticed the other day and realize they must be from the car accident he mentioned.
Elliot shimmies the jeans off his hips, and I lose all interest in the scars at the sight of him. He’s standing there in nothing but the tiny, dark green silk briefs, complete with a white bow right above his hardening cock.
“Elliot.” I breathe his name, unable to come up with anything else to say.
“You like them?”
All words have vacated my brain. Nothing is going on up there except a resounding chant of Elliot’s name, but I manage to nod. He shifts his weight, and I reach for him, pulling him forward until he’s standing between my spread knees. I soak in Elliot’s moans as my lips run along the bare skin of his chest, loving how much louder he gets when my hands brush over his ass.
“You gonna bend over for me, Princess?” I ask between kisses to his chest and abdomen. “Be my good little whore, and let me spank you until you beg for me?”
“ JesusfuckingChrist. ” Elliot nods quickly, his wide eyes locked on my face. “Yes, please.”
I slide my fingers into the front of his underwear. They’re not the best quality in the world, and I wonder if Elliot would like a nicer pair. Or several pairs? Maybe he always wants to be in soft, silky underwear. I could buy them, if money is the only thing stopping him from living this dream. It would be unfair of me to withhold that from him.
Using the two fingers still resting in the top of his underwear, I pull Elliot toward me for a long kiss. “Underwear on or off?”
“Off,” he sighs, shifting to lay his torso across my lap. “Please.”
“I like when you say please,” I admit, sliding the silk bottoms over his ass. I leave them above his knees, tapping the inside of his thigh with two fingers. “Don’t let your pretty little underwear fall any lower than this.”
Elliot nods, his face still turned toward me over his shoulder.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” he turns forward again, taking a deep breath. “Green.”
I smile at his back, running my fingers along his spine with my left hand while my right rubs gentle circles against his ass. I give him a light slap, nothing more than a tap, and I see Elliot’s shoulders tense in response. “You need to relax for me, Princess.”
Elliot nods, his forehead rubbing against the bench seat. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Yes, you can,” I agree, continuing the gentle motion of my fingers against his ass. Without warning, I give him another gentle smack. Elliot lets out a long breath, and the moment he hits the bottom of his exhale, I spank him again. He groans, pressing his ass into my palm after that slightly harder sting.
“How are you feeling, Elliot?”
“Good. Great. Green.”
I try to hide my laughter, but he must feel it rumbling through my chest. He gives me a narrow-eyed look over his shoulder but doesn’t say anything. I spank him a few more times, alternating between his ass and thighs, keeping the hits light enough not to hurt, but hard enough to draw his blood to the surface.
After a particularly well-placed smack right on the junction between his ass and thigh, Elliot groans deep in his chest.
“How do you feel, Princess?”
“More,” he begs, pressing his ass back against my palm. “I need more, Grady.”
That’s exactly how I expect him to feel now that he’s warmed up enough that heat radiates off his skin. “Tell me if it gets to be too much, Elliot.”
He nods again, but I’m too focused on the gentle arch of his back to demand he give me a verbal answer. Elliot takes several more spanks before his hips start to grind against my thigh, his cock brushing my pants with every desperate movement.
My hand drifts along the reddened flesh of his ass, and Elliot lets out a soft whine. “Grady.”
“What’s the matter, Princess?”
“I want to come.”
“So fucking needy, my little slut,” I shift, and Elliot sucks in a breath when my cock drags against his abdomen. Reaching behind me, I grab the bottle of lube from the space between the bench and the foot of the bed. I have never appreciated past me more than I do in this moment. “How should I make you come, Princess?”
“I need more.”
“More what?” My eyebrows pinch together, and I lean to the side to see Elliot’s face when he doesn’t answer. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes have a glassy look to them that I don’t love. “Hey, give me a color.”
“Green,” he assures me, his gaze meeting mine. His pupils are blown wide, but he looks more desperate than lost. “I just need more . I think, uh, yeah. Yeah, I need more pain.”
I’m not sure what surprises me more, the fact that he’s directly asking for what he wants or that what he wants is more pain. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, and,” he takes a deep breath, his cheeks turning an even darker shade of red. “I want more of the, uh, you know.”
“I don’t know,” I prompt him. If he wants it, he has to ask for it.
Elliot sighs when my fingers run up the back of his thigh. “More talking to me,” he mumbles, quickly turning to bury his face against the bench. “Please.”
That isn’t quite what I was looking for, but I know that was a lot for him. I need to be careful with Elliot while he’s still getting used to all of this. “Anything else I can do for my precious fucktoy?”
Laughter shakes his shoulders until my fingers brush against his asshole, then he’s moaning and writhing against my lap. I told Elliot I would be careful with my shoulder, but doing this part one handed would take far longer than I have the patience for, so I quickly coat the fingers of my left hand in lube before pressing my forearm against his lower back and sinking one finger into him. Elliot bucks off my lap, a sharp moan on his lips, and I give him a quick spank with my right hand.
“Stay still,” I grunt, ignoring the ache that radiates through my shoulder from his initial movement. “Or I’ll be forced to tie you down like the desperate little slut you’re turning out to be.”
My hand cracks against his ass again, the sting spreading through my fingers as Elliot moans. I give him four more hard smacks before adding a second finger to his ass. “Give me a color, Princess.”
“Green, please.” Elliot pushes back to meet my fingers, his hips grinding against my thigh as he makes the most beautiful sounds. He takes another five progressively harder spanks before I start to check in again, but he beats me to it.
“Grady,” he whines my name, pushing himself up on the bench until he’s looking at me over his shoulder. Tears are welling in his eyes, but he keeps grinding his hips back and forth. “I need to come. Now.”
“Oh, you need it, do you?” My fingers continue their slow slide in and out of him as we stare each other down. “And what is my desperate little cumslut prepared to do to earn that orgasm?”
Elliot’s entire body is flushed, but he doesn’t look away from me when he says, “I’ll do anything.”
“Yes, you will. Take my cock out, Princess,” I shift, removing my fingers from his ass, much to the annoyance of both of us. Elliot moves quickly, straddling my thighs as he fumbles with the button on my jeans.
“C-can I?—”
He cuts himself off, and I reach up to grab his chin. Soft green eyes immediately meet my gaze, and I give him a serious look. “Can you what?”
“Maybe not right now, but could I maybe suck your dick sometime?”
Of all the things I thought he might be asking, sucking my dick wasn’t even on this list. My cock jumps so hard at the thought that Elliot feels it where his hands are still pressed against my zipper. He gives me a soft smile, and I want to burn that look into my memory. “You can suck my dick any time you want, Elliot.”
“Okay,” he breathes, leaning forward just enough to brush our lips together. The kiss feels like it’s over before it begins, and I can’t figure out why that’s so disappointing before Elliot’s hand brushes against my dick.
“Fuck,” I hiss, grabbing his hips so I don’t accidentally tip him off my lap. Elliot reaches for the lube, making quick work of covering his hand before he rubs it over my exposed cock.
“I want you like this,” he mumbles, his words coming out so fast some of them seem to run together. “I want to face you this time.”
“Yeah, we can?—”
“Now,” he groans, grabbing at my hips as he lifts up on his knees. “Now, now, now.”
“Slow down, Princess.”
“No,” he shakes his head, shuffling forward until he’s lined up over my cock. “I need you to fuck me in half, or I might die.”
“You’d die if I fucked you in half.”
“Grady,” he gasps my name, as the head of my cock slips past the tight ring of muscle. “Oh, fuck, it’s so much.”
I can’t help but agree, though my mouth doesn’t seem to want to form the words. Elliot sinks down another inch, and we make similar sounds of appreciation.
“You like the stretch, don’t you, Princess? My pretty little cumslut likes the pain.”
“So much,” he agrees, shifting his hips to take another inch. “So much, Grady.”
Elliot bottoms out with a heavy sigh, his head lolling to the side as his eyes droop closed. “You falling asleep on my dick, little slut?”
His eyes snap open, a guilty look on his face. “No, s—uh. No.”
“I didn’t think so,” I lift my hips, grinding into him until his head falls back. “I thought you wanted to come, Princess.”
He nods, his mouth falling open when I lift his hips up just to drop him down again. “Yes, please.”
“Then what are you doing just sitting here?”
Elliot seems to take my words as a personal challenge, his hips immediately lifting off my lap. He starts to fuck himself in earnest, his head tipped back as his hips smack against mine with each drop. I watch his timing, my fingers digging into his hip bones as he fucks himself on my cock.
“You take my cock better than you should, Princess. Why is that? Is it all the time you spend fucking yourself while thinking of me? My desperate little slut, always so ready to take me deep in this perfect ass.”
I wait for him to lift up again before reaching around to slap his reddened asscheek. Elliot gasps as he sinks down on me, his entire body locking up as he comes.
“Elliot, what?—”
“Fuck, Grady. I’m sor?—”
“Did you just come untouched?” I know that he did. I’m looking at the evidence sprayed across my chest. Yet, somehow, I need him to say it before I believe it.
“I didn’t mean to, I swear.”
The panic in his voice pulls my eyes away from his cum on my shirt. “You did so well, Princess.”
Elliot stills, his eyes locked on mine. “I did?”
“You did,” I agree, running my hands up and down his arms. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Elliot. I only wish I’d taken my shirt off so I could wear your cum on my skin.”
“You,” Elliot pauses, his eyes tracing over the cum on my shirt. Then he starts moving his hips again, his body sliding up and down my cock with far more finesse than I would expect from someone who just came. It doesn’t escape my notice that he’s still mostly hard, just like last time.
“What kind of refractory period do you have, Elliot?”
“I’m not sure,” he groans when my cock slides against his prostate. “But I can definitely come again.”
“Fuck,” I reach behind my neck, dragging my shirt off and tossing it across the room. I shift my hips so he can take me that much deeper, smiling when he gasps my name again. “You better make me come first, Princess.”
“You gonna fill me up, Grady?” Elliot’s smirk nearly kills me, but his words do far worse. My heart pounds, my balls drawing up tight, and it takes everything in me not to come. He must see how much it affects me, because his fingers dig into my hair, dropping his forehead to mine. “We didn’t get to play last time. I woke up alone, with your cum dripping out of my ass, and all I could think was that I wanted you to fuck it back into me.”
“Elliot, shit,” I grip his ass, digging my fingers into the abused flesh as I lift us off the bench. Elliot yelps, his hands grabbing onto my shoulder and neck as I flip us until his back hits the mattress. With my knees on the bench, I have enough leverage to tilt his hips as I fuck into him.
“Grady,” he gasps, eyes wide as I nail his prostate over and over. “Grady, please.”
“You gonna come for me, fucktoy?” I grind out, dragging my cock in and out of him. “Are you such a sloppy little slut that you’re going to come before I do? Even though I told you not to?” I punctuate each word with a thrust, knowing I’m at the end of my ability to hold back my orgasm. I reach between our bodies, wrapping my hand around his dick. “You’re so fucking pathetic, coming on my cock like the desperate little cumslut you are.”
“Fuck!”
Elliot’s orgasm sends me over the edge. I know I’m saying something, but I have no idea what it is as I bury my face in his neck. He sags beneath me, head lolling to the side as he breathes through the last of his aftershocks. I pull out carefully, groaning when I see some of my cum spill out of him.
“I’m going to get us a towel, then we’re going to cuddle naked, and you’re going to like it.”
He snorts at my mock seriousness, giving me a half-assed thumbs up. I dart into the bathroom, shedding my jeans and underwear. I wet a washcloth and dig through the drawer until I find the salve I use after games to ease my bruises.
Elliot is almost asleep when I get back to bed, but I maneuver him onto his stomach without much protest. I take my time cleaning him up and rubbing the medicated lotion into his ass and thighs. He’s snoring before I finish, and I lift him onto my chest as I snuggle into the bed beside him.
“Grady?”
I turn to look down at him, surprised he’s awake again. “Yeah?”
“How are we going to do this on the road?”
His words are like a knife to my gut. We’re about to go on the road with the Cougars for the next three series. There’s no way I can go that long without getting my hands on him again, and it seems he feels the same way.
“I’ll figure it out,” I murmur, dropping a kiss to his forehead. “I promise.”