Chapter Grayson
GRAYSON
Finally, she let go. He’d been wondering what it would take. But he finally had her surrender. He tried not to feel too smug, but being perfectly honest with himself, he knew he’d never had a challenge like Alessandra.
“Tell me if anything hurts, alright?”
She nodded. He frowned. She was going to have to get used to answering him.
“Out loud, Miss Alessandra”
“I’ll tell you.”
He smiled against her neck as he kissed around the mark he’d made with his teeth.
She shuddered. Perfect. She was learning that answering him would lead to her pleasure.
And he would always make sure of it. The thought caught him off guard, but he brushed it away.
Now wasn’t for forever. Right now was just for her.
“Stand against the door, Alessandra. I need you to hold yourself up.”
He waited while she straightened her legs and leaned forward against the door.
His button-down had to go, he determined, and walked just over to the couch to lay it over the armrest, leaving him in his navy sleeveless tank.
When he turned around, Lexi was still against the door, but half turned around towards him with heavy eyes.
That waiting look was in those gorgeous brown eyes again. He fucking loved it.
“Face the door for me?”
“‘Kay.” She spun around quickly.
He grinned. His Lexi was a fast learner.
That deserved a reward. One hand cupped the back of her neck, squeezing and releasing, while the other slid his phone out of its pocket to order a quick delivery of cheesecake; the assortment platter.
She was still a little too thin, and he thought she’d enjoy it.
Once he was finished with her. He was careful, but thorough as he continued to massage her neck, using both hands.
He knew if he used too much pressure or hit a painful spot, it could launch her adrenaline. While that could be fun to play with later, he was after a different response tonight. Thumbs dug into the solid cords between her shoulder blades, and she sucked in a breath. He gentled his touch.
“Are you tense, Miss Alessandra?”
“Not right now.”
Her muscles were telling him a different story, but as long as her mental state was relaxed, he’d accept it.
“Good.” Grayson added soft kisses to her shoulders as he massaged lower down her back. Tracing small circles down next to her spine, he waited until her breathing was leveled out again.
“Are you going to fight me, Miss Alessandra?”
He could literally feel her attention snap into focus, even though her eyes remained closed and her posture stayed relaxed. She didn’t answer at first, so he stopped massaging to gently rest his hands on her shoulders.
“No.”
She no longer sounded drunk. So he’d try again.
He shifted forward and aligned his body up against hers.
He took one wrist in each hand and stretched her arms above her against the door.
What he wouldn’t give for some restraints right now.
But he wasn’t sure she was ready for that.
Couldn’t be sure yet how far her claustrophobia went.
He pulled until her arms were fully extended.
“Up,” was all he said, and she lifted gracefully up on tiptoe.
He pulled just a little harder, until he was almost lifting her.
She needed to get used to him being in control.
If absolutely nothing else, then at least of her body when they were together.
In one motion, he released her wrists to grasp her by the ribs and lift.
After one quick, surprised inhale, she relaxed again.
He waited a moment as she dangled in front of him, his shoulders and biceps straining a bit.
“Am I going to hurt you, Miss Alessandra?”
“No.”
The response was faster; her tone relaxed.
Good. He set her down and continued the massage.
He gave each arm specific attention. God knew how much she’d overworked them painting and doing the manual labor at the gym, not even including her own training or workouts.
He stretched as he massaged, all the way from shoulder to fingertips.
“Do you like this, Miss Alessandra?”
“Yes.”
Her voice was sleepy now. Grayson decided he liked it. Maybe instead of going downstairs after dinner, they would stay up here and she could sleep. He smirked. If he wore her out enough. It was time.
“Who is in charge here, Miss Alessandra?” he asked, using his Dom voice. It echoed slightly off the walls in the oversize room, but she didn’t jump.
“You are.” She was quiet, but there was no hesitation.
“I am what?” The more she said it, the more she would believe it, and the more it would be true.
“You’re in charge.”
“Yes. I am.” He took his hands from her back to encircle her neck, and she stayed relaxed. Perfect. Although her heartbeat kicked up when he squeezed, she didn’t move a muscle. Grayson was painfully hard. He ignored it.
Exploring the rest of her, he used her breath and the smallest of muscle movements to determine where she was most sensitive. The tops of her breasts more than the underside; the inner curve at the top of her hip bones; just underneath her ass cheeks instead of at their fullest.
“Turn around please.”
Lexi went to turn and he stopped her by her shoulders, wanting just one more taste. He bit harder than the first time, his own lust riding to the surface. She called out, just a hoarse exclamation as her knees gave way.