Chapter 31
CHAPTER 31
ELLE
T he full moon shone through the window and it seemed even brighter with the reflection off the lake. Parker had gone to Wyoming with Troy. All three of us thought it would be good for him to get away for the weekend and have fun with his dad.
We’d cooked and cleaned up supper together in silence. Parker’s declaration of love was weighing on me heavily. There was a very real possibility he wasn’t wrong but was I ready for that truth?
I couldn’t be sure.
I worked on Griff’s shoulder for a bit. His exercises, and the massages weren’t as effective as I’d hoped they’d be, but he was getting some relief so for now that would have to do.
Once I was done Griff eyed me from across the table and though I’d successfully evaded his gaze as much as I could all night I could feel the atmosphere in the room shifting, he was getting closer to the end of his rope. He let out a heavy sigh and my whole body tensed.
This was the problem with having a man around that perceived you in a whole new light. Not much slipped past him. “You’ve been mighty quiet tonight. Something on your mind?”
I gave a slight shake of my head and proceeded to scratch at the wood grain of the table to try to look occupied. “Nothing.” I chanced a glance up at him.
He furrowed his brow. “And you expect me to believe that?”
I didn’t expect him to. I needed him to, at least until I had the chance to sift through my own thoughts and feelings.
I stood. “It’s nothing, Griff. Do you want some tea?”
“Are you upset because Parker’s gone?”
“You know it always gets to me.” That wasn’t a yes and it wasn’t a no. Maybe we could just leave it at that.
The corner of his lips turned up. “Or is it something else to do with Parker…”
I shot him a glance.
He pushed himself up from the table and leaned over bracing himself on his hands. “Oh, I saw that flicker in your eyes, I’m getting warmer. Something he said?”
“I’m having chamomile, do you want some?”
“Oh I want something that’s for sure. Come here.”
“Let me just get the kettle on.”
“Elle. Come here.” He looked more devious than I’d ever seen before, menacing almost, at least that’s how it would have appeared if I hadn’t come to know him so well. When I rounded the table to him he grabbed my hips and pulled me close, rested his forehead on my stomach in a move that was surprisingly gentle compared to what I’d anticipated. After a few moments he pulled back “I’ve done all the nudging I’m going to do for tonight. Your resistance speaks volumes. But know this,” he said, lifting my t-shirt enough to press a kiss to my bare skin sending a shiver of desire through me, “you will be vulnerable with me tonight one way or another. It’s clear it won’t be emotional.”
My heart sank. Why was I doing this? I didn’t want to hold back. More than anything I wanted to be ready to speak the feelings that were swirling within me into reality. “Griff, I–”
“Not now.” He rose from his chair, hands still on my hips and spun me around “Get to the room.” He leaned over my shoulder and in a deliciously gruff tone, whispered in my ear, “I’ve got plans for us.” His large hands snaked up my waist and cupped my breasts. Griff’s big hands engulfed them and I leaned back into him, too incapacitated by his touch to remember his order. “Move.”
I did as he said and we walked, somewhat awkwardly out of the kitchen, the space between us never increasing more than an inch on the way to his room. He let go of me, and I stood there in the middle unsure of what to do with myself. Griff walked over to the chair he had in the corner of his room and sat down. “Strip.”
I sucked in a breath, my cheeks flushing in an instant.
“Now’s not the time to be coy, woman. You’re mine and I think you need a reminder of that. Now be a good girl, and do as you are told.”
His use of the word ‘mine’ echoed through my mind until it was all I could hear. I wanted more than anything to be his. Completely. Without any pause or hesitation, this was my opportunity to prove that to him. At least in the way I was capable of.
I pulled my phone from my pocket, put on some music, and slipped the elastic band from my hair, shaking it loose, and allowing it to fall around my shoulders.
If a show is what he wanted he was going to get one. Bending over I flipped it and ran my hand down my body. Griff licked his bottom lip and I took a few steps closer to him, popping the button on my jeans open. “I only have one rule.”
“And what might that be?”
I hooked my thumbs in my waistband sauntering over to him before turning and lowering my pants as I bent over to step out of them while giving him a close view of my ass in the barely there panties I’d chosen earlier with the thought that we might end our night in the bedroom.
Griff groaned and brushed his fingers over the dampening gusset.
“No, no, no,” I said, spinning away. “The rule is you can look but you can’t touch.”
His dangerous smirk settled over his features and he leaned back in the chair lifting his hands in surrender.
“Aren’t you just full of surprises?”
I swayed to the music enjoying the way his eyes traced over my entire body as I stripped away the rest of my layers, baring all to him.
“Stand up,” I said, my voice almost unrecognizable, but he did as I asked. My heart raced, and I hoped my hands wouldn’t shake as much as I expected them to. Reaching up I pulled open his shirt, and lifted his hands to pull open the snaps at his wrists. I ran my hands over his bare chest, it was warm under my touch, as he shrugged the rest of the way out of his shirt and it landed on the floor.
“So you can touch me but I can’t touch you?”
Letting my hands drop to his belt buckle I popped it open, and undid the button, before reaching for the zipper. “Is that a problem?”
“You’ll pay for this.”
I arched my brow, and let my eyes trail down his body, until they reached the outline in his jeans. Before I could run my hand over his confined cock, he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. Crossing the short distance to the bed, he dropped me on it and walked to the closet.
“Hey! I said no touching!”
“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t do it again.” He said as he came back to the bed with two ties in his hands. “You were only supposed to strip, not toy with me.” He tossed them on the bed and I looked over at them in anticipation suddenly unconcerned by my own quest for dominance.”
“Spread your legs.”
I did as I was told without hesitation.
“Since I’m not allowed to touch you.”
An ‘o’ formed on my lips.
“Your rules, remember?”
I silently cursed myself. Unsure where he was going with this and more than a little curious about the ties discarded next to me.
“You’re going to touch yourself until you realize what a terrible mistake you’ve made, understood?”
I sucked in a breath. He wanted me to do what? “Griff, I can’t.”
“No, you’ve used up your free pass tonight already. You didn’t want to make yourself vulnerable to me emotionally now you’re going to touch that pussy while I watch. Hand between your legs.”
His tone told me this was non-negotiable. This was totally out of my usual comfort zone, then again, what hadn’t been with him and I’d enjoyed everything else. His tone told me this was non-negotiable. I ran my hand down my body and when my fingertips grazed my clit and he bit his lower lip I felt instantly super-charged.
“Thata girl.”
I circled my fingers around, my eyes locked on his.
“I can’t hear how good it feels. It does feel good, doesn’t it?”
“It would feel better if it were your fingers instead of mine.”
“I’m playing your game. Don’t you like it?”
I shook my head, but I didn’t stop touching and a small moan escaped my lips. He didn’t have a single finger on my body but the way his eyes were violating me sent thrills cascading through me.
“There’s one way to get me to help.”
I squirmed underneath my own touch as his gaze pressed into me. His eyes flitting between mine and me working away at my exposed pussy.
“What?”
“Beg me.”
“Please touch me.”
“More. Tell me what you need me to do to you.”
“Touch me. Please touch me.”
He hovered his hand over me and I pulled mine away for him to take over, only, he didn’t. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
My fingers found their way back to my clit and continued elevating the growing frenzy within me. I needed him to touch me more in that moment than I ever had before.
“Dip them inside.”
I did, pulling back my now soaked finger tips. He bent down. His head was hovering between my thighs. His hot breath fanning over my most sensitive parts. “Put them in my mouth.”
I lifted them and he sucked away all of the wetness. Leaving only the slight sheen of saliva on them.
“Fuck, I swear you get more delicious with each passing day.”
“Griff if you don’t fuck me right now. I swear to god.” My tether had snapped and the words came out more hot and desperate than I thought I was capable of.
He smiled broader than I’d ever seen before. I wanted to slap it off his face. He was enjoying this way too much.
“Griff,” I panted out. My fingers, still obeying his orders.
He laughed. “Okay. Okay, that’s enough.” I pulled my hand away.
“Arms up.” He knelt on the bed, and I considered not listening because I was still kind of worked up over that smile. “Channelle.” He growled and I raised my arms.
Gently he wrapped the silk ties around my wrists and tied each one to the headboard. “Pull all you want, you’ll never get out.” His evil grin made a shiver run down my spine, but he winked and any brief moment of hesitation flitted away.
“You can only say four words, understand?”
“Which ones?”
“Harder, softer, slower, faster.” He held up one finger with every word, and then wiggled his fingers.
“What happens if I say something else?”
“Then I stop.” His voice lowered and goosebumps skittered across my skin. “Agreed?”
“Agreed,” I whispered. Maybe I was crazy, but I wanted to know if he’d really stop, but I also wanted to see if I could actually do it.
“Do you have any idea how amazing you look laying here like this for me?” It took everything in me not to say something, but I just watched him walk to the end of the bed.
My knees had fallen together. “Spread your legs. Don’t you dare hide anything from me anymore, am I making myself clear?” He growled, and I did as he said. “You're dripping wet. Do you want me that bad or did you just do that good of a job on yourself?”
“I want you so bad. So, so bad.” It wasn’t a surprise that a glance from this man could make me wet for him. But being here splayed out for him was an entirely new turn on I didn’t know I wanted. The way he watched me touch myself. Made me feed him a taste, and all around controlled me without even having to lift a finger drove me to the brink.
Griff reached out and I raised my hips in anticipation. “Someone’s a little impatient.”
“Someone’s taking their sweet ass time, that’s why.”
He let his hand hover over but he didn’t touch me, instead he took a step back from the end of the bed, and walked back to my side. “That’s strike one and your only warning. Four words. That’s all you’ve got.”
Damn it.
“Let’s try this again.” Bending over he trailed kisses down my neck, over my shoulder and to the swell of my breast. Griff pulled my nipple into his mouth with a firm tug that made me whimper, before he grazed his teeth over it. Rolling my lips together I wanted to say something to beg him for more but I definitely didn’t want him to stop. I arched my back hoping he’d realize how much I was enjoying it.
He opened his mouth wider and pulled my nipple with his teeth. “Harder,” I gasped and the vibration of Griff’s laugh was almost too much for me to handle. With a pop, he pulled away from my tit.
“You listened.” His kisses rewarded me, as they trailed down my body, laid on the bed, and put my legs over his shoulders. Oh god this man would be the death of me.
Being teased like this was nothing I’d ever wanted before. Griff had introduced me to a new world of sex, and I didn’t want it to ever end. Never in my wildest dreams, did I think I’d allow myself to be tied up, or have sex in the front seat of a truck but I was a new woman. A woman who was about to be eaten out, as punishment for teasing. I wasn’t about to argue the flaw in his methods.
The moment the warmth of his tongue made contact, it made me moan. Moaning was okay right? That wasn’t really talking so it shouldn’t count. I lifted my head to look at Griff but he didn’t seem concerned at the noise. Letting my head fall back to the pillow, my eyes fluttered closed and I waited for his next move. He lapped lightly at my pussy, this was not what I needed. “Harder.” I said through gritted teeth, and Griff changed the pressure instantly. Was he testing me? He would do something like that, but I was on to him.
He replaced his tongue with his fingers. “Faster,”came out of my mouth before I had time to process the euphoria of him touching me. “Slower,” I moaned as he pressed against my g-spot.
“That’s it, woman, you’re doing so good. I didn’t think you’d make it this far.” He chuckled and the vibrations against my clit made me roll my hips.
“Oh, my god.” As soon as it was out of my mouth, I groaned, and Griff pulled away, eliciting a hurt whimper from me.
“What a shame. You were so close to coming too,” He shook his head and I looked down at him, still between my legs.
“You’re a mean, mean man, do you know that?” I frowned and turned my head away from him. I tried to think of every sexy thing he’d ever done to me, just to prove I didn’t need him to make me come.
“I told you the rules, and you failed to follow them.” He stood at the end of the bed, and crossed his arms over his chest, dick pointing straight up and I knew he was aching just as bad as I was.
“But, you didn’t play fair. You did that thing with your fingers.” Finally looking at him, I glared my meanest stare.
“All’s fair in sex, babe.” He crawled up my body, and placed a quick kiss on my lips. I couldn’t even push him away because I was still tied up.
“What can I do to make it up to you?” I batted my eyelashes, smiling sweetly.
“I don’t know if you’ve listened well enough for us to continue.” He shook his head and trailed his hand down my body.
“Griff, please, that’s not fair,” I whimpered. A legit whimper, who the hell was I?
“I told you four words, you weren’t supposed to add ones of your own.” He stopped moving his hand and let it rest on my pussy.
“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll do better.” Pouting, I moved my leg to him and brushed against his very hard cock.“Griff please, I promise I’ll never make up my own words again. Pleeeaase.” Whimpering as he slowly, almost painfully dragged his cock around my pussy. “God Griff, I need you so bad.”
“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are when you beg?”
“No, I’ve, uh, oh, never.” I could barely speak. The entirety of my focus was on what I hoped he was about to do.
“Do you have any idea how hard it makes me watching you get flustered because you want me that bad? It would be a shame for me not to have you wrapped around me.” He laughed, the fucker laughed, as I waited under him. Every time he ran his cock over my clit I felt like I was going to catapult off the bed.
“Griff, please, please, I’m not going to survive this.” My voice was a full on whine now. I didn’t whine, I was the one that was the one who got things done, I didn’t beg. But here I was totally coming undone for this man. Without any warning he slid the tip of his cock into me and stopped.
My eyes rolled and then snapped back to him and I looked up into his smug, smirking face. “Should I stop?”
“I’ll cut you in your sleep if you stop now.” My eyes wide, and my voice menacing.
“Oh now she’s threatening me. I don’t think that’s part of my plan.” He began to pull backward and I wrapped my legs around his back. He wasn’t going anywhere. “You think your legs are strong enough to stop me?“
“No, I’m just hoping they’re strong enough to pull you into me.” I panted as I tightened my legs and tried to bring him toward me.
Thankfully I didn’t have to fight him too much, in one quick thrust he’d buried himself into me. “Ahh.” I cried out at the sudden fullness.
“You remember the words?”
“Faster.” I panted.
“Good girl,” he moaned as he began to move in and out of me. A strange wave of pride flowed through me at the sound of those two words. He was a genius, not a magician, no a sex god. He had me unravelling at the seams. I wanted to touch him, to wrap my arms around him but I couldn’t as he rocked my body one forceful thrust after another. Damn him for tying me to the bed posts.
But I wanted him to drive me right through the mattress if he could. “Harder.” I cried out. Griff had awakened something in me I’d hidden for years. I didn’t want tender loving sex, I needed primal, lust filled companionship from someone I felt totally comfortable with.
Griff allowed me to set aside being a mom, and a nurse who had to keep things running smoothly. He made it possible for me to be submissive, even if it was only in the confines of his room. I didn’t have to think, or do the work, he knew what I needed.
“Harder.” I begged again.
“I’m going to split you in two.” He moved his hand to my breast, and dug his fingers into the soft tissue. “Are you sure?”
I felt like his question was a trap. There was no way I was going to let him stop by saying the wrong word. Looking up into his amber eyes, filled with lust and teetering on the edge of combusting himself, I bit the corner of my lip, before I smirked. “Harder,” I huskily breathed out.
“Your wish is my command.” Wrapping my hands around the ties I pressed my head back into the mattress, and lifted my hips. Griff lifted me, supporting the weight of my lower body, and firmly held me in place as he railed into me.
My breathing seized, the world around me was a blur, my ears thundered with the beat of my heart as a wave of fire coursed through my body. A guttural groan left my mouth, as I shuttered with my climax. Gasping for breaths I convulsed again at the same time Griff froze and jerked, “Fuck, Chanelle.” He was so deep. Filling me with his hot cum.
My euphoria fell away in an instant.
There had been no crinkle of a wrapper. No barrier existed between us. He’d just fucked me raw and filled me and neither of us had even paused for a moment to consider doing otherwise.
He let his head fall back with a contented sigh. “That was incredible.”
Griff tugged at the ties on my wrists and my arms flopped down to the bed with a soft thud and rubbed the feeling back into my arms and whispered words to me, but I couldn’t make out anything he was saying. I was so weak from orgasm that not even the nagging panic about what we’d just done could interrupt me.
“Elle, are you alive?” He whispered against my ear, the hint of humor in his voice made me smile.
“Pretty sure you killed me,” I mumbled as I let my head fall to the side to look at him. His eyes sparkled and the grin on his face was infectious. “What are you smiling about?” I turned to him and nuzzled my body against his. I was beyond exhausted. My eyes fell closed, any hint of worry in me subsiding. He’d always been so deliberate. Why would I think this was anything less than? He warned me the day would come.
“No reason, I just can’t believe how happy I am. Life right now is perfect.” He trailed his fingers up and down my arm as I fought sleep. The man had taken everything from me tonight and I’d gladly given it. “I love you,” he whispered and I fought to open my eyes, to say it back to him but I drifted off in absolute bliss.