17. amelia
17
AMELIA
T he blue morning sky had been hidden behind billowy clouds, pierced only by the rays of the rising sun that set the horizon ablaze. From the surrounding forests, mists had risen. It had still been crisp, but that would change in the next few hours.
What wouldn't change were the events of the previous night.
Three times. And with each time, it had become easier for Gray to let go, and for me as well. I had never made a secret of my wants, nor the fact that Gray awakened the desire to surrender in me. To let him take control. Discovering how he cared for me when I allowed it had knocked me off my feet.
Only for him to pick me up where he left me.
The previous night was not my first foray into a world of desire and pain, of power dynamics and testing boundaries. However, I have never felt as safe and protected as I did then. It started with Gray naturally demanding consent and ended with me being absolutely certain about every tiny detail, trusting he knew what he was doing.
This man had experience. And instead of wondering where he had gotten it and with whom, I found myself wondering if a thank-you card to those women would be the more appropriate gesture.
I couldn't suppress a grin as I leaned on the railing.
Clearly, he was carrying more than one secret because all week, Gray hadn't felt the need to tell me about his house—or show it to me. Which was almost criminal because the view from his terrace was so breathtaking, it felt like I was stuck in a dream. A damn good dream that triggered a whole cascade of happy feelings in me.
The chalet, made of wood, stone, and glass—he clearly had a penchant for this style of architecture—was nestled into the side of the mountain, offering miles of views. I could see the bridge and Wolf Creek. I also noticed the surrounding forests and the river peacefully flowing through the valley.
And when I turned around, I took in the living room decorated in shades of beige and gray. The centerpiece was the stone fireplace, closely followed by the wooden furniture. He probably had crafted them himself, and the two gigantic couches were bought to complement them perfectly. A blanket hung over the armchair, a bouquet of flowers stood on the table, and right next to the fireplace, slightly set back was a ceiling-high bookshelf.
Gray lived in his own personal paradise. And I wondered what it would be like to live with him.
I pictured nights shared, where my body fit perfectly against his. Followed by a slow morning before the rest of the day unfolded and the adventures we would experience running the bed-and-breakfast.
As far as I could see, he didn't even own a TV, which meant we’d spend every evening engaging in something deeply fulfilling for both of us. I pictured us cooking together, dancing in the kitchen like we had under the moonlight a few nights ago. How we'd sit together on the couch, each engrossed in our own book. Maybe I'd share with him scenes that quickened my pulse, leading to yet another night that involved more than just sleep. And then we'd repeat it all the next day…
My heart strangely tightened at the thought. I longed for just this kind of life, rather than the one I had left behind in Toronto. Clearly, I was in deeper than I cared to admit.
When Gray entered the living room, the first thing I noticed was the deep furrow between his eyebrows. He looked disturbed—but his gaze softened the moment he spotted me on his terrace. Right after, I melted at his sight once again.
I couldn't believe I had actually been intimate with him.
The resolve with which Gray now approached me already had my knees going weak again. Apparently, he hadn't bothered with dressing when he had gone searching for me. My gaze, once again, caught on the tattoos that covered almost every inch of his upper body.
Why did my brain always fail to function when he looked at me that way?
Without hesitation, he came up to me, placing his hands on the railing to either side of me. I automatically pressed against him, but at that moment, he pushed back, trapping me between him and the wood.
"When I woke up alone, I thought you had just disappeared," he told me in that irresistibly husky morning voice. A desire grew within me to kneel before him once more. Something about it gave me the urge to please Gray, to see how he slowly let go of his iron control and watch another side of him emerge.
"I'm not going anywhere," I replied before I could think about my choice of words. "And I didn't want to wake you just because I couldn't sleep."
"Usually, I'm the one with sleep issues," he observed, seemingly unable to believe he had slept longer than I had.
"Maybe I pushed you too hard last night."
He immediately diverted his gaze from the view over the valley and fixed it on me instead, raising an eyebrow. I could feel his arousal stirring. "Does it feel like I've worn myself out?"
Slowly, I tilted my head, reflecting the energy surrounding him. "No. But I might need to see for myself.”
"Turn around, sin." The way he used that newly found nickname made my heart clench.
"I think it's time to establish the very first rule," he continued, his hand reaching for my hair to toss it over my left shoulder, allowing him to press his mouth to the side of my neck.
As his stubble grazed my skin, a delicious shiver ran down my spine. Memories of last night ignited, causing me to close my eyes. Just for a second, until I remembered what he had whispered.
"Rule?" I gripped the railing tightly so I could press back against him with more force; feeling him so close made me even more comfortable.
"If you're raiding my wardrobe…" he began. His hands wrapped around my hips and his shirt—the one I was wearing—and pushed it up a bit, only to reveal that I had been too lazy to also put on a pair of his boxers. "… then you're giving up your right to object. You're mine—and I decide when and how I use you. Standing on my terrace in my shirt? I will absolutely fuck you against that railing and hear your sweet moans. "
He didn't give me time to brace myself mentally that he would put his rule into effect immediately. Instead, he took one hand from my hip, wrapped it around my neck, and bent me forward, making me nearly push myself onto his erection.
It had driven me wild last night and even now. I forgot how to breathe as he entered me slowly and fully, not missing any of those sensitive spots inside me he had come to know so well.
I contracted around him so tightly, causing him to twitch as my body reacted to him.
I was already liking his new rule—and if he thought I wouldn't use it to my advantage, he would be disappointed.
Each time Gray pulled me onto his cock, my backside pressed against his hips, reminding me that I was trapped between his body and the railing.
I gasped as his tip hit that certain spot, making me curl my toes from the overwhelming pleasure.
After last night, after the sex and our talks, after I had assured him I could handle what he was offering, he no longer used caution. As he fucked me, I felt not only the pleasure behind it and his desire to satisfy me but also his own craving—the urge to claim me and ensure I knew exactly who I belonged to.
In the haze of my desire, I recognized that it was already over for me—I would never be able to get close to another man without thinking of Gray. How could any other man satisfy me the way he did?
God, had anyone ever fallen in love with a cock and what it did to them? Was I the first one to feel this way?
His hand tightened around my neck suddenly before he pulled my head back, forcing me to arch. He roughly cupped my chin while my head rested on his shoulder, never breaking the rhythm that was taking me to new heights.
"You know where your attention should be," he growled. "Do I need to help you focus on me, hm? Or should I force you to speak your thoughts out loud?"
Not that I was capable of forming a coherent sentence. Gray seemed to be aware of this, too, as he moved his fingers toward my mouth, pressed them against my lips, and demanded entry.
"Maybe this will help you, sin." His rough tone made me clench around him. "Suck on them. Use your tongue. I need to feel your filthy mouth while I’m fucking my seed into you. Be a good girl, and let me use you the way you need it."
My vision blurred, and I couldn't help but twist slightly. The sensations he ignited within me were too intense. His thumb was directly on my clit, stimulating me in slow, circular movements while he kept his pace behind me, pushing me onto my tiptoes with each thrust. He slowed down a bit just to tease me further.
"Look at that. So pretty, coming all over my cock again."
How tempting it would be to wake up every morning to come all over his cock and feel every drop of his seed filling me up.
Gray withdrew his fingers, only to wrap his hand around my throat again. This time, he forced me forward over the railing. Adrenaline rushed through me at the same time as the orgasm he ruthlessly pulled from me, as if my body no longer belonged to me but merely obeyed his commands.
My moans were lost in the expanse of nature that surrounded us. His words were not.
"Now tell me whose dirty little free-use fuck doll you are."
I didn't need a second to think about it. Not a single one.
"Yours."
"Yeah? Is that right?" he growled and thrust hard into me again. "Tell me."
"I'm your dirty little…" My words trailed off. Instead, I had to hold onto the railing to keep from going insane. I had just come, but I could feel another orgasm already building inside me.
"Continue, sin. Or would you prefer I stop until you've found your words again?"
No. Fuck. "I'm your dirty little fuck doll. Yours only. To use whenever you want."
Not just when I was raiding his wardrobe. He wanted to see me on my knees during an outing? Shit, probably just one look from him was enough to send me down, ready to service him. He wanted me to touch myself all day but not come until he returned home? I'd probably end up begging him because the very thought was enough to send my pulse soaring.
"Yes, that's what you are. Now come for me so I can see how my seed clings to the inside of your thighs, mixed with all the desire you've kept hidden from me for the last week. Maybe I should punish you for that. Never hide from me again how wet my presence makes you, sin."
When he pulled me back into an upright position, this time, his mouth found mine. Combined with the rhythm, his words, and his thumb still working my clit, it was enough to make my knees give out.
Gray held me up and continued to fuck me until the high had ebbed away.