Emmalin
I hated this. This was doing nothing but putting a strain on our relationship. The door buzzed and I ran to it. Grayson put his hand up and I stopped. “It’s just Isabella.” He looked at the feed and nodded, and I sighed. “I told you.” A few minutes later, the elevator buzzed and Isabella walked through with Hawkins, and I couldn’t hide my excitement at seeing her. It’s been awhile.
“Hey. What’s with the sexy escort?”
I peered over her shoulder. “That’s Hawkins.”
She looked back at him. “Well, he can escort me anytime.”
I rolled my eyes, grabbing her hand, and led her to the kitchen.
“What’s going on? What’s with all the extra beefed-up security?”
“Oh, you know how Grayson is. How are things with you? It’s been weeks since I’ve heard from you?” I took out four wine glasses and a plate of cheese and fruit. She eyed me skeptically.
“Are we expecting more guests?”
I looked at the wine glasses and shrugged. “Just in case, you never know. So about you. Go.” She took the wine from me.
“Nothing new, all the same. Bunch of rich people.” She looked around behind her. “Really liking these new digs, Emmalin.” She looked around the kitchen. “Although I’m a bit disappointed Grayson didn’t let me decorate.”
I laughed. “For the record, I didn’t even know he got this. He got rid of Caliscades when I said we needed some time apart, and got this one as a do over.”
Her eyes grew big. “Okay, you’re the one that needs to talk.”
I sighed. “I’m done talking about me. Let’s just drink.”
She held up her glass. “I’ll drink to that.” We both laughed as Grayson came rushing into the room followed by Chace. I sat up straight in my chair.
Chace held his phone up. “You asked me to come; you said Grayson was acting weird?”
I glanced between Chace and Grayson. “Did I say weird? I meant to say there’s wine.” I gave my best guilty smile. Chace rolled his eyes and then realized Isabella was in the room. I gestured toward the chair next to her. “Sit, have a drink with us.” No one moved. Finally, Chace spoke.
“I didn’t know you would be here, otherwise I wouldn’t have come.”
I looked at both of them. “What is going on with you guys?”
“Emmalin, leave it alone. It’s their business, not ours.” Grayson gave me a pointed stare, and as much as I wanted to argue, he was right.
I looked at Isabella. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize this would be awkward.”
She smiled. “It’s fine. And it’s not. It’s fine.” Then, to Chace she said, “Would you like some wine?”
He tentatively stepped forward. “Sure. Thanks.” He reached for the bottle, pouring them both some.
The next two hours were spent with idle chatter. Mostly with us in one big room with Isabella and I talking together and Chace and Grayson talking together. Of course, I couldn’t help but notice the glances Chace gave her. There was something there, and when the time was right, I was hoping Isabella would talk to me about it.
Grayson had just gotten into bed with me, pulling me closer. “What do you think is going on with them?” I asked.
He sighed. “I don’t know.”
“They would be good together, right?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did it start off bad?”
He turned me around. “Babe? Men don’t really talk about that stuff. Whatever their shit is, they’ll figure it out, and if they don’t, they don’t.” He shifted on top of me. “Just like I’m still trying to figure you out.” He rested his forehead against mine, and I traced the line of his face and sighed.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, Emmalin. But it needs to stop. I see what it’s doing to you, and I don’t like it. You’re different.”
I cupped his face and whispered against his lips, “I’m still me, Grayson.”
His eyes darkened. “Stop lying to me. No, you’re not,” he said through gritted teeth. I stilled. I could feel his heartbeat beating wildly as he shut his eyes and tried to control his temper. I reached down and grabbed him between my fingers, and his eyes flew open as he grew hard in my hand.
“Focus on me, okay?”
He groaned as I moved my hand up and down. “Babe, your hand is on my dick. All my focus is going to be on you.” I smiled as he buried his head in my neck with a growl, nipping at my collar bone. I hissed as he bit down, then sucked hard at my neck. He was in a marking mood tonight.
“You still haven’t learned, have you?” he whispered in my ear. He eased up off of me. “Using sex as your weapon for a means of distraction.” He shifted back slightly. “And these.” I gasped as he ripped my panties off. Dammit. There goes another pair. He put his knee in between my legs as he moved back in place. “That’s two insubordinations tonight. Whatever shall your punishment be?” He thrust in to the hilt, and my eyes rolled back at the sensation. “Perhaps orgasm denial,” he whispered in my ear. My eyes shot open. He reached down and started rubbing my clit, as a wave of pleasure started to take over my body. He began thrusting faster, and right when I was about to fall over the edge, he stopped.
I whimpered as my orgasm that was right there fell back down the cliff. I was panting hard. “Grayson.”
He eased back slowly, his features hardening. “Hands above your head, on the headboard, and don’t you dare move them.” I quickly complied. His tone was hard and menacing. This was the same Grayson from Tesh. The domineering Grayson. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fear him in that very moment. He slowly traveled down the rest of my body, never taking his eyes off me. His fingertips lightly grazed my pussy. “You’re wet.” He continued his light touches, as my breathing picked up. My grip tightened around the headboard. He lazily slipped a finger in my opening. Then another. “But, I like you soaked,” he spoke gruffly.
My back arched as he latched onto my clit, sucking hard. The release I didn’t have from before started to gather in my core. My muscles started to tighten, and right when I was about to fall over the edge again, Grayson’s entire body left mine, leaving me empty once more. My eyes shot open.
“No! What are you doing?” I reached my hand down to try to give myself some relief but he caught my wrist. My eyes started to water. Grayson sat back, face completely blank. It’s like he was a completely different person.
“I told you not to move your hands. If I have to tie you up, then I will.” I jerked my hand from his. His eyes darkened at my sudden unwillingness. He moved off the bed to the closet. I watched his every move as he came back with leather bindings. What the hell? He was serious?
“Unless you’re planning to safeword me, Emmalin, lay back down, hands above your head.” He spoke calmly, yet I heard the threatening undertone, almost as if he dared me to safeword him. I knew I had a choice, and while I’ve never safeworded him ever, I knew I had a choice. I briefly weighed my options. He wasn’t physically hurting me. I wasn’t in danger. I was just frustrated and annoyed. I took a deep breath and slowly laid back down, raising my arms above me.
He walked over, lightly tracing my body. Even though I was pissed, I still craved his touch. I needed his touch. He climbed on top of me, molding his body into mine, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. My skin was tingling as his hands massaged up and down my body. “You belong to me,” he whispered in my ear. Soft moans escaped my lips. He shifted slightly, dragging his cock to tease my clit several times before finally inching into my entrance. I gasped at the sudden fullness. He was moving achingly slow. I needed more to get me there. I was almost to the edge, but not quite. “Grayson. Please,” I whimpered.
He silently chuckled. “Almost there, baby. You wanna come?”
I nodded and tried rocking my hips into him, but he pinned me down firmly. “Who owns your pleasure?” By now, I was panting hard as Grayson growled his desires.
“You do!” I wanted him to touch me harder. I wanted to touch him. Anything to help me find my satisfaction. I could feel him starting to swell inside me.
“Don’t you fucking come! Control it!” Tears started to fall down my face, and I began to shake, doing everything I could to hold it. Grayson thrust three more times before he found his release, and then he collapsed. I laid there, tears streaming, feeling conflicted. My hands were still gripping the headboard. I don’t even know what this was. It wasn’t love. It was an emotional abuse fuck, and for the first time since we’ve been together, I hated him for making me feel used and dirty. And mostly, like a whore. He didn’t hurt me physically, but he hurt me emotionally. He slowly moved off of me and headed toward the bathroom. He came back with a warm towel and gently wiped me down. Even after what just happened, he was being intimate. Too kind.
He got in bed, and I turned the opposite way. I heard him sigh. “Emmalin, look at me.” For once he wasn’t demanding. If anything, he sounded almost remorseful, if not a bit sad. I didn’t know if I had the right to be mad at him. I didn’t safeword him. Hell, I didn’t even know what any of that was all about, but I knew one thing. This place had other rooms, and tonight, I would be in one of them. I slowly sat up, making sure not to look at him. He stood up, and I felt him watching my every move, as I grabbed my robe, made my way out of our master bedroom, and headed for the guest bedroom that was the furthest away. He was on my heels when I stopped and slammed the door, making sure to click the lock in place.
I expected him to demand I open the door, or even break it down. He didn’t. My heart cracked, and I clutched the side table as a wave of nausea came over me. The heavy tears started to fall as I made my way to the bed. I broke us. I knew he was pissed. He knew I was keeping something from him, so everything was justified, but I didn’t know it would be at this extent. I just needed him to let me handle things on my own. I didn’t want Carson to ruin what Grayson worked so hard to make for himself. I’ll find a way to stop him. That was my promise. I’ll stop him before I go.
No sleep. Of course. I think some part of me was either expecting to wake up with Grayson in bed with me, or find out he somehow got me back in the master bedroom. Truth was, even pissed at him, I craved his touch.
I quietly opened the door and almost gasped. Grayson sat against the adjoining wall, knees to his chest, head down. I inwardly smiled because I knew he must’ve stayed there all night. I wanted to reach out and touch him, and talk, and maybe even tell him everything. Instead, I sighed and tiptoed past him to grab a change of clothes, and headed to the office.