“How?”
He squeezed me closer to him. “That’s not for you to know.”
I was quiet again. Even though it was probably around noon, the blackout curtains in our bedroom always made it seem like night. I picked my head up off his chest and looked at him. “When?”
He looked at me and sighed before placing my head back on his chest. “Also not for you to know about. You’re safe. Just how you should be. You’re in my arms, also how you should be, the only problem being you’re not naked.” He pulled me up so I straddled him and lifted my shirt off.
With quick work, my bra was gone. He moved so he was sitting up, and guided his hand to the back of my neck, bringing my face to his. He nipped the bottom of my lip, before swiping his tongue over my lip. I reached up to where his hand was and brought it down to the front of my neck, and he paused.
“Claim me,” I whispered.
He studied me closely. “Claim me, Grayson. Make me not scared anymore. Claim me completely.” I watched as his eyes darkened at what I was saying. What I was asking him. I had always feared anything relating to neck play. I was always choked when I was being raped as a child, and I feared it. The first time Grayson put his hands on my neck, I froze and shut down on him. Now, I was asking him to take my fear away completely. His hand tightened, and my eyes didn’t waver from his. I felt my pulse quicken slightly. He leaned down and tugged a nipple into his mouth as he applied a little more pressure, and I moaned.
He suddenly flipped me over, and I was laying on my stomach. He pulled off the rest of my clothes and climbed up behind me. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I whispered.
“Who do you come for?”
I shivered as he trailed a line down my spine. “Only you.”
He toyed with my entrance, which had me purring. “And who makes you this wet, Emmalin? Who makes you so fucking wet and makes you come so fucking hard?” I moaned as he thrust three fingers in, fucking me relentlessly. I grabbed the sheets, clenching at them hard. “I can feel your cunt tightening on me, begging for me to let you come. Is that what you want to do? To come?”
I was panting hard. I felt my core starting to clench down. “Yes,” I yelled out. His thrusting slowed, and I started to panic that he was going to do his orgasm denial again.
“Shhh, not yet. Don’t worry, I need you to hold on just a few more minutes. I promise, I’ll let you come. I’ll let you come as many times as you want.” I nodded, still gripping the sheets. I was trembling, and a light sheen of sweat had broken out on my skin. “You are so fucking beautiful when you submit to me. Even more beautiful, now that you’ve submitted to me fully.” I arched my back, wanting to feel more of his touch, and he smirked as he swatted my ass, which did nothing but make me beg for more.
“Patience, my vixen. Patience.” He swatted my ass a few more times. “Stay in this position. Don’t move; I mean it.” He moved off the bed and went into the closet. I was so primed up, I swear I could come if I breathed a certain way.
He finally came back, lightly grazed my clit with his fingertips, and I jumped. He held me down by the small of my back. “What do you want?” he whispered in my ear, as he slipped two fingers in, gliding over that sweet spot deep inside of me that had me seeing stars.
“I want you to own me, claim me. All of me.”
“What else?”
“I want you to fuck me like you mean it. I want you to fuck me like your dirty little slut.” I gasped at the words that fell out of my mouth.
Grayson growled. “Shit, Emmalin, I am so fucking hard right now, and hearing you say that almost made me come. Fuck almighty, the things you do to me.”
He shifted slightly. I was so wet that I could feel it trail down my thighs. He ripped the crotch of my panties off, and bunched the rest of the material further up my hips. He gathered more wetness from my entrance, and slowly used it to tease the puckered hole of my ass. I stilled, and his grip on my hips tightened. “Relax baby, I know we’ve never done this, but I’m claiming you. All of you.” I tensed as his finger pushed past the resistance. He reached around with his other hand and began circling my clit, which distracted me, and I found myself pushing back, wanting more. Just when I was starting to get used to it, he inserted another digit. The sensation was different. Fuller.
“You’re doing beautifully. So fucking beautiful,” he murmured against my neck. I felt him align himself at my entrance and push in slowly, and I started to see stars. With his fingers fucking my ass, and now him fucking me, my body couldn’t process fast enough what was going on. “I need to feel you squeezing me, love.” His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit, then he pushed into me as far as he could and stilled as I came around him. I buried my face in the sheets, screaming, as the waves of pleasure overtook me.
“Fuck, baby, you gripped me so hard. Your pussy is dripping down my balls. It’s such a beautiful sight. It took a lot of restraint to not come with you just now.”
I lightly laughed, still gripping the sheets. My body was soaked in sweat. “I think you’re trying to torture me with all these new sensations.” My body was so tingly and never felt so alive.
He chuckled. “I was hoping you would say that. I felt him ease his fingers from my ass, and immediately felt the coolness of a substance hit afterwards. I turned my head to see what he was doing. “Turn around. I told you I wanted you in one position.” I quickly complied, getting anxious. He shifted again, and the head of his dick slowly inched its way into my puckered hole, and I immediately tensed.
“I need you to relax for me.”
My breathing had picked up, and I started to panic. “That’s easy for you to say, your body doesn’t feel like it’s being ripped.”
He kissed my shoulder, inching forward again, and I felt myself start to crawl up the bed, trying to get away, when his grip tightened on my hips. “It’ll only hurt if you make it hurt, but I’m claiming you. All of you. You’re controlling this, Emmalin.”
He was right, I was controlling this. I relaxed a little as he inched in again. I bit down on my bottom lip. “Almost there, baby.” And finally, he bottomed out. He stilled, giving me time to stretch around him. His hands wandered over my body, plucking at my nipples, as he laid kisses down my back. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. So beautiful and perfect, and mine. All mine. Completely and utterly mine.” He massaged my back. “You doing alright?”
I nodded. I was still biting my lip.
He chuckled. “Oh, baby, you forget how well I know you, and your body.” He started to move, and I gasped. He reached around, and I expected him to rub my clit, but I felt buzzing instead, and I jumped.
“Fuck, Grayson.” The sensation from the bullet against my clit, and his thrusting getting faster had me ready. The speed on the bullet sped up. He trailed a single line up my spine to the base of my neck, and moved my hair to one side, and his hand wrapped around my neck. Not in a threatening hold. But in a possessive hold. And I wasn’t scared. I fucking loved it. I loved every minute of it. I smiled at the pleasure; the bullet sending me over the edge as he pounded into my ass hard, before finally collapsing on top of me. I was his possession. I was his. I was officially claimed.
I walked around with a smile the rest of the day. I felt renewed for some reason. Different. If I was addicted to Grayson before, I was a straight up addict now. He actually had to tell me no for sex at some point because we had to get the place ready for Noah and Abby’s arrival. Didn’t mean I couldn’t give him a blow job while driving to the store.
“I think we cleaned out the store.”
He smiled as he stored the games we just bought in a closet. “Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve had them, so I don’t want them to be bored. Three whole days with them; anything can happen. They’ll overrun this entire place.”
“That’s because they have you wrapped around their little finger. Just like you’re wrapped around mine.”
I yelped as he lifted me over his shoulder. “Around your finger, huh? Baby, you got me by the balls.” He swatted me on the ass and took me back to bed.