Grayson
I checked my watch. Emmalin should be home soon. I was still going over the details for this patent deal. It would be huge. I finally shut down my computer, and went and punched in the code to the hidden safe in the wall, retrieving something that was on my mind, bigger than the patent. I pulled out what I was looking for, opened the case, and studied it like I did at least ten times a day. Making sure it was perfect. She may love zombie movies but she loves vintage, and this old European cut diamond was perfect. I practically had the ring designed the first day I saw her. I would marry her today if I knew she was ready. Of course, it did cross my mind to force her. But I wasn’t that cruel of a bastard. I sighed. Yes. Yes, I was. I shut my eyes as I once again prevented myself from having the jet fueled for Vegas. She deserved better than that. I heard the front door opening and quickly placed the ring back in the safe. I was just about to go find her when the slamming of the bedroom door stopped me in my tracks. I sure as fuck didn’t like that. It meant things were between us.
I walked to the bedroom, slowly opening the door. Emmalin was sitting in the middle of the bed, with just the glow of the nightlife seeping through the window, lighting her body. Knees to her chest, she slowly looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with so much emotion. She got off the bed and stood up. “I need you,” she whispered. I walked over to her in two long strides. I grabbed her by the shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes. “I need you,” she spoke, more clearly. I took a small step back, realization sinking in. She was asking for pain, instead of hurting herself. I took a deep breath. My cock already getting hard at the thought of play.
“You need it, Emmalin?”
She nodded. “Yes. I do.”
I stood back.
“Take off your dress.” She slowly pulled her dress over her head, and I watched as her hair cascaded down her shoulders and fell midway down her back. She stood still as I unbuttoned my shirt. Her eyes never leaving mine. She knew what I was looking for. Any hesitation, any fear, any inkling. As usual, there wasn’t any. I folded my shirt and laid it on the chair.
“What’s your choice tonight, Emmalin?” I started circling around her. She looked at me, briefly confused. I’d never given her a choice before. I stood behind her, waiting for her response.
“I want whatever you want.”
Normally an answer like that would’ve pleased me. But tonight wasn’t about that. I walked in front of her. “Tonight is your decision, and yours alone.” She looked down at her hands before meeting my eyes.
“The belt.”
I tensed. Of all the words she could say— the belt— is what came out of her mouth. I’d only used it once, and it was when she had walked out of my life for five days. The belt was used out of pure rage. I took a step back, all of a sudden needing distance. She never ceased to amaze me. “Are you sure?”
She glanced down at my belt, and crinkled her brow briefly before quickly looking back up at me like she had been caught, but I already saw. The sign I’ve always been waiting for. She nodded before answering. “Yes.” Her face was impassive as she stared ahead. Fine. I may have let her pick, but I was doing it my way. There was always a stipulation.
“Turn around, head down.” I walked over to the closet, retrieving the blindfold and flogger. Her breath hitched as I placed the blindfold over her eyes. With her back still turned toward me, I turned her around, wrapped the belt around her hands, securing them tightly, and lifted her easily onto the bed, in a standing position. I attached the belt to one of the higher wooden beams above the bed, so she was barely on the tips of her toes. I knew this wasn’t what she had in mind when she said belt, and I knew it was a matter of minutes before her arms began to ache. Perspiration already started to gather on her smooth skin. I gripped the flogger in my hand, turning it over several times, admiring the leather, thinking about the marks it was about to make on her beautiful soft body. Which was my body. She was mine. She was my prey. Her moving caught my attention. I walked over and took her iPod, placing it on the speaker.
I grabbed the flogger and started to slowly round the bed as FKA twigs’ “Two Weeks” began to fill the speakers. I smiled at the irony of the lyrics. I flexed my wrist, and with no warning, I swung, and she gasped; the tendrils from the flogger spreading over the sleekness of her skin. I swung three more times at three different points of her body. She was breathless. Each hit was harder than the last.
“Again?”
She nodded yes, but I made no attempt to move, and she knew it, unless she gave me actual words. Finally, she spoke. “Yes. Again, please.” I changed my stance, and she cried out as I gave her four more lashes, each one harder than the last. Her blindfold was wet with tears, but not as wet as the evident desire that was dripping down her leg. I climbed up on the bed, licking the trail her wetness created from her calf that led up to her mound, which was the ultimate treasure. She jerked the moment my tongue touched her clit. Her muscles were already strained from the position I’d forced her to stay in for the past fifteen minutes. Her body glistened with sweat. Now she got to be rewarded.
My tongue swirled around her swollen nub as I lifted both of her legs, putting all of her weight on my shoulders. “Relax, baby.” She sighed contently as she gripped the belt tighter. I knew having those beams up there would come in handy. She jerked as my tongue probed her entrance, seeking all of her. Her moans were my favorite sounds in the world. Her muscles tensed, and I could feel her getting close. She whimpered as I eased back.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” She was breathing hard. I blew lightly over her pussy, causing a reaction out of her when she didn’t answer right away. “You. I need you to make me come.” My girl. I dove back onto her clit and sucked. She arched into me as I inserted two fingers. She tightened around me and I bit down, knowing it was her undoing. She cried out as she reached her release. I slowly brought her back to a standing position and stood up, wrapping both of her legs around me, grabbing onto the beam and sinking her down onto me. I moaned at the tightness. I tore off her blindfold, needing to see all of her. I suddenly needed to be deeper, and was finding myself grinding as deep as I could. She met me thrust for thrust, giving me everything she had, and I gave it back just as good.
I noticed she still had the silk scarf on that covered her neck from the attack, which only surged my anger on. I bent down and bit right above her shoulder hard, eliciting a scream from her, but I didn’t care. I sucked at the trickle of blood that formed. Her pussy started to tighten around me as she threw her head back. I buried my face in her neck, relishing in the tightness, pushing forward as I chased after my own release. Just a little deeper. And finally it’s enough as she exploded, bringing me with her.
I reached up, and unhooked the belt that she was attached to, and we collapsed to the bed. I began smoothing out her muscles and I’ll be damned if I started getting hard again at the moan she let out. My cock had no shame. I pulled her closer into me. “You okay?”
She yawned. “Yeah. That was good. I liked the beam. Can’t say the position was comfortable but it worked.” I smiled into her hair.
“Was tonight’s session too intense? Is that was prompted your reaction? I should’ve went with you, Emmalin.” She turned toward me.
“Tonight was fine, Grayson. I just…I just needed this, and you gave me what I needed.” I studied her face, yet for some reason, I still didn’t believe her. I brushed her hair off her face. I reached up to unknot the scarf she still wore at her neck when her hand shot up. “I’m still a little self-conscious about it, Grayson.”
I sighed. “The attack was my fault. I’ll never forgive myself for it. I’ll find who did it, and I’ll kill them. I swear to you, I’ll kill them.” She nuzzled into me and sighed.
“Unless I kill him first.” I momentarily stilled. Ever since Florida she’s been saying all sorts of things nonchalantly. Things half asleep. Things just out of character, even for her.
I pulled her tighter against me. “Do you know who he is, baby?”
“I’m tired, Grayson. It’s been a long day.” I agree. It had been a long day.