Chapter 7
Back at the room, Grey shut the door behind him then moved to the living room, leaning his shoulder against the wall, arms folded. Evie slowly approached the bed, taking her time. Silence had fallen between them on the way back to the room. It was the kind of heavy silence that spoke of her nerves. Grey grinned; she was such a sweet little thing who likely had very few one-night stands, if any. It just so happened there wasn’t a nervous flutter in his gut. He’d waited one month for this moment.
To have her.
To own her.
He kept a firm eye on her as she stopped at the bench at the end of the bed, and he noted the way her shoulders moved with a deep breath. His cock swelled in his pants, all that innocence a delightful treat. He had liked this game between them over the weeks that she worked for him. This push and pull.
His patience had been worth it because he won, he saw that now. Her surrender was right there, ready for him to take. Nothing had ever felt this good. The high of a win, professionally or personally, had never been this rich before.
When she finally turned to face him, lacing her hands together, he broke the silence. “There are two ways we can go about this,” he told her.
“What ways are those”—her mouth twitched—“missionary or on top?”
He chuckled, thinking her nervousness came out in a cute way. “No, angel,” he said, approaching her. When he reached her, her spicy scent flowed around him, and he added, “Your way, or my way.”
She visibly swallowed, cheeks flushing pink. “What’s your way?”
“I can show you.” He lifted his hand, slid his thumb up her neck, across her pounding pulse. “Do you want to see?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
“Stay here.” Instead of giving her the kiss he knew she craved, he moved into the closet, took out the small, brown leather bag he’d brought in his suitcase then returned to her. Intrigue filled her eyes when he put the bag down on the bench. “Open it,” he told her.
She gave him a curious look then stepped forward and unzipped the bag, peering inside. Seconds later, her head slowly lifted, brows raised. “Who are you?” she asked, laughing.
He chuckled, brushing his knuckles against her cheek, loving that smile. “I like my sex to have a particular flavor.”
“A filthy, dirty flavor, apparently.”
He inclined his head, gesturing to the bag of sex toys. “I assume some, or all of this is new to you.”
She gazed inside the bag again, slowly reaching for the blindfold and hanging it off the tip of her finger. “Except for the vibrator, I’m new to it all.” She reached in again and pulled out the leather straps, giving a nervous laugh. “To be honest, these scare me a little.”
“They’re not for whipping you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She let out a long breath, visibly relaxing. “So, you’re not a sexual sadist?” At that, he arched a brow, and she snickered. “I watch Criminal Minds.”
“Ah, I see.” He took the leather strap from her, running the soft leather through her hand. “But, no, I’m not a sexual sadist. I don’t get off inflicting pain, or receiving it for that matter. What I do like is kinky sex where I’m in charge. Full power exchange. Nothing I would do would ever leave a lasting mark, except maybe a slight redness to your skin that would fade within an hour or so.”
“All right…” She cocked her head, regarding him closely. “How long have you been into this?”
“Since my early twenties.”
She closely watched him drag the leather through his hand, eyes glistening with intrigue. “What exactly would you do with that?”
“It’s easier to show you than explain.”
“Well…” She nibbled her bottom lip, her eyes fixated on his hands.
To stop her nerves in their tracks, he took her chin, lifting her eyes to his. “Remember our terms, angel. You have nothing to lose here. We have this weekend.” He moved closer, bringing his heat near her, loving the little shiver she gave. “We can have traditional sex, and I will be content with that, or we can give our time together an erotic flavor.” Needing this to be clear, he stepped back, giving her some room to think. “What’s your choice?”
Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilating before his eyes, and he saw her say yes before her mouth parted. “Yes.”
Still, he needed more consent than that. In this game, misunderstandings could not happen. “We need to be clear at all times, Evie. I need to hear the words. Do you want me to use sex toys on you?”
“Yes”—her cheeks burned bright pink now—“I want you to use sex toys on me.”
“Better,” he said with a firm nod. “The leather straps?”
“Yes, you can use the leather straps.”
“Excellent,” he said, moving to the bench. He placed his bag on the floor and then sat on the bench and hooked his finger, calling her forward. Those cheeks still flushed a pretty pink when she stopped in front of him, and went even brighter when he said, “Undress for me, Evie.”
She hesitated, eyes huge. “I… This is hard for me.”
“I’m sure it is,” he replied, “but these are my rules. I want you naked so I can play.”
She exhaled a long, slow breath and then reached for the strap of her dress, slowly pulling it off. Soon, the other strap was gone, and within seconds, her dress pooled at her feet. Next, she removed her bra, slowly, teasingly. Like a predator watching his prey, he couldn’t look away as her tits sprang free, her tiny, puckered nipples awaiting his mouth. She was a beauty, and once she slid her panties down, stepping out of them, she revealed her neatly shaved pussy to him again.
Before his plan was to move ahead with the leather straps to completely rid her of her nerves, but with this view, he couldn’t help but reach forward and stroke her rounded stomach. She shivered beneath his hand when he ran his touch up to a heavy breast, and he massaged her. When he moved onto the next, he groaned at the feel of her. So perfect. So ready for all that he wanted.
This woman he’d craved for weeks…her being bared to him was so much more than what he imagined. But it was the sweetness in her eyes, the slight nervousness that sucked him in, weaving a spell around him that he couldn’t break.
“Was I worth it?” He snapped his eyes up to her face, finding them filled with desire. She added with a shake to her voice, “What you see now…was it worth coming here with me?”
He stroked her belly and arched a brow at her. “Angel, I would have done anything and everything to look at what I’m looking at right now.” Determined to move ahead, he reached for the leather strap again. “Come closer.” She gave him that cute smile again and took the two steps to be right in front of him. “Spread your legs for me.”
To take the spotlight off her for a little bit, he looked away from her face and smiled with her long exhale. He could intimidate, he knew that. Staying on task, he slid the leather around her left thigh and then fastened the buckle, ensuring the metal loop rested on the outside of her thigh. Once done, he reached for the other leather strap in the bag, and she shivered again when he tightened that strap around her bare thigh, nice and tight.
Leaving her there, he rose and reached back into his bag, taking out three more straps. He moved to the desk across the room, took hold of the dark wood chair, repositioning it into the center of the room where he wanted it.
When he returned to her again, he found her breathing heavily, the anticipation partly frightening, he was sure, yet exciting all the same. He couldn’t fight his grin when he placed the straps on the bed, and one by one, strapped them to her upper arms, tightening until he knew they wouldn’t slip off. Once done, he picked up the final strap and placed the collar around her neck, with the metal loop facing him.
Once finished with his work, he stepped back and examined her. Sweetness in bondage, a very pretty sight indeed. Her nipples were in tight buds, her breathing heavy and deep. She was so stunning, creating an infectious warmth to flow over him. So much so, he needed to be closer, and cupped her chin, sealing his mouth over hers. She easily melted into his kiss, moaning with the stroke of his tongue. He reached for her breasts, massaging both, tweaking her nipples until she wiggled with the intensity. Only when he heard that higher pitched moan, all but begging him to own her, did he back away.
“Stay there for me, angel.” He moved back to the bag and took a condom from the box there as well as the black silk blindfold.
With her eyes on him, he moved to her again and slid the blindfold over her head, settling it onto her eyes, making sure not a hair was out of place. He wanted her perfect. All his to enjoy in the way he’d wanted to enjoy her. “I control what you see now, angel”—he dragged the tip of his finger down her arm—“and when you see it.”
She moaned, and he grinned, imagining for a woman whose kink was voyeurism, this would be the best type of foreplay. It fucked with her mind, and he’d use that to his advantage tonight.
Keeping his eyes on her, a naked beauty awaiting his sin, wearing nothing but his leather squeezing her creamy flesh, and a black blindfold, she made his dreams a reality. Slowly, he removed his shirt, then his shorts, taking his boxer briefs with them. He took his time, letting anticipation build as he opened the condom and applied it to his hard cock. Then he reached back into his toy bag for the chain with the clips on the end, and rattled it for her to hear.
She cocked her head, obviously listening hard. He suspected she wondered what he planned to do to her. That thought excited him. He liked surprising her. He wanted her to think all the things her mind could dream up, because soon, she’d be honest with him and tell him her fantasies, and then he could fulfill them.
Hot and hard, he returned to her, and her breath hitched when he dragged his fingertips gently up her arm. Sliding his hand downward, he took hers and gently tugged her forward to the chair, assisting her to sit. He let the silence play out between them when he slid the chain through the loop on her neck, the arm’s chair, the loop on her arm, then lifted her leg to click the end onto the loop there, binding her to the chair.
By the time he’d finished with the other leg and arm, she was spread wide open for him, perched on the edge of the seat, locked down to the chair. And all his.
He waited…until her cheeks flushed bright pink, telling him emotions overwhelmed her. Only then did he close in on her. He grabbed the base of his cock, using his hardened length to stroke her clit. She moaned, head tilted back against the chair, chin pointed up to the ceiling.
This…this was all for him.
He tapped her clit with the head of his cock, smacking those nerves and waking up her body for the treat he planned. When she gave him the moan he wanted, he slid his cock down through her folds, until he slipped just inside her. He could have drawn this out and played for hours, but she was too new, too nervous, too desperate.
Trust was earned through the first touch, and he wouldn’t fuck it up. Leaving his cockhead inside her, he massaged her breasts, appreciating all of her. This view hadn’t been by chance. The first time he’d dreamed of her, this was how she looked. Blindfolded and bound in his leather to a chair. Maybe she thought he was playing around, but this wasn’t part of the game. He’d fantasized about her, and now, he fulfilled the fantasy that had haunted him day after day for a month.
With the thrill of that engulfing him, and the power overwhelming him that he’d conquered his latest challenge, he grabbed onto the arms of the chair and shifted his hips, slowly entering her. Her loud moan echoed his.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed.
Typically, he’d reply, but right now he was consumed by her. The feel of her. The scent of her. Back and forth, her tight channel squeezed him as he worked his cock inside her. Her moans became a sound he’d never forget as he stared down at her parted mouth.
Determined that she come with him, he lowered his thumb to her clit and worked the little bud, until she began writhing beneath him, straining against the bindings. He growled, fighting off his orgasm as her inner walls convulsed around his shaft, demanding he blow. Urgency overtook him when he reached for the blindfold and had it off a second later. “Open your eyes,” he ordered.
She blinked once before he turned her head, and then slowly her eyes widened. There, in the mirror, she stared at herself, bound to the chair in his leather straps, her pink lips swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed from the pleasure.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, God….” Her sex clenched, tightening like a vise against his shaft. Soft moans spilled over him.
She felt too good. She looked too pretty. Emotion he wasn’t expecting overwhelmed him. Protect. Claim. Defend. All his primal instincts were on full alert. He began to pound her pussy harder, groaning against the warmth inside. His sac tightened, telling him he’d been teased too much over the past month, and the reality of her was too much to handle.
“Grey,” she screamed, breaking apart around him.
With a final roar, he crashed over the edge with her, bucking and jerking his pleasure.
Sometime later, when consciousness finally returned to him, her soft chuckle brushed across him. Breathless, he lifted his head from her chest where he was all but slumped on top of her. He discovered she was resting her head back against the chair, looking boneless and perfectly well fucked. “Something to add?” he asked with an arched brow.
“Your way is so much better than my way,” she said with twinkling, satisfied eyes.
He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss against her mouth. “You’re damn right it is.”