Rebound:Curvy Seduction Saga – Book One(21)

Gray stood and turned back to the car, avoiding looking at me when he  spoke. "No, like sanctuary for people who like dark, kinky sex."

My body jerked, wanting to move toward him, to connect again. "I like kinky sex."

His head went back under the hood and his voice should have had a tinny  echo sound to it, but the low rumble was unmistakable. "You have no  idea, baby."

I'd stirred the heat up, but we were back to the flippant and distant  Grayson. Sigh. One step forward, one giant leap for mankind back.

A new temper flared in me, I could taste it in the front of my mouth.  The bitter flavor of irritation, indignation itched to spear Gray's  righteous attitude.                       
       
           



       

"You're the one who-"

No. Gray may have steered me toward the path I was on to find the real  me, but I'd chosen to step onto it and keep to it. I wouldn't blame him  for not liking my choices.

"Look, we can argue all day and into the night about this. I know you  don't like who I'm becoming, but I do. I'm going to The Asylum. I'll go  on my own if I have to, but I'd rather go with you."

I didn't give him a chance to strike back. I was too wired with the adrenaline of what I'd just said.

I did like who I was becoming, and I could continue to do it without  Gray if I had to. It would be horrible if I did, but I could do it.

I would be a lot more fun and exciting with Gray by my side.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN





Kinks and Minx




Gray huffed and puffed and tried to blow my plan down. When I threatened  to call Foster up and ask for an invite for myself, he finally  relented. We were going to the Asylum.

Score one for team Angelina.

I told the guys we were going on a field trip and went to prepare myself  for the night. The right clothes for the right occasion in this case  meant a whole host of new lingerie.

Luckily my recent bout with boredom had meant lots of online shopping. I  laid out lacy bras, panties, a couple of corsets, and a black slinky  dress. Hmm.

The dress showed off my cleavage, but it might be too mundane for a sex  club. I hadn't actually worn a corset before. So many strings.

"The front of The Asylum is a bar and vanilla clothes are expected there." Gray stood in the doorway to my room.

I had that giddy teenager with a boy in her room for the first time  feeling. But I pretended this was any average day and conversation. "So,  I should wear the dress?"

Gray came in and stood behind me. I could feel his breath on the back of  my neck, smell his clean dark scent, and waited for his touch.

"No. As much as I'd like every inch of your skin covered when we get  into the club, you need to look the part. A pretty newbie like you  wouldn't make it five minutes wearing a dress like that."

"Oh." What would happen after five minutes? My imagination went way past  wild and into whooooo. I imagined Gray ripping the dress right off me  and ravaging my body. Mmm. "So, the corset?"

He breathed in, he breathed out. His lips brushed my ear. "Yes."

If I moved, my knees would give out. I grabbed the red corset with black  satin laces and held it up. My voice came out at a whisper. "Will you  help me into it?"

For infinity we stood there together, letting the electricity and  tension between us bloom and spark. He touched one of the satin laces  and took the corset.

I didn't move, couldn't. There was too much anticipation barreling through me.

Gray was finally touching me.

He came around and sat on the bed in front of me. Those damn assessing  eyes tried their best to drill into my psyche. I wished I could be all  nonchalant, like I wasn't asking him to help me undress and then putting  on clothing fit for a sex club.

Gray pulled at the laces, loosening them. "If I do it, you won't be able to breathe."

"I'll just ask one of the guys then, shall I?"

He spread his legs and pulled me between them. "No, you won't."

I was exactly where I wanted to be. "I can't get into it myself."

Gray set the corset on his lap and ran his fingers along the hem of my shirt. "Take this off."

That voice. Somehow different than any old request. It was the Dom  voice. The one he'd used on me only a handful of times. The sound sent  my body into arousal overload. Instantly a tingle started in my pussy.

I pulled my top over my head and was rewarded with a twinkle in Gray's eyes. He liked what he saw.

"Take off your bra."

"Why don't you do it for me?"

He smiled, but it wasn't in acquiescence, more like he knew he'd have fun teaching me a lesson. "I'm not one of your puppies."

I glared at him, but did as he asked, unhooking the bra and dropping it  on my bed. My breasts felt heavy and my nipples pearled, turning into  hard baubles beneath his stare.

I wanted him to touch me, to taste me, to make me his. I closed my eyes and swayed gently toward him.

So quiet, so soft, his words floated across my skin. "Lift up your arms."

He stood, rubbing his body against mine, then slipped the corset over my  head and arms. He slid it into position over my breasts all without  touching me any place I wanted his hands to be. I already couldn't  breathe and it wasn't from the laces.

"God how you tempt me, Angel."

Give in, touch me, taste me, take me. I wanted to scream the words at  him, I wanted to whisper them, anything to get him to act. But I knew  they wouldn't do any good. Not now, not yet.                       
       
           



       

"I know."

That must have been the answer he was looking for because he chuckled. "I'm sure you do. Turn around."

I did, and he tugged at the laces, pulling them in here and then  loosening them there. He made them tight enough that I felt secured, but  not so I couldn't breathe.

"Put on the long black skirt with the slit. It shows off your legs when you walk."

I hadn't worn that particular item of clothing in months. How did he even remember? "Okay."

"And these." He set a small bag that he'd hidden behind his back from a  very high-end lingerie shop on the bed. "Meet me downstairs in ten  minutes. I'll get a car out."

I waited two seconds, breathing hard, after he left to dive for the bag  and yanked out the silvery tissue paper. Wrapped up inside was a pair of  panties. Black lace, enough to actually cover my ass. Thank god for  that. If he'd wanted me to wear a thong I would have given them back.

My butt and thongs did not mix.

The rest of the material was soft, silky and see-through. I yanked off  my jeans and my everyday underpants. I stuck one leg in and then the  other. With the scrap of material between my legs I discovered what was  so special about these panties.

They were crotchless.

Dirty boy.

How long had he been holding on to this present?

I finished dressing and headed out to the garage. Gray was already waiting for me in the little red Porsche.

I got in and glanced at Gray. "Uh, I'm all for making richy rich first impressions, but where are the guys going to sit?"

He started the car and pulled out of the garage before I even had my seat belt on. "They aren't coming."

One breath, two. This corset was not designed for sissies, or sitting down. "Why not?"

He shifted gears and then laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing circles on my skin. "Tonight, it's just you and me."





CHAPTER FIFTEEN





The Asylum




I couldn't breathe and it wasn't because the laces on my corset were too  tight. I was both excited and worried and more than a little turned on.

Just me and Gray... at The Asylum... together.

For the first time in my life I was grateful for Manhattan traffic. It  would give me some time to get a damper on my racing heart and  imagination. Would Gray finally fuck me?

My reprieve was short lived. Speed demon that he was, Gray scooted in  and out and around the other cars getting us to the warehouse district  in about seventeen seconds. He tossed the keys to a valet and led me  into a very industrial looking bar.

Everyone here looked totally normal to me. No sex maniacs or anything.  Not that I knew what a sex maniac was supposed to look like. Me maybe.

Gray continued through the bar to a dark door with a speak-easy viewer.  He knocked three times. A return knock sounded with two beats. Gray  responded with just one rap, then the window opened. Two eyes scanned  us, glanced at Gray and the door popped open a crack.

"Welcome to The Asylum," the gorilla at the door croaked. He had to have been the offspring of King Kong and Darth Vader.

Gray stepped into the hallway behind the door, but I stood stock still, staring.

"Is this a guest of yours Mr. Baker?" Darth Kong asked.

"Yes, one guest for the night. I've given her the rules and she's agreed. Her contract should be waiting at the desk."

All right, that was all a giant load of lies. I had no idea what he was  talking about with rules and I hadn't agreed to a contract. I kept my  mouth shut, not wanting to forgo the chance to get in.