Rebound:Curvy Seduction Saga – Book One(23)

He touched my face. It was a brief slide of his palm across my chin, but  the look in his eyes that accompanied it made me believe I was his.

"I don't like it, but if you're going to meet Bennett it's under my  terms. Get it out of your system now, because after this I don't want  you anywhere near him again. Now let's do this." Gray took my hand and  guided me into the circle around the man of steel I'd seen earlier.  Foster Bennett really was the king of the club.

He had a girl straddling his lap, naked except for a leather collar with  dangling chains attached to nipple clamps. One hand moved between her  legs and the other gripped her throat. She clawed at the fist gripping  her neck, but he didn't relent until her body bowed and shook with the  force of the orgasm he'd given her. She collapsed onto him whimpering.

"Take her away." Foster waved toward two men dressed in shiny black  leather standing five feet behind him. They moved in unison to grab the  girl. One wrapped her in a blanket and the other lifted her and carried  her to a dark corner.

"Holy shit. Is she okay?" I whispered to Grayson.

Foster caught me in his gaze, like a deer in the headlights of an alien  spaceship landing in the forest. "She's more than okay. She got  everything she wanted."

I bit my lip to keep from blurting out that I didn't believe that for a  minute. This was his place, his rules. I may be the bad girl of the  Upper East Side, but I still had my manners. Gray wasn't phased in the  least by the S and M going on around us. He walked up to Bennett and  shook his hand. "Bennett."

"It's been a while, Baker. Have you brought me a present to make up for lost time?"

Gray pulled me into the circle but placed his hand on the back of my  neck, just under my hair, and rubbed his thumb along the side of my  throat. I didn't move, only waited for any indication of what might  happen next.

"Not ever. She's mine." Gray's voice was the growl of a wolf, claiming its territory, for anyone and everyone to know.

I wanted to see the look on his face, so I could try and read more into  this situation, but I didn't dare for fear of him releasing me from the  possessive grip.                       
       
           



       

Staking a claim on me like that was simply his way to continue to protect me.

From the set of Foster's downturned mouth, he didn't like that answer.  He tapped his fingers on the side of the chair. Angry? Irritated? These  two were Alphas feeling each other out, sniffing for weaknesses.

Gray had none.

Foster dipped his chin and offered us a chair with an outstretched hand  toward a couch next to him. "Yes. I can see that. Is she trained?"

Phew. We sat, and Gray released my neck, but placed a hand on my upper  thigh. The tension faded for the most part, and I felt free enough to  speak again. "Trained in what?"

"Submission, High Protocol, total power exchange, take your pick of Grayson's fets."

I looked at Gray, but his eyes were set on Foster. If looks could kill. "She is not trained."

I thought having a harem qualified me, apparently not.

"Yet," Foster countered.

Gray ignored the comment, but I wanted to ask. He didn't give me a chance. "We're here because she wants information from you."

"Interesting. What kind of information did you have in mind, pet?"

On the word pet, Gray's grip on my leg tightened. I placed my hand over his to hide the red marks he was leaving on my skin.

"I'm interested in studying the lifestyle to see if I could embrace  BDSM." There were so many new and exhilarating ideas whipping through my  mind. I wanted to try it all.

At least the domination and submission parts anyway. The dynamics of  giving over control  –  especially to Gray  –  sent tingles through my  pussy.

I also wanted to know what it would be like to be entrusted with that  kind of power. It would help me understand Gray better. Not just his  kinks or what turned him on either.

The true Gray, what made him so irresistible to me, and the beauty inside his soul. That's what kept me pushing forward.

"Do you now? What is it that you think you can learn at The Asylum?"

The idea of what I could be. The rebelliousness, the freedom. "The lifestyle, the ritual, and the power."

Bennett glanced at Gray and then back at me. "Ms. Cruz, don't take this  the wrong way, but you've got a virginal vibe if I've ever felt one. You  may be interested in the idea of this club, but I don't believe for one  minute you're ready to dominate anyone. I suggest you take your Mr.  Baker and ask him for a tour of the club. Try out some of our delights,  become a member. Come back and see me in six months or so, then we'll  talk."

That was that. Bennett turned and signaled to his men again. They  brought another mostly naked girl over and dropped her at his feet. He  petted her hair and I thought the girl would orgasm from that simple  touch. She scowled at me.

Grayson grabbed my arm and gently lifted me from the couch. "Let's go, Angel."

I went along, but stopped five steps away. "Wait a minute." I turned and  walked back over to Bennett and his toy. "How did you know my name. I  never said it."

"Everyone knows the fallen angel of Fifth Avenue, Ms. Cruz."

Chale. Really?





CHAPTER SIXTEEN





Inspiration




Gray gently answered my questions on a very brief tour of The Asylum.  Not once did his hands leave my skin. He steered me from scene to scene,  protected me with his mere presence, and turned me on with his tutoring  of all that I saw and heard. He even introduced me to a Dominatrix. She  didn't belong to the club but was visiting from another. We exchanged  information and she agreed to chat with me later about learning her  trade.

More than any scene with ropes or toys or whips or floggers I was  aroused by the way Gray reacted to my need to explore these new sexual  avenues. With him.

I'd gone to the club wanting Foster Bennett to show me the ways of domination, but all along, I only ever needed Gray.

This time he couldn't hide the tent in his pants. We sat in the car in  silence. I was afraid to say anything more and break the spell. With  each passing minute his hand inched its way up my thigh. Mere blocks  from home, he slid his fingers between my legs and teased me with  caresses so fucking close to those crotchless panties I had to bite my  lip not to beg him.

He pulled into the garage and retrieved his hand.

"Look how wet you already are." His fingertips glistened with my moisture.

Gray stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.

Of course I was beyond turned on. Some of what I'd seen at The Asylum  was way more anything I ever wanted in the bedroom, but the power  rolling off Gray had me on edge.

"Gray-"

"Go inside before I lose my last shred of control and fuck you on the trunk of this car."                       
       
           



       

That was exactly what I wanted him to do. "I don't want to go in."

"You have to. For me. If I fuck you now, you won't like it. But I will,  and I won't do that to you. Please, Angel. Go. I'll be right behind you.  I just need a minute."

I got out of the car like he asked. I didn't want to, but there was real  pain in Gray's voice. Not anything I'd ever heard before.

I hated that he thought I wouldn't like anything he did to me, with me. At least I understood better what turned him on.

The men were all home and I headed straight for the harem lounge,  wanting their company. Ilario lay sprawled, arms behind his head, legs  spread like only a guy would sit, and buck naked. Dominic stood behind  him, arms crossed and eyes intent on me like a dark African warrior  tracking prey. I doubted by the look in his eyes that he was the  submissive one tonight. Cade walked in two seconds later, in only his  jeans.

"We are ready for you, Mistress," Ilario said and got to his feet.

"Great but," this was a little beyond ready. "how  – "

"I called them." Gray came in and stood in front of me. "Use some of  what you saw today. See if you actually enjoy those fetishes, or if you  just like the idea of them."

Some of what I'd witnessed was on my new list of hard boundaries. But  now that I had a real introduction to BDSM I was definitely trying out a  whole bunch of the B's, I knew I liked the D's, S had its advantages  when it was about submission, but I wasn't going anywhere near sadism or  masochism. For now.

"There are a lot of things I want to try." With you. Nope. Not gonna say  it. We both knew. "And plenty that already have me so hot if I don't  try them and like them I'll be shocked."

Gray stood over me, centimeters away. Our chests fell and rose together.  He touched my cheek and then grabbed a strand of hair, wrapping it  around his finger, playing me while he played the strands. "If you do,"  his eyes sparkled and went black, "then I'll take you back to The  Asylum."