My lips formed the word. Please. But no sound came out. Every instinct in me body told me to come, but I couldn't. Not without Grayson's command.
"That's it, Angel. Give me what I want, what I need from you. You're mine."
Again, my lips said please. I would die, my world would end, if I couldn't come now.
"Come for me, Angelina. Come now."
The hand on my throat pressed deeper into my skin and my world exploded. I felt only pleasure. So much pleasure, my world did end. Every muscle I had and some I didn't know existed clenched and seized, then released in a dark pulsing beat.
"Yes, love. That's it. Come long and hard for me. Let me see your pleasure. Give it to me. It's mine, Angel. It's all mine."
Gray's words, his hold on me, his claim pushed my body beyond anything I'd ever felt before. This wasn't just my pussy releasing, this was my whole entire body.
"Gray!"
I cried his name, screamed his pleasure until I couldn't scream anymore.
A hazy abyss overtook me, comforted me with a flood of feel-good hormones rushing through my body like a drug.
At least for now and for the rest of the night, I didn't know anything else.
I had the vague sense that I was being carried and then washed. I floated in sparkling spell-like state through it all. The pillowy softness of my bed soon surrounded me with a warm hard body pressed to my back.
Somewhere in my afterglow I drifted in to lovely, dark sleep.
I awoke the next morning back in my own room. Safe and warm, Grayson's at least partially nude body wrapped around me. I wouldn't move even if I could.
He must have been waiting for me to wake up, because his arms wrapped tighter around me with each breath I took. It reminded me of the previous night and sent shivers from my spine to my pussy.
"Gray?"
"Yeah, love?"
I had about a million and forty-two questions for him. Starting with why he wouldn't actually fuck me and ending with, could we always wake up in each other's arms like this.
In between were a bunch of questions about BDSM and that whole lifestyle he'd told Foster Bennett I wasn't ready for. Throw in a couple more about training in high protocol and some of his other admitted kinks and I'd almost have the first question answered.
He ran his fingers through my hair. "Your mind is working so hard I can smell the smoke coming out of your ears."
I snuggled deeper into him, not wanting the soft morning to become harsh morning-after yet. "I don't know what to say or ask right now."
He nuzzled my neck, lingering there like he didn't want the day to begin either. "Then don't. Let me ask you something."
"Okay." I didn't want to, but my body stiffened a little waiting for the axe to fall.
He sighed, and it sounded worried, like he wasn't confident about his question or my response. "How was the scene we did with the guys last night for you?"
"Seriously?" Like he couldn't tell?
"Seriously."
"Amazing. No wait, that word doesn't quite do it justice. How about terrific? No, uh, stupendous."
He chuckled. "Okay, okay, I get it. So, you'd like to do it again?"
"If I say ‘duh', is that too obvious?"
"Without the puppies."
Oh.
I needed to choose my next words very carefully. On one hand, it's all I wanted. Me and Gray and a bed...or anywhere else for that matter. On the other hand, I felt like I was a real woman coming into my own, for the first time ever. I liked having the harem at my sexual beck and call. I didn't want that to end. Couldn't I have both? "Umm. Can you elaborate?"
"You're mine, Angel. I think I can control my darker urges around you, if you agreed to let me train you. I want you for my own if we do that."
Cono. "No more harem? Is that negotiable?"
He pulled me tighter into his arms and just breathed in and out before answering. "I don't know."
Give up my new freedoms to get my heart's desire? That felt like a betrayal. I'd spent most of my life giving into others' compulsions and resenting it. I didn't want to resent Gray and whatever we were building together in our own maze of a way. But even now when I was on the verge of getting everything I thought I wanted, it was still hard to ask for it. I had to try.
"Couldn't you train me and them? They're as much yours already as they are mine." Maybe even more so.
"I'm having a hard-enough time sharing you now. The only thing allowing me to watch them have their hands and mouths all over you is seeing you come apart the way you do." He took a slow breath. "And the way you say my name when you come."
Because my pleasure was all his.
He still didn't seem to know that, or if he did he was still denying it. Last night had moved us closer to what I knew we both needed from each other. Something worked in my mind that I couldn't quite get a grasp on, but it had a sense to it that if I gave in now it wouldn't work. That this was a test for us both.
I still didn't want to be his damsel in distress. He still needed to rescue me.
Only I could rescue myself.
"Please?" I did my very best to use the same throaty plea that had come from my lips last night.
"Damn, you're hard to resist, Angel. I think maybe I'm the one being seduced here."
Hell yes, he was, right into our eventual happily ever after.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
No Fun
I drummed my fingers on the windowsill and huffed hard enough to make a circle of moisture on the window. Never in my life had I been this downright bored...or horny as all get-out.
One would think a woman with a harem of her own wouldn't be in such a sorry state, but they certainly weren't providing me with any entertainment. Not that they didn't want to. I wasn't allowed to play with them. Which ticked me the hell off. Even if I had agreed not to let them touch, or fondle, or kiss, or suck or...Hay. Dios Mio.
I had to do something about this right now. Enough was enough. I stomped from my perch staring out the window to go find Gray.
Why wasn't I allowed to do whatever I wanted? I had money, I had my new and improved fuck-you-all attitude on life. There was just one little thing holding me back.
Grayson Baker.
Body guard, valet, driver, best friend, almost lover. Bastard. He was all of the above on any given day.
Today he was a bastard.
I stomped my way into the kitchen. No Gray. Dominic lounged against the island eating a peach looking like his normal devil may care African god self. A dribble of juice crept down his chin. The tingle between my legs that had been building for three days jumped at the sight of his tongue darting from his mouth to catch the drip.
That hunka hunka hot man had the most talented tongue I'd ever met. I wanted it between my legs immediately if not sooner.
"Hello, mistress. Would you like a taste of my peach?" He offered the fruit to me with a twinkle in his eye and another lick of his lips.
"You're killing me."
"It is not me that is doing the killing." His voice rumbled in that low baritone I could eat right up. He was on the edge of a chuckle too.
I was not in the mood. Mostly because right he was. I growled, actually growled. I was about twelve seconds from throwing a major temper tantrum. Yes, I was being a silly bitch, but that's what happens when one had eleven-hundred of the best orgasms of her life and then gets cut off entirely.
I swiveled and continued my stomp through the house. Cade and Ilario were both at school so I didn't bother checking the second floor. Gray didn't spend much time up there anyway. In fact, I knew exactly where he'd be. I'd just been having a good ole time getting myself more riled up for a showdown with him.
I hadn't been told I wasn't allowed to do something since I was about fourteen years old, unless I counted the time living with Marc. But I didn't count that as life anymore.
I lived an entitled privileged life and it hadn't done me a damn bit of good. Thank God I left Marc the Schmoe at the altar. Well, not the altar, far from it, but whatever, that sounded good and it was close enough.
I threw open the garage door, or, uh, opened it enough to slip into the sacred domain of the car gods. Gray squatted next to his motorcycle, tinkering again. Besides controlling my orgasms, it was his favorite hobby. I loved seeing him in a t-shirt and jeans instead of the suit he insisted on wearing when he played the part of bodyguard. Not that Grayson in a suit was hard on the eyes. I just didn't get to see his casual side all that often.
Sweet Heaven and Hell. I wanted to see a whole lot more of him after doing my first BDSM scene the other night and then waking up in his arms.
Instead I was reading books on BDSM.