Sigh.
He reached for some tool and I practically came simply watching his muscles stretch and move under that soft white t-shirt. It was threadbare and all the better to admire and fantasize over those muscles and what they could do to me. I didn't say anything for the span of a whole fantasy where he...
"What do you want, Angel?" He didn't get up or look at me, just kept tinkering.
Most of my bluster slipped away. He took care of me even when I didn't want taking care of. Which, of course, both annoyed me and enamored me to him even more.
I crossed my arms into a self-hug. "Gray, I'm going crazy."
He kept his back to me, doing a great job at pretending this conversation hadn't happened three or four or seventeen times already. "No, you're not."
Esas son mamadas. "Don't tell me how I feel."
"You're not crazy. You're cranky."
"What did I just say?" I snapped. Ridiculous. Yeah, I was damn sure cranky, and it was his frickin' fault.
He shrugged, oh so nonchalant. "If you can't handle a little bit of orgasm denial..."
"Three days is not a little bit." I stomped my foot ready for a full-on fight. At least that would give me something to do with all this pent-up frustration.
Gray matched my tantrum, spinning on his heels and pouncing to the spot ten centimeters in front of me. He stepped in my space staring down, hulking over me, giving me a taste of his Dom side. "You have no idea."
I gulped, searching for air or saliva or courage.
"I allowed you some negotiated points, you agreed to my terms. I say when, I say how, I say come. Are you ready to reneg?"
I'd agreed to be trained. After a whole lot of negotiations, part of which was that I got to keep my harem, we'd come to an agreement. He'd train me in submission and high protocol.
I'd been giddy, mostly because I thought he would finally give in and we'd have sex.
Kinky, kinky sex.
Instead, I wasn't allowed to touch myself, or let anyone else touch me either.
"I thought when you said I had to do everything you told me to we'd actually be doing something," I whispered, aka begged. Besides the sex I was currently lacking in, I thought I'd get experience in all the flavors of BDSM, so I could eventually get back to the goal of understanding what true domination meant.
That, and getting a more-than-bodyguard relationship with Gray were my sole focus in life right now. I finally found something I could be excited about, that I might be good at.
"I need to know you can follow my orders. The Asylum is not a place to play bratty games. If any of the sadistic bastards who call themselves Doms even guess I don't have total control over you, they will do their damnedest to take you away from me."
His eyes flicked back and forth over mine, fear and anger mixing with an emotion Gray never let himself feel for me.
I wanted Gray and I had finally discovered the way to get him. Years of prim and proper flirting, even if it was under the nose of every sad-sack boyfriend I ever had, never got me anywhere near his pants. One night at a BDSM club and I finally got him to at least touch me.
I shortened the space between us by half, breathing in the fierce scent that was all Gray. "Then teach me, test me. I'll prove to you I can be whatever you need me to."
The fire swirl of emotion faded and the dead-eyed Gray who was my protector, but not my lover, blinked back unflinching. "That's not how this works, babe."
He wiped his hands on a grungy towel and tossed it with the rest of his tools, like we weren't having the biggest catalyst conversation of our relationship.
I was so close to getting the dirty, naughty Gray, I couldn't stop now. A lick of my lips and in a breathy Bambi voice, I said, "Then show me how it works."
His jaw pulsed but he didn't flinch for a second. "You're not ready."
The hell I wasn't. It was time to bring out Rich Bitch Angelina. The one who took charge and got what she wanted. "I hate it when you do that. I left my fiancé, I damn well took charge of my own life, not to mention my sexuality, and am working on learning a new career. What more do you want from me? How the hell else am I supposed to prove to you I am ready? Dammit, Gray, I thought we were past that."
We were toe to toe, I was breathing hard. Gray was a god-damned iceman.
A car pulled up the driveway and we heard Ilario talking, teasing Cade. They went into the house like there wasn't a showdown happening in the garage.
Gray's eyes flicked from my mouth toward the house and back to my eyes. His façade broke. "Why don't you go play with your boy toys? You don't want my world. You want to pretend you're in charge. So, go. Do that. Have all the orgasms you want. Let those boys fuck you silly."
Now who was being a brat? "Is that what this is about? The boys? You agreed I could keep them. Are you jealous?"
I wish. There was no way it was true. They might be at my beck and call, but they were under Gray's control. He was the alpha.
"Don't try that game with me."
Oh, ho ho. I was playing. "You are. You hate that I have three other men who please me and take care of my every need, in and out of the bedroom." I almost giggled.
I would have too, if Gray wasn't on me like a lion attacking a hippo. His arms clenched me into an embrace that had me on fire. One hand crept up and wrapped around my throat. There was no pressure and he didn't squeeze, but we both knew he could if he wanted to. We both also knew what happened when he had.
I closed my eyes, wanting it, waiting for him to make me submit.
His breath floated across my skin, fast and hard. I didn't move. He applied the tiniest pressure, tightening his grip. My heart beat almost out of my chest. I didn't move.
Instead of closing his hand around my throat, pressing on my pulse, Gray pushed down on my collarbone until I couldn't stand under his power. I lowered myself, bending at the waist until I was nose to his thighs.
"Kneel." His voice was like darkness itself, filled with need.
Coño. I did as he told me, sinking to the hard asphalt of the garage floor. The intense beat of my heart pulsed between my legs. Three days he'd made me wait, and my body would have it no more. I was wet and achy and it would take only a few movements inside my pants, pressing against the seam, to make me come. I could do it so easily.
"Don't move a muscle. I can see how close you are. It's exactly where I want you. The flush on your skin, the raggedness of your breath. Submission is beautiful on you. I always knew it would be." He circled me once, taking his time.
"Please." It was the magic word and it had worked well before. I prayed it would now.
Gray stopped in front of me again, his fists at his side. "Look at me, Angelina."
I blinked, trying to move my focus from between my legs to the muscles in my neck. It took me three whole breaths to move my eyes up his body, catching sight of the bulge behind his zipper before I looked into his eyes.
He met me with a fierce gaze of pure dominance and slid a hand into my hair, gripping it tight in his fist. "When I claim and collar you, you will belong to me and me alone. I will never share you again. Do you understand?"
"Yes." My voice was less than a whisper. I hated that I craved these words from him, but years of rejection from other men, the world, had carved a giant unmet need in me that was partially filled with him.
"Until then, you will do as I say, and if I say you don't get to come, you don't get to even think about coming. If I want every man in this city to fuck you until you're senseless with the euphoria, you will spread your legs willingly. Don't question me or my commands. Ever."
His frank words sent shivers through my body. I didn't know how to respond. I didn't want to say I was sorry. That didn't feel right. So, I stayed silent, hoping he'd see I heard him and at least partially understood.
"The correct response here is, ‘yes, sir'. I don't want your platitudes, I want your submission. Absolutely and totally."
"You have it." I wasn't sure I'd actually said the words out loud.
"No, I don't. We both know that. Until I do, I will train you as I see fit. You'll do whatever I say because we both like it when you do."
This was way beyond like.
He pushed his hands into my hair, not pulling, but gripping the strands tight, tugging at my scalp. "Say it, Angel, or we're done before we ever start."
The words were stuck in my throat, they tasted bitter sweet there.
"Angel," he growled.
"Yes... sir."
Gray closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like he was inhaling the sweetest perfume laced with opium. It half surprised me that his eyes weren't glazed when he opened them. They were filled with the fire of the hottest star, burning blue.
When he released my hair, my scalp tingled from the rush of blood to the tortured roots. He ran his thumb over my lips, parting them, playing with the bottom one. I wanted to lick, bite, nibble, entice. That wouldn't be met with favor. It was his move. He could take me now on the cold garage floor and I would welcome it.