Rebound:Curvy Seduction Saga – Book One(30)

"How do your nipples feel now."

I kept my voice breathy, which wasn't hard considering the state I was in. "They're on fire."

"And your clit?"

"I feel like it's taking up all the space inside my pussy lips. It's never been so big." No lie.

"Good, but how does it feel." He sounded like an acting coach trying to get a better performance out of a student.

And I was so over it. This has started out kind of fun, because I knew  it was slightly naughty. Now, I just wanted it over. But, I knew his Dom  persona would be pissed if he came before he told me to. I pushed as  far as I thought I could. "It's pulsing, almost like I'm coming."

"If I wasn't so set on making you come today that would be your  punishment. If you were my slave you'd walk around all day just like  that, not being allowed to come until I put you on my lap and choked  that orgasm out of you."

"But she's not yours, Foster."

Then I died. I'm sure I did, because my heart stopped, fell into my  stomach, ejected itself from my body and flopped onto the floor.

I whipped around to find Gray six inches behind me. He grabbed the  phone, hung up, and stared at it. It was obviously the most interesting  cell phone in the world, because he didn't take his eyes off it. Either  that, or he was trying to melt it with his brain.                       
       
           



       

Either way, my phone and I were so screwed. Not in the good way.

"Gray, I-" What? Was pretending to have phone submission with the king  of the Doms in exchange for contact information and I'd hoped you  wouldn't find out? Not words that would be coming out of my mouth  anytime soon.

He still didn't look at me, and I think he was starting to crush my phone. "Don't."

What was I supposed to say? The fires of hell burned on his face and if  that didn't tell me how utterly mad he was, the way all the muscles in  his arms were bunched up because his hands were clenched so tight would.

I couldn't tell him that Foster Bennett was going to give me the number  of someone he'd conveniently lost because Gray didn't want me to pursue  it. I certainly couldn't say I wasn't really going to come for Foster,  that I had been planning to fake it, because, well, all evidence to the  contrary. I was still stark naked.

So, I just stood there with one arm crossed grasping my elbow. My tiny  shield from his anger desperately trying to figure out what to say to  him to make this all better.

"How long has this been going on?" He barked the words like they wouldn't have come out if he didn't push them.

"About twenty minutes." My voice may have actually squeaked.

He threw my phone onto the chaise. "Your affair with Foster."

I took a step back. A la verga. "What? I'm not having an affair with him."

"Oh, really? What the hell did I walk in on?"

Those muscles in his arms that had been bunched? They started to pulse.  If I didn't calm this situation way down, he was going to pop.

"A business deal. A one-time arrangement, in which I wasn't holding up  my end. He wanted me to do what he said, so I faked it. I would never-"

Faster than I could say betray, cheat, deceive, or cuckold, Gray had me around the waist and pulled me onto his lap.

I've never been a big lap sitter, probably because my own lap was too  big for most men. Not Grayson. While I was sure my ass was crushing his  thighs, he held me in his arms and stroked my hair.

I hated fighting with him like this. We were defining new roles in our  relationship and so far, that had been a bumpy road, even if we'd made  progress. I took this rare opportunity and snuggled into him.

He sighed and tucked my head under his chin. "Was I not clear about what happens when I agreed to train you?"

"Not really." We hadn't talked about it. He said he would train me and  that I had to do what he said when it came to my body. He would teach me  about some of the different aspects of Dominance and submission. If I  was honest with myself, and I was damn sure trying to be better at that  little skill, it wasn't like I didn't know he'd be mad about this little  tete-a-tete.

"Then let me be clear now." He ran his fingers into my hair and gripped  some of it between them, not being rough, but like he didn't want to let  go.

"If you want me to train you, you will not engage in any sexual activity, including masturbation or phone sex."

I opened my mouth to interrupt and say, it wasn't really phone sex. I got a finger over my lips to hush me instead.

"Words or otherwise. You can't deny you were and still are, turned on, the evidence is currently on my jeans."

Oh, Dios Mio, did I ever blush. Like from head to toe my body warmed  right up in a hot flash of epic proportions. I hid my face in his neck,  but nodded so he knew I understood.

"Unless I tell you to do so. You will not touch yourself, you will not  let anyone else touch you, you will not come without my permission, and  you sure as hell will not talk to Foster Bennett."

I got the no touching or coming rules. But, not even talking to Foster? That wasn't going to work.

Instead of using my feminine wiles...I was naked at the moment, I let  his words prick at that sore spot of not wanting to be told what to do. I  lifted my head from the nice warm refuge of Gray's body, another dumb  move. "I'm not sure I want to agree to that. What happens if I break  your stupid rules?"

He didn't flinch, simply looked me straight in the eyes, all the way to my confused soul. "We're done."

Done with what? The training or our entire relationship? I couldn't take  that chance. He'd been so on edge ever since we went to the club in the  first place and there was definitely something between him and Foster  Bennett that went beyond who had a bigger dick.

I wasn't ready to give up my plans just yet. Gray didn't need to know that.

I blinked, keeping the frustration and defeat from leaking out of my  eyes. Gray wiped an escaped drop away but didn't comfort me more. He was  giving me time to agree, or not. The bastard had my number. I'd given  it to him. I wanted him to have it. But not if it meant I'd never see it  again.                       
       
           



       

Could I do this? Give up the new dream for the old one? Why couldn't I have both?

"Fine. I'm sorry. I do want you to train me. I was just frustrated that  nothing was happening. Forgive me?" I put on my best puppy dog eyes and  frowny face. He never could resist that combination.

"Angel." A truckload of tension left his body. He cupped my cheek in his hand.

This moment was the most touching I'd had from him in a long ass time.  He was warm and electric. If he'd give this to me all the time I  wouldn't think twice about giving into his demands. I'd learned over the  past few months that physical touch made me feel loved.

Marc had never gotten that. Did Gray?

"Teach me now," I whispered.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"You're not ready. This is a dark world you're getting into, and I have to know you can handle it. I don't want to break you."

"I am ready. I'm not going to break. Why are you so stubborn? I want you, Gray. I always have."

"I know."

What was this, Star Wars? I know? "No Manches. You're being ridiculous. I  want you, and I'm pretty sure you want me. Or is that what this is  about?"

I pushed off his lap and stood up. Every time I tried to get close to  him, to move our relationship to the sex step, he turned me down. Ya  think I'd know better by now.

"You don't want me. You never have. God, I'm so stupid. I keep throwing  myself at you, and you keep pushing me off onto other men. I'm surprised  you haven't just given me to Foster."

Gray shook his head. "You honestly think I don't want to fuck you? Do  you have any idea how hard it has been for me the past six years to keep  my dick in my pants around you? I have to jack-off every damn morning  just so I won't throw you against a wall and take you like a fucking  animal the minute I see you. I'm constantly rock hard around you. I come  into my own hand every damn night pretending I'm inside your cunt or  even better, that fucking hot ass. Don't think for one god-damned  second, I don't want to be inside you, watching you, making you come."

We were both breathing like we'd been running a mile, and the blood  whooshed through my ears. I was so tired of fighting with him over this.

I sank down between his knees.

"Then why don't you do it? Right now. I'm naked, I'm so horny I could take a rhinoceros, and I want you. I need you. Fuck me."

Gray gritted his teeth and that muscle in his jaw pulsed in time with my heart. "You're. Not. Fucking. Ready."

I threw my hands in the air. "What the hell do I have to do to be ready?"

"Grow the fuck up."