“That doesn’t sound so loving to me.” Fuck wasn’t a word I associated with love.
He leaned over and kissed my shoulder, moving to my neck. “Only because you don’t know the difference between getting laid and spending hours fucking someone you can’t live without. I’m going to love you until you don’t remember what your pussy felt like without my cock in it.” He trailed his hand down and gently slid his middle finger across my clitoris, parting my labia and delving inside. He sighed. “That’s better. When you jumped on me you weren’t even wet. It’s not supposed to hurt. Don’t you look at me like that. I’m not judging you. I’m telling you that I’m different from some guy in a bar. I love you. I’ll take care of you.”
I took a deep breath and decided to play things differently. My instinct was to run, to push him away because I already felt too much for him. But I couldn’t walk away from Gray and not only because he was really good with bondage. If he broke my heart at least I’ll have loved someone, just once.
I nodded.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said almost reverently. He stood and moved to the end of the bed. His hands ran up my legs and I sighed because it felt good and warm everywhere he touched me.
I let my head fall back. “You can let me out, Gray. I won’t fight you.”
He raised my foot up in his hand. “Hell no, Kelsey. I got you where I want you. Like I said, I’d tie your legs to the post, too, but I have plans for them. I’ll go easy on you tonight, but eventually I intend to introduce you to some…exotic play.”
“Just how kinky are you, Grayson Sloane?”
His lips tugged up in a dirty little grin. “I have a kink or two, but I promise you’ll like them.”
“Are you one of those dominant people who’ll expect me to kiss your feet and call you master?” We needed to get that straight right off the bat. I wouldn’t be doing any of that. I was willing to discuss other things, but the master bit was not negotiable.
“If you’re asking if I want to be in charge, then yes. I want to be in firm control of our sex life. I get the feeling I won’t be in control of anything else. I’ll want to tie you up and eventually I want to spank that pretty ass of yours. I know what I’m doing. I will never ask you to kiss my feet, Kelsey,” he promised as he held mine. “But I will always kiss yours.”
He sucked my toe into his mouth and I gasped. I had never thought of my toe being even vaguely erotic, but I had been wrong. He flipped me over on my belly, the restraint he’d improvised twisting smoothly and allowing the action.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you. Are you going to ask me a question every two minutes?” He licked and kissed his way up my calf. When he got to the back of my knees, he pressed his tongue there and I nearly came off the bed. “Because if you are, then I’m thinking about getting you a gag.”
“That’s rude,” I said even as I squirmed under his assault. One hand firmly caressed my ass. I tried to breathe, to get enough oxygen into my lungs that they would start to function again.
He kissed up the length of my spine, running his tongue along my curves as though he was prepared to taste every inch of me. There was nothing for me to do but lie there and let him worship me. That’s what it felt like. It felt like adoration, like I was worthy. Yes, what was happening was sexual, but Gray was right. There was so much more to it.
He flipped me over again and when I glanced down, his face hovered on my pussy. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes but not before I saw a rush of satisfaction.
“Spread your legs for me, Kelsey.” He was up on his knees and I could barely take my eyes off the sight of that big cock jutting out proudly from between his legs. It curved about halfway up his flat stomach. His hand came out and stroked it up and down while he waited for me to comply.
I knew what he wanted. I wasn’t sure it was something I wanted to do. I hadn’t liked it at all the one time a guy had tried it on me. It was awkward and he’d bitten me a little too hard.
“I don’t like that.” I pressed my legs firmly together.
“I didn’t ask you what you liked,” Gray said and I could feel he was being patient with me and that his patience was rapidly coming to an end. “I told you to spread your legs. You promised to trust me. Give me two minutes. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. Now, obey me and spread your legs or that exotic play might come sooner than you think.”
His voice had reached a dark, deep place and I was fairly certain he’d threatened to spank me. Though I certainly wouldn’t have admitted it to him at the time, the idea kind of got me hot, too.