The Tantric Principle(9)

Arianna opened her mouth to argue, then surrendered. Grant answered things in his own time. As impatient as she was, he symbolized patience. As much as she liked to control, he fostered surrender. They were complete opposites and would never work out long term. But for now, she’d go with the flow and let Grant set the pace.



Arianna sipped her coffee and strode into the bathroom. The hot water pulsed against each sore muscle and she moaned in pleasure. Lifting her head up to the spray, she closed her eyes and breathed in and out, enjoying the luxury of the four shower heads that covered every inch of her in massaging water.



Her eyes flew open when hard hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back.



His muscled chest pressed against her. His jutting manhood settled in between her naked buttocks. With one foot, he kicked her legs apart so she was open to both the water and his hands.



“What are you doing?” Her voice seemed torn from her throat. “We’ll be late.”



“We have time. Shhh, let me wash you.”



He lathered the soap between his hands and slipped down her shoulders, using gentle circular motions as he slowly coated her in bubbles. Her breasts were massaged, his thumbs tweaking her hard nipples and bringing a moan to her lips. He continued over her body, easing her sore muscles until a low fire simmered in her center; a fire that grew steadier as those hands washed her back, her belly, her thighs.



Arianna surrendered to his hands and to whatever he wanted to do to her, feeling almost like a concubine, wanting only to give him pleasure with her body and anything else he wanted to take.



“Grant.” His name tore from her lips as his hands washed the curls between her legs, his fingers gently slipping into her own wetness, moving his slick hand back and forth in a slow steady motion.



She arched back and gave him full access, feeling the heat climb over every inch of her body, waiting for him to take her, to drive his hard cock deep inside so she could. . . .



The water washed the bubbles away and he turned her around to face him. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, his tongue gently probing her wet mouth while his hard length settled at her entrance to tease her. The taste of coffee and male hunger swamped her senses. She held onto his damp shoulders and urged him on.



Slowly, ever so slowly, he eased away from the kiss, his fingers caressing her face, his gaze so hot his eyes deepened to an inky black, luring her in.



Then he stepped back.



Arianna blinked, fighting insanity as her body leapt madly for him to finish what he started. “Grant?”



“I’m not finishing this yet, Arianna. Tantra is about building the sexual energy between a couple, riding the waves as they come, but not always surrendering.” He stepped forward at her obvious confusion and roughly pushed a thumb over her swollen lips in a gesture of possession.

“I want you to think about my hands on you all day. I want you to remember how many times I made you come last night. I want you to imagine what it’s going to be like when I get you alone again. Sexual tension is great foreplay, but you have to have enough control to play.” Grant flashed a wolfish grin. “I happen to have enough control. And I know you do. You are a worthy partner.”



She shook her head as the water poured down over her. Every nerve ending was jumping and alert, her clit felt swollen and uncomfortable, her breasts heavy and ripe. “I don’t think I like this game,” she muttered.



His eyes gleamed. “You will. Your body is a playground, baby, and I intend to play for a long time. Not just one night in a free for all.” He stepped away. “Get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”



He left and Arianna was alone.











Bastard.



She glared at the man who sexually tortured her, but only received a sly wink back which made things worse. Her body throbbed with unfulfilled longing. Her belly felt like it was on the edge of a roller coaster hill, all tight with anticipation. The whole episode was ridiculous. There was no reason to feel this way when satisfaction was available. Tantra sucked.



She rolled up her yoga mat and cleaned up the studio. It had been a productive session, even with her body buzzing out of control. The students were excited and Arianna felt confident she had demonstrated the asanas correctly and helped Grant promote his school.



She had planned to drive back to New York tonight, but since circumstances had changed considerably with her teacher, she decided to stay. She craved one more night in his bed. She’s already called into the office a few times during the day, but the upcoming week symbolized hell. The launching of an account took months of planning for a creative team, and her schedule would be pretty tight. She wondered if Grant wanted to keep seeing her when they returned home. The stray thought nagged at her. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had confused her. Usually, she knew exactly what type of relationship she was getting into and easily controlled them. Arianna enjoyed being the dominant partner, and men usually had no problem with her role. Grant was the first man to push back.