“What is it, Joanna?”
“I was wondering if you meant it earlier. When you said you wanted to tie me up with my own dress.” I swallowed. I saw the dark desire in his eyes, and I knew he was serious, but I had to hear it again.
He grabbed me hard, by the wrist and pulled me into him. “Do you want to know the truth, Joanna?”
I swallowed. “Yes,” the word came out in a dry whisper as I found to wet my throat. Just being this close to him was taking away all my sanity.
“I’m a fucking monster, Jo.”
I shook my head. That couldn’t be true. I’d seen how kind he was to others.
“No, I am I want to tie you up, I want to spank you. Hard.” His growl deepened as he gripped me tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh.
I squirmed just thinking about it. “Greyson-“
“I want to make you scream and squeeze your thighs together in pain and ecstasy. I want to make you feel everything all at once. I want to be in control.” His chest heaved as he let out the last words, his true intent known.
And it filled me with more excitement than dread. So I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself to him. “I want what you want.”
“You’ll wish you didn’t.” His eyes flashed, but a hungry smile replaced it. He threaded his hand through my hair and gave it a yank, pulling me close to him. My lip trembled in response.
“I want to taste you, Joanna.” Greyson hiked up the skirt of my dress and slid my panties to the side dipping his fingers into me again. I moaned as he did it, but he grinned. “First, I want you to taste yourself.”
I looked at him a little shocked then shook my head. “No, it’s dirty.”
“It’s sweet. Taste yourself, Jo.” He held his fingers to my lips, and I took them him to my mouth, sucking on them like he told me to. It was sweet, and salty and surprisingly arousing. Fuck. I clung to him a little harder.
“Last time, the first time. I fucked you too fast. I took what I wanted, and I didn’t think about all the things I could do to you. This time, it’ll be different.” He nuzzled my neck and kissed along my flesh. “Maybe then I’ll get you out of my fucking head.” It sounded like he was tormented. Like he was begging more than suggesting.
I had a feeling we were both past that point. He grabbed me and pulled me into him, his lips crashed against mine as he came down on them. He was greedy for me. Greedy for more. He wasn’t the only one. We fought with each other for a moment. I pushed against him, my teeth scraping against him. I breathed him in, one breath, two. I couldn’t get enough of him of that beautiful escape his body promised.
“So,” I asked slowly when I disentangled myself from him. “Do you have a special room or something here?”
He looked at me then he laughed. Actually laughed at me. “What, you mean like a dungeon or some shit? No. I don’t have a ‘special room’ anything I am going to do to you will be done in my bed.” The deep resonance in his voice scared me more than if he said he had a special room.
I swallowed. Hard.
“Fuck, Jo. I can’t wait anymore.” He grabbed me and shoved me against the glass wall of his condo that overlooked the harbor. I let out a moan as he slipped his hands up my dress and grabbed my underwear, pulling them off. “I don’t know why you wear these. They always seem to get soaked when we are together.” He glided his hand over my mound and found my center, showing me exactly what he meant.
“You are fucking slick as hell,” he murmured into my hair. He pulled my skirt up further, exposing me.
“What if someone sees?” I asked in a pant. My mind was racing, and I was fighting for any control. Even a little bit.
If anyone was looking, they just looked out of their condo, they’d see my ass plastered against the glass, my skirt hiked all the way up around my waist. Fuck. Just thinking about it made me even more wet.
“Then they get a free fucking show.” He thrust his fingers inside of me, and I moaned, slamming my back against that giant window. “You think they don’t do the same thing? Fuck in front of this big ass window so that the whole world can see. I want them to see. See that you’re mine.”
His. The words shot through me and enveloped me in warmth. He claimed me, maybe just for the night, but it meant something. It meant he thought about me. That he desired me. And fuck if that didn’t make me even hotter.
I arched my neck as he kissed down it, his fingers thrusting in and out of me. It was good, so fucking good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him. More of him.
All of him.
He left me, and I moaned as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was so strong he did it without any effort, kissing me deeply before carrying me away from with window.