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  Grayson didn't move. He didn't budge, or flinch. He just held her with purpose. Lucy could feel her body responding, slowly unfurling like a flower opening to the warm rays of the sun. Only she was sure that she was something far less graceful than a flower, and the heat of his hand was warmer than the sun.

  She felt the primal throb of her heartbeat in her damp needy sex. She couldn't help the whimper the knowledge of that heartbeat released from the back of her throat.

  The high pitch moaning whine seemed to be the cue he was waiting for because it had no sooner escaped, and he was shifting his hand beneath the now saturated front panel of her panties.

  His hands were thick and muscled; their slightly calloused texture rasped against the soft flesh of her pubic mound.

  Without hesitation or further invite his middle finger slid through her copious desire catching on the hard nub of her clitoris.

  She bit hard on her lower lip, her teeth leaving deep indents in the plump flesh. One finger became two and she felt the sharp sting of under used muscles stretching in protest.

  "Relax" He coaxed as he pressed deeper curling his fingers inward in a come-hither motion.

  He'd found her g-spot and with little effort was prodding her relentlessly towards an earth-shattering climax. As her body coiled tighter, she felt her ass slide against the wood of the barstool.

  It brought reality crashing back in like the ringing of a bell reverberating inside her head. Her eyes popped open and she couldn't remember closing them. Panic gripped her as she realized there was a patio door just to their left. The panes of glass were bare, and while she didn't think that there would be many neighbours to come seek a peek, the idea of being on display for anyone passing by made shame rear its ugly head.

  With his free hand Grayson gripped the back of her neck bringing them eye to eye.

  "Don't think. Just come." His words demanded to be obeyed and as Grayson continued to thrust and curl his fingers inside of her Lucy was amazed and a little embarrassed at the wet sounds that accompanied his movements.

  One moment she was thinking about the implications of what that noise meant and the next she was flying apart only moments after she registered his growled "Now!"

  Stars burst in brilliant light and color behind her closed lids as the keening wail that sounded nothing like her, tore from her vocal cords.

  She sagged against him, her head resting against his shoulder, blood roaring in her ears. Her breath rasped heavily from her lungs as she desperately sucked in air.

  As her heart rate returned to normal, she became aware of two things simultaneously. One the evidence of her climax was slick and cooling against her skin. It wasn't a comfortable sensation, and two he was aroused. Probably painfully so since it seemed that he'd filled out his jeans and was straining against the fly.

  She fidgeted nervously and he gave her the stern look she was quickly becoming used to.

  "I need to — May I go wash up?" She'd posed it as a question. Slipping into a role she’d long forgotten. She couldn't answer why she hadn't just stood up from the chair and gone to the bathroom, but the pleasure that shone in his eyes when she asked for permission brought her an unexpected reflection of pleasure.

  "No."

  The gratification faded, quickly replaced with a flare of stubbornness. Lucy was about to argue when his hand dropped to the button on his jeans. Instead of forming an argument, her mouth dried like cotton.

  His zipper lowered slowly. So slowly she could hear the teeth releasing one at a time. Suddenly her mouth wasn't dry anymore. Now she was salivating.

  Her hunger must have shown clearly in her eyes because he gave her that wicked sly wink, she was quickly growing accustomed to and lifted her from the stool.

  Hard linoleum floor bit into her knees, but she couldn't muster the will to care as he lowered the soft worn denim of his jeans.

  If he wore underwear, she never saw them. He was simply clothed one moment, and gloriously naked the next.

  She licked her lips, and a small grumbling noise escaped his throat. That minute fracture in his control seemed to shift something inside of him, and Lucy found her wrists suddenly gripped behind her back.

  "Lean back but don't let your ass touch your heels." His voice was gruff. "Good, now spread your knees apart and arch your back."

  She fell into the pose he wanted, and she could imagine how it would feel if she were naked.

  Even clothed her breasts were thrust forward, without panties her pussy would be on display for him open, and exposed. The realization sent a shiver of desire and apprehension racing though her in equal measure.

  He used one hand to hold both of her wrists captive while the other kept a firm grip on her neck at the base of her skull.

  She knew what was coming and the knowledge sent a fresh flood of moisture to her pussy.

  Lucy opened her mouth, and Grayson slid in as if the movement had been choreographed.

  He was both long and thick. Before long the combination soon had her jaw aching, but she tried her best to take as much of him as possible the desire to please him spurring her on.

  In the beginning when he urged her to suck him, the hand on the back of her neck had simply been holding her study, but when she tried to pull back he held firm and began guiding her mouth controlling her movements as easily as if they were his own.

  She raised her eyes silently pleading for him to relent but he continued. Until tears stung the corners of her eyes and her gag reflex had her choking around him.

  Only then did he slow down at all. He pulled back slightly allowing her time to breathe and collect herself before moving forward again coaxing her to swallow his length.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  "Relax your jaw, you keep tensing up." Grayson watched the tears leak slowly from the corners of her eyes and his heart tripped in his chest. He moved his hand from the back of her neck to her cheek and rubbed along her jaw. He took pity on her and slid his cock slowly from between her lips. He let go of her wrists and brought her hands around from behind her back. He could clearly see pressure marks of his fingers where he had held too tightly.

  He hadn't meant to mark her. He reminded himself that with her fair coloring he'd have to be very cautious with the amount of pressure he used when disciplining her.

  "Sorry darlin’." He stroked softly over the pink skin “I got a little out of control there. Do you want to stop?” He placed a gentle kiss on the now faded marks.

  “No. It’s just – it’s been a while. I’m out of practice.” She flushed with embarrassment.

  “Here, lets try something a little different.” He suggested waiting for her to nod before he tilted her head to the angle that would best suit his purpose. He ran his fingers over her cheeks and jaw, slowly rubbing the tensed muscles until he felt her relax her muscles becoming more pliable again.

  He slid back into the heat of her mouth an inch at a time, but he was still only able to fit about halfway before she gagged again.

  "You did very well." He praised before continuing "We'll keep working on it." He smiled knowing the mischievous grin would make her blush and was pleased when his actions produced the desired results. Her blush was so strong he could feel the heat of it on her skin.

  “I think I’ll disappoint you there. You aren’t a small man. I doubt I’ll master the skill to handle you in one weekend.”

  "Come on, let's get you dressed and go pick up your stuff from the hotel." Grayson helped her stand keeping a protective arm around her when her knees wobbled. She'd been kneeling too long. He silently reprimanded himself for not taking that into consideration. He’d blundered a few times with her and would have to make sure it didn’t become a habit. It had just been a long time since he'd taken such a novice under his wing. Hell it had been a long time since he’d been with someone seasoned too and he was out of practice. She would suffer for his oversight and that made guilt turn, souring his stomach.

  Grayson led her back to his room and hel
ped her back into her dress from the previous day.

  He imagined she was experiencing a touch of embarrassment over her "walk of shame" and he would have given her something to wear but the smallest sweatpants or boxers he owned would have slid right off of her narrow hips.

  "It's such a shame to allow you to put clothes on again darlin’."

  "Allow me?” her voice rose several octaves and Grayson did his best to hide his amusement.

  "Careful there. Remember the rules." She caught her plump lower lip between worried teeth and Grayson couldn't help himself; he leaned in quickly catching her unaware, and stole a kiss.

  He'd bet his prized mare that she had the softest lips he’d ever kissed. He couldn't wait to kiss other, much softer parts of her body he'd only begun to explore with his touch.

  The thought alone had him hardening in his pants again reminding him painfully that though she'd come and found some relief, he had not. A situation he would fix as soon as possible. He wanted nothing more than to lay her out before him, a feast for his senses but he refused to rush.

  When he had slid his hand down her panties cupping her pussy and found her overheated bare flesh, he'd just about swallowed his tongue. The desire to lick along those smooth lips was almost overpowering. He had bit back a groan when she came in a wet flood against his hand.

  A lot of women didn't realize they could ejaculate like that and based on her reaction she was one of them.

  All of the things he wanted to do to her swirled in his head, making him crazy, but he forced himself to have a measure of the control he demanded out of his subs. If he went too quickly, she'd spook like a wild animal.

  HE HAD SWIFTLY and efficiently helped her collect her belongings from the hotel room she'd booked for the weekend. It was done so smoothly that Lucy didn't have time to worry or panic about whether she was making the right decision.

  She found it very freeing to allow him to take the reins and guide her through the experiences they'd shared so far. Lucy had spent her whole life maintaining control having had very little control as a child but the lifestyle she had chosen held very real consequences.

  Lucy often felt like she was two people both of whom were constantly at war with one another. When she was with Grayson though it seemed that conflict didn't exist.

  When they arrived back at his place, Lucy was amazed at its large size. She had been too intoxicated to notice the night before and too embarrassed to look this morning but now that she was able to take it all in, she realized it was bigger and more extensive than she originally thought.

  "What is it you do again? I know you mentioned it,“ A twinge of guilt swept through her, and she felt like a slut. She had been on her knees for this man, but she couldn't recall what he did to bring in a pay cheque. It was shameful.

  "Aside from own and operate an extremely successful sex club you mean?” He chuckled, “I breed and train horses." He opened the door and gently prodded her inside. "I'll give you a tour later." The lock sounded with a distinctive click and Lucy watched heat flare in Grayson's eyes and her own desire surged in response.

  She didn't resist when he led her to the middle of the living room instead, she watched meekly as he lowered the zipper on his jeans and allowed his pants to drop to the floor.

  He seated himself comfortably on the couch then seemed to regard her in a thoughtful manner, almost as if testing her.

  His one eyebrow rose as he continued to regard her silently and suddenly, she realized it was a test. Anger flooded her system. He dropped his pants and she was supposed to what? Fall at his feet like an eager puppy? No, she wouldn’t do it; she wouldn’t demean herself for him.

  “You’re here because you chose to be.” He reminded her gently.

  “I didn’t choose this. To fall at your feet like some brainwashed harem girl, and you’ve given me no choice I’m stuck here now. My room - ”

  “Your room is exactly where we left it merely without your belonging in it. You can go back there now if you want. You’re not a prisoner here. I’m not holding you against your will. I want you here because you want to be here. I want you to do things outside of your comfort zone because bending to my will brings you pleasure.”

  He didn’t say anything further and Lucy realized he was waiting for her to decide. Stay or go. He wouldn’t sway her. She looked at him and the banked desire was obvious in his features, yet he exercised perfect control of himself while he waited and as she watched sweat bead on his brow, she realized she wanted to break his careful control.

  She scrambled to stand in front of his spread thighs glancing only briefly at his hard-swollen cock demanding her attention. She dropped to her knees before him, trying to keep the movement as graceful as she could manage.

  She allowed her knees to fall open and arched her back assuming the position he'd taught her this morning. Her thighs ached in silent protest, but she maintained the stance waiting for his praise or next demand.

  "Good. Now, one of us has had the benefit of an orgasm today, and one of us has not. Don't you think you'd ought to do something about that?" He slipped so easily into the role of dom that it made her do a double take, but it was also that ease that made her pick up the mantle of submission effortlessly without any of the shame she normally associated with how she felt about it.

  "Yes, Sir." The term slipped from her lips easily and Grayson grinned.

  "Oh, I like that." His fingers trailed gently along her cheek and jaw in a soft soothing caress in stark contrast to his blatant words. “Suck me."

  The commanding tone had her shivering and she instantly went to work pulling him into her mouth with firm suction.

  "Don't worry about trying to deep throat my entire length. I don’t want you hurting all weekend and as I promised we will work on those skills later. For now, just show me what that mouth can do."

  His smug tone had anger bubbling in her veins again. How dare he speak to her like that? Treating her like she was his whore.

  The reality of the situation slapped her in the face, and she shame she normally felt crept in. She was on her knees waiting to pleasure him. Just like a whore. She let her teeth scrape the tender underside of the flared head of his penis.

  She wouldn't let him manipulate her like he was. She wasn't a whore. Lucy pushed her old self doubt and depreciation away. She was a strong independent woman and she was on her knees because she wanted to be. Not because he'd ordered her there. She let her teeth rake against him a second time.

  Grayson hissed his displeasure through clenched teeth, but Lucy didn't feel the least bit contrite. She allowed her teeth to scrape him again this time harder.

  "Careful darlin' you're wracking up punishments faster than you can possibly realize, and don't try to play it all innocent either. I've been in your mouth. Farther than this, and I know you can avoid scraping me with your teeth."

  At his words Lucy's emotions flipped unexpectedly. She adjusted her form wrapping her lips around her teeth to avoid hitting him with any rough edges. She doubled her efforts determined to show him that she did indeed have a talented mouth. She was shocked at her waffling behaviour; one minute she was angry and wanted to rebel and the next all she wanted to do was satisfy him.

  The idea that he would be tallying up punishments hadn't crossed her mind and now she was nervous about what he would do to her.

  "Stop thinking about your punishment, stop thinking about how being on your knees for me grates on you. You are powerful and sexy, and I’m literally putty in your hands. Focus on pleasing me." He ordered as if he'd read her mind.

  When he came Lucy was tempted to pull back. She’d never liked to swallow during oral sex. She usually didn't do it preferring to use oral sex merely as a form of foreplay. At most she would finish her partner off using her hand.

  Grayson didn't allow her that option, she was bobbing her head licking in quick steady motion and before she could think to pull away her mouth was stuffed full and he was coming.

 
; She was surprised he wasn't as bitter or acidic as one of her past lovers; instead he reminded her of brackish water but slick and thicker. It wasn't unpleasant at all and she licked her lower lip when finished.

  Grayson tugged his jeans back into place but left them unbuttoned while he pulled her to her feet quickly removing the shorts she'd changed into when they stopped at the hotel.

  Cool air caressed her exposed skin and she silently cursed wearing another thong.

  Grayson quickly tilted her over his lap. The position sent blood rushing into her brain. He rubbed his palm along the exposed curve of her ass cheeks and Lucy tried not to flinch.

  It was clear he was going to spank her, and she tensed in anticipation of the first blow every time he raised his hand.

  "That's right you're going to take your punishment. It's better when it's not hanging over either of our heads. Don't tense up though it will only make it hurt worse." His tone was gentle and caring, and she would have laughed had she been an outsider looking in but instead she trembled perched on his lap. The denim of his jeans was rough against her overly sensitive nerve endings.

  GRAYSON WATCHED HER tremble and tense in his lap, it tugged at his heart. Something he hadn't expected and wasn't sure he was equipped to deal with.

  He hadn't had a steady sub since Julia had left him and though he played at the club from time to time, none of his scenes were very elaborate or serious.

  Grayson adjusted her so that Lucy was curled in his lap instead of laying across it.

  She looked at him with watery blue eyes and he knew the anticipation was eating her. Her mind was coming up with scenarios for how much it would hurt, and it was cruel to prolong the moment, but he couldn't continue as originally planned.

  "You wanted to be here, remember?" he asked her gently, reaffirming their conversation before she’d given him head.

  "I know." She wouldn't quite meet his eyes instead focusing somewhere in the area of his chin or throat.

  "You don't have to do this. We can stop. You can stay in the guest room, go to the ceremony, and then go home. Or I can take you back to the hotel. I won't do this unless you're sure. I don't want any misunderstanding afterward."