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  He hadn't cared about Marcus or Jackson both of whom were standing only feet from him. They had waved off his restraining hand, giving him a pointed look. They both knew in that moment that he wanted her. They had allowed her to chastise them and waltz out, but she hadn't gone alone; she'd taken a tiny piece of him with her when she'd stomped out.

  Now that he had her he didn't want to let her go. Not without fully exploring every inch of her first.

  He could feel the heat of her pussy through his clothing as she rocked her pelvis against him. He knew she wasn't wearing any panties and that only made him want to lower the zipper on his pants and take her hard and fast, but they had some things to clear up if the weekend was going to continue as intended.

  Grayson gently separated their bodies. He took a deep breath to compose himself, to calm and center himself so that he could focus on her. When he had his own responses under control he spoke.

  "Strip." He waited for her to comply watching as she peeled the dress down her body before continuing "Kneel.”

  Grayson waited for her to sink slowly to her knees where he had set her down in the bedroom before he adjusted her stance to widen her legs.

  She still had the murderous glare in her eyes but there was also heat and desire banked there as well. So, as he moulded her into the position, he wanted. He spoke, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time.

  "You were perfectly safe this evening. We were in a room full of people who play scenes like that all the time. No one would have noticed you flashing that beautiful pussy at me. Even if they did notice no one would comment on what a hot little slut I'd brought with me."

  He tossed out the term suspecting what her reaction would be. Grayson figured it wouldn't be a favourable response. When she cringed, he was proven correct.

  "There are reasons you have your safe words, Lucy. They protect you, and me from pushing your boundaries too far. You probably have hard limits, and we never discussed those. That's my fault and I truly apologize, but I never imagined that with us spending so little time together we'd come up against one of yours."

  At her confused look, Grayson quickly explained that a hard limit was something that she was not willing to do, or to allow him to do under any circumstances. He also explained that in long term relationships hard limits were discussed from time to time and re-evaluated. Grayson watched her press her lips into a thin, tight line. There was clearly something she wanted to say, but no amount of prodding had her confessing. Grayson took a guess.

  "You don't much like the word slut or probably other terms meant to make you feel dirty. So, we'll just put those on your limits list for now."

  At her brief nod he smiled before continuing. "It is vital that you tell me what is going on in that pretty head of yours. Even if we're only playing for the weekend this kind of sex takes a lot more communication and work than regular old lights off missionary sex." He smiled when she blushed, her gaze guilt filled, and he knew he had her pegged.

  Grayson gazed down at Lucy as she knelt before him, taking in her peaceful expression once she'd settled before him. He began to touch her, now that she had totally calmed and seemed ready to continue.

  He started by running his hands up her arms lightly, tracing the freckles he found across her collarbone, and he had a brief flash of longing to see his collar around her graceful delicate neck.

  The desire caught him unaware. The thought made his breath catch. It had been a while since he'd played with anyone seriously. Even then he'd never felt the desire to collar a submissive full time.

  He pushed the troubling thoughts away to focus instead on the physical sensations she caused.

  He leaned forward and flicked his tongue against the fragile collarbone he'd been obsessing about before gliding up the column of her throat. He bit down lightly taking her pulse point into his mouth until he could feel her heart beating between his teeth.

  He sucked, gently at first and then with more hunger. There would be a deep love bite on her neck in the morning, he didn't care. He wanted to mark her as his and if not by his collar then by his hickey.

  She moaned and tilted her head, giving him total access to the tender skin of her throat. The small show of surrender made Grayson want to whoop with joy, but he clamped down on the urge. She was perfection in the slave pose, her body open to his every whim.

  Grayson tweaked her nipples lovingly when the tips hardened further their soft pink hue deepening to a blushing rose, then deeper as blood rushed to the stimulated area.

  The sound that tore from Lucy's throat was low and filled with need. His cock thickened further in answer to her demand. His hands leisurely explored her curves before possessively cupping her sex. The wetness he found on her folds had him grinning.

  "Stand." Grayson issued the command and exerted a tiny bit of pressure where he held her. Lucy stood, albeit not as flawlessly as he would normally demand from someone he played with, but there was a natural fluidity in her movement that he found sexy as hell.

  Once standing, Grayson scooped her up, depositing her on the bed. He stretched her across the bed lashing her wrists together with a length of soft silken rope. It wouldn't mar her skin unless she squirmed or tugged too hard on the rope. After the rope was in place Grayson watched her chest rise and fall in rapid succession as panic tried to settle in.

  He could also see the added awareness that the rope provided. It was a tactile reminder that she'd given over control of her body. She had trusted him to take the reins and lead her as she walked the razor edge of pleasurable pain.

  Grayson watched as she mastered herself, gaining a firm grip on the panic that she felt. He watched her breathing slow into a more natural rhythm, and when he felt she had control he went to work to tear away that hard won control again.

  THE PRESSURE OF the ropes on her wrists was a completely foreign sensation, and though he'd warned her not to struggle against the ropes she couldn't resist testing their strength.

  Grayson made a low tisk noise in his throat and held her arm still. Stroking over the exposed flesh of her arms.

  "I'd love to tie you up in rope until you could barely move. The knots would look amazing against your skin." He whispered the words next to her ear. The low sensual tone had her belly flipping over itself.

  Lucy couldn't wait for him to be inside her. She could feel the hard length of his sex pulsing against her thigh behind the soft fabric of his dress pants. She couldn't understand why he continued to wait, why he didn't just take her. The anticipation was driving her crazy.

  Grayson slipped a soft blindfold over her eyes. It was almost a relief when darkness enclosed her. She stopped worrying about having the wrong expression on her face or doing the wrong thing. She was able to focus solely on the tactile experiences he created for her. There was the lightest brush trailed over her ribs and across her stomach to swirl into her bellybutton.

  Lucy was quickly coming to realize that Grayson usually followed up his gentle caresses with something with a bit more edge. The next item was spiky and dragged over the distended tissue of her pebbled nipple. He followed up the prickly pinwheel sensation with the heat of his mouth and soft lapping of his tongue.

  Lucy bucked raising her hips off the bed when he stabbed at her with the point of his tongue before letting her feel the sharp contours of his teeth.

  An intensely cold and wet sensation slid over the blood engorged lips of her sex and after her shriek of surprise dulled to a low mewling, Lucy was able to wonder where he had gotten the ice from.

  Grayson's thick fingers parted the lips of her pussy and he delicately stroked one side of her clit and then the other as he avoided the over sensitized tip.

  Lucy planted her feet on the mattress and arched her back to draw him in closer. A soft tickle bushed over her belly again and this time over her upper thighs. A barely there touch like the delicate flutter of butterfly wings.

  It took a moment but even without sight Lucy recognized it as a feather.
The touch was so gentle and tender that it made the next sharp sensation that much harsher.

  Tiny metal pin pricks traced a path along her exposed skin and Lucy sucked in a lung full of air holding her breath until she was sure she was about to burst like an over filled balloon.

  She would burst too if those tiny pin pricks had anything to say about it. The breath she'd been holding whooshed out from between her teeth in a long slithering hiss. It was on the tip of her tongue to blurt out red and call a stop to this whole crazy mess.

  As if sensing her turmoil Grayson paused. Lucy could still feel the cold bite of the metal but there was no pressure behind the touch and Grayson held completely still.

  "Talk to me." He demanded of her. When she stayed silent his words softened slightly. "Does it really feel so bad darlin’?"

  She shook her head. "No but it's not comfortable either." There was a hint of sass that she couldn't hide, and it made him chuckle.

  "It isn't supposed to be." He said, before Lucy could guess his intent the tiny pin pricks began again.

  He ran the tool he used up over her quivering belly then over the curve of each breast.

  When he repeated that move, Lucy refused to breathe. He came closer and closer to her nipple and the anticipation of the sting followed by the soft swipe of his tongue was almost more than she could stand.

  Her skin gleamed with a fine covering of sweat and her heart pounded sending her blood to pound forcefully in her temples. Moisture seeped from her and Lucy was mortified to realize just how much.

  The tiny pin pricks ran directly over the taunt flesh of her nipple and Lucy bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. She clamped her thighs together to ease the need pulsing through her, but it did no good.

  He licked her tortured nipple and she nearly sobbed. When he repeated the two movements — tiny points that he rolled across her nipples and the skin of her breasts like fire ants biting her, followed by the soothing velvet swipe of his tongue she whimpered and arched under his touch.

  She opened her mouth to beg. For him to stop, or for him to continue. She wasn't certain but then he spread her legs farther apart and teased her with those metal spokes across the plump lips of her sex.

  She screamed and came, her muscles ached from clamping down. She was desperate to have him inside her.

  When he flicked his tongue over the sensitized knot of her clitoris her head swam. Her mouth was dry. Her voice hoarse from shouting and she had to lick her lips twice before she could speak.

  "Please, stop teasing me."

  He gave a little chuckle that was so sexy it made her body shiver.

  "I haven't begun to tease you yet. That was only one. I think you can come again before I bury my cock in you."

  His words heated her cheeks, but her pussy spasmed again with the anticipation of more pleasure and she was glad he wasn't touching her intimately.

  He didn't touch her for several minutes other than to stroke the skin of her arms and throat allowing the intense feelings from her orgasm to die away.

  When he did touch her again, he slipped his fingers inside her still wet heated flesh curving in such a way that she knew he was aiming for her g-spot.

  "Oh, you look so pretty tied to my bed, clinging around my fingers. Your body is begging me to make you come again."

  He flicked his fingers a few times in a firm come hither motion and Lucy could feel the pressure build. It became apparent that she was going to come quickly and if the first time he did this had been any indication she was going to make a mess.

  Lucy felt embarrassment heat her cheeks, but the flood of moisture seemed to be what Grayson wanted, if the hot words of encouragement he growled in her ear was any indication.

  She gave up the struggle to hold back her responses. She stopped trying to make her orgasm more ladylike, more controlled. As soon as she relaxed her body exploded, Grayson pushing her to another intense orgasm.

  After several minutes of gasping for breath as she recovered Lucy cringed. She could feel the fluid on her thighs and the sheets wet beneath her. She listened as Grayson shifted on bed next to her and wished she could see his face to gage his reaction.

  She squirmed hoping to loosen the blindfold, but Grayson obviously knew his knots the damn blindfold wouldn't budge.

  "Just stay still Lucy, I'll turn you loose when I'm ready."

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  GRAYSON STOOD AND held back a chuckle when his shifting weight caused Lucy to gasp. His beautiful little sub was so tuned in to his every movement she reacted to the slightest sound.

  Grayson turned away from her alluring body focusing his mind on one of the things he prized above all others; the after care he provided his sexual partners after a scene helped to center and ground him. There was nothing that could compare to satisfying all a woman's physical needs, tearing away her inhibitions and caring for her emotional state in the aftermath. It was a primal feeling he couldn't fully explain but it made him feel complete.

  He hurried from the bathroom with a warm wet washcloth and ointment. Sitting on the edge of the bed he proceeded to wipe the sticky fluid from Lucy's thighs. Grayson kept her blindfolded knowing it kept her off balance; allowed her to give into what she was feeling without so much embarrassment.

  Her skin appeared luminous against his navy-blue sheets. He enjoyed the sight of her arms stretched above her head restrained to his headboard. The black ropes provided a sharp contrast against her pale skin.

  Once he'd cleaned her thighs, he patted her dry and began stroking her body again. He laughed when her skin quivered under his hands and she moaned.

  She was primed and he had no doubt he could give her another two or three orgasms easily, but his dick chose that moment to remind him that he'd been sorely neglected.

  He ached to be inside the snug flesh he'd only felt clenching around his fingers, pulsing against his mouth. He had wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on her, but she had resisted him. Lucy pulled back as if she recognized something in him that would conquer something inside of her.

  He couldn't wait any longer. His fingers gently worked the knot of the blindfold loose. He smoothed her sweat damp curls off her forehead and stared into her eyes.

  He lowered his head and fused their lips together in a deep, searing kiss. When he raised his head again her eyes were filled with need and a touch of fear.

  Grayson captured and held her gaze as he lowered his hands to the fastening on his pants. She'd seen him bare but tied up his size often elicited a different response from the opposite sex.

  He watched her lashes flutter and her throat work in a thick swallow as his pants and then boxers hit the floor at his feet.

  In a smooth movement he had a condom packet torn open and the condom rolled over his length.

  Grayson knelt on the bed at Lucy's feet and watched her tug the ropes binding her to the headboard.

  "Careful Lucy, you're going to leave rope burn on your wrists if you don't stop pulling." He leaned over as he spoke gently checking the rope and feeling her fingers. They were warm and her circulation was good. The rope wasn't too tight, but she did have a red line forming where she had tugged.

  It wasn't serious and the ointment he'd brought into the room would sooth it, so he abandoned the ropes and parted her thighs to arrange his body between them.

  Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to untie me?" Her voice shook just slightly. It was enough to have Grayson pausing.

  "What's your color Lucy?"

  He watched as her face scrunched up for a moment and he knew she was trying to recall what he was talking about.

  "Green." The whispered word was music to his ears, and he lowered between her thighs until his face was level with her glistening flesh.

  "I could eat you all day." As if to prove his words he swiped his tongue along her folds, lapping at the renewed moisture he found there. "I'd like to bury my tongue in all this sweet cream you keep making for me." He punctuated his words by s
inking his tongue deep. "I just want to nibble right here." His teeth grazed her clit.

  "Ugh, please!" She begged bucking her hips off the bed.

  "That's it babe, give me one more and then you can have this hard cock." He flicked her clit again and she sobbed in frustration. "Come for me Lucy. Come now." His fingers rubbed her clit furiously, pumped in once. It was his words that unlocked the waiting orgasm. The last word left his mouth and she flew apart.

  "That's a good girl." He praised, while he waited for her body to quiet again. When her vision cleared, he smiled down at her.

  Grayson held her gaze as he aligned his latex covered cock with her tender opening. He pushed in slowly knowing that they would only ever experience this first time once. He savoured the feel of her aroused flesh clinging around him.

  When she whimpered and pleaded with him to stop teasing her, he snapped his hips forward in a powerful thrust claiming every inch of her.

  He pulled back and paused before surging again cupping her breasts in his hands and thumbing her nipples before moving his hips again.

  "Grayson I can't take much more." Her voice was needy, pleading as her inner muscles clamped down on his invading flesh.

  He reached down and angled her hips adjusting the way their bodies fit together. He watched her eyes widen as she opened further, he slid in deeper.

  "You can take a little more. You can take everything I have to give you." His hips hammered again and again as he picked up speed.

  She tightened around him; it made the repeated surge and retreat nearly impossible. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep up the frantic pace much longer. He moved his pelvis so that he bumped against her clit and created an upward motion inside her snug pussy that hit right at the spot to drive her crazy.