“I want you on your back,” he finally ordered after rummaging through my drawers for a minute or so.
I rolled onto my back and met his gaze as he stood next to the bed watching me, holding a couple of pairs of my panties in his hand. His breaths were slow and controlled as he let his gaze travel over my body. When he moved onto the bed, his movements were also controlled. I was slowly learning that Griff was the master at holding himself back.
He untied my hands, and then tied them to the bedposts using the panties he’d found. My heart beat faster. I’d never been tied to a bed before, and, holy hell, it was hot. And then he tied my feet to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed, and I thanked whatever force in the universe had led me to buy a bed with bedposts.
I lay spread-eagled on my bed as Griff moved off it to stand at the base. He stood in silence as he spent a few moments committing my body to his mind. His eyes didn’t allow an inch of my skin to miss out.
“I am going to make you feel so damn good, and you are going to want to be involved in that, but you won’t be able to touch me. And you are going to come over and over until you can’t take it anymore.” He paused to find my eyes. “And that will be your punishment.”
I wanted to squeeze my legs together.
He is going to kill me with pleasure.
When he positioned himself on the bed in between my legs, and ran his hands over my thighs, I quivered at his touch. He was right – I wanted to touch him, and kiss him, and do so many things to him.
This will be unbearable.
But oh, God, it will be so damn good.
His hands glided up my sides, over my belly and breasts, and to my neck as he bent over me. Bringing his lips to mine, he kissed me with a hunger I matched, and we lost ourselves in it. Our lips and tongues devoured each other for so long I lost track of time. I never wanted the kiss to end, but eventually he broke it, and I lay there panting for whatever was next.
I tugged on my restraints and he placed a hand over one of mine. “Don’t fight it, baby. You’ll hurt yourself,” he warned.
After I nodded my understanding he reached out to one of my bedside tables and grabbed a condom that he must have put there earlier. Once he had it on, he moved back down between my legs and buried his face in me again.
My back arched up off the bed slightly as his mouth and tongue worked me towards my release. His fingers expertly took me over the edge, and I finally – finally – let myself fall. I was helpless to stop it. He’d taken me to the edge so many times tonight and this time the orgasm shattered through me as my body jerked in its restraints and my * pulsed around his fingers. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut as it took over.
“Fuck,” he rasped, and I blinked my eyes open. He reached out to run a finger down my cheek. “You are so fucking beautiful when you come, Sophia.”
A moan passed by my lips as he slid his hands under my back and peppered kisses all over my stomach, breasts and throat. And then he moved his mouth along my neck, his teeth sinking in and marking me.
Exquisite.
I wanted his teeth all over me in that moment because it felt so damn good.
My legs fought their restraints, needing to be wrapped around his body, and my frustration grew at not being able to touch or hold him.
When he finished marking my neck, he pulled his face away from mine, and asked, “You want your legs around me?”
“Yes.”
“And your hands on me?”
You’ve got no idea just how much. “Yes.”
He was silent for a beat. “And your mouth on me?”
Worst form of punishment ever. “Yes.”
He pressed a finger to my lips and then trailed it over my chin, down the centre of my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach and to my clit. “Not until I say so.”
His finger circled my clit, and I writhed with the intense sensation that caused – a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain. My clit was so sensitive that I bit my lip and held my breath waiting for the painful sensation to pass, knowing it would soon and that it would take me to another exquisite orgasm.
When he pushed his cock against my entrance, I wanted to scream out my annoyance at not being able to wrap my legs around him.
I wanted to hold him.
And take his cock inside me.
And fuck him.
I wanted my body pressed hard to his, skin to skin, soul to soul.
“I want you.” The words fell from my lips in a cry – a desperate cry of need.
His fingers kept circling…pushing inside…stroking…circling…pushing. “I want you, too,” he said next to my ear, and my body sparked with excitement.
He didn’t chastise me for not obeying, so I tested the boundaries. “Fuck me, Griff. I can’t wait any longer,” I begged.