I shivered. That commanding voice tore through me. He wasn’t going to discuss this. He wanted me naked, and he wanted it now. I pulled it off, and he grinned at me. “Good girl. Now lay back. I’m going to put something on you.”
I furrowed my brow and looked up at him. “What?” I asked.
“I told you, lay back.” He turned and rummaged through a drawer in his dresser then came back and sat next to me on the bed. “I’m not going to tie you up, Joanna. Not yet. But I do want you to wear this.” He took out a mask with no eyes and looked at me, waiting.
“Why?” I asked, squirming just a little. His bed was soft and luxurious that I felt like I was going to fall right through it if I wasn’t careful.
“Because I just want you to feel. Feel me. Take away one sense and the others are magnified. Especially when aroused.” He caressed my side as he looked at me. Greyson was being patient, but I could tell that it was only a small part of it and that if I denied him those eyes would turn cold.
I didn’t want to deny him. I didn’t want to wake up from this dream, this fantasy. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to know what he wanted.
I promised to embrace the darkness.
“I won’t fight this,” I said as I looked into his eyes. “I want to know who you are.”
“I’m going to take my time with you tonight, Joanna. Enjoy you. Drink you in. I won’t let the monster out. Not yet.” His eyes flashed. They betrayed the truth. He was holding back out of fear, not out of courtesy. He was afraid of himself. He was scared of who he was.
That just made me want to know him.
I took the mask into my hands and looked at it. It was leather, beautiful. It had unique stitching up the sides, flaring out all the way to the forehead. A beautiful strap wrapped around the middle in two bands creating the mechanism for making one unable to see. It was all leather, gorgeous, strong, yet elegant. It would’ve been a gorgeous mask for a ball or a masquerade… if it had eyes.
He had really good taste. I handed it back to him, and he put it over my eyes, clasping it in the back. My immediate reaction was an automatic run at being blinded. My pulse raced, my breath became shallow, and I felt vulnerable. Truly and totally vulnerable.
“I just want you to feel, Joanna. Really feel.” Shivers ran down my spine as he brushed his fingers along my jawline. I wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t expecting anything, and that was what made it so much more intense.
I jumped at his touch but quickly relaxed as he bent down and kissed my cheek, just below the line of the mask. “You do have the most exquisite body,” he murmured as he kissed lower on my jaw, trailing kisses down my neck, my collarbone, around the curve of my breast.
I sucked in a breath when his mouth found my left nipple and latched onto it, sucking hard.
“Greyson-” I moaned but stopped. It felt so good I didn’t want him to quit. “Oh my God.”
My back arched against my will, and he continued his descent His kisses trailed lower, below my ribcage and along my stomach until he found me. I was wet and waiting and totally wanton. I mewed as he spread my legs, and all I could do was imagine he was looking me over because his lips had not yet touched flesh.
Not knowing was excruciating and left me wanting more all at the same time. This man was an expert at taking and giving.
“You are f*ck
ing sexy as hell,” he said, his breath hot on my mound. I squirmed, but he reached up and grabbed my hips. “Don’t make me tie you down.”
Not this time. I held my hips still as he kissed me just above my clit, my instincts telling me to buck, to squirm, something. I wanted to defy him, but I knew I shouldn’t. Not yet. f*ck
, it was so tempting, though.
“Good girl,” he murmured against me, his breath hot on me.
Everything was heightened, every touch more intense as he kissed me, my body shivering each step of the way. It was a soft kiss, a gentle kiss, and it only made me open my legs wider to receive him.
I knew it was a mistake, but I trusted this man as he kissed further down my mound finding my center and giving it another lick. It sent shocks through me, shocks that ended in small trickles of pleasure.
“God, that feels so good,” I said as I dug my hands into the linens of his bed. The soft material only added to the luxury of what was happening.
“Does it? I want you to feel good, Joanna. I want you just to feel.” The warm vibration of his mouth against me added another layer of feeling to my already overwhelmed state. It was like he was purposefully trying to send me over the edge with just his voice.
If such a thing were possible, I would’ve cum while he spoke. While he gave me his full attention.
But it was his touch that did it for me. And when he slipped a finger down my slit I let out a stifled moan.
“Careful, too loud and you might just wake the neighbors. Not that I care too much, but I don’t want to have to gag that pretty little mouth of yours,” he warned and then licked my clit. Oh. f*ck
.