I found myself wondering what it would feel like, to be tied up and gagged by him. If I would enjoy it or if it would scare me.
Somehow I had a feeling the answer to that question was C: all of the above.
And it pushed me on just a little bit farther.
I couldn’t see him, couldn’t see his face to know if he was looking up at me every few seconds if he was gauging my body's responses, or not. But I could feel him. That tongue licking me just how I wanted, those fingers filling me up. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was masterful at it.
I could feel myself on the edge, about to cum, my body shaking, my mouth contorting. I could feel what he was doing to me, and I absolutely loved it. I reveled in his touch, in the way his tongue quickened. f*ck
. It was so damn good.
I bucked once, twice, against his mouth and then I let out a scream, my body unable to control itself any longer. Unable to hold itself back. I let wave after wave of pleasure overwhelm me as I shook, each tendril of feeling spurning another.
Collapsing I moaned, opened my eyes and looked down at him. But he wasn’t there. Only blackness.
The mask.
f*ck
.
“Greyson,” I murmured as I reached for the mask.
But he grabbed my hands by the wrist, his grip firm, his fingers biting into my flesh.
“I put the mask on you, Jo. I take it off. Do you understand me?” The hard edge to his voice made me flinch at first, but the rush of feeling it left me with only served to heighten my pleasure. “You keep disobeying me, and there will be consequences.”
I knew he was telling the truth, but I wanted to know exactly what they were. I tugged on my arms and grinned.
He held tight to them and then scooped me up and flipped me over. I was on my hands and knees now.
“I warned you, you little viper,” he said and then something happened that I didn’t expect.
He spanked me.
The sting of his slap on my bare ass made me cry out.
“What the hell?” I asked, but another smack rained down on my ass.
Holy f*ck
it hurt. And it sent a shock right to my p*ssy
. f*ck
. This was making me wet as hell.
What the hell?
“I warned you, Jo. I told you that you were treading thin ice.” There was nothing sweet about his tone. It was angry, it was filled with sternness, and… lust. f*ck
. He was getting off on this.
And so was I.
“Please,” I begged as I squirmed on his lap, “Greyson.”
“Do you want me to stop? Really?” He said, his hand on the hot flesh of my ass, giving it a rub.
I couldn’t f*ck
ing bring myself to say yes. I couldn’t ask him to stop. Because the truth was, I didn’t want him to.
I liked this.
“One more, Joanna. For disobeying me.” His voice was more controlled now, calmer.
I swallowed then nodded.
The sting of it over my already sensitive flesh more than hurt. It sent firing nerves all the way to my core. It made my p*ssy
ache, ache for him in a way that was so primal, so base, that I should’ve been ashamed.
Nothing could make me feel that way when I was in his arms.
Greyson pulled me around so that I was laying on his lap, facing him, and he reached for the mask, slipping it off.
The moonlight and city lights created a glow in the bedroom that I wasn’t expecting, and I had to shield my eyes from it at first.
Then I saw him. His face dark and brooding, his eyes so mysterious.
And I did the only thing I could think of.
I reached up and kissed his lips.
“Thank you,” I said, looking into his eyes. And I meant it. I meant every word of it.
“Good girl,” he said as kissed me. I realized he was still fully clothed then, my hand exploring his body until I found the crotch of his pants. f*ck
, he was hard. It was then that I realized how big he was.
The first time we f*ck
ed I didn’t because I was too busy wanting him. I didn’t notice anything but him filling me.
Now I wondered how he ever did.
Dear god, I was going crazy just thinking about it.
“It looks like I am not the only one who is turned on,” I said as I unbuttoned his pants and slipped my hand inside. He was so f*ck
ing hard as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Barely. They almost didn’t close. f*ck
.
“Jo,” he panted as he looked at me. That confident man looked so vulnerable just then, just for a second, and then he blinked and it was gone. I stared at him as he pushed me down onto the bed and stripped off his clothing.
He grinned at me as the confident man I was expecting took over. The man who controlled everything standing over me. I saw it. Saw him. I understood who and what he was.
He was going to rule the mob. He really was a monster.
And I was desperate for him. I parted my lips and looked at him as he shed the very last piece of his clothing, waiting. I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted it now. I wanted to feel him fill me.
I needed it. I needed his touch, the way he felt against my body, the things he awakened inside of me.
And he needed me.