I try to close my mouth around her fingers to suck her clean, but her grip on my jaw goes hard. We both know there’s nothing she’s doing to me that I did not consent to. But I still make a sound of protest.
Grace raises her brows. “Would you like me to stop?”
What I want is for her to go harder, deeper. But I can’t say that with her fingers in my mouth. She seems to realize it the same moment I do. Grace slowly withdraws her fingers almost completely, pausing only when the tips of them meet my bottom lip. “Well?”
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” I swallow hard, tasting her on my tongue.
“If you change your mind—”
“I won’t.”
She tightens her grip on my jaw and pulls me in to place a devastatingly gentle kiss on my lips. “If you change your mind, tell me. That is a command, by the way.” Then her fingers are back in my mouth. This time, she’s not as gentle. She holds me immobile and fucks my mouth with her fingers. All the while she stares deep into my eyes as if she can see my very soul. As if she’s daring me to buckle, to do anything other than enjoy what she’s doling out.
Enjoy, I do.
I’ve never felt so owned. I never knew that was something I could crave. Not just the domination, though that gets me so hard, it feels like my cock might burst. It’s in the caring too. She doesn’t just want me on my knees. She wants me there willingly. She wants me enjoying this just as much as she is, playing this game all the way until completion. I’ve never felt so vulnerable and yet so cared for.
When I can no longer taste her on her fingers, she eases them from my mouth. “Now the rest.” There’s no mistaking her words, especially when she leans back and once again spreads her thighs. I make a sound that’s almost a sob of relief. And then I lean down and press my mouth to her pussy. I’m shaking. The first lick of her center is divine. I can’t seem to stop.
At least until she takes her fingers into my hair and pulls hard. “Was I not clear?” There’s a dangerous edge to her tone. “I didn’t tell you to fuck me with your tongue, Bram. I told you to clean up my mess.”
Again, that sound that’s part sob and part whimper slips free. It takes far more effort than I could’ve dreamed to move back and start licking her thighs. She keeps her hand in my hair, guiding me to each new spot and holding me there until I finish my task.
Oh fuck, I really might come.
Especially when I’m finally allowed to reach her pussy and lap at her there. Not her clit—she doesn’t allow me that pleasure—but everywhere else. I might have died of desperation if not for the little tremors that work through her body, letting me know this is just as much agony for her as it is for me.
She finally lightens her grip enough that I can press my forehead to her lower stomach. I’m breathing as if I’ve just flown for miles and miles without a break. Her thighs shake on either side of my head, but her voice is almost normal. “That was . . . adequate.”
“I can do better.” I don’t know where the words come from, only that they’re the truth.
“Next time.” She tugs on my hair again. “Come here.”
I allow her to guide me until our faces are even. Grace releases my hair and cups my face with her shaking hands. And then she kisses me. It’s not soft and sweet like last time. No, this is a declaration of ownership. She possesses my mouth, and I am only too happy to submit. I want to wrap her up and pull her close until I don’t know where she ends and I begin. I need her so desperately that I dig my fingers into my thighs again to prevent myself from disobeying her. Holy fuck, what is happening to me?
She only breaks the kiss when we’re both trembling. Grace leans back just a little. “On the bed. On your back.” With my wings pinned beneath me.
She knows what she’s asking me. She knows what I’m giving her by obeying.
I don’t hesitate. I stand on shaking legs and move around her to lie back on my bed. Without her saying a word, I reach my arms over my head and grip the thick stone headboard. I’m not restrained in any true way, but I am helpless before her all the same.
She kneels between my thighs and drags her nails over them. “Another time, I would make you hold this position while I pleasured you until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
Another time, I would love that. If she tried that right now, I would only last about thirty seconds. Grace knows it too. She stops stroking me and moves to straddle my hips. “I need you too much to play that game right now. But I need to make one thing clear, Bram. Are you listening?”
I’m having a hard time focusing on anything other than her pussy, hovering bare inches above my straining cock. I swallow hard. “Yes, I’m listening.”
“Keep your hands on the headboard, or I’ll stop what I’m doing. Do you understand?”
She wants me not to touch her while she’s touching me so intimately. She’s giving me both pleasure and agony with the restriction. I nod jerkily. “Yes. I understand.”
15
GRACE
Being with Bram is like experiencing a fever dream, and yet I’ve never felt more aware. There’s power in his submission, in the gift he’s made of it. Perched on his hips, with his perfect body laid out for my pleasure, I have another moment of wondering if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. He’s so big in every way.
I’ve never let fear make my decisions for me, and I’m not about to start now.
I move up his broad chest to kiss him again. I love kissing this man. Sometimes it’s a battle, and sometimes, like right now, it’s like falling from a high place into strong arms that will always catch me. All my life, I’ve been told to trust no one but family. I haven’t trusted Bram with every one of my secrets, but I’ve trusted him with my life and my body. That’s no small thing.
And now he’s trusting me with his.
I straighten a little and plant my hands on his stomach, pinning his cock between us. I truly don’t know if I can take him, but a little more lubrication can’t hurt. Not to mention that I’ve been dying to feel his ridges ever since I discovered them. I roll my hips, grinding along the length of his cock. It’s even better than I hoped. “Oh, fuck.”
“Grace.” The muscles in his arms are so tense that I can trace every line. I’m honestly surprised the headboard hasn’t cracked under the force of his grip. His voice rumbles in his chest like rocks grating together. “If you keep doing that, this will be over before I can get inside you.”
I love his honesty just as much as I love how deeply I affect him. It’s only right that I reward both of us for getting this far. “I’ll make you a bargain, Bram.”
He narrows his eyes even as he pants with need. “It’s a little late for bargains.”
“You know better. It’s never too late for bargains.” I roll my hips, and I can’t help my little gasp as my clit finds a particularly pleasurable ridge. He might be worried about coming too fast, but I’m already on the edge again. It’s never been like this with me, this almost frenzy barely concealed under a veneer of dominance. “Hold out until I come all over your cock. If you do, I’ll let you fuck me however you desire.”