She couldn’t breathe. She literally couldn’t suck in a single lungful of air.
“You give up control, Gracie. You give up your control to me.” Gideon’s voice was deep and almost hypnotic.
She hated giving up control. She’d only survived her childhood because she’d taken control of her life and learned how to fend for herself when her parents couldn’t be bothered to make her a priority.
Her control was what kept her safe. What helped her survive. To give that up…
“Do you agree, Princess?’ Gideon pressed his erection against her hip, and this time she couldn’t help but grind her pussy against his hard thigh. “Will you be my good girl when I’m fucking you?”
God help her, she was going to say yes. The idea of giving control to Gideon was intoxicating in its foreignness. He wanted control as much as she did, needed it, and there was a very deep part of her that wanted to know what it would be like to let him call the shots when it came to her pleasure.
“Maybe you need to see what I can do to you before you make a decision.” His tone was teasing, his fingers feather light as they traced over her collarbone.
“We can’t do anything here,” she said. “We’re in Wanda’s bathroom for God’s sake. They’re right down the hall in the kitchen. Hell, Cheri is probably standing outside this room and listening.”
“Then let’s give her something to listen to,” he said.
“Gideon, we can’t, we -”
He stopped her protests with a kiss. She arched into him immediately, sliding her arms around his broad shoulders and returning his kiss with a total lack of shame. She’d dreamed about his kisses for three fucking years, wasn’t it time she got the real thing again?
His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting and teasing and driving her wild. His big hand cupped one breast and she arched into him again, rubbing her pussy against his thigh with firm and urgent strokes.
He pinched her nipple hard and swallowed her cry of pain and ecstasy. Surprise was weaving its way in with the lust. Did she like that sharp bite of pain? She couldn’t… could she?
He pinched again and this time there was no denying that she liked it. Her panties were already soaking wet, and she didn’t give one fuck that they were in Wanda’s bathroom. She wanted Gideon and she didn’t care who heard them.
“We need to be quick,” he breathed into her ear as his fingers unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. “You’re going to come for me quickly, Princess. Do you understand?”
Trepidation was edging out the lust. Coming quickly wasn’t something she did. Never had and never would. Despite how turned on she was, she couldn’t give Gideon what he wanted. Not without doing most of the work herself.
“Do you?” He gave her earlobe a hard nip.
“Yes,” she breathed. She pushed his hand away from the waistband of her panties. “But I need to do it myself.”
He made a sound of annoyance. “No.”
“Yes,” she said. “Look, this is the way it has to be or -”
His hands circled around her wrists and she gasped when he yanked her arms over her head. He used his left hand around both wrists to pin her arms against the wall as he shook his head. “My rules, Princess. Remember.”
She glared at him and struggled to free herself. “I remember, but I want to come. I need to come, and if I don’t do it myself, it’s not going to happen. So, let go of me.”
“No.”
That one low and powerful word stopped her struggles. Or maybe it was his hand sliding into her panties and cupping her pussy. Maybe it was the touch of his index finger against her swollen and throbbing clit.
“Gideon!” Her cry was breathless and soft, but he squeezed her wrists again.
“Quiet, Princess. If the others hear you coming, you’re definitely getting a spanking.”
His finger caressed her clit in slow circles, and she squirmed again. “Please, Gideon, just let me touch myself.”
“No. This is my pussy and I’m the only one allowed to touch it.” He leaned in and sucked on her bottom lip before releasing it with a soft pop. “No more masturbating unless I give you permission, Gracie. Do you understand?”
His finger slid from her clit to her opening and she rose up on her tiptoes when he pushed it into her.
“So tight,” he moaned into her ear before adding a second finger. He finger fucked her with gentle thrusts as his thumb rubbed across her clit. She pulled again at his grip, her lust increasing when he shook his head and tightened his fingers around her wrists.
“No. You don’t get to touch yourself. You’re going to come from my fingers and my fingers alone, Princess.”
“I can’t,” she moaned, but holy God, her hips were pumping against him and the familiar pleasure was growing in her belly.
“You can.” His voice was deep and utterly certain as his thumb pressed harder against her aching clit.
She caught her breath, her body arching and straining as she reached for her release. Gideon’s touch was perfect, his hot breath in her ear was perfect, the pressure of his chest against her tits was perfect.
His thumb circled and pressed, his fingers slid in and out, and when he said, “Come for me, Princess,” she moaned helplessly as her release washed over her in a blinding rush of pure ecstasy.
His mouth covered hers, swallowing her frantic bird-like cries of pleasure as she pumped her hips against his hand. Her knees buckled, and he released her wrists and circled his arm around the waist, holding her up as the pleasure echoed throughout her entire body.
Shivering and twitching, she buried her face in his neck. The heavy hardness of his erection against her hip sent shivers of fresh desire through her despite her recent orgasm.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Gideon, I…”
He nuzzled her neck before easing his fingers out of her pussy. He slipped them out of her panties and studied the wetness on his fingers before sucking the moisture off each of them.
Her face turned bright red. “Gideon!”
“You taste delicious, Princess.”
She bit at her bottom lip, and he groaned before reaching for her hand. “Come on, we need to get out of here.”
“Back to your place?” she said.
“Yes.”
Happiness flooded through her and she palmed his cock, enjoying the soft groan he made. “Good, because I really want to see your -”
His phone rang and they both froze. He took a step away from her. “It’s Kira’s ring.”
“Don’t answer it,” she said.
“I have to.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“You don’t.”
“It could be an emergency.”
“She has Connor,” Grace said. “We don’t have to look after her anymore, Gideon. At least not the way we used to.”
He hesitated. Guilt was already washing over his face in slow waves. She knew that just seeing Kira’s name on his phone was enough to make him come back to his senses and regret everything that happened between them tonight. He glanced at his phone again. “She’s my sister, Grace. I can’t ignore her.”
He answered the phone. “Kira, hey, what’s up? You okay?”