“Yes, you were.” He pushed against her asshole. “And that’s why you’re getting punished today.”
Her breath caught at those words, her nipples tightening. “Yes, Sir.”
“I can see someone is aroused by that.” He reached under with his other hand and tweaked her nipple. “I didn’t say you get to come, though, did I?”
Oh shit.
Gray nearly smiled at the look of pure frustration on her face. Damn, she looked so gorgeous, tied up in his ropes, bound for his pleasure and punishment.
He gave her butt cheeks a few sharp smacks, listening to her groan at each slap. Then he ran a finger down the slick folds of her pussy. Just as he’d thought. Completely aroused.
Delicious.
He sucked the cream from his fingers before plunging two fingers deep into her passage. She cried out.
“Gray!”
He gave her ass ten sharp smacks in quick succession. “What do you call me?”
“Sir. Sorry, Sir. It’s been too long.” There was a note of accusation in her voice.
“Because you weren’t ready. But you are now.” Although he was on high alert for any sign of fear or panic.
He thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy. She shuddered, and he knew it wouldn’t take much for her to come. She needed him. Much like he needed her. They’d had sex, but it had all been strictly vanilla after she’d had the panic attack when he’d attempted to bind her. It had been too soon, and he should have known that after everything she’d been through. His sister was still suffering from panic attacks. She’d returned to live with their mother, which was probably driving her insane, but she couldn’t cope with living alone.
Stone’s trial was coming up soon. He hadn’t been granted bail, thank God. That was one last thing to worry about, although he knew both women were stressed about the trial.
He withdrew his fingers and coated her asshole. She whim
pered.
“I’m taking you here today. I’m going to fuck this tight hole. I’m going to push myself in deep, inch by inch.”
“Oh, God, Sir. Please.”
“You may not be pleased when I tell you there is no coming. Not until you have my permission.”
Her head dropped forward, and he could tell she was swearing at him silently. Again, the urge to smile hit him, but he pushed it aside.
“Come on. I have things set up in the living room.” He picked her up and carried her, still bound, into the living room where he placed her on the carpet in front of the sofa.
She stared at the lube, anal plug, and vibrator in front of her. The vibrator had an attached clit tickler.
Holy hell. How was she going to stop herself from coming if he was going to use those on her? He grabbed the lube and plug and moved behind her. She cried out as he smacked her ass again.
“Just because I can,” he told her with an evil laugh.
Oh, she could think of a few choice words to call him.
Then he parted her cheeks and she felt the plug, which he’d already coated in lube, being pushed into her asshole. He moved steadily, pushing it inside her, filling her. She had to force herself not to tense up, to breathe. When it was fully inside her, she felt ready to explode, her body hot and trembling.
He massaged her cheeks, spreading the warmth and making her clit throb with the need to have him touch her there. Although perhaps she shouldn’t have wished for that as he grabbed the vibrator.
Oh, no, he wouldn’t.
He started pushing the vibrator deep inside her. He teased her, pushing it inside a few inches before drawing it back out. In and out. Slowly, too slowly. Her breath came in harsh pants, her nipples hardening to the point of pain.
She wasn’t going to be able to take it.