Page 165 of Chandelier Enthralled
Shuddering, I tried to convey that I wanted to try all of it, every piece, every structure—my body was screaming out for it all.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
Greyson stormed over and kissed me hard on my mouth, and I surrendered to his fierce strike, tasting his kiss, craving it as he made me feel I was all he could ever want.
We were opposites in so many ways, but together we forged a perfect union.
He led me over to the center of the room and together we peered up at the chain hanging from the ceiling. Metal handcuffs dangled from the end.
Within seconds, he had my wrists bound together and tightly secured in those cuffs.
My lover stalked around me, his caresses exploring me everywhere, over my arms and belly, and then he gripped me behind my neck and dragged me in for another kiss, twisting my neck so that I was at his mercy. I was trembling, not from the cold but the tension, this awful sense of danger, but at the same time I loved every second of this.
He licked a trail up my neck. “Forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter.”
Greyson jerked me toward his mouth again.
Then, came the sensation of his fingers trailing downward, easing between my thighs, cupping me there like he was proving his ownership.
I felt exhilarated, having exposed myself to such an exciting act, even if there were carefully curated borders.
Grayson was doing this to me. That gave me more confidence to continue, even as I sensed he was a wild card and might lean toward his own kinks.
Taking his time, he stepped away so that he could light candles. Observing him, I was mesmerized with the state of grace with which he set the scene. Those small flames offered up an intoxicating blend of jasmine and sandalwood, enhancing the ambiance.
Greyson returned to stand before me. “Each time you come, you say, ‘For you, master.’”
“Yes, sir.”
“In this room, you belong to me.”
Swallowing hard, I let the words tumble out. “I belong to no one.”
“Out there, you belong to an empire. But even they can’t help you in here.”
I felt a flash of uncertainty, yet my nipples hardened with arousal, as though the danger was an aphrodisiac, and I wanted to drink it all the way down.
He pressed his right palm to the base of my spine and reached around with his other hand and flicked my clit. “Your cunt responds well. But we can do better.”
Greyson let go, and my body felt the loss of the pleasure. Like he had revved me up and then stopped far too soon.
I heard the chain clinking, then came the tug as he raised the bindings around my wrists and the metal links rose, forcing me onto my toes.
“It’s easy to come, but the art of submission is waiting for permission. Shall we test your obedience?”
“Yes, sir.”
He sank to his knees before me. “Don’t get any ideas. The only worshipping being done here is of your clit.”
“I’m yours.”
His kiss to my sex…even though I knew it was coming, it shocked me—his tongue lavishing a shocking pleasure.
“Fight me,” he whispered, mouth clamping back onto me.
Writhing, I fought against his savage assault, even as he demanded more pleasure out of me. He reached up and gripped my nipples, pinching them, even as I struggled against his control.
Our struggle was turning me on wildly. The more frenzied I became the more heated his desire became. His tonguing of my clit was perfectly timed with his twisting fingers.
