Page 39 of For Love & Torture
Part Three
Chapter 18
Isabel
Snuggled in Grant’s bed, I wait for him to come into his bedroom. He said he has a surprise for me and I had to wait here for him. He hadn’t been planning on inviting me over when he came to The Dungeon this morning, so I’m not sure what he could have for me.
The bedroom door opens and in he comes, wearing only a tight pair of black boxer briefs. There’s a grin on his face I’ve never seen before, and it makes me smile too as I sit up in the bed to see what the surprise is. Something sexy I bet as I notice his fist clenched around something.
“Bell, I’ve got something for you, and I want you to use it, at least for this next week. I know you said you wouldn’t stay with me more than just tonight, but I really want you to. So I’m giving you something so you won’t feel like a guest in this house.” He holds out his hand, and I put my palm out to see what he’s giving me.
A key drops onto my palm. A house key. “You want me to have a house key for this week?”
With a nod, I can see he thinks this is some grand gesture. While I think the key to his house for a short period of time is nothing to write home about, he obviously does.
His grin just grows as he leans in and whispers in my ear, “I want you to have the freedom to come and go as you please. For at least a week.”
He thinks he’s being sexy, and I think I’ve had enough of it. Placing the key on the nightstand, I gently but firmly plant my hand on his broad chest and push him back, giving him a hard look. “I can see you’re pretty proud of yourself for this little gesture. I’m not impressed. I’m actually pretty pissed that you think I’m going to do a happy dance because you have decided to give me a key to your house for the short duration of a week or so.”
I hate that his face looks as if I’ve slapped him. “Bell, I was going to give you the two top drawers of my dresser and some space in my closet too. This isn’t a token gesture. I care about you, and I want you with me, here. Where I feel like you’ll be safe. That guy really did…”
Throwing my hand out to make him shut up, I interrupt him. “Do not say another word about that man. Whatever you think doesn’t matter. I don’t want a key to your house just because you think I’m in danger. If you want me to stay here, I want it to be because you want me. Not because you’re afraid someone else is going to take me.”
He stands, frozen in front of me. His eyes droop at the sides, and he turns away from me. “I know I’m selfish. I know I’m an asshole. I know I don’t deserve you.”
“And there it is once more. You don’t deserve me! Well, then who the hell does?” I throw the blanket back and get out of bed, now thoroughly aggravated and in need of an aspirin to rid myself of the headache he’s caused.
Storming away, I’m brought up short as he grabs me by my arm and swings me back around. His mouth claims mine as his arms go around me, holding me tightly. I struggle at first. Beat my fists against his chest. But his mouth only becomes more persistent, and his kiss takes me away from all that, and I melt into him.
My God, how I love this asshole…
Moving my hands to run through his thick, soft hair, I let him run his tongue around mine, let him do whatever he wants to me. I am his. I think I always have been.
Picking me up, he carries me back to his bed and gently places me on top of it before covering my body with his. I’m naked, and all he has on are his skin-tight boxers that move over my pulsing pussy in soft strokes.
How I wish I knew how to get through to this man. How I wish he could admit how he really feels about me. How I wish I could move on if he can’t do that.
Releasing my mouth, he pushes my hair back from my face, gazing into my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
My heart pounds and I know he is sorry. But I also know he can’t stop being who he is. A man who’s so badly broken, he may never be what I need. What I deserve.
“I know.” His biceps bulge and I put my hands on them as I arch up to him. “Get rid of that underwear.”
He moves in close, biting my lip and tugging it. “Bossy women get spanked when they’re in my bed.”
Letting my lip go, he rolls off me. I smile cheekily as I turn over and get on my hands and knees, presenting my ass for punishment. “Then what are you waiting for. Get to it, boss.”
Getting on his knees behind me, he runs his hands all over my ass and I’m instantly wet for him. I’m already breathing harder as I await his hard touch. One soft smack only makes me want more. “Oh, Grant…”
“You little whore,” his voice is nothing more than a growl. “You like it when I spank this ass, don’t you?”
It’s true. I’m a sucker for his personal brand of torture—body and mind, and a bit of soul as well. But it’s so damn sweet it sends me to another place, another time. “I’m your little whore. And I love everything you do to me.”
Two fingers slip into my canal, and I can tell the wet desire he finds there pleases him. “Nasty slut.” He brings his free hand down on my ass, popping me three times in a row and I cry out with pure pleasure with each one.
His fingers fuck me as I beg him, “More. Please, God, more!”
In and out he pumps his fingers, fast and hard as he gives me what I’ve asked for. He spanks me over and over until I’m quivering and crying with the absolute pain and undeniable pleasure. “Fuck, you’re coming so fucking hard on my fingers. Fuck, baby.” He stops spanking me and pulls his fingers out of my pussy, only to toss me onto my back and bury his face in my cunt.
