Page 40 of For Love & Torture
All I can do is grab onto the sheets as he eats me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. His tongue is hot as it darts into me, licking up the juices he’s made me expel.
My hips arch up to meet his hungry mouth as I moan and plead for him to stop—the sensations are becoming too much. The orgasm is taking me over, making my body feel like jelly. Jelly that’s quivering with need. It’s insane that my mouth cries out for him to stop, yet my body begs him not to.
When he stops his intimate kiss, he raises his head to look at me. “This cunt is mine. No one else is allowed inside it. Not ever.”
My heart is racing as I pray he’s finally making me his for real. “For you only, Grant.”
“Your master. Your owner. Your controller.” He levels his sapphire eyes on mine.
“My master, my owner, my controller.” I give him everything he wants and always will. I know it, and so does he.
Moving off the bed, he drops his underwear and gets a pair of light blue padded handcuffs. He cuffs my right hand to his bed, then moves around me, taking another set of cuffs out of the other nightstand and cuffs my left hand to the bed. I watch him walk away from me and come back with two leather straps that he uses to bind my ankles, securing them to the bed, leaving me spread eagled for him.
My chest is rising and falling as I watch him. He moves gracefully, like a big cat. A panther who’s eyeing his prey, deciding how he’ll take it out. “You want my cock?”
“I want you, Grant.”
His hand smacks the side of my ass. “Master!”
“I want you, Master.”
“You want my cock. You can have my cock. You cannot have me.” He levels those eyes on me, making sure I know where I stand with him.
I hold my ground. I may be bound to his bed, but my head is still my own. “I want you, Master. I want all of you. I want your body and your heart.”
He pounces on me like an animal, his face so close to mine that his hot breath blows into my face, his teeth bared. “You can have my cock, and that is all you can have, you little slut. How dare you ask for more.”
I look right back into his eyes and give him a determined smile. “How dare you deny me.”
Reaching over to the nightstand, he comes back with the house key in his hand. “If you want my cock inside of you, you have to accept this key. You have to accept the fact that you are going to stay with me for at least a week, maybe more.”
My legs are moving, testing the leather straps, my arms pull to make sure the cuffs are really holding me down. My cunt is aching to feel his long, thick cock, and my mouth betrays me. “I will accept it all, Master.”
“Good girl.” His lips brush mine as he puts the key back down.
With one hard thrust, he’s inside of me. He moves vigorously, His hands pinning my shoulders to the mattress as he holds his upper body off me. I marvel at how his muscles move with each hard thrust.
The veins in his neck bulge as he uses so much force to pound his cock into me. Over and over, he uses my body to stroke his dick until it’s spurting out hot cum inside of me.
My body is shaking as it follows his, sending an orgasm ripping through me that has me matching him groan for groan.
Laying on me, but keeping the majority of his weight off me, he tries to catch his breath. When our breathing is under control, he looks at me with damp strands of hair sticking to his face. “You do understand we can’t be public with this, right?”
For the longest time, I just stare at him, unsure of how I feel or what to say. Then my heart thumps once very hard in my chest, and my brain takes over. “No, I don’t understand.”
He rolls off me and starts the process of setting me free. He leaves my right hand cuffed, though, as he looks at me with a determined expression. “You are mine, Bell. You and I both know that. But I have this reputation to uphold…”
“Fuck you, Grant.” I yank at the cuff, and I would’ve just slapped the shit out of him if I'd had access to my hand. A thing he cleverly made sure I didn’t have.
“Stop speaking to me like that,” he says sternly. “You know what that will get you. Or is that what you want? Another spanking, or something even worse?” He moves away from me. “I’m not toying with you. I know you think I am, but that’s not what I’m doing. I end every night in your office. You practically consume my every thought.” He spins around to look at me, his face a mixture of pain and anguish that usually rips at my heart. Not this time though. “It’s for your own good that it has to be this way. You have no idea what people will think if they know you’re with me.
“You can’t really think that, Grant.” My head is spinning. Of all the reasons he’s given me for why we can’t be together, this has never come up.
Is he telling me the truth?
“I do think it.” He comes to sit on the edge of the bed, spreading his palm out on my stomach. “I’ve been taking subs into private rooms and doing things they want done to them, but never making any kind of penetration with my dick or even kissing them at all. Just fucking them with dildos and making them experience whatever kinds of pain they’re looking for. I’ve only had sex with you since you and I started having sex.”
My stomach begins to ache as he talks about what he’s done with other women. “You want to know what I’ve done while you’re in private rooms with other women, Grant? I’ve sat behind my desk, locked away in the four walls of my office, and I’ve cried, prayed, and drank myself into submission. All over you. I’ve learned to place my mind in bubble wrap to take what you’ve dished out to me. And now, when I think you finally mean to show the world that I am yours, I’m wrong yet again.”
“They all know me as a harsh master and a man who goes from woman to woman. What will they all think of you if I put a collar around your neck?” His fingers move along my neck as if they were the collar. “Or lead you around on a leash. I can’t do that to you. I won’t. Don’t ask me to.”
He has me so confused. I was ready to fight against his normal excuses—that he doesn’t deserve my love—but I have no idea how to deal with this. My headache is back, and my arm is aching. “Let me out of this cuff. I need to pee and get an aspirin.”
He uncuffs me and I get up and walk away from him, completely unsure of what I’m going to do.
I know one thing for sure. I have got to start being true to myself, instead of to this man.
