Page 25 of His to Explore
It takes a long time to catch my breath. Grant eats his chocolate cake like he doesn’t have a care in the world, like he didn’t just make me come all over his fingers in a public restaurant.
Meanwhile, my brain feels completely scrambled. Only one clear thought breaks through—if this is what Grant meant by being my Dom outside the club, he can go ahead and sign me right up.
GRANT
My girl is so pretty when she sleeps. Pretty, sweet, and completely at my mercy.
I breathe in deeply, trying to get myself together, but the anticipation and lust flooding my system make that damn difficult.
Also, the fact that I’ve never watched her sleep is doing something strange to my chest. Up until tonight, our pattern has been exactly the same. We fuck, she leaves. We never cuddle. We never sleep together. Before we shared a meal together earlier, our entire relationship had taken place at Club Wyld. Just being here, in her house, in her bedroom, surrounded by the scent of her, has my chest tight and my breathing ragged.
Knowing that I’m about to fulfill one of her biggest fantasies? Yeah, that has me going too.
I force myself to relax as I watch her sleep. As far as her fantasies go, this could be a tough one—complicated and incredibly high stakes. I need to handle it very, very carefully. It could all go sideways so damn fast.
Weeks ago, when Kensie told me she wanted me to break in and pretend to be an intruder, I’d been intrigued but apprehensive. Is it a hot as fuck fantasy? Hell yes. Did it makeme immediately hard to know that her mind was so dirty? Absolutely.
But I also knew this wasn’t the kind of thing to be taken lightly. As much as she might say she wanted it, something like this could legitimately freak her out. What if she panicked when she realized what was going on? What if she decided that the fantasy was way more fun than actually enacting it?
I’d told her that it was something we could consider later, once we knew each other better. In the back of my mind, I always figured nothing would come from it, that she wouldn’t actually want to follow through on something so extreme. But she continued to mention it occasionally over the following weeks, sometimes joking, always making sure to say that if everdidhappen, she wanted it to be a surprise.
Well, she’s certainly going to be surprised tonight. When I said good night to her at the restaurant earlier tonight, she’d been confused. No doubt she thought we’d be going back to the club or something to continue the fun I started under the table. But I’d merely kissed her and her put her in her car, knowing she’d be seeing me again much sooner than she realized.
Or not seeing me, to be more accurate. I’m going to enjoy blindfolding my girl, almost as much as I’ll enjoy tying her up and making her take everything I want to give her.
Getting in here had been almost ridiculously easy. There was no buzzer on the door downstairs, no doorman, no access code needed to get on the elevator. A quick inspection of the so-called security camera in her hallway had shown it to be a fake and it had taken me about thirty seconds to pick her lock.
Yeah, that’s definitely something that’s going to change. I have half a mind to call this whole thing off and instead, tie her up so I can efficiently remove her from this piece of shit building.She should be at my place,I think with a surge of anger. She should be somewhere I can keep her safe.
Calm,I remind myself.You have to stay calm.
I need to keep it together long enough to be sure that she’s okay, that she really wants this. To remind her that she has a safe word.
After that, all bets are off.
She shifts in her sleep, burrowing closer to her pillow. So fucking cute. It makes me even more eager to defile her.
Her face is relaxed in sleep, soft. I wonder what she’s dreaming about. Hopefully only good things. I don’t want any trace of her bastard ex invading those dreams. If it was up to me, I’d wipe him from her memory entirely.
In fact, that’s the main reason I decided to do this now. After dinner, she admitted that she’d been sleeping at her apartment again, but that it was still hard to feel really comfortable there. I hated that the asshole did anything to disturb her peace. Her home should be her safe place.
Yet you’re the deviant who wants to pretend to break in and assault her,I think wryly.
To anyone else, this might seem counterintuitive. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned as a Dom, it’s the importance of trusting my instincts. And my instincts are telling me that this is the best way for her to take control of her space again. The entire point of this arrangement is for her to gain confidence—to learn to take what she wants and not feel ashamed. I’m going to give her that tonight. I’m going to replace her thoughts of those hideous flowers and her goddamn ex with pure pleasure.
And I’m going to do it through dirty, filthy, dominant sex,I think with a grin.
Feeling more under control now, I move quietly, placing several lengths of silk cord on her nightstand. A scarf goes next, and a small bottle of lube. Then I arrange the curtains so a small sliver of the outside streetlight cuts across the bed—just enough that I’ll be able to give her a glimpse of my face if needed. Finally,I pull a knife from my pocket and flick it open before pulling the black balaclava up over my face.
Show time.
I’m on her quickly, pulling her wrist up to the headboard. I have one of her hands fully tied with the rope before she even wakes up. I can tell the moment her sleepy confusion gives way to fear by the way her body goes rigid. I ignore the sharp, gasping intake of her breath and get to work on the other hand. Her mouth opens, the beginning of a scream rending the dark room before I slap a glove-covered hand over her mouth. She begins to move, twisting and pulling against me, but she’s no match for my strength, not when I stretch out over her small form to hold her down.
Being this close means I also clock the exact moment she realizes that it’s me. With her mouth covered, she sucks a shaky breath in through her nose and just like that, she becomes more pliant.
She recognizes my scent, I think to myself, barely surpassing a growl of triumph. But fuck, it does something to me. That she knows me so well to recognize me just from the smell of my aftershave—it awakens a primal part of me that I never examined before Kensie.
I shift on the bed so that sliver of light coming from the window hits my face. Most of it is covered by the mask, but she can see my eyes.Hereyes are wide and scared, gaze darting across my face. But it’s not only fear there—it’s recognition. And the beginnings of excitement.
