Bastard.A slight growl rumbles up from my chest… and when Greyson’s eyes light up, I know I’m in trouble.
He stands from his seat in the corner of the room and approaches the bed with slow, predatory steps. My breaths turn to shuddering gasps as he stops beside me, and trails his index finger up my torso, eyes gleaming with something malevolent.
“My pretty little captive,” he whispers. “My precious Flower. I can do anything I want to you, and you won’t be able to stop me. Like…this.” He pulls one of the suction cups off my nipple, and it feels like the wind’s been knocked out of me as all the blood rushes back to my nipple.
Then, he does it to the other one, and I can’t hold back a cry.
“Bad girl,” he admonishes… and flicks the cup on my clit. That’s when I realize that he’s set me up for failure; that he planned on having fun punishing me, and all of my protests to the gentle sex we’ve been having have led me to this moment.
Goddamnit. One of these days I’ll learn to shut my big mouth… just not today.
“Hmm. Someone’s justbeggingto be punished, aren’t they?” Greyson asks, using his dom-tone. He presses the side of the suction cup with his thumb, creating an unbearable pressure, while sliding three fingers inside me.
“Fucking.Drenched,” he growls. “Do you know how swollen your pretty little clit will be when I set it free?” he whispers. “It’s going tosuckfor you… and be so much fun for me to play with. You’ll writhe, jostling the hook in your ass. You’ll cry, giving me reason to play harder. And you’re going to come as many times as I want you to come… won’t you?”
His fingers curl against my g-spot while his thumb presses the cup harder… until it pops off, falling to the side.
And Greyson’s prediction is proved true when Iscream. If I thought having those things on my nipples was hard, the sensation that courses through my clit is completely unbearable. It pulses and aches. It’s so sensitive, even the feeling of air against it is too much. Tears stream down my cheeks and I wriggle and arch, pulling the hook in my ass, which makes me sob in turn.
It's too much. The stimulation all compounds, clearing my brain of all thought and leaving me a mindless, writhing, crying mess.
“Oops,” Greyson murmurs. “Well. Looks like you failed, Scarlett. Now, I’m feeling just a touch magnanimous… so I’ll only require one orgasm from you before I unbind you and fuck your brains out. But I won’t be nice about how I get it from you.”
He pulls a tiny bullet vibrator out of his pocket, and Isob.
“Please, not with that,” I moan, shaking my head, then yelping as the hook shifts around in my ass. “Fingers—cock—not a toy. I can’t take it.Please,Monster.”
He cocks his head to the side. “What gave you the impression you have any say in the matter?”
A low, terrifying buzz fills the air… and the moment he presses the vibrator to my clit, I go up inflames. My orgasm is instant and consuming. It’s so powerful it’s outright painful, but the agony is the most exquisitely, horrifically wonderful sensation I’ve ever felt.Greyson growls at me through my orgasm, calling me his good girl, his precious Flower, his favorite little slut… and he keeps the vibrator on me and fingers curled against my g-spot until I come a second time.
Finally, he takes it off. I pant, crying, wondering how the hell I’ll ever come back to earth after being sent into outer fucking space with that orgasm. I’m only half coherent as he unbinds me, flips me over, and pulls me to my hands and knees.
He wraps his hand around the chain connecting the hook to my necklace, and tugs it as he slides his hard, thick cock inside me.
I drop to my elbows and scream into the mattress. I beg for mercy, but he’s merciless.
“Mine,” he growls, punctuating his claim with a punishing thrust. “Mine forever. Do you understand, Scarlett? There’s no running from us. No escaping us. You belonged to me from the first moment I saw you.” He leans over me and whispers in my ear, “Just like I belong to you.”
I go off again, convulsing as I come, and Greyson’s pulled over the edge with me.
He’s careful as he pulls the hook out of my ass, takes off my necklace, and gathers me in his arms, holding me tight to his chest. My eyes flutter, and I’m caught in a half-awake, half-asleep state for a long time. Contentment, even happiness settles over me like the warmest blanket as I cuddle with my Monster, feeling adored and treasured.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He tilts my chin up with two fingers and presses a kiss to my lips. “I love you more,” he responds, kissing me again.
We stay like that for a long time. Twined together, exchanging vows of love, kissing… until the shrill ring of a phone cuts through our moment.
Greyson growls in irritation. I lift my head from his chest as he picks up his phone from the night stand and checks the caller ID. Swearing under his breath, he says, “It’s Max. He must be back from his op.”
That returns some of my coherency. Max has been out for the last week on a complicated hit job; one that, apparently, several other operatives have failed to carry out. The guy he went after has had a hit out on him for years, but nobody’s succeeded in ending his life.
If Max is back, he must’ve. But… why is he calling Greyson?
“What?” Greyson growls, picking up the phone. In an instant, his demeanor changes. His expression turns tense. His eyes widen at whatever Max says. I hear a beep as the call disconnects, and Greyson abruptly sets me aside and stands up from the bed.
“I have to go check on Max,” he says, going over to the dresser and pulling out clothes. “Shit’s going down.”
