Placing one of her hands on my thigh, I release her other and tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear before cupping the back of her head. Sinking my fingers into the strands and tugging very gently elicits a reaction. Her breaths quicken and her shoulders relax. “Control. It’s something I need in the bedroom and something that the women I’m with need to give up. They do it easily because I allow them to get lost in so much pleasure their minds are clear. I surround them with an intense feeling of safety so they hand over control to me.” She sucks in a sharp breath and leans in closer. “I control their movements, their pleasure, and sometimes…” I trail my lips along her jaw, and she shivers and trembles, her nails digging into my thigh as she grips me tighter. “Sometimes, baby, their pain.” A soft groan falls from her lips when I nip her ear lobe, and fuck, if it doesn’t make my blood rush to my cock.
“I don't like pain,” she mumbles but it is a halfhearted response.
“I think you’ve just never been touched in the right way.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but I pull it free with my thumb. “I can get you out of your head.”
“I think I want that.” Tremors run through her body as she glides her hand up my torso and rests it on my heart that is practically beating out of my chest. “I want you to take me to Enigma. I want to experience that with you.” Vulnerability flickers in her eyes as she bares herself to me, and on instinct, my grip on her neck tightens and she leans closer into me.
Jesus, I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve wished I could have this incredible woman on her knees for me when I’vebeen at Enigma. Had her spread out for me to pleasure and edge until she’s begging and crying for me to give her that release. I’ve only dreamt about it. But she’s here, soft and pliant in my arms and asking me to show her the darker side of me. The side that I need to release when the mayhem and mess of my mind takes over.
Resting my forehead against hers, I swallow roughly before answering. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, baby. You ask and I’ll make it happen.”
Chapter 38
Ria
Ria - I’ve done something
Grace - You need to explain in detail. I’m hungover and unsatisfied.
Ria - I’m not
Grace - Hungover or unsatisfied?
Grace - it better be unsatisfied.
“I’ve cleared your diary.” Grace struts into my office Monday morning and places a hot chai latte on my desk before perching on the edge. “I’m still confused how you can get yourself in those positions.” I’m in King Pigeon pose, one foot stretched out and pointing up along my back while the other stretches in front of me, my back elongated, opening up my chest.
“It helps me relax.” I breathe out.
“Doesn’t look relaxing to me.” She takes a sip of her drink before adding, “Only a man can twist me up like a pretzel, and I call it pleasure not relaxing.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got a knot I need to stretch out.” I move out of the pose and slowly curl myself off the floor.
“Does this knot come in the shape of a certain CFO?” Her eyebrows bounce as she shimmies on my desk.
“Something like that.” I take a gulp of my ice cold water before staring out the window at the busy London street below.
“Stop being evasive and talk to me. You disappeared on Saturday night and then went radio silent on me until this morning.”
“I’ve had a lot to process.”
“So process with me.” Coming to stand next to me, she rests her head on my shoulder. “Girl, we don't keep secrets.”
“I know.” Resting my head on hers, I let out a restless sigh. “I may have kissed Leo.”
She peers up at me with a mischievous grin. “And?”
“And he may have also given me the best orgasm I think I’ve ever had.”
“You slept with Chuckles? Gah!” She grabs my shoulders, giving them a little shake. “Okay, this is perfect. I knew he’d know his way around a woman's body. He—”
“No, no, no.” I cut her off. “I haven’t slept with him.”
“But you just said…”
“I said he gave me an orgasm not that we slept together.”
“Okay, did he at least see you naked?”
