Page 65 of Graciously His

“If that’s meant to be reassuring, it isn’t. And I told you I’m tired—and I don’t think we should be doing anything like that tonight. Or at all. It’s indecent.”

“Don’t pretend you’re a pearl-clutching maiden, Grace. I’ve taken you with my mouth every morning this week. Now you’re feeling better and it’s time for other things.”

She lets out a breath and rakes her hands into her hair. I give her a moment. The reality is that Grace cannot turn down sexual pleasure, and every single orgasm I’ve given her had a weight she attached to it, a debt I know she feels. Though she owes me nothing, I’m not above pretending to call it due.

“So, what’ll it be? Full anal prep and fucking tonight, or we can discuss family planning. Your choice.”

Grace raises her chin with false confidence. “Neither. I’ll sleep on the couch in your office.”

She makes to leave. I take one step sideways, putting myself between Grace and the door.

“Dealer’s choice it is.”

She lets out a breath, clearly trying for exasperation, but I see the way her pupils have widened.

“Nate, I’m not—this isn’t me being cute. I don’t think we should do this.”

“Then don’t think.”

I kiss her. She resists, but once my tongue is in her mouth, she moans and opens for me. Her hands grip my hair as I slide my tongue against hers, revelling in her need. Finally, I pull back despite her sigh of protest and indicate the tools.

“Time to get this done, Grace.”

It’s crass. It’s sudden. And part of me thinks this will be the nail in the coffin of her consent and she’ll withdraw. I wait, watching as she touches the items I’ve gathered.

“What will it be like?” she asks, cheeks blazing red.

I step close, keeping my voice gentle. “I can tell you, or I can show you.”

“Won’t it be… disgusting?”

I snort. “No part of you will ever be disgusting. It’ll be a quick rinse and nothing more. You’ll feel clean and ready.”

“What if that’s not how I feel?”

“Then I’ll eat you for dessert instead.”

That gets a smile from her, the blush fading slowly from her cheeks. “And—will you let me have some privacy, Nate? When I’m—when—”

“When you need to use the toilet,” I interrupt, taking away the burden of asking. “I can let you have some time to yourself, but I’m going to show you how to get started. White-glove sodomy takes a bit of experience.”

I’m almost absurdly pleased when she nods, despite my shocking language. I lead her into the bathroom, pausing for a moment to kiss the palm of her hand.

“Here we go, love.” I prepare what we’ll need to tidy her. Ready, I catch her eye, seeing that she looks almost afraid. “Ready to bend over for me?”

“This feels really clinical, Nate.”

Patience, I remind myself. Make her love it enough that she fucking begs for it next time.

“That’s because it is. The fun part comes after this. Come here.”

I lift her up and seat her on the bathroom counter. She leans back, smudging the mirror, reluctance in her eyes. I can’t have it. Not when I’m about to get what I’ve waited for all week long. I slip a hand into her hair and pull firmly. Grace whimpers, but she responds as I know she will, putting her weight into my hands and exposing her throat. I fasten my mouth to her neck and suck hard and rough until a bruise blooms beneath her skin. She’s gasping and shaking, but her hands are still in my hair, pulling me closer. It’s not clinical anymore.

That’s the moment I choose to gently press the prepped nozzle to her exit. “Can you take this little thing for me, Grace?”

“Yes,” she whispers, and I’m pleased enough to give her another love bite.

“I love you,” I whisper, working the bulb flush with her ass cheeks. “Vitals to viscera, I fucking love you.”