Page 38 of Ever After
“Do you want me to?” The hesitation in his response is evident.
Picturing Grayson was what kept me sane so many times when I was doing things I didn’t want to. He made it more pleasurable. He helped me see it as a fantasy instead of hell. “Yes.”
He walks to the other side of the bed and climbs in behind me. I pull off the t-shirt and shorts he put me in and snuggle down next to him, naked.
He stiffens, his body feeling like a solid rock behind me. “W-what are you doing?” He swallows hard, and I feel his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes.
Embarrassment takes over, and my face flushes, but I give him an honest answer. “Master didn’t let me wear clothes. I feel restricted with them on.”
“Finley, you don’t have to keep calling him Master. You’re safe. He won’t get to you.”
I snuggle back into him, feeling the warmth of his body, and it comforts me. “Please, hold me.” I want to call him Master like I’ve been trained. I don’t want to call him Grayson. It feels strange on my tongue, so I settle for no name at all.
He relaxes and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. I snuggle down and fall asleep quick.
* * *
I wake a few hours later,like I normally do, expecting him to try something—anything. But he’s lying perfectly still behind me, fast asleep, his deep breaths tickling the short hairs on my neck. I’m not sure what to do. Do I wake him? Do I let him sleep? Do I explore? I turn my body so I’m facing him and run my fingers down his cheek.
His eyes flutter open, and a lazy smile spreads across his face. “Finley, go back to sleep. You don’t have to be up.”
“I can’t.” I hook my leg over his hip and push my pelvis into him, rocking back and forth.
He groans but holds me a little tighter, his muscles flexing around me. “Finley, please stop. I’m not having sex with you, especially not after what you’ve just been through.”
“Please,” I beg. “I need this—anything. I’ll be a good girl and suck you if that’s better for you.”
I continue to rock against him as I wait patiently for his response. He hardens under me and tilts his hips forward, letting me feel how much his words betray his body. I stick my hand down his shorts and pull him free, slicking him up with my arousal.
“I’ll make you feel good.” I rock my hips enough for the tip to slip into me, and he pushes all the way in. I tilt my head back and moan as I clench around him.
Chapter Twenty
Grayson
This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be doing this. She’s traumatized, and this is the last thing I should be doing with her—toher! I’m taking advantage, but I can’t stop my hips from moving. She’s like a siren, and I’m doomed when she’s near. I set a lazy pace, enjoying the feel of her soft curves enveloping me. She moans in my ear and clings to me like I’m her lifeline. I’ve dreamed of this—of her—all night long. As soon as she took her clothes off, I didn’t know how I would be able to sleep next to her. Then she wakes me up like this.
I’m a glutton for punishment.
I grab her hips and roll us so she’s on top of me. “Ride me like a good girl.”
She places her hands on my chest, and my skin burns under her touch. She’s rocking her hips back and forth over me, her quiet moans of ecstasy pushing me to the breaking point. I grab her hips and help her move. I thicken inside her, coming to the precipice of my own release.
“Please, can I come?” she pants.
“Not yet.” I thrust up hard into her; she’s griping me like a vice.
“Please, Master.”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I groan as I feel my orgasm in the base of my spine, and she comes with me. Her eyes roll back, and her legs quake as she rides out her orgasm. She continues rocking back and forth, stopping only when I stop thrusting up into her.
Master.I’m fucking screwed.
That was the single hottest word I’ve heard come from her lips. It wasn’t hot last night, not when she used that name for her captor. When she calls me Master, though, it serves to extend my own lust. She’s lying on top of me, her hair tickling my nose.
I run my fingers up and down her spine, and she melts further into me. “Finley, do you want to take a shower? I can get us some breakfast, and I’ll find you some clothes to put on.”
She sits up and looks at me, a small crease between her brows. “Alone?”