Page 22 of Grand Master

NIPPLE ANTINOMY

I’m getting ready to take a so-called tour with Grand…

I kept thinking of all the possibilities of him taking me around and showing me the entire place that I was being held captive in.

Be mindful, look for possible easy exits to get free!

I told myself as my fingers trembled against the marble white and grey countertop.

I stepped away from the counter and eyed myself.

I only had a comb, leave-in conditioner, and a couple of black rubber bands that I hated putting in my hair.

I compromised since it was all I had and combed my hair up into a high sloppy bun at the crown of my head.

I wished like hell I had edge control to slick down my edges.

Before I went into the bathroom, Grand handed me black leggings that were soft enough to feel like a second skin.

A long-sleeve, black, crop top shirt sat above my waist hiding my belly button.

I learned my lesson about not putting on lotion the first time I was allowed to shower.

Today, I lathered my body with cherry scented lotion that was provided in the bathroom.

When I opened the door to the bathroom, Grand was leaning against the wall looking like he had all the time in the world for me.

His eyes scanned me once, slowly, and deliberately.

It wasn’t a look that said he was checking me out either.

I noticed he had his hands placed behind his back; a piece of metal chain laid on the floor behind his feet.

“Turn.” He said it coldly.

I didn’t move; I just stared at him with my once arched brows raised in high suspicion.

“Why?” I asked.

He pushed off the wall, and the air between us got heavy again. Metal chains dragged behind him as he stepped into my personal space.

“I’m not asking, Mira.” His raspy voice deepened.

I sighed and turned around, slowly. The cold bite of metal hit my stomach before I could fully process what was happening.

A thick metal chain circled my midsection snugly.

The links clinked behind me as he adjusted it, he pulled it tight before I heard the click of a lock enforcing it in place.

I glanced down at it once he readjusted the lock to sit in front of my stomach.

The lock wasn’t ordinary; it was engraved with a small intricate chess queen.

I spun to face him pissed that he really called himself putting a chain across my waist.

“What the hell is this?” I asked even though I knew exactly what the hell it was.

Grand’s gaze didn’t waver, a crooked smile graced his handsome face, he leaned down and picked up the end of the chain that remained on the floor with one single cuff link, I gasped as I watched him put the single metal cuff around his wrist.

“Insurance, I don’t like chasing what’s mine.” He shrugged his shoulders

“I’m not yours, Grand.” I spat his name out like it had poison attached to it.

“But you are, little owl. You’re all mine, until you realize that fact, I’ll never let you go.” He chuckled manically.

So, if I act like I actually like him, let him claim me…he’ll let me go? Yeah, something is mentally off with this man… I looked up at Grand, the look on his face said he read my thoughts. A smug look covered his face as he offered no other words.

I wanted to scream at him then try my hardest to claw at the heavy chain that weighed my waist down. The stone expression on his face warned me that none of my attempts would end well.

He stepped back with a look of satisfaction.

“You don’t want to be close to me?” He pestered.

“Why would I want to be?” I rolled my eyes.

“Your nipples…” He slowly flicked his tongue back and forth across his bottom lip. His eyes zeroed in on my titties…

I could have sworn a low groan left his lips but maybe I was tripping and just hearing things.

“I notice that your nipples are always hard, poking through any material you have on. Do you like them sucked roughly?” he asked with an intense look in his eyes.

My mouth fell open. I felt my nipples stiffen against the lace bra underneath my shirt. Heat swarmed throughout me and stopped between my legs.

My pussy pulsed. Now is not the fucking time!

Still, it pulsed and throbbed with no hesitation.

My pussy came alive with an intensity that made me squeeze my thick thighs together right in front of him. Grand cocked his head to the side, with a very telling look. A crooked grin stretched his face as he took a step forward causing the metal chain to drag in the short distance between us.

“Answer me.” He said, looking down at my bare feet.

Heavy lust mixed with embarrassment consumed me as I followed his gaze down to my chipped nail polish on my toes.

I wanted him to take his eyes off of my feet.

Clearly this man didn’t know the struggle.

I didn’t have the luxury of getting pampered with nail spa dates nor getting my hair done.

If I wasn’t being held here against my will, I would have given myself a mani and pedi.

I didn’t know how to answer that question with the way he had me feeling. I questioned my own sanity, why was I feeling anything? Especially since this wasn’t the proper situation to feel turned on in such a way.

Grand threatened me with a look that said time was of the essence. He didn’t say another word just waiting for me to respond.

I licked my lips; his eyes left my feet and landed on my tongue gliding from side to side across my bottom lip out of nervousness.

“You have it really cold in here, so that’s the reason my nipples are always hard.” I tried to sound convincing but knew I was failing miserably.

“Oh… That’s not what I asked you.” He raised his brows and shook his head.

He gestured with his hands, the chain clanked and moved causing me to feel the weight of the heavy cold metal against my flesh.

“You know why a woman’s nipples get hard, Mira?” His voice was low, almost lazy like he planned on taking his time explaining.

How did he easily jump from one topic to another…he barely shows any emotion… I looked up at him; he leaned towards my short frame until I felt his breath brush across my face.

“It’s the body’s way of betraying her…telling a man exactly how much she wants him, whether she admits it or not.” He captured his bottom lip between his top row of teeth.

My pulse pounded in my neck, I wanted to look away, but his eyes…black and captivating, held me in place.

“And yours…” He let the pause hang between us; his gaze dragged down to my titties.

“They’re big and full…the kind that don’t just beg to be touched…

they make me want to see them bare, lay my head on top of them.

I want to drink from them, suck them softly to awaken them, then hard until your pussy clenches.

Once that fat pussy clenches, it’s begging me to fill her up.

” Grand exhaled slowly, his cool breath caressed my skin.

Heat raced through me, unwanted and undeniable. He gripped his insane erection, eyes boring right through my soul.

“Show me them, little owl.” He tilted his head slightly to the side.

“No, I won’t show you.” I murmured even though my voice didn’t have the bite it should’ve had. I was supposed to fear him, while keeping my head down and my guard up.

Focus on the answers and the freedom you want! I told myself.

“You don’t want to resist me, Mira…at least, not right now. Show me.” He urged.

His telling always sounded like a demand.

I hated how true his words felt. His eyes penetrated right through to my yearning soul.

My fingers moved before my mind could stop them.

I tugged at the bottom of my cotton crop top shirt and grabbed at the bottom of my bra.

I lifted them both at the same time, my titties bounced out like they were begging to be freed.

Grand’s eyes darkened instantly; his pupils dilated. In seconds his warm mouth hungrily clamped down on my right nipple. Hot and hungrily, he claimed it like it was his. His lips sealed around the sensitive peak and my knees nearly buckled.

“Grand…” It was a plea, a half warning, but he didn’t stop.

His hand anchored around to the small of my back; he suctioned me into his mouth nearly swallowing half of my titty. He pulled back with a loud popping sound then grazed his teeth along the tip of my nipple.

I shivered.

My heartbeat loudly in my ears.

It was the way he sucked slow at first, he made all my sensitive nerves come alive as he pushed my titty back out of his mouth then focused on the peak. My entire body lit up from the single point; the sensation shot down to the pit of my stomach then curled between my thighs.

“Shit!” My eyes rolled back, as my bottom lip trembled.

A strong sensation detonated inside of me, sharp and spiraling tearing through my composure as I lost control right in his arms. I opened my mouth to speak but stopped when his mouth released my nipple.

Grand placed kisses between my breasts, chest, then quickly stole my breath away by dipping his tongue between my lips.

His free hand went to my left nipple; he pinched and pulled as he deepened the kiss. I became drunk and dizzy as he swallowed down my whimpers of pleasure making his tongue toy with mine. It felt like he had multiple hands, they were everywhere before I could process what was happening.

He dragged his lips across mine; his tongue flickered out across my top and bottom lip.

I allowed his tongue to swirl over mine with so much passion.

My tongue fought with his, each time I blinked my eyes, fear crept down my spine mixed with pleasure.

My fear came from how much I enjoyed the kiss; I reveled in the way he touched and caressed me.

I wanted more pleasure, more of him, and I shouldn’t have been moaning as loud as I was right now.

His dark eyes stayed open as he continued to dominate the kiss.

I want him to fuck the shit out of me! I held onto him like he was my anchor.

I couldn’t think straight, nor control the way my body betrayed me in the moment.

He slipped his hand over the curve of my ass and roughly squeezed.

My titties pressed against the silk fabric of his shirt; his hand now cupped my soaked pussy through the leggings.

I rocked into his hand as he squeezed the mound of my pussy and kissed me sloppily.

“Cum for me, little owl.” He bit my bottom lip and pulled.

I forgot about the cuffs, the madness behind his methods. It was all too much yet not enough down to the faint wet sounds of him feeding on my lips. The rumble of his voice sent vibrations down to the right places all at once.

“Cum hard for me.” He opened his eyes and looked into my heavy-lidded eyes.

I lost myself within his black orbs, he released my pussy, then squeezed both of them together.

He sucked both nipples roughly at the same time.

A shock of pleasure burst through my core making my breath shatter.

My climax ripped free right in his arms. My legs trembled; shame collided with ecstasy until I couldn’t tell the difference.

He didn’t stop sucking and tugging at my nipples.

I shook violently, fisting his shirt like I needed him to keep me upright. I saw multiple colors as I continued to ride the orgasm that made my pussy ache with more need since he stopped touching it.

When he pulled back, his mouth was wet, his eyes burned with something feral. My body jerked in his hold, shame over road the aftershocks of pleasure.

This wasn’t just about pleasure for Grand…it was possession.

“As I was saying… A woman’s mouth might lie; her eyes might look away…but those nipples…” He gestured lazily towards my titties.

“Those will always tell a man exactly how much she wants him.” He winked down at me then quietly reached out to fix my bra by carefully placing each breast inside of the cup.

“I’m supposed to fear you.” I tried my hardest to stifle a yawn that broke through anyway.

“You do fear me…you fear what you’re not in control of when it comes to me.

Fear how you know deep down you belong to me now, so you keep trying to deny it.

You fear how you keep telling yourself that you’re going to escape soon as you get the chance…

when you know I will hunt you down and bring you back.

Your intrigued, scared, horny, wet, and so much more…

You saw me kill Darius, so you also fear that I will hurt you…

maybe I will….” He shrugged saying the words calmly.

“You shouldn’t want anyone to fear you, Grand…that’s not a good thing.”

Shamelessly he pulled down the top of my shirt as if he didn’t just devour my mouth and nipples.

Grand reached down to the center of his pants; my eyes widened.

I watched him squeeze his big dick print through the thin silk material of his pants.

It stopped mid-thigh; he wrapped some of the fabric around his big shaft with a wicked glare on his face.

“Fear is a good thing for you to have when it comes to me. Hopefully that fear will paralyze you when you get the chance to run…just understand that I’ll stop at nothing when it comes to you.” His words were clipped and cold with no regard to how it made me feel.

He nodded his head towards the bathroom and spoke no words as he walked in that direction with me closely following as the metal chain dragged against the floor.

“Before the short tour, I want your panties in my back pocket.” He said just as we made it to the entrance of the bathroom.

“Their soaked.” I replied.

“Even better.” He winked.

“I need shoes.” I said looking down at my chipped polished toes.

I cringed at how busted my feet looked.

“You need to earn shoes.”