set of lacy lingerie. I knew he was turned on. I felt the tension in the air, thick with the promise of what lay ahead. We were both prolonging this delicious moment, but I was beyond excited for the moment he finally gave me what we both wanted.
After using the pole, I crawled to him on all fours. I braced my palms on his knees, rubbing my tits over his erection and feeling him getting harder and harder.
"Don't you want to kiss me?" I whispered as I moved in closer and closer, tempting him to break the tension and just give in to the desire we both felt. "Don't you want to feel my lips on you? To make me yours?"
"You're already mine," Grayson growled, taking a long puff of the cigar and putting it out on the ashtray on the coffee table. "When I take you, you'll be begging for it. Craving it."
I didn't want to tell him I was already desperate for him. My desire for Grayson Kline grew with every second spent in his company. I found myself eager for every touch, intentional or not, and I was almost ashamed of the desire that burned within me when his fingertips so much as brushed against my skin. But he denied me on purpose. I knew it, he knew it. He wanted me to be more desperate. Usually, I'd be too embarrassed. I'd cut off contact with a man like him, a man determined to put me on my knees. Except Grayson was different. Grayson was...
He leaned forward then, and he heard my gasp as his fingers gently wrapped around my neck.
"I know you're fucking desperate for it," he muttered. "Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how badly you want me to kiss you."
"P-Please." I flushed, embarrassed by my own neediness. "Grayson, I..."
"Begging already." He smirked. "I'll only make it worse for you."
I swallowed thickly, resisting the urge to ask for more. Our lips were dangerously close together, close enough for me to smell the alcohol he'd had mixing with the mint of his toothpaste.
"Get in my bed," Grayson growled. "Right now. I want you in my arms tonight. From now on, you sleep in my bed, Kitty."
My heart swelled in my chest. Before I got the chance to pick myself up, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my new bedroom himself.
Chapter 9
Grayson
I cradled her in my arms for the rest of the night, and we woke up together in the guest bedroom. Her body was small and soft in my arms, and I cherished every breath she took as I held her. I had to resist the urge to bury my fingers in her silky depths as she slept, having to make peace with gently brushing my fingertips against her breasts instead. I wanted her. I wanted her more than I’d wanted any of the other toys. The others were merely amusement, a way to pass the time. With Kitty, it felt real.
We had breakfast together while I explained I’d taken the day off for her. She seemed excited by the idea, but there was a note of sadness in her eyes I couldn’t miss, and it brought me down, too.
Finally, after we were done with breakfast, and we settled down in the living room to admire the skyline and read, I decided to address it.
“Why the sad eyes?”
She hesitated; unsure whether she should tell me the truth. Finally, her lips parted, and the words came pouring out, as if she’d waited years to answer my question. “I’m just… worried that you’ll force me.”
“Force you?” I repeated, raising a brow. “Force you to do what?”
“To… you know.” She flushed again. “To have sex with you.”
“I won’t force you.” My voice was gentler, kinder now. “I will make you beg for it, and I will fuck you someday, when you’re ready. I’ll edge you to the point you’ll be begging me for more, but I’ll never force you, Amicia. I told you—I’m not an evil man.”
“Then why would you make me wait?” she demanded, making me smile as I touched her cheek, brushing it with my fingers.
“Because I like to watch you squirm,” I muttered. “And I know you’re going to be so damn beautiful when you’re begging me for more.”
“More what?” her words were barely above a whisper.
“More pain… more pleasure… more everything.” I kissed the top of her head, finding it remarkable how attached I’d gotten to the