Chapter 11

11

GRACE

“ S o, let me get this straight, he’s been creeping on you all semester?”

I nod. “Yeah. He just stares at me in class or shows up when I’m in the student union. He asks all these inappropriate questions and wants me to come by after office hours when it’s just going to be us. It’s … it’s creepy.”

“Have you ever gone to his boss about this? I mean, what he’s doing is totally inappropriate,” he says. “And you’re probably not the only one he’s doing that to.”

“I just haven’t wanted to cause any trouble. I mean, he’s in charge of my grades, and I can’t afford to damage my GPA,” I tell him. “I figured I’d just keep putting him off and get through the semester then maybe say something.”

He frowns but nods. “Yeah. I get it.”

We’re sitting on the sofa in Griffin’s loft. It’s a large, industrial-type space made of distressed red brick with exposed pipes overhead and a row of cantilever windows along one wall. He’s got a space with body bags and weights to work out, the living room area we’re in now, a large granite island and behind that, a galley-style kitchen, and his sleeping area behind a silk screen. It’s a nice place, and even more surprising to me, it’s immaculate. He keeps a really nice house. Almost obsessively so. It’s just one more thing on the list of Griffin’s surprising traits.

“Anyway, thanks for running him off,” I say. “I have a feeling he’s not going to bother me again after that.”

“You never know. Creeps like him can be persistent,” he replies. “Just make sure you keep your eyes open when you’re around that guy.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Good girl.”

A mischievous grin on my lips, I hike up my skirt and climb into Griffin’s lap, straddling him as I lean down and kiss him. His tongue is soft and still tastes like the wine he had with dinner. Griffin’s hands are rough as they cup my ass, squeezing it as he kisses me with a passion that nearly steals my breath. I feel his cock growing stiff against my center, and I writhe against it, rubbing my clit against him. Griffin swallows my shuddering moan as I tease myself.

His hands slide up my back, and I feel him twine his fingers through my hair. Then he yanks my head back hard enough to make me wince. But then he kisses my neck, gently nipping at my skin with his teeth, sending warm shudders of pleasure coursing through me. I raise my arms as Griffin slides my sweater off and tosses it aside. He kisses the tops of my breasts and deftly unhooks my bra, which quickly joins my sweater on the floor. A low groan passes my lips as he squeezes my breasts and flickers his tongue over my nipples.

“Yes, baby,” I moan.

He cups my chin in his hand, looking me in the eye. “Daddy,” he says, his voice low and hoarse. “You call me Daddy, you dirty little girl.”

The heat in his voice makes me wet, and I grind myself against him even harder. I smile at him seductively.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “I am your dirty little girl.”

Griffin raises his hips and wiggles out of his pants, liberating his long, thick cock. Quickly jumping to my feet, I shimmy out of my panties and toss them aside, then sit back down on his lap again. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his dick, squeezing it until he gasps. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me into another fiery kiss. His tongue lashes mine as I stroke his cock and rub the head of it against my button, sending bolts of electricity firing through my veins. Raising myself up, I slip the head of his dick between my dripping wet pussy, but he pulls himself away.

“Not yet,” he says.

“Please, Daddy. I need you inside of me.”

“Not until I say you can.”

I pout. “Please, Daddy. I need to feel you.”

Moving with a speed I wasn’t expecting, I squeal as Griffin spins me down onto the couch, and I’m suddenly on my back. He braces himself on his arms, looking down at me, the tip of his cock brushing my warm, wet center.

“I told you,” he growls. “Not until I say so.”

Griffin kisses me hard, and my entire body tingles. I arch my back, raising my hips to meet him, and feel his cock slip between my folds. He pulls back and smiles at me, then begins rubbing the length of his staff against my clit, the friction of it making me shudder and groan. I press my head back and close my eyes, a stuttering gasp bursting from my mouth. And then, without warning, Griffin plunges his length into me.

I gasp and cry out, gripped by a flash of pain at being stretched open like that. The pain is quickly overwhelmed by the endorphins that follow, and pleasure washes through me.

He holds my gaze and starts to move his hips, the length of his cock sliding inside me. The feeling of his body on mine, of him moving within me, raises goosebumps all over my body. I can’t keep the breathy moan flowing from my mouth. I look up at Griffin, unable to even articulate what he’s making me feel.

“Daddy, oh God,” I gasp.

I wrap my legs around his waist and grip his forearms so hard, my fingernails dig into his skin. He winces but smiles at me and starts thrusting into me harder.

“Yes, Daddy,” I cry. “Harder. Give it to me harder.”

Griffin complies and starts to pound me harder.

“You feel so fucking good, baby girl,” he grunts.

“I love having you inside of me, Daddy. You feel so good.”

Griffin kisses me, then pulls out. Before I can protest, he moves quickly and buries his tongue deep inside of me. I grip his hair, pulling it wildly as he licks and laps at my center. My whole body vibrates, and I feel like I can’t catch my breath as he eats me. Pressure builds up between my thighs, and when the dam breaks, I arch my back and call out Griffin’s name as I come harder than I ever have. As I thrash around on the couch, he holds me down and keeps licking me, his tongue making me twitch and touching off explosions of pleasure inside of me.

My orgasm has barely ebbed when Griffin climbs back up and braces himself over me. He thrusts his hips, sliding deep into my opening, and I gasp. With a wicked little grin on his lips, he pounds his cock into me, not letting me catch my breath. Pleasure and pain tear through me, making my body feel like it’s on fire. As I look up into his steely gaze, my mouth falls open, and a gasp bursts from my mouth as he wraps a hand around my throat. He squeezes hard, cutting off my air.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I croak. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

“Dirty little girl. You like that?”

I don’t have enough air to form a word, so I just nod. As he fucks me, my face grows hot, and my vision wavers. Griffin loosens his hold, and I draw in a deep lungful of air, then grab his hand and make him choke me again.

“You’re such a dirty little girl,” he groans.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Griffin’s face turns red, and the veins on the sides of his neck stand out as he grits his teeth. He’s trying to hold back, but I feel his cock swelling inside of me. I know he’s almost there. He keeps pumping his hips, driving himself into me while he chokes me. The sensations that rock me from head to toe are intense and push me toward the brink once more. And when Griffin throws his head back and lets out a cry that’s more animal than human, I feel his cock twitch then pulse. A moment later, I feel him flooding me with his come.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “Holy fuck.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp. “Fill me up.”

He trembles and holds himself above me in his arms, sweat dotting his brow. His face is still red, and he’s panting, but he looks down at me with a look caught somewhere between awe and adoration. Griffin leans down and kisses me tenderly.

“You are amazing,” he says.

“We’re amazing,” I reply, still trying to catch my own breath.

Griffin flops onto his back and pulls me on top of him. I lay my head on his chest and trace circles on his flat, taut belly with the tip of my finger. The blip with Professor Bryson aside, tonight has been perfect. Utterly perfect. And as I listen to the hard, steady rhythm of Griffin’s heart in his chest, I already know I’m losing mine to him.