35. Chapter Thirty-Five

The click of the cuffs, the cold metal wrapped around my wrists, should have alarmed me. Instead, it ramped up my desire, lust coursing through me like a five-alarm fire. Grayson was fulfilling so many things on my list tonight, I couldn’t even keep track of them all.

I stopped trying to mentally cross them off and just let myself feel. Let myself slip away to that special place where I didn’t have to think. Where he made all the decisions, and I gladly obeyed. Knowing the whole time that I could call a halt to it all with just one word.

That even though he was my Dom, my alpha, I was the one who was really in charge.

That was a powerful feeling and the trust I had in him made it possible for me to float. My head was mushy, my body boneless, every touch, kiss, caress heightened by a hundred.

The cuffs held my wrists snugly, but not too tightly. My shoulders pulled a bit, and I flexed, trying to adjust them.

“Lean forward, love,” Grayson rumbled in my ear, and I gushed slick at the endearment.

He had put me on display, had me crawl on all fours to him. Had me warm his cock while he had ignored me and drank his drink. He was fucking me out in the open, eyes watching us.

And now he had me handcuffed, my head and chest resting on the table in front of us, ass still stuffed full of his cock while he was still dressed. Wearing one of his sexy power suits, fitted so perfectly to his body, that he had a closet full of but never wore anymore. His red power tie neatly around his neck, the one he had bound my wrists with a year ago in the hotel room.

His fingers gripped my hips hard, moving me on his cock, and I was helpless to do anything but let him. And Goddess how I loved all of it. My ass was so slippery with slick, I was sure it was dripping all over his pants where the material bunched against my bare skin. His open zipper scraped over my ass cheeks every now and then, biting into my tender flesh. He picked up the pace, the motion moving me against the table. Each time I slid against the coarse tablecloth a breathy moan escaped my lips.

It was all I was capable of doing. Making ragged, gasping moans and pleas. Single words slipped out between my ragged breaths. Words like more, harder, yeeessss, and fuuuccckkk hissed from between my clenched teeth on repeat. My hands trapped by the cuffs flexed, my muscles trembled and my dick ached, still trapped inside the jock.

There was no way for me to touch myself, free myself, and finally I begged Grayson with a wailed, “Please touch me, please, please, please…”

The sounds of the club drifted away, the faces blurring, the conversations around us becoming little more than white noise. I was completely caught up in Grayson. His hands. His mouth. His beard scraping against the back of my neck. The tug of the metal cuffs against my wrists. His cock sliding deliciously in and out of me.

His hand snaked into the mesh of the jock, squeezing my cock with the perfect amount of pleasure and stars exploded around me. Bright bursts of colors bloomed behind my closed eyes. My muscles went rigid. The air in my chest was trapped in a silent scream, my mouth open but no sound emitted from my throat. My orgasm ripped through me, pleasure and pain, and ecstasy rolled together in a perfect combination.

His dick swelled inside me, growing impossibly large, but he jerked out of me before he came inside me. His cum landed on my ass, the backs of my thighs, sliding down and hitting the floor between my feet.

It was heaven and hell and he was my own personal devil.

I barely felt the cuffs release my wrists or the gentle kneading of his fingers against the flesh there. My body was absolutely limp, boneless, and I sank into that feeling. Closing my eyes with a small sigh of contentment, I let go and slid down. His arms caught me, cradling me tenderly to his wide chest, before my knees could connect with the hard floor.

Grayson carried me away from the eyes that had watched us, into someplace quiet, laying me down on a soft mattress. Hard plastic touched my lips, and then a softly whispered, “Drink, sweetheart,” and cool water washed down my parched throat.

Soft, warm clothes covered me, as he moved my limbs and dressed me. Strong hands rubbed my skin, checking my circulation a second time. More water, more massaging, until my head finally started to clear and I began to feel more like myself. Blinking my eyes open, the room slowly shifted into focus.

Grayson was sitting on the side of the soft bed, smiling warmly at me.

“Hi,” I croaked, and a fresh bottle of water appeared in front of me. Guzzling like I was dying of thirst, I glanced around the room. It contained a bed, dresser, and a small refrigerator. “Where are we?”

“Aftercare room,” he told me, taking the bottle when I was done, and opening a chocolate bar. Breaking off a piece of the dark chocolate, he handed it to me and I nibbled on it. Dark chocolate wasn’t my favorite but I could handle it in small doses. “I reserved it when I set this up.”

“It was intense.” Stretching, I wiggled my muscles. I still felt shaky, but I was warm and comfy in the sweats and hoodie. “Is this yours?” Sinking down into the soft material, it smelled like Grayson.

He nodded, “I thought it might help.”

“Mmmm, it’s nice. But–”

“What do you need, sweetheart? More water? Chocolate?”

He was incredibly sweet, this big, intense, fierce alpha, and I loved him for it. Shaking my head, I held out my hand, “Can we go home now? Pick up our daughter, and just go home. I want to cuddle in bed at home.”

He swept me up in his arms so fast it made me dizzy. “Grayson, I can walk.” Though, my legs were still shaky, in truth.

“Shh, let me be. Besides, I want everyone out there to make sure they know you’re mine.”

Laying my head on his shoulder, I melted into his arms. “Love you.”

“Love you, too, mon petit,” he growled, kissing me softly and taking me home.