39. Tanner

THIRTY-NINE

TANNER

I enter the playroom, my cock already starting to harden at the sight in front of me. Grace is on her knees on the floor, just like I told her to be when we walked in the door tonight. Seeing her take Cash down so confidently had me rock hard, my cock begging me to take her to a vacant room and fuck her against a wall. But I knew I needed to get her home in order to do everything I want to do to her.

I take her in as she waits for me, wearing nothing but a white leather thigh harness. Small bows decorate the straps that run down the middle of each ass cheek, and I have to bite my knuckles to stop from groaning out loud. I've never gotten to fully experience a scene like this sexually, and I'm questioning whether or not I'm going to be able to do everything I want to do before the need to be inside her overwhelms me.

I can see her shoulders rising and falling as she takes quick, shallow breaths, and I know the anticipation of what's about to happen is killing her.

Good.

I take my time, rolling up the sleeves of my white button up dress shirt before walking over to the wall and pulling down four bondage cuffs. I return to her, putting my fingers under her chin and tipping it up so her eyes are on mine. "Are you sure about this?" I ask.

"Yes, sir," she replies confidently.

"Is spanking a limit?" After the last time, and the way she reacted, I want to make sure nothing about that has changed. I don't want to cross any lines with her.

"I want you to spank me, sir. Please turn my ass red."

Fuuuuuuckkkkkkk.

I chuckle darkly. "I'll be doing more than that tonight, beautiful," I tell her. "You'll be sleeping on your stomach for a week after I'm done with you."

She releases a shaky exhale as I wrap a cuff around each wrist, double checking that they're tight enough for her not to slip out, but not so tight that they're cutting off her circulation. She's going to be in them for a while.

"Stand," I order. She obeys immediately, and I sink to my knees in front of her, securing the other cuffs around her ankles. I press a soft kiss to her exposed pussy before standing back up.

"I want you on my cross," I say, making her tremble with anticipation. Truthfully, I want her everywhere in this room, but I had the St. Andrew's cross built to her exact height, and I've fantasized a million times about what she'd look like spread out for me on it.

Putting a gentle hand on her lower back, I lead her across the room before spinning her to face me. I bring my mouth to hers, teasing her lips with my tongue until she opens for me. I kiss her roughly, walking her backward until she's pressed against the padding that runs along the wood of the cross. Without breaking away from her lips, I take each wrist and hook them to the rings at the top of each side. She's not stretched to her limit, so she has a little room to move, but it's very minimal. As I run my hands slowly down her arms, I can feel her thighs clench together against me. She's already aching, and we haven't even started.

"Bad girl," I scold, slapping her thigh before kneeling down and extending her leg out, securing the ankle cuff to one of the lower rings, then doing the same to the other. She's spread eagle, splayed wide for me to take whatever I want from her. And that's exactly what I plan to do.

"Such a pretty little slut," I say. "Holes wide open for me. I want them so badly, I can't decide which one to wreck first." Her eyes widen, but I don't miss the heat behind them. She's as turned on as I am right now thinking about the ways I'm going to defile her tonight. "And make no mistake, Grace. You'll be dripping cum from every one of them before you leave this room. I don't care if I have to fill you up after you've passed out. You'll take every fucking drop I have to give, won't you?"

"Mhmm," she squeaks out.

I turn, going to the chest of drawers and opening the top one. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have every detail of this night planned the moment I had this room built for us. There was never a question that Grace would be the only woman to ever set foot in it, so everything is set up for the things I've wanted to do to her.

I reach in, grabbing the three items that await her before closing the drawer and returning to where she's spread out for me. I set two on the side table for later as I step in front of her, looking into her eyes.

"This is going to get intense," I warn. "If it's too much, or if you just want me to stop, use your safe word."

"I will. I promise," she replies, looking at me with all the trust in the world. God, I fucking love this beautiful, perfect girl.

"Deep breath," I say, barely giving her a chance to let my words register before pinching her nipple tightly in the first clamp. She hisses a breath through her teeth, but the moan that comes after it tells me that she's going to like this as much as I am. "Good girl, baby," I praise. "Again." This time, she's ready for it when I clamp the other tight bud. I give the chain hanging between them a light tug, eliciting a loud whimper from her body.

I take a step back, admiring the sight in front of me. She's a goddess with her arms and legs stretched out, the harness hugging her waist and thighs, and her nipples that could cut glass being squeezed so tightly, I bet she could come just from me ghosting my fingers along them.

I step forward, putting my fingertips against her sternum and slowly inching my way down. Her breathing quickens and every muscle in her body tightens as I lower them between her tits, down to her belly button, then stop, resting them right above her mound. She attempts to raise to her tippy toes, desperate for those final few inches, but the restraints on her ankles prevent her from doing so.

"Aww," I mock, pushing my bottom lip into a patronizing pout. "Did you want to feel my fingers, beautiful?"

"Yes, sir. P-please," she stutters, trying to press up again to where I'm hovering over her clit. "Touch me."

I rear back my hand, landing a hard slap to the already swollen bundle of nerves. She cries out, slamming her eyes shut at the contact.

"Not a fucking chance," I tell her. "You'll take what I give, when I give it. And if you beg again, I'll gag you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she replies on a soft exhale. She's so worked up right now, and I haven't even really touched her yet. The power it gives me is more intoxicating than anything I've ever felt, and I can't stop myself from undoing my pants and pulling them down enough to give my cock room to grow. I'm so hard already, but I know I'm nowhere near where I'll be by the time I push into her. I want to feel as desperate as she does, so I ignore the urge to stroke myself, instead, focusing on her.

"Are you wet right now?" I ask. "Does me telling you what a needy slut you are make your cunt tingle?"

"I'm so wet," she whimpers in response. The sound makes me throb inside my boxer briefs as a bead of precum leaks from my tip. My instincts are telling me to fuck her right now, but I've waited so long for this, I'm going to make it last until I'm physically unable to take the torture anymore.

I reach between her legs, and I don't even have to fully breach her entrance to know that she's dripping. I can tell she's trying so hard to be good when she really wants to grind into me for relief.

I take mercy on her, spearing my middle finger all the way inside her warmth. She moans out loud, clenching so tightly that when I go to retreat, I only get sucked in further. I fight it, pulling out enough to add another finger before pressing back in until I'm cupping her with my palm.

"Is this what you wanted?" I coo. "To be stuffed full of my fingers so your greedy pussy could come?"

"Mhmm," she whines, losing the fight and grinding down, meeting me thrust for thrust. The chain hanging from her nipples swings as her tits bounce from the force, and it makes me double down, fucking her harder.

"Tanner! Yes!" she shouts as blotches of red bloom to life all over her hot skin. Sweat beads at her temples and I can feel her inner walls clamping down as her orgasm barrels toward her. Moans and heavy breaths fill the room, mixing with the sound of my fingers pushing into her dripping heat.

"I'm going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life, but I need you to be a good girl and let it happen, okay?" I ask as she bounces on my hand. She nods her head rapidly, her pussy beginning to seize around me. Just before she falls over the edge, I yank myself from her, but I don't let the build-up ebb .

"Show me what a fucking slut you are, Grace. Come for me." I grit out, reaching up to release both nipples from the clamps at the same time. I watch as blood rushes back to them and oxytocin flows through her body, triggering an intense, hands-free orgasm. Her hips buck wildly, fucking the air while she screams my name, riding it out until she has nothing left to give. It's the most awe-inspiring sight I've ever seen in my whole life, and I'm the lucky bastard that gets to watch her come undone like this.

When I see her muscles starting to go lax, I band an arm around her waist for support, so she doesn't pull on her wrists and shoulders. I kiss her cheek and whisper praises into her ear as she trembles with the aftershocks. She's exhausted, but I've barely even started, so I give her several minutes to recover before reaching up and releasing the wrist cuffs from the cross. When I'm sure that she's steady, I kneel in front of her, undoing her ankles while she uses my shoulders to stay upright. She's wobbly, but still completely coherent.

Not for long, though.

I stand, making sure she's able to bear her own weight, gently running my hands up and down her waist. "You okay?" I ask.

She exhales a soft laugh as she nods her head. And when she looks up at me with that gorgeous, dickmatized smile that I love so much, I break character for just a moment and grin back at her. "Was that funny?" I ask, raising a brow.

"I didn't know nipples could do that," she says, making me bark out a laugh. I fucking love this girl so goddamn much.

"I have a feeling I'm going to show you lots of things you didn't know your body was capable of," I reply. "You did so fucking good. Do you want to be done or are you ready for more?" I honestly would be happy, either way. As much as I've thought of this moment for the last five years, we have all the time in the world to play.

"I'm so ready for more," she rasps, looking up at me through her long, thick lashes. "I want to make you feel good, sir."

"There's my good fucking girl. Why don't you get on your knees."

She obeys, immediately lowering herself down to the floor, waiting for her next instruction. I make her squirm for a bit, slowly unbuttoning my shirt before shrugging it off my shoulders. I toss it aside, removing my pants and socks next.

"Take it out," I say, towering over her. The heat from before returns to her eyes as she reaches up, pulling my waistband down enough to free my aching cock. "Lick it."

Leaning forward, she braces one hand on my thigh, using the other to grip the base before running her warm, wet tongue over my piercings. I grit my teeth to calm down, because the way she's keeping eye contact as she does it is enough to do me in right here. She's a fucking wet dream on her knees, making sure to cover every inch of me with saliva.

"Look at you," I coo, "so eager to please." She preens under my praise, taking my tip into her mouth.

I land a tight slap to her cheek, causing her to pop off of me. "Did I tell you that you could do that?"

"No, sir," she replies. "I'm sorry. You just taste so good."

I grin down at her. "Okay, you want to suck it so badly? Fine." I pull off my briefs before reaching down and clipping each of the wrist cuffs to the hooks on her waist harness. There's an inch or so of slack, but otherwise, she's completely restrained.

I walk over to the chest, opening another drawer and pulling out a small red ball. When I return, I hold it up in front of her. "If you want to stop, squeeze this." I demonstrate, showing her how it squeaks between my fingers. She can't tap my thighs to tell me she feels unsafe, and she won't be able to speak in a minute.

"Okay," she says, her voice trembling with need as I put the ball in her right hand.

"You ready to get face fucked, Bunny?" I ask, feeling a jolt of power flow through my veins as she nods her assent. "Open."

As soon as her lips part, I shove between them, immediately hitting the back of her throat. It constricts around me as her eyes widen, tears beginning to pool in them almost immediately. I bring my hand to the back of her head as she tries to retreat, preventing her from moving. Taking a few more seconds to enjoy every sensation, I let go and pull out of her mouth. She coughs and sputters as her lungs fill back up, but I don't give her much of a reprieve.

"Deep breath," I tell her. She inhales and I push back in, holding her tightly to me while her throat violently spasms in protest. Her eyes fill again, and her face starts to turn a beautiful shade of pink as I look down at her with a cocky smirk. I give her two light slaps to the cheek as she tries to fight my hand on the back of her head.

"Nope," I say. "You don't need air. You're okay." I give it another few seconds, pulling out again while she struggles to breathe. A string of thick saliva still connects us, her makeup is smudged under her eyes, and I swear, she's never looked more beautiful. And just when I think she can't possibly surprise me any more than she already has with how well she's taking this, she does.

"More."