21. Ecco

21

ECCO

M y breath catches at his command, a thrill racing through me at the dominance in his tone.

Without a word, I step back, my fingers trembling slightly as I reach for the buttons of my blouse. One by one, I undo them, revealing my skin. Graeme's gaze is a physical weight, scorching my flesh as he watches me disrobe.

The blouse falls to the floor in a whisper of fabric. I reach behind me, unclasping my bra and letting it slide down my arms. Graeme's eyes darken, his jaw clenching as he takes in the sight of my bare breasts.

"Gods, you're sexy," he murmurs.

Emboldened by his reaction, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt, shimmying it down over my hips until it pools at my feet, leaving me bare before him. A thrill of anticipation runs through me as Graeme rakes his gaze over my naked form, taking in every curve and hollow.

"Come here," he commands.

I move towards him as if pulled by an invisible string, drawn to the heat of his body like a moth to a flame. When I'm close enough to touch, Graeme reaches out, his large hands gripping my waist and pulling me flush against him. I gasp at the contact, my bare breasts pressing against the rough fabric of his shirt.

He joins his mouth to mine in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, claiming me. I moan into the kiss. He pulls back.

"You're okay with me taking control?" he asks, getting clear consent from me.

"Yes," I breathe, desire pulsing through me so strongly that I might combust. "Please."

"And protection?" he asks. "We have condoms in the chest. I'm clean, though. I've been tested recently and I've—I've never gone bare with someone."

My nipples tighten. It's so fucking hot that he's stopping to ask these questions. "I'm clean too and I'm on birth control. We can use a condom if that's what you prefer. But if you're comfortable with it, I'd love to skip it. I just… want to feel you inside of me, fully."

Graeme's eyes flash with primal hunger. "We'll skip it, then," he says.

In one swift motion, he sweeps me into his arms, carrying me towards the large, ornate bed. He lays me down gently on the plush duvet, his powerful form looming over me.

The bed, of course, immediately starts vibrating.

My heart races as Graeme begins to methodically remove his own clothing, revealing his chiseled physique inch by tantalizing inch. I drink in the sight of him, marveling at the raw power emanating from every line and plane of his body.

Once fully unclothed, Graeme reaches into the carved wooden chest at the foot of the bed—the one we were both mortified by on our first night here—and retrieves a set of padded handcuffs. He dangles them from one finger, gauging my reaction.

"Do you trust me, Ecco?" His voice is a low rumble, filled with dark promise.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "Yes," I whisper, desire and nerves warring within me. "I trust you."

With a nod of satisfaction, Graeme secures the cuffs around my wrists, the soft lining a sensual contrast to the cool metal encircling my skin. He lifts my arms above my head, attaching the cuffs to a hidden hook on the ornate headboard. I tug experimentally on my bonds, a thrill racing through me when I realize I'm completely at his mercy.

Graeme steps back, his heated gaze raking over my bound and bared form.

"You're exquisite like this," he murmurs, appreciation and hunger warring on his face. "Laid out before me, trapped where I know you're safe, mine to devour."

His words ignite a fire in my core, my body aching for his touch. But Graeme seems content to take his time, trailing a single finger down the column of my throat, between the valley of my breasts, over the quivering plane of my stomach.

I arch into his touch, a needy whimper escaping my lips.

"Please," I beg, too far gone to care about my pride. "Touch me, Graeme."

He chuckles. "Oh, I intend to do much more than touch you, little siren."

My breath hitches as Graeme kneels before me, his broad shoulders nudging my thighs further apart. He places a reverent kiss on my inner thigh, his cool skin sliding deliciously against me. I squirm against my bonds, desperate for more, for the heat of his mouth where I need him most.

But Graeme takes his time, trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses up my leg, his tongue darting out to taste my skin. He nips playfully at the crease of my thigh, so close to my aching center but not nearly close enough.

I let out a frustrated whine, arching my hips in a silent plea.

"Patience, Ecco," he admonishes, his voice a low, seductive purr. "I want to savor you."

His words make me gasp, my core clenching with want. When his mouth finally, finally reaches the apex of my thighs, I nearly sob with relief. Graeme takes a deep inhale, as if intoxicated by my scent.

"You smell divine," he growls. Graeme's tongue darts out, dragging a slow, torturous lick up my folds.

My hips buck off the bed, a strangled moan tearing from my throat at the exquisite sensation. He chuckles approvingly against my sensitive flesh, the vibrations making me shudder.

Then he sets to work in earnest, his mouth hot and demanding as he devours me. He licks and sucks at my most intimate places, spearing his tongue inside me before swirling around my aching clit.

It's almost too much, the intensity of the pleasure bordering on pain. I strain against the cuffs, desperate to bury my hands in his hair, to grind myself against his face.

But I'm trapped, completely at his mercy as he takes me apart with lips and teeth and tongue.

"Graeme, please," I keen, my head thrashing on the pillow. "I need… I need..."

"I know what you need." Graeme thrusts two thick fingers inside my dripping channel, curling them to hit that perfect spot within me. At the same time, he seals his lips around my clit and sucks hard, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure ripping through me.

I shatter instantly, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as I come apart with a hoarse cry of his name.

I barely have time to come down when Graeme starts back up, his mouth insistent against my wet heat. I gasp, realizing what he's doing, that he's going to take me to the brink again.

"Graeme," I moan, a plea and admonishment in one.

"If you need me to stop, just say stop," he murmurs against my thigh. "But don't say it unless you mean it."

And with that, he plunges his fingers into me again. Graeme keeps his face buried between my thighs, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive me wild with pleasure. It's almost too much sensation, the way he laves my most sensitive spots while his fingers stroke deep inside me. He hits that perfect place that makes me see stars.

I thrash against the cuffs holding me captive, my body bowing off the bed as Graeme relentlessly pushes me towards another peak. Incoherent moans and whimpers spill from my lips, the only word I can form is his name, chanted like a desperate prayer.

"That's it, Ecco," Graeme rumbles against my slick flesh. "Let go. I've got you."

His words are my undoing. With a keening cry, I shatter once more, my inner walls clamping down on his pumping fingers as ecstasy crashes over me in wave after wave.

Graeme takes me to the edge and over three more times. By the time he finally pulls his face away from my thighs, I'm a babbling, boneless mess, tears running down my cheeks as I literally sob with pleasure. I've never had a sexual experience like this.

He's successfully rendered me incapable of thinking, just as I'd begged him to.

Graeme undoes my handcuffs, and I instantly have my hands in his hair, pulling him down to kiss me.

I can taste myself on his lips as we kiss, the erotic intimacy of it making me shudder against him. My hands roam his granite body, mapping every hard plane and chiseled line. I trail my fingers down his back, marveling at the powerful wings tucked against his shoulder blades.

Graeme's hard body presses mine into the mattress, his hips cradled between my thighs. The thick length of him nudges against my entrance, and a fresh wave of desire crashes over me despite my satiated state.

I roll my hips against his and reach down, brushing my hand against his cock.

Breaking the kiss, Graeme rears back, looking down at me with an intensity that steals my breath. His pale blue eyes shine in the dim light of the room, boring into mine as if he can see straight into my soul.

"Are you trying to take back control, Ecco? Do I need to tie you down?" he asks me, his tone serious but with a joking look in his eye.

I bite back a smile. "No, sir."

"So you're going to be a good girl for me?"

His words make my nipples peak and I arch my back off the bed toward him. "Aren't I always?" I tease.

Graeme growls, leaning down to run his tongue along my neck. I moan and he bites, softly. "You know you're not," he hisses in my ear.

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" The words come out of me almost moaning. "What will happen if I'm bad?"

"You'll be punished."

Graeme rolls me to my side and then swats me on the ass, hard enough to sting but not truly hurt. I gasp at the sharp sensation, a thrill of excitement racing through me.

"Punished how?" I breathe, my mind conjuring all sorts of delicious scenarios.

Before tonight, I never would've imagined giving up control in this way, but everything with Graeme feels easy. Safe. Wholly right.

"However I see fit," Graeme rumbles, his large hand soothing over the slight sting on my backside. "But right now, I have other plans for you."

With that, he rolls me onto my back once more, settling his powerful body over mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him closer, relishing the delicious weight of him pressing me into the mattress.

Graeme reaches between us, grasping his hard length and lining himself up with my entrance. He pauses, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my slick folds.

"Do you want this, Ecco?" he asks softly.

My gaze locks with his. The raw emotion I see swirling in those pale blue depths takes my breath away—desire, possessiveness, tenderness, all warring for dominance.

"Yes," I say. "Please, Graeme."

With a groan, Graeme sinks slowly into me. I gasp at the first touch of his cold skin inside of my heat, a sensation that I've never experienced before. It's unexpected and incredible.

I moan as he pushes in further, relishing the incredible sensation of his thick cock stretching me. Graeme pauses when he's fully sheathed, giving us both a moment to adjust to the intensity of the connection.

"Gods, you feel incredible," he says, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself still. "So warm, so perfect."

I can only moan in response, my brain short-circuiting from this amazing male buried hilt-deep inside of me.

Graeme begins to move, withdrawing almost fully before surging back in with a slow, powerful thrust. I cry out at the sensation, my nails digging into his back as I cling to him, anchoring myself against the onslaught of pleasure.

He sets a steady, relentless pace, each deep stroke stoking the embers of my desire higher and higher. I meet him thrust for thrust, tilting my hips to take him even deeper.

Graeme leans down, capturing my lips in a mind-melting kiss that leaves me breathless. His tongue plunders my mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips as he claims me so thoroughly. I lose myself in the sensations, in the taste and feel and scent of him surrounding me, consuming me.

"Ecco," Graeme groans against my lips, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more urgent.

I can tell he's close, his impressive control finally starting to fray at the edges. The knowledge that I can affect him this way, that I can make him lose himself in me, sends a heady thrill through my veins.

I tighten my legs around him, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he hits that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. Pleasure ignites along my nerve endings, building and coalescing into an inferno threatening to engulf me. My orgasm's approaching, cresting like a tidal wave about to break upon the shore.

"Graeme," I gasp, my voice breathy and desperate. "I'm going to… I need..."

"Let go, Ecco," he commands, his voice a deep growl reverberating through my body. "Come with me."

As if waiting for his permission, my climax crashes over me, stealing my breath and obliterating all rational thought. I clench around Graeme's thick, cold length, my inner walls fluttering and squeezing him as waves of ecstasy roll through me.

I dimly hear Graeme's answering groan. His hips stutter and then surge forward one final time as he finds his own release, spilling himself deep inside me, a contrasting heat against his cool length.

For long moments, we stay locked together, our harsh breaths mingling as we come down from the high of our shared passion. Graeme's forehead rests against mine, his eyes closed, his handsome face awash in a blissful, sated expression.

After everything we've gone through this evening, I'm too tired to keep my eyes open a minute longer. I start to drift off to sleep in his strong arms. And as I do, a thought bubbles to the surface.

Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll need a bodyguard forever.