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13
CLAIRE
I don’t even realizeGriff has moved back off the bed until he’s back and sitting beside me with the spikey wheel thing. I know he told me the name of it awhile back, but I can’t remember now. I can’t even remember my last name right now. My mouth is dry from crying out. I feel like I just danced an entire first act on my own.
“How do you feel?” he asks as he runs the pinwheel over one of my palms.
“I feel,” I can’t even find the right word to describe how I feel right now, “brain dead. I didn’t think I could orgasm like that back to back. So intense.”
“I’m just getting started, Tsarina.”
My skin erupts in goosebumps as the spikes on the pinwheel poke my arm lightly. He maneuvers it up and over my shoulder to my neck as he leans down and pulls my nipple into his mouth. He bites down and smiles as I squirm beneath him. He opens his mouth and flicks the tiny pink bud in the most obscenely sexy way. I don’t know how, but I can feel my pussy growing wet and hot again.
“I love your neck,” he says putting his hand over it. “It’s so long and elegant. The perfect size for me to wrap my hand around.” He gently squeezes, not enough to cut off my air supply or anything, but enough to send a shot of adrenaline through my body.
His lips come down on mine as he settles on top of me. I can feel how hard his cock is through his pants. He teases me by pressing it up against me, grinding for just a second. I growl when I try to wrap my legs around his waist, but the restraints barely give me an inch of wiggle room.
I feel his chest vibrate with laughter and fight the urge to whine. I’m not giving into his games. I’m Claire Volkov, ice princess, no one is going to make me beg, even a sexy and dominant Griff.
He pushes up off me, and I immediately miss his weight and warmth over me. He stands up and pulls his pants off. I fight the urge to lick my lips as I watch his cock bob free. His piercing glints in the candlelight. I want nothing more than to take him deep into my mouth, down my throat, but instead he kneels between my legs.
He watches me as he begins to stroke himself. I’m half incredibly frustrated that I can’t touch him and half fascinated watching him move. Everything about him is beautiful in this moment. The way one of the veins in his neck sticks out, the tick of his jaw as my eyes travel all over his body. His abs ripple, and his breathing deepens. His sexy as fuck hand is wrapped around the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.
“Sir,” I whimper as I try to wiggle down closer to him.
His eyes darken, but he keeps going until I see his dick pulsing in his hand. He lets go with a grunt, not allowing himself to come yet. The look in his eyes is so intense it’s almost scary, but then he’s unbuckling the ankle and wrist restraints.
“On your stomach, ass in the air,” he commands.
I immediately do it. There’s a deep curiosity within me about what the first crack of his palm will feel like against my ass. I’d never really thought about what being spanked would feel like, but ever since our first night together, I’ve wondered.
His fingers are kneading my ass and the backs of my thighs. “Remember your safe words, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
A low growl sounds deep in his throat before his hand comes down on my ass. The sting hits first followed quickly by a warmth. He rubs the area he just slapped before doing it again on the other cheek. Much to my surprise every spank brings a rush of heat to my core, making me ache for more. More of his hands on me, his cock in me. I try to relieve the ache by squeezing my thighs together, but he forces them apart.
“I want to see you spread wide for me.”
Crack!
That was the hardest spank yet, and a low moan falls from my lips.
“You like this, don’t you?” He finally teases me with the tip of his cock. The metal of his piercing over my clit makes me whimper.
I arch back, trying to slide onto him, but he grips my hips and pushes me forward. “Not yet, Tsarina.”
My head drops to the mattress in frustration. I want to feel him so bad, but he just keeps teasing me. His hands are massaging my ass, rubbing at the patches of warmth from the impact of his hands. He slides two fingers inside of me and grabs my hair, pulling me up so my back is against his front.
“Are you ready to get fucked like a good girl, Tsarina?” he asks before biting my neck.
“Yes,” I say as he spins me in his arms, lifting me onto his lap.
I slide down his shaft until I can’t go any further, shuddering at how good he feels buried deep inside me. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his neck while I rock my hips. His hands wrap around my hips and lift me so he can thrust into me from below. The sound of our sweat slicked skin slapping together and our panted breath fills the air. His thumb finds my clit as he starts to come, bringing me to climax just after him.
We sit there holding each other up, our hearts beating wildly against each other’s chests. I lean back, looking into his eyes which have taken on a honey hue in the candlelight. I press a chaste kiss to his lips and linger there, letting myself enjoy this moment since I know I’ll ultimately end up stopping this relationship before it gets any deeper.
“Lay down on your stomach and relax,” he says after a few minutes of running his hands up and down my back, kissing my neck. “I’ll be right back.” He slides off the bed and walks into the bathroom.
