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15
CLAIRE
It’s fittingfor my last night with Griff to happen the same way our first night together did. Locked away in a room following a wedding. Luckily, everyone was in a hurry to get to their rooms, so all we had to do was hang back a minute after getting out of the limo.
Griff opens the door to my room, and as soon as I hear the deadbolt lock behind him, I launch my launch myself at him. I’ve wanted to hold him, kiss him, and love him all night long. It was all I could focus on, how much I wanted to be freely in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with all the pent-up passion inside my body.
He meets that passion with equal desire, devouring my lips as he pulls the zipper of my dress down. The satiny material slides down my body leaving me standing in nothing but a lace thong. His cup both of my breasts, tweaking my nipples with expert flicks of his fingers.
I pull his tie off, letting it drop to the floor beside my dress. My fingers move quickly, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. He runs his fingers through my hair, dislodging the curls from their pins until they fall down my back.
Then his Dom persona rises to the surface as he pulls my hair, arching my head back and giving him access to my neck. It’s all lips, teeth, and tongue as I cling to him, moaning at his ferocious change in demeanor. He lifts me into his arms and walks over to the bed.
“Hands on the post,” he says as he sets me down.
I wrap my hands around the post while he walks over and picks up his tie. With deft movements, he ties it around my wrists holding me to the post. I hear him unbuckle his belt and pull it from the belt loops. I stand there for a minute, unsure of where he’s going with this. I jump when I hear the crack of his belt snapping against itself.
“Tsarina,” he says deeply, “do you want to know what my belt feels like?”
Do I want to know? I can feel the chills racing over my body, but I’m not afraid. Part of me wants this, wants to experience this with him. I want so desperately to have every memory possible. Liquid heat fills my core as I look over my shoulder and nod.
“Remember what I said about consent?”
“Yes, I want to know what your belt feels like.” My voice is strong and clear, no wobble or uncertainty to be found. I answer his next question about safe words with the same steady voice.
“Good girl,” he says a second before his belt makes contact with my ass.
I gasp in shock at the impact, the heat of the sting lingers, and he rubs his hand over the mark. His fingers slip along the edge of my thong, down my crack until they find my wet folds. He circles his fingers over my clit with a grunt of approval at how wet I am.
“Do you like this Tsarina? Being my toy?” One finger slips inside me, pumping torturously slowly. “It makes you wet, doesn’t it? Giving me all the control.”
I nod and shift my feet a little wider, hoping he’ll continue to work me with his fingers until I come. When I move my hips against his hand, attempting to increase the friction, he withdraws his hand. The belt cracks down against me again.
“I’m not ready to let you come yet, Tsarina. We’re just getting started.” He rubs the second impact site with another sound of approval. “Your skin is the prettiest shade of pink right now.”
He slaps the belt against me one more time with a growl. “Spread your legs,” he says as he drops to his knees behind me. He pulls my thong to the side and spreads me open. He kisses me all over, covering my welts with sweet kisses, circling my tight hole with one of his fingers, before he finally brings his mouth to my dripping core. He swirls his tongue around my clit until my legs start shaking, and then he adds a finger to my pussy. He hums against me, and between the vibration from that and his tongue flicking my clit, I cry out as I hit the peak of an orgasm. My walls tremor and contract around his fingers, but he keeps his pace until my body goes slack.
He stands and reaches over me, untying my wrists, while one hand supports my lax body. He lays me down on the bed and lays down on his side, so we’re facing each other. At some point, he lost his pants which is great for me because I can reach down and slowly stroke his hard length. My thumb brushes the piercing at his tip.
I push him onto his back and scoot down the bed, so I’m right beside him. My tongue replaces my thumb, circling the tip of his cock. He pulls my hair into a low ponytail with his hand, so he can watch me. I look up at him as I lick the length of his cock from tip to base, loving the way he seems to harden even more against my tongue.
With one hand cupping his balls, I take him fully into my mouth and as far down my throat as possible. I pull back a little when I start to gag but keep bobbing my head up down, alternating between licks and sucking his cock. I slide one finger from his balls to his crack, doing to him what he did to me, teasing him. He pulls my hand away from his ass, and I smile around his cock, thinking I’ve finally pushed to one of his boundaries.
“If you’re going to put your finger in my ass make sure it’s wet first.” He puts my finger in his mouth, covering it with saliva. He smirks down at me. “You’re good now.”
It feels like a challenge. I’ve never done this, but Friday was talking about it once. Something about a male g-spot or prostate. At least Griff is open to letting me try. I continue sucking his cock like I need it to breathe and slowly slide my finger in his ass. Friday said something about it being at the front, so I gently probe until his muscles clench around me and his abs flex. He tries to push me off him, but I shake my head. I want him in every part of me. He comes with a grunt down my throat. I swallow every drop before sliding back up.
He pulls me up to his shoulder where I nestle in. He kisses my forehead and nuzzles me. “Claire,” he takes a deep breath, “I love you.”
I freeze for a moment, overcome by the words he just spoke out loud. I love him too, so much. My heart shatters into a thousand pieces as I realize this will be the only time I hear him say those words to me. I can’t say them back, it doesn’t seem right knowing what I’m about to do tomorrow. So instead, I kiss him.
I kiss him and hope that he feels my love in that kiss. I hope that he feels my absolute devotion to him. The fact that I will never, ever love someone the way that I do him. I want him to feel my desire, my respect, my affection, and my need for him.
As we kiss, I hitch my leg up over his hip. He’s still hard or hard again as I reach down and tease myself with the tip of his dick between my slick folds. He moves his hips up, pushing inside of me. We both pause as he fills me completely before our hips start moving in tandem, a dance only we know the steps to. His hand squeezes my hip as we continue to kiss and make love to each other.
He rolls us, so I’m on my back as he fills me with slow, deep strokes. His fingers move down to my clit, circling it while fucking me until another orgasm builds. I cry out, actual tears rolling down my cheeks as I come and feel him come within me. In my mind, I’m chanting I love you over and over, willing him to hear it subconsciously.
He lays on top of me for a minute, his heart racing as fast as mine. He doesn’t say anything, but I can hear his subconscious I love you just as loud. Eventually he pulls out of me and passes out. I don’t let myself fall asleep for hours. I lay there and memorize every single thing about him that I can as silent tears track down my cheeks. I cry for the way I’m going to break his heart. I cry for the way I’m going to break mine. I cry at lossing the possibility of what we could be. I cry until all that’s left in my heart is an empty void.
