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“What are you doing?” I murmur, aware of the hard weight of his erection lying on top of my ass cheeks. I guess that’s one way to answer my question about whether he’s as aroused as I am…
The brush of his lips against the shell of my ear coupled with his warm breath makes my body dissolve into what suddenly feels like a squishy blob with the bones taken out. “I’m massaging you, Indigo.”
“I know, but…” I stop speaking as one of his hands keeps a firm grip on my ponytail, forcing my neck to crank backwards as his other sweeps up the flesh of my lower back.
“But, what?”
“You heard what I said,” I reply. “About the vow.”
“I did.” His hand ventures further. “And I believe I made it clear to you that you haven’t yet done enough to earn my cock.” I suppress a gasp at the deviant words, hoping that when he leans back he won’t see the gloss pooling in the gusset of my panties in the dim light. My clit hasn’t throbbed this much in God knows how long, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from pressing my fingers to it to relieve the torture he’s subjecting me to. “I’ll need to observe how willing you are to submit to me before you’ll get access to it.”
I close my eyes to hide the embarrassment I feel at his words, so sinful and yet spoken in such deep, comforting, cavernous tones.
His fingers edge to the clasp of my bra and as he flicks at it, it loosens, the sides falling around my ribs.
“Now,” he whispers in a hushed rasp. “Will you let me do my job or do I stop?”
I have to pinch myself for a minute. How in all holy heaven did I end up with a huge slab of hard muscle on top of me, pinning me to the cushion below? And why do I feel more thrilled than afraid, especially in light of recent events?
As his hot palm rests upon the center of my back and his fingers spread wide, covering most of its breadth, I know full well I don’t want him to stop kneading the tough, sinewy binds out of my rigid body.
I don’t want to lose the touch of his strong hands. I want to trust that I can be with a man like this and feel safe.
“Well?” he asks.
“Don’t stop.”
“Good girl,” he whispers and I’m fairly sure my pussy’s vibrate setting just cranked up to hyperspeed in response. “Take it off.”
“What?”
He slides the strap of my bra off one shoulder. “Take it off, Indigo. Let me do this properly.”
I hesitate for a moment before sliding my hands underneath my chest and reaching for the straps which I pull up my arms. He lifts his weight a little, and I ease my hands through the loops, aware of my breasts falling out as I drop my bra onto the chair nearby and smush myself back down onto the long cushion.
“Good girl,” he utters again, and I realize he’s gonna have to stop saying that pronto before I have to sayau revoirto every ounce of my flagging self-control.
He lets go of my ponytail and sits back down onto the back of my legs, his erection still hard as stone and if I’m not mistaken… big. Heavy.
I know what it is. God has sent it to test me. I mean, theone freaking timein my life I take a vow of chastity just has to be the one time I get delivered a throbbing hard dick attached to one of the hottest, moodiest and glariest assholes I’ve ever encountered.
Hairs crest on my skin as his fingers reach for the strap of my watch, unbuckling it deftly and placing it onto the side table.
It’s not sexual, it’s definitely not sexual,I repeat to myself in a moment of self-aware self-delusion as he dips his fingers into the bowl of citronella-laced oil once more, dripping some onto my back before running his palms upwards towards my neck, the cool fragrant oil leaving tingling tracks behind which are warmed by the heat of his hands.
His fingers spread out to my shoulders which he kneads over and over as if to unstiffen them. I’ve always held tension there, always been told I hunch them too much, and as he works them, I try consciously to relax, to block out today, to block out thoughts of Micah who would probably murder me if he saw me as much as look at another man, let alone be touched by one.
Screw him.
He’s taken enough from me.
Not to mention that after we split up, he was immediately back to working his way through half of the wealthy suburb of Washington where he lives. Good for him, but he won’t keep me in a cage forever.
I keep my eyes tightly closed, enjoying Grey’s delicious weight on the back of my legs, enjoying the squeeze of my muscles, tiny compared to the moving sculpture of his. As his fingers wind around the front of my throat, he squeezes a little, making a high-pitched noise escape from it before I can stop it.
He leans over me, tilting my head to the side so that his mouth hovers over my ear. “Do you like that?” I don’t answer, only for him to squeeze a little tighter, my body now burning from the inside out. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
