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“Everything okay?” Grey asks as he opens the car door for me.
“Yeah, she told me she hasn’t seen me this happy in a long time.” I look up at him as I sit. “And she said, have fun tonight.” He smirks and shuts the door. I buckle myself in, as he comes around.
I don’t know if I’m more shocked that I seemed unhappy for a long time, or that I got the vibe she knew exactly what transpired between Greyson, and myself tonight. I turn to Grey suddenly, “Do you think she noticed me,” I chew on my lip, searching for the right word, “My, well, predicament tonight? I get the feeling she knew exactly what we did.” He just shrugs.
“Honestly, my focus was on you. I wasn’t paying attention. I was watching the envious men, and the occasional woman.” I snort at that.
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.” I retort.
“You really don’t notice when other people look at you do you?” He reaches for my hand and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss on my knuckles.
“I guess not. Why would I care, I only want you looking at me like that.” I answer honestly.
“As it should be, Sweet girl.” We fall into a comfortable silence the remainder of the way home. I just looked out mywindow all the way, replaying Greyson’s words from after he fucked me. I really don’t know what possessed me to pull him out like that. We’ve never done anything like that before. My thoughts quickly turn to what he has in store for me tonight. I was able to wash the outfits I got this morning, while we relaxed, so they are ready to go.
Greyson’s voice draws my attention, and I notice we are about to pull up to the house. “When we get inside, I want you to go upstairs, and strip to your bra and panties, then I want you to get on the bed and kneel and wait for me.”
I gulp, I am so full of nerves. I nod as he glances over at me. “Good girl.” He praises. Once we are parked I dart out of the car, and into the house. I know he said just bra and panties, but one of the sets I got, I planned on using tonight.
I’m undressing as I race up the stairs, I kick my heels off by the door, trying to work my dress off as I race up the stairs, all I managed by the time I get to the bedroom door was unzipping my dress. Then an idea forms in my head, I go back down the hallway, let the dress pool at my feet, stepping out of it, I leave it there for Grey to find on his way to me. Then slide my panties off as I walk a little further, and repeat the process with my bra. Leaving a trail of clothes to the bedroom.
I grab the set I had in mind, a deep red set with black lace over it, with a garter belt. I grab some black thigh highs and put everything on. I take the pins from my hair and add the special perfume that Chloe also suggested. She said it had pheromones in it and it would drive my husband crazy. It has a roll-on applicator, so I dab a little behind my ears and check my reflection.
I feel so sexy tonight, and it’s not just the outfit. But the way Greyson can’t keep his hands off of me, and the way he responds to my touch. I head back into the bedroom and decidelast minute to add some black heels. Ones with the red bottom, Greyson loves those.
I walk back into the bathroom to the full-length mirror, one last time. I stare at myself, I know it’s only been a couple of days. But I finally see the old me peaking through.
After a couple of minutes of staring at myself in the mirror checking everything, and touching up my lipstick, I head to the bed. I almost forgot the samples Chloe gave me, so I set them on the bedside table, crawling to the middle of the bed, I sit on my knees in the middle as instructed, and I place the blindfold over my eyes, securing it with the ribbon tie in the back. I place my hands on my thighs, in an attempt not to fidget. And I wait.
I can’t see the clock, so I’m not sure how much time has passed, it could be five minutes or twenty. Who knows maybe longer. But finally, I hear his steps ascending the stairs, and I hear a light chuckle when he finds my dress. Then I hear him say, “Looks like someone is a glutton for punishment. I thought I told you to…” His words are cut off. No doubt at the site of me.
He’s quiet, I hear the rustle of clothes. I’m not sure where he is in the room. I hear something scrape on the carpet, then the sound of Velcro. Next, I hear something thumb on what I think is the bed. I hear the same sounds repeated three more times. Then nothing.
“Greyson?” I whisper.
“Is this what you chose at the shop for me, sweet girl?” My breathing picks up, I can’t tell where he’s at.
“Yes, she also recommended the stuff on my bedside. She said one was to stimulate my g-spot and one my clit. She said it would blow me away.” I finally tell him. I hear him move this time.
“Tell me which one you want to use.” Not a question, a demand.
“Both,” I manage “I want to use them both, please.”
He chuckles lightly, then I feel the bed dip to my right, “Well aren’t you the greedy little slut tonight?” I feel his breath tickle my hair by my ear. I simply nod, not trusting my voice. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, but all I can smell is his cologne. It is the same scent as his body wash, after all these years it still does things to me.
“I’ll give you this. Because you were such a good girl and put this sexy outfit on, just for me.” I feel his hand come up around my neck, pulling me to him. He kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue, I can taste the bourbon lingering on his tongue, mixed with the taste of him, it’s intoxicating.
His other hand grips the hair at the base of my neck. Tilting my head back, as he rises to his knees in front of me. The hand around my neck tightens, making me moan into his mouth. He then kisses my jaw and tilts my head to kiss down the column of my neck. He reaches the spot where I applied the perfume and he inhales deeply and releases a deep groan.
“You smell so fucking good.” He mumbles in my ear. His hand that’s tangled in my hair falls to my ass and he cups it, pulling me flush with his body. I moan once more feeling how turned on he is.
“I want to taste you.” He says, I feel him pull away. I take that as a sign to lay down. But he reaches out and grabs my waist, “No, sweet girl. You are going to sit on my face, and ride it like you want to ride my cock.” I whimper in response. I’ve never ridden his face before. I’m more curvy than I used to be.
I’m lost in my panic, I missed that he moved. I feel something soft wrap around my wrist. Then I hear a slight metal clink, like two small metal pieces are hitting together. I feel it close around my wrist. Then a moment later I feel the same thing on the other side. I give a little tug, to see if it’s what I think it is. And it is, Greyson restrained my hands.
“Now, I want you to get on your hands and knees.” He says from my side. I feel the bed dip behind me. I comply, I have no clue what to expect. I feel his hands come up my thighs, he grips my hips and pulls me back. I feel his arousal through his pants.
“You look breathtaking like this Anna.” He pushes me forward by pushing between my shoulder blades, forcing my head down onto the bed. When I inhale, I can faintly smell the laundry detergent. I gasp as he spreads my cheeks.
