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I whimper softly as I slide my panty-clad core across the rigid length underneath me. The fabric of my underwear isn’t diminishing the feeling one bit. I’m so fucking wet, not to mention the pre-cum from him that I’ve rubbed into my thong.
Suddenly, I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel every ridge against my pussy lips. I get off the bed and quickly strip out of my thong, then I climb back on.
I rub myself across his cock a few more times, loving the feel of being the one setting the pace. I wrap my hand around the base, stroking up and down a few times. Knowing that Grayson is fully at my mercy makes every movement feel better than ever.
“This is all mine,” I whisper to myself, squeezing his cock harder.
Grayson groans in his sleep, and it makes me wonder what he’s dreaming. When he’s done stuff to me, my dreams always morph into the sexy kind, and it’s always his face and body I see.
Knowing from experience that Grayson is probably trapped in a sex dream spurs me on. I eagerly place the tip of his hardness against my entrance. A moan slips free as the crown slides through my folds, just breaching my opening.
Since I’m already soaked and ready, I don’t take my time. I sheathe him all the way inside me in one movement.
There’s no way to hold my satisfied moan back as my cunt stretches to accommodate him inside me. Fuck, he’s so deep I can practically feel him everywhere. I sit still for a bit until I no longer feel like my insides have to make room for him. Then I begin to rock, slowly.
Grayson groans again, and I check to see if he’s awake. He isn’t. Knowing that I’m in control only adds to my growing arousal.
If this is what he experiences when he plays with my body while I’m sleeping, I can finally say I get it. The power, the knowledge that even though he’s deep in slumber, he’s reacting to me. Fuck, this is enough to get a natural high going.
My body takes over, and I give into the instinct that’s driving me. I want more, crave it like it’s my next breath. I moan as he says my name in his sleep. There’s no way to describe how it feels to hear him speak my name when he isn’t even conscious.
“Grayson,” I whimper his name as I pick up the pace.
No longer caring if he wakes up, I move faster and faster, until I’m practically bouncing on top of him. Every time I come down, I gyrate my hips so my clit rubs on his pubic bone. My orgasm is close, building inside me like an uncontainable force.
As soon as it hits, I lose my fight to stay quiet. I cry out his name while digging my nails into his chest. I’m so deep in the throes of pleasure that I don’t notice Grayson’s awake.
“Princess,” he moans. “That’s it. Take what you want from me. Use me.”
My eyes meet his, and even though they’re dark with pleasure and hazy with remnants of sleep, they’ve also never been clearer.
I feel as though he sees beyond my exterior, like he’s looking at the root of what makes me tick. My fucking soul.
Something shifts inside me, at the unguarded look in his eyes. Some of the anger I’ve been harboring bleeds away, making room for the overwhelming sense of belonging.
“No,” I say, shocked at my thoughts.
Grayson lifts a dark eyebrow and smiles mischievously. “What do you mean ‘no’?” he chuckles. “You already did.”
Feeling rather sheepish, I quickly try to cover my blunder. “I mean, no, you don’t get to dictate anything.”
The chain from the handcuffs rattles as he moves his hands, and I smirk.
“That’s even sexier,” he rasps. “What are you going to do to me, Princess?”
I’m unable to answer, still shellshocked by the thoughts about belonging. I don’t know what I thought I was doing. Well, I wasn’t thinking. I was only feeling and reacting because this has nothing to do with revenge.
Ever impatient, Grayson bucks his hips in an attempt to fuck me. Maybe I should be annoyed that he can’t just let me be in charge, but I’m not. His desire—hunger—for me is delicious.
I lick my lips. “I’m in charge tonight,” I say, my tone sultry. “For once, you’re the one who just has to take it.”
He nods solemnly. “Do your worst, Princess,” he groans without looking away.
Letting his words wash over me, I slide up and down his length. Making sure my movements are painfully slow. I don’t consider relenting until he practically begs me, and even then I continue the slow pace.
“You didn’t say please,” I tease.
“Fuck!” he exclaims. “Please, Zo. Fuck me faster.”
