Chapter 7
Grant
I’ve laid it all out there. She has to be the one to make the decision. If she doesn’t want to do this, it will suck because I know it would be great, but it’s also okay because that means that she’s not the person I need. I intentionally looked her in the eyes and did not waver; I need her to know where the control lies in this arrangement.
“Can I think about it and get back to you?”
“No, it’s now or never. The decision is all based on the feelings you have towards me, if you wait longer than tonight then your head will start getting in the way of what your body is telling you it wants.”
“Why are you so intense?”
“When I see something that is beneficial to both parties involved and is something I want, I go after it.”
“So, pleasure out of ease and accessibility. What’s the fun in that? It takes out the chase and hunt, or rather, the bait and catch of the game. Right?”
“I hardcore compete for a living. I fish for relaxation. I have sex for satisfaction, and that comes in the form of listening to a woman lose herself to my hands, mouth, or cock. I don’t care for the cat and mouse game. What’s the point when we know what our bodies want? Why pretend and waste all that time? Time we both don’t have.”
“Compelling theory indeed. I analyze every situation I am contemplating taking on. You see, when I accept an arrangement, I am committed to that cause and do it to my fullest potential. I don’t take things lightly.” She’s giving me her power stare as she says those last few words. Bring it on, baby.
“I’m counting on it.” My eyes meet hers with the same fire and determination.
“Lay all the cards out on the table. What’s your joker card, the wild card, that’s still in your hand that you aren’t openly telling me about?” She tips her wine glass up to her lips, takes a sip, and I can see the smirk she's trying to hide behind the glass.
“Control.”
“Control? Elaborate.”
“In your position, and I’m sure in your life like you said, you consistently are having to assess and analyze everything you do. You have to always be in control. I’m offering you a mental break, a break from having to be in control. When you are with me, you don’t have to think of anything except relaxation and pleasure. All your needs will be met without you having to think about it. I will study and learn your body and know what makes it tick in every way. You have all the control in your career, but when in my presence, I hold all of the power.”
“What makes you think I want to give up any control? I like my life the way it is.” I quirk my eyebrow, sit my wine glass down on the table, and lean closer towards her.
“The way your nipples just got hard under the thin fabric of your dress, and the way your legs switched to cross over the other one, looking for friction to release. The way your breathing faulted to the point where I can see your chest rising and falling with each escalated breath you inhale.” I reach for my glass again and take a sip, lowering it to add, “You want this, and so do I. Why fight it?”
“Being a doctor, I always do in-depth research before agreeing to a new venture business or personal arrangements.”
“By all means.” I raise from my chair and hold my hand out to her, inviting her to join me. “Let’s go to the lab and you can conduct your research, Doctor.”
“That is the corniest thing anyone has ever said to me,” she replies but doesn’t hesitate in taking my hand.
I purposely do not say another word as I escort her to my room. Her hand is small in mine, but it’s nice and gives me an instant sense of calm.
The door shuts behind me after we enter, signifying the beginning of something wonderful to come or the beginning of the end.
“Stop,” I direct her, and she obeys. “Good girl. Now sit on the bed and remove your sandals.” As she sits, her eyes meet mine, and there is a fire burning just beyond the golden specks through the amber color. She wants this too.
Her last shoe hits the floor with a thud. “Okay, now what?” she asks in a commanding tone.
“No, sweetheart. I’m the one in charge. It will be a good thing to remember that, or I will have to punish you.” Her throat bobs with a thick swallow, instantly hardening my dick as I think about my cock touching the inside of her throat right there. “Come here.” She stands, and I grab her dress and bring it over her head, gently gracing her skin and over her breasts as I glide up. A gasp escapes her mouth when I pass her peaked nipples.
Her body and eyes tell me she wants this, even craves this. “On the bed, on all fours.” I come up behind her and rub her back, her butt, and down between her legs. She is soaking wet, and now her pussy is ready for us to proceed also. “See, Mazie, I told you this is what you wanted.” Her head turns to look at me, and I penetrate a finger into her pussy, bringing it back out and suck it into my mouth. “Mmm, so yummy. Here,” I pause and dip my finger in again, yet this time I bring my hand to her mouth, “open up and taste yourself.” She groans as she sucks my finger.
I remove it from her warm mouth and slide my hand to her throat, holding her in place while I give her a smack on her pretty globe to test the waters of her pain level with my other hand. She doesn’t pull away or protest. Rather she moans, and her pussy glistens, and her arousal shoots straight to my dick. I reach behind me to grab a necktie from my drawer and slip it around her head to cover her eyes. “No peeking,” is a whisper in her ear with a light suck to her delicious earlobe. Gooseflesh covers her skin while a visible shiver runs through her body.
“Now lay on your back,” she obeys as I grab four more ties, using one to tie each of her limbs down to the little hooks on the base of the bed I had installed when I had the yacht built. Magnificent! I stand back and admire my work of her spread eagle across the dark blue comforter. She is certainly a sight. My cock reminds me of that as it becomes impossibly harder, and I have to stroke myself through my jeans for some relief.
I’ve always known that I have a patent for control in the bedroom, and vanilla sex just doesn’t do it for me. So, I have both of my living quarters equipped to handle anything that I may need and want. There are things built in that I haven’t even had a chance to use yet. Maybe Mazie and I can experience them together. Wait. I’m getting ahead of myself. This is just a trial run. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
With one last stroke and squeeze to my manhood, I’m on a mission to fully meet her expectations. I’ll start by seeing how many ways I can make her come.
I begin with just tongue fucking her in and out of her pussy, licking up to her clit. I don’t stop until she is out of breath from writhing beneath me through her climax.
Then I move on to using my fingers, expertly finding her g-spot as I massage her breasts and crawl further up the bed to place my lips on hers in a heated kiss. Hitting the perfect spot again with my finger elicits another orgasm to racket through her, causing her back to arch off the bed and press into me. I pepper kisses down her body while she catches her breath.
“Grant,” she barely whispers my name.
“Is that a plea to stop, or a beg to continue, baby?”