Page 58 of Two Wrongs

Griffin hovers above me. The tender look on his face morphs into a more serious expression. “Any time you want to stop you tell me.”

A devilish smirk spreads across his full mouth. “Actually, if you really want to stop, use the word red. You might be begging me a lot before tonight is over.”

I nod my head. “Red, I got it.”

His eyes heat and slowly slide over the length of my body. I feel them as they go. His gaze feels like a feather light touch, and my pulse migrates to my clit. My legs press together as I seek some relief, but it only increases the ache.

“If we’re going to get you out of your head, you need to get out of your clothes first. Be a good little slut and strip for daddy.”

My eyes close, and I gasp. His words always sink into my body in ways I don’t think he’s aware. My flesh buzzes with an electrical current, and I’m compelled to follow his directions. Climbing off the bed, I stand in front of him.

There’s no sexy way to take off shoes, with the exception of heels, but I make quick work of my socks and shoes. The rest of my clothes I take off slowly, and what I hope is a sexy strip tease. When his tongue swipes across the crease in his bottom lip, I’m fairly sure I’ve succeeded.

He rises off the bed, and when he’s next to me I have to tip my head back to look up at him. His stance is wide, and his entire body radiates authority. Griffin puts one of his large hands in the dip in my waist. Lazily, he strokes his thumb across the lower part of my rib cage.

“Get on the bed, baby bird.”

I obey immediately and scoot to the middle waiting for him to give me my next direction. He nods when he sees I’ve listened. “Good girl, now put your arms above your head.”

When I put both my arms over the pillow, he picks up the rope again. Griffin moves to straddle me. The denim from his pants rubs against the outside of my thighs. His spicy cologne fills my nose as he leans over to fasten my wrists together.

He studies the binding, and cocks his head to the side. “I’m not sure that will be enough.” Rooting around in the drawer once more, he retrieves another piece of rope. Looping it between my wrists, he ties a knot there and another one to a ring hidden in his headboard.

I can’t help myself and pull against my restraint to see if they’ll hold. “I don’t remember you having this nifty set up before,” I say and give another tug, rattling the ring.

The corner of his mouth curves up, making him look like the bad boy I’m sure he once was. “You were preoccupied before.”

A hot rush of jealousy fills my belly, and my eyes narrow. “Is this your normal thing? Do you bring women back here and tie them up?” I turn my head, not really wanting an answer to my question.

Griffin grabs my chin, and forces me to look back at him. “We both know I’m not a saint, but I haven’t had any other women in this bed. I always went back to their place because this—“

“Was your home with your son,” I finish.

He nods. “He doesn’t belong in here with us either. Not right now. Tonight, we’re shutting out the world. Yes, I’ve done this before. I’ve had a few subs over the years, and I know what I’m doing. You are safe with me, but I think what you need to know is that they weren’t you. I cared about them, of course, but I think we both know what is happening between us is more than that. Even if neither of us is willing to say it.”

Love. He’s right. That’s possibly what this is. Probably even. I realize I haven’t felt those feelings in a long time, and I’m ashamed to admit it never felt like this. Terrifying, captivating, invigorating, and freeing. As right as that label feels, I won’t admit it aloud. Maybe, if we keep it to ourselves it will save us even a little pain when this has to end.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I bolted the rings in the bed frame after our encounter at the bar. I told myself it couldn’t happen again, but I wanted it to. The ropes are new too. Everything I’ve got in that drawer is new and was bought with you in mind.”

While those words sink in, and my arousal comes back stronger than before, he gets off of me and strips down until he’s only in his jeans.

My fingers flex and curl with the need to touch him. I want to run my fingers through the light dusting of hair on his chest and feel the ridged muscles of his stomach. Griffin takes his time taking something else out of the drawer. I realize what it is when a buzzing sound fills the room.

He holds up a small bullet shaped vibrator. “You’ll be a good little slut and let me play with you, won’t you, baby bird?”

I nod.

“I want to hear the words.”

I know what he wants to hear, but I’m learning I enjoy being a bit of a brat. “Yes,” I answer.

“Wren,” he growls, and the buzzing cuts off. “You know that’s not what I was asking for.”

I say nothing, which elicits a dark chuckle from him. “Oh, so my baby bird really wants to play.”

There’s just enough slack in the rope for him to flip me onto my stomach. “Pull your knees underneath you.”

Now we’re getting closer to what I want, so I immediately follow his demand.

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