Page 10 of Restrain Me

He laughs again. “I’d like to. If you’re into that?”

“I’m into that.”

“Good.” He kisses the side of my head. “So answer the question then, hmm? What did you like?”

“The handcuffs, for sure,” I tell him, already wanting a repeat.

“Yeah?” Lowering his touch, he tugs my wrist above the water, brushing away the bubbles so he can look at them. There’s a faint red line on both, nothing extreme, but a small reminder of what we did. “They didn’t hurt?”

“A little,” I answer as he begins rubbing them gently. “But… I liked it.”

“Good to know.” I can hear the smile in his words. “What else?”

“The vibrator was incredible.” I practically moan through my words, and Grant laughs again.

“I figured as much,”

“I’ve never felt anything so…intense.”

“I think that’s why they call it amagicwand.” We’re both giggling like kids, but he’s right, magic is the only way to describe it. The vibrations paired with his dirty words and cock in my mouth were downright filthy and nothing has ever made me come so hard.

“Thank you,” I say softly once our laughter has died down a bit.

“I should be the one thanking you.”

“You did all the work!” I practically shout. Which is true, because he did. He planned out everything, and it was a near perfect reenactment of my fantasy.

“But you trusted me,” he says softly and seriously. “I won’t take that for granted.”

We sit in silence for a moment. The only sound is the subtle ripple of the water and our breathing. I take in his words.You trusted me. I won’t take that for granted.

There’s something to be said about the level of trust required for what I allowed Grant to do tonight. And maybe it makes me crazy, but I do trust him. He was careful and made sure my pleasure was a top priority. He’s been better on one date than any of my previous boyfriends.

“Come on.” Grant breaks me out of my thoughts. “Food will be here soon. Let’s get you dried off.”

“Food?” Right on cue, my stomach growls.

“Yes.” Grant laughs. “You just put in work, sweetheart. You need to eat. And then I’ll let you pick a show, and we’ll just watch TV for a while.”

“Pinch me,” I demand, extending my hand.

“Why?”

“There’s no way this is real. Sex, bubble bath, food,trash TV?I don’t believe it.”

“Okay, well, I don’t think I saidtrashTV…” He chuckles.

“You said I get to pick!”

Grant lets loose a hearty laugh. “I did.” He pinches my arm lightly, but then rubs his thumb over the spot. Like it’s natural for him to balance pain with pleasure. “There. Do you believe it’s real now?”

“No,” I say. “But I won’t question it anymore. What did you order?”

“How do you feel about pizza?”

“It’s my favorite.” I grin.

“Good, ’cause I got that and some bread sticks. Come on.” He gets out first, grabbing a towel and drying himself off before grabbing a fresh one for me. When I step out of the bath, he wraps me up, running his hands over me with the towel to dry me off. Once he’s satisfied, he drops the towel and gets the big fluffy white robe off the back of the door, holding it out for me to slide my arms into.

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