Page 13 of Restrain Me

I feel his gaze the second Grant sees me. His eyes burn over every inch of my skin. Admiring my legs, ass, tits. When he finally reaches me, his hands are on my body, squeezing my hips as he leans in to press a hard kiss against my lips.

“You look amazing, sweetheart.” His hands are on either side of the bar, caging me in as he compliments me. “You smell good too.” He dips his head down, inhaling at the crook of my neck, the tickle of his scruff giving me goosebumps.

My arms come around his waist, pulling him into me. “Thank you.” I want more. More sweet words, more kisses, more of his hands on my body. I’m feeling wanton already and he’s only been here for a minute. I want everything he offers. “Can we go upstairs?”

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Always so eager.”

“It’s your fault,” I accuse. “If you weren’t so good to me, I wouldn’t be so needy for you.”

A deep laugh leaves his throat. “Oh, yeah? You want me to treat you worse?”

“No!” I retract quickly. “No, keep being good to me.”

“Uh huh.” He smiles. “I’ll be honest. I want to show you more of the club, but I also really want to take you upstairs and get you out of this sexy little dress…” His hands skim over my hips as he says the words.

“You should go with the second option.” My lips curve into a sly smile.

Grant grins. “And what should I do with you once I get you there, hmm?”

“Make me come. Like, a lot.”

He laughs at that, a deep, boisterous sound. “Yeah, you think?”

“Yes, please.”

“And what if I don’t, sweet girl? What if I take you upstairs, peel this pretty little dress from your body, tie you up, and just use you for my pleasure? Huh? What would you do? Would you cry and whine, or would you take it like a good girl?”

I pout my lips. “I would take it…”

“No, you wouldn’t.” Grant chuckles. “You would whine.”

He’s not wrong. “I want to—”

“Come. I know, baby.” He kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you down.” When he leans in closer, I feel his hardness pressing into my thigh, straining against his jeans.

“Are you going to take me upstairs now?”

“Yes,” he breathes. “And once I get you alone, you better start undressing.”

I can barely contain my excitement as we make our way to the elevator. As soon as Grant presses the button for the third floor, his lips are on mine with a growl, pinning me against the mirrored wall as he prods me with his hungry kiss. I moan into his mouth as my leg lifts, wrapping around his waist and searching for any amount of friction I can get. Any sliver of release.

When the elevator dings and the doors open, Grant pulls back from me. The space makes me pout, but he grabs my hands, dragging me out of the elevator with hurried steps. We pass all the rooms with the glass windows without even pausing to peek inside, neither of us able to wait an extra second to be alone. My eyes briefly register the various sex scenes out of my peripheral; girls in ropes and leather bondage, with their counterparts taking control. I’m tempted to stop and watch each one, but I want Grant more.

When the door closes behind me, my hands are already on the leather straps, unclasping the restraints of my harness.

“You look so fucking hot in this,” Grant murmurs, his hands coming to my waist and sliding up my body.

“If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be able to concentrate on unclasping these,” I groan, my hands shaking more at each buckle.

Grant chuckles softly. “What, is this distracting you?” he taunts, his hands running over the mounds of my breasts. At the feel of me, he matches my groan, lowering his mouth to the crook of my neck and grazing his teeth over my earlobe.

“Grant,” I whimper.

“Oh, I love it when you say my name like that.” His fingers squeeze my breast, taking it into his palm, right as I unclip the last clasp and the harness drops to the floor. I lift the hem of the dress and Grant moves back enough for me to pull it over my head.

“Fuck,” he grits out when he sees what I have on underneath, a strappy black one piece made of nothing but sheer lace. His fingers come to where the material ends of my ass, showing too much cheek. He pulls it up, nearly giving me a wedgie as he groans in appreciation. “I love this lingerie, sweetheart.”

“I picked it out just for you,Sir.” His eyes light up when I use the honorific, and I can see the excitement lingering in his gaze.

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