Page 4 of Restrain Me

“How about we get a drink first?” Grant places one palm on my shoulder, the weight of his hand grounding me and shaking me out of my thoughts.

“Sure,” I say with a nod. “Maybe five, actually.”

He laughs at that as he flags down the bartender, placing an order for two of the club’s signature martinis.

After the bartender turns to grab the gin, Grant leans into me, wrapping one arm around my waist as he brings his lips to the side of my face. “Just one, Bailey,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to make your filthy fantasy come to life tonight, and if you have any more than that, we won’t be able to.” His deep voice paired with the dirty promises to come sends a jolt of excitement down my spine.

“And if I have a second one?” I lift an eyebrow as I ask the question. Maybe I’m testing him, pushing his limits like a rebellious teenager would, but I need to know his answer.

“Then I’ll drive you home like a gentleman and walk you to the front door,” he replies without pause, his eyes locked on mine like he’s waiting to see how I react to his answer.

“You won’t fuck me?”

“I won’t even touch you, except to keep you steady as you walk out the door in those heels.” His eyes drift down to the five-inch heels I decided to wear. In hindsight, they might have been a bad idea. He’s probably right when he says I’ll be stumbling out of here.

Am I really doing this?

Am I really about to fuck a man I met on the internet?

Maybe it’s wrong. Maybe there is something messed up with me for wanting Grant to take me upstairs and do all the dirty things he promised, but I can’t help it. And I can’t take it back now.

I want him to use my body. I want him to bind me and have his way with me. Dirty, wrong, bad, whatever it may be, I can’t help the way my pulse picks up when I think about it.

I need to do this.

“Okay.” I smile. “Only one drink, then.”

“Atta girl.” He practically purrs the words at me, and the compliment has heat rushing to my core.

“When will we go upstairs?” I ask, as the waiter brings over the two martinis, sliding them in front of us along with a bill. Grant scribbles his name across the bottom of the check before picking up the two drinks and extending one to me.

“Eventually.” The corner of his lip ticks into a lopsided smirk. “Let’s just relax and enjoy our drinks first.” He smiles like he knows how desperately horny I already am. Like he’s relishing how frustrated he’s making me.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” I ask with a pout.

That only serves to make Grant’s grin widen. “Bailey,” he scolds me with a dark laugh, one that doesn’t help my growing arousal. “I would never.” I can sense the sarcasm in his devious smile.

I frown, narrowing my eyes. “I want you to… do what you promised.”

“And I will,” he assures me before taking a long sip of his martini. I watch the way his throat bobs as he swallows the alcohol before his eyes meet mine again. “But you have to be patient, Bailey. You can do that, can’t you? You can be my good girl?” When his voice deepens on the last bit of praise, something inside me eases with an unfamiliar yet welcome longing, desperately wanting to be nothing buthis good girl.

I nod my head begrudgingly.

“Tell me,” Grant prompts. “Nodding won’t be enough tonight. I need your verbal answer, Bailey.”

“Yes,” I say, and Grant rewards me with another smile that makes my body warm beside him.

I remember his fantasy from his profile. I can’t forget it, probably since I’ve read it more than once at this point. More than twice, really. His matched up so perfectly with my own, how could I not reread the story he laid out.

But there was one thing that stood out to me. When his fantasy partner addressed him, she called himSir.

“Should I…” I trail off, my cheeks reddening under his gaze.

“Should you what?” One of his eyebrows lifts and his eyes stay trained on me as he waits for me to finish my question.

“Should I call youSir?”I finally ask.

Grant’s eyes widen just a bit, and I can tell the word has an immediate effect on him. “That’s an honorific,” he says after a moment. “I like it. I mean, I really like it. But I have to earn that title.”

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