Page 9 of Restrain Me

“Good job, pretty girl,” he says again, his hand still brushing my cheek. “Do you think you can keep it on?” The buzzing is intense, and my pussy is still sensitive from the orgasm, but Grant is hard as a rock in my mouth and the look in his eyes makes me want to do anything to please him.

I nod.

“I want you to make me come, Bailey. And once I’ve covered you, I want to watch you fall apart for me one last time, covered in my cum.”

With his cum on me? The thought alone has the ache building again, driving my hips to circle the vibrator. I nod my agreement and whimper, sucking with increased vigor. Doing my best to take him as far down my throat as I can with no hands to help. He grunts in approval above me, and it’s all I need to continue my work. Taking him in and out until I can feel his body tense, sense every muscle as he gets closer.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I enjoy knowing that I made him this way, that I’m able to please him the way he did me.

He pulls his cock free of my lips before he comes, moving to his shaft, stroking until hot ropes of cum land on my face, dripping down to my chin.

Grant barely catches his breath before my next orgasm hits me. There’s something sinful about the scene, me covered in cum and on my knees with my hands behind my back. And maybe it’s the sinful part that makes me come even harder than the first, my back arching and a scream leaving my lips. It’s a sound I don’t recognize. Carnal and unadulterated.

My body stills and the world comes back to me slowly and hazily. Grant is unlocking the handcuffs, rubbing my wrists, and cradling me in his arms. “Shh,” he coos and plants a soft kiss on my temple. “You did so good, sweetheart.”

I curl into him, soaking in the praise and whispers of sweet nothings.

Thank God I opened that dating app.

5

The brain fog is still receding when Grant gets up. He plants one last kiss on my forehead and then I hear him in the bathroom, turning on the faucet and letting the water run. “Come on,” he urges me up when he returns. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

My bones feel weightless, my entire body still too blissed out to move. When I make no effort to, Grant tucks his arms under me and lifts me, carrying me toward the sound of running water.

“Wait,” I grumble. “I’m way too heavy for you—”

“Hush,” he says. “Don’t even start with that nonsense.”

I find his dismissal of my complaints weirdly attractive, and I sink into his grip, letting him carry me into the attached bathroom. The sound of running water is coming from the oversized tub and when he sets me down, it’s into the warm bath, filled with luxurious bubbles. The lavender scent is immediately comforting, and I relax into it.

“This is amazing,” I moan.

“Funny.” Grant tilts his head. “You were just saying that about my cock…”

A laugh escapes me. He’s not wrong…

He’s still naked and standing in the bathroom light. I get the chance to admire him once more. He’s built, tall and lean with rippling muscles. There’s an insecurity that pops in my head, telling me it’s insane that a man like him would like a girl like me. But my sex fueled haze pushes the intrusive thought away, and I run my tongue over my lips while I fully enjoy the sight of the man who just fucked me.

“Are you gonna join me?” I ask, leaning far back into the soap bubbles as I watch Grant.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

I scooch forward and Grant slides into the tub behind me, lifting me slightly so I sit snug on his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder and he brings his arms around me, using his fingers to draw invisible designs on my skin.

This feels divine. I didn’t know that all I wanted in life was to be dominated, with multiple orgasms and a lavender bubble bath, but now that I have it, I don’t think I can ever go back to vanilla sex and awkward morning afters.

“So, tell me what you liked,” Grant questions, his fingers still on my skin, drawing slow circles.

“I liked it all.”

He laughs, a deep and rough chuckle. “Give me more than that, Bailey,” he presses, his hands traveling in one smooth motion from my thighs to my breasts. “I need to know everything you like and dislike if I’m going to keep pleasing you.”

“You’re going to keep pleasing me?”

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