Page 14 of Restrain Me

“Mmm.” He plants a trail of kisses down my shoulder, the soft touch lighting my skin ablaze. “I like the sound of that,” he says against my neck. “You did so good, baby. Do you think I should reward you?”

“Yes, please,” I moan as his fingers slide over my breasts again, tugging at the hard points of my nipples.

“You’ve been such a good girl, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Now here’s what I want you to do,” he starts, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before he continues. “I want you to get on the bed on your stomach with your hands behind your back. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” His hands stop me before I can walk away.

“Yes, what?” It doesn’t take him long to start demanding I call him Sir, and the order sends a bolt straight to my core.

“Yes, Sir.” Every fiber of my being feels like it’s buzzing with electricity, liquid heat pooling in my belly as I move into the position he demanded.

I feel bare and vulnerable as I lie down on the comforter, stretching my arms behind me until my fingers clasp at my lower back.

I hear a rustle before Grant comes around the bed, stopping when he’s in front of me. He squats down so we’re eye to eye. “I’m going to use this to restrain you.” I smile as he lifts a set of leather restraints, lavender like the ones I saw on the girl in one of the voyeur rooms the last time we were here. “Would you like that?” Grant asks as I dart my tongue across my lips.

“Yes.”

“Bailey.” Grant clicks his tongue.

“Yes, Sir,” I correct myself. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love the way he says my name in the scolding tone, reminding me of my place with him.

“What’s your safe word.”

“Banana.”

“Atta girl.” Warmth spreads through my body at hearing that phrase again. Grant rises to his feet, rounding the bed until he’s directly behind me again. “This is kind of like a hog tie,” he explains. “One day we’ll work up to ropes, but for now, we’ll use this.” I feel his hands on my ankles as he fastens the leather straps around each one, then he bends them until my feet hit my ass. He takes one of my wrists in his hand before wrapping the leather strap around it. Then he does the same to the other wrist until both are bound to my ankles with the leather.

The restraints hold me tightly into position, my back arching as my wrists and ankles are tugged together. I pull at the straps, noticing they have little give.

“You look so good like that, sweetheart.” Grant’s praise warms my skin. His hands come to my ass, running over the curves of my hips, down my thighs. “So fucking hot,” he groans. “Here’s what I’m going to do…”

My entire body is aching, needy for whatever he has in store. I’m on edge, waiting for him to finish teasing me with his words and make my fantasy come true.

“I want you to come first, baby,” he says as his hands continue to tease me in light caresses.

“Please.” I’m begging, and we’ve barely begun. Grant’s hands and words have me beyond horny.

“Needy girl.” He runs his hands to the inside of my thighs, pushing them as far apart as the restraints will allow. “I want to get you nice and ready, baby, because tonight I’m going to fuck you.”

“Please,” I moan.

Grant chuckles. “Not yet, baby. Be patient.”

I pout, which he can’t see, but it doesn’t matter because he slides his finger through my slit, gathering up my wetness and dragging it to my clit. My face relaxes with relief as my lips part and my eyes drift close.

He rubs quick circles over my clit, driving a moan from deep within my chest from the build-up. The leather restraints tug on my wrists, not painfully, but enough to become frustrating. Every move, every flick of his finger, brings me deeper into this moment, drifting away from the real world, letting all the daily pressures and stress melt away. All that’s left is here and now. The feeling of his fingers on me and the restraints pulling me apart.

“Fuck, Grant!” I moan again, his name slipping from my lips.

I pull against the restraints, my ankles tugging against each other, preventing me from getting anywhere. The frustration mixes with the pleasure and little mewls escape my lips. I’m needy now, needier than I’ve ever been.

“You’re so wet,” he admires. “Such a good slut for me, you know that? Always ready.” He brings his other hand into the mix, slipping a finger inside me and curling it. The feeling is intense, and for the first time, I think I understand what the G-spot is.

“Oh God,” I groan.

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