Page 7 of Restrain Me

“And you will. Keep going, sweetheart.”

“I like the position. I like how he has full access to her.”

“You like that she’s completely vulnerable,” Grant says, reading my mind. “That he can use her however he likes, and she just has to take it.”

“Yes,” I breathe, which earns me another lingering kiss. This one behind my ear, in a spot that could probably make me come with how worked up I am.

I don’t know how much I can take. I’m sure there’s already a damp spot in my panties just from watching the two scenes unfold.

“Grant,please.” I whine my plea, but I can’t help it. I need him to take me to our room and touch me all over. I need his hands to travel lower. I need him to fulfill all his promises. I need anything andeverything.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he asks, that teasing tone back in his voice.

“Yes, yes, please,” I moan again, more urgently.

“Okay, let’s go to our room now.”

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The private rooms are accessed through a door at the back of the space. Grant swipes his keycard, and it lets us into the hallway. It’s still semi-dark in here, lit with only the glow of purple LEDs. Grant leads me down the hall, his fingers intertwined with mine until he finds our room.

I sway on my heels, my nerves making me unsteady, as Grant tugs my hand to bring me into the room. The place is nice, like a fancy five-star hotel room. I don’t think I’d know it was kinky if we didn’t enter through the club. There are no glass windows looking out onto the floor, just like Grant promised. Instead, there is one window on the far wall covered with a thick velvet curtain.

Grant walks over to the dresser, unloading his keys and wallet from his pockets. I watch as he begins to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, exposing his muscled forearms. Involuntarily, I swallow hard, imagining what those arms can do.

When he turns around, his dark eyes are on mine. Lust seeps from his gaze as it travels over my body.

“Get undressed,” he demands, and liquid heat courses through my veins at the statement.

I start with my shirt, pulling the sheer fabric free from where it’s tucked into my skirt and tugging it over my head. Dropping it onto the floor next to me, I make a move for the heels.

“Leave ’em,” he says, stopping me in my tracks.

I follow his instruction and make a show of slowly dragging my fingers up my leg and to the hem of my miniskirt. There’s a bit of embarrassment that threatens to break free when I feel how my stomach rolls together, but when I look up, I find Grant’s gaze on me, showing nothing but desire. Suddenly, I care less about what my body looks like and more about how it feels under his scrutiny. Intensely hot.

Unzipping the skirt, I shimmy a little, and it drops to my feet. I kick it over to join the puddle of clothing with my shirt.

Grant moves toward me slowly, one step after another. My eyes don’t leave his face as brings himself closer. “You look amazing,” he says, and then his hands are on me, rough palms running over the bare skin of my arms, down to my waist before he drags them up and over my stomach to my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples through the lacy fabric. The feeling paired with his words of praise is unholy.

I’m bared to him, wearing nothing but lacy panties and a bralette, but Grant looks at me like he’s never seen anything as remarkable.

His hands move back to my hips, fingers hooking over the band of my panties as he drags the material down my thighs. Sparks graze along my skin, and I hold my breath as he works, feeling the cool air brushing against my wetness. When he gets to the bottom, I step out of the panties, and he adds them to the ever-growing pile of clothing. Next, he comes for my bra, his fingers dipping under the elastic as he urges me to lift my arms so he can pull the material over my head.

When he’s done, I’m left completely vulnerable. Nothing on my skin to hide me from him.

“I enjoy seeing you like this,” he muses as his fingers grip onto my waist, and he presses his mouth against mine for a searing kiss. “Exposed, raw,beautiful.”He says the words against my lips, and once again the sparks are licking up my flesh, threatening to set me alight.

As he kisses me harder, I move backward, my shoulders hitting the wall while his hands find either side of me, pinning me into place. I let him devour me, let his tongue push between my lips until he has all of me under his spell. His body presses against mine, and I can feel his hardness, which only serves to make me want him more.

“Touch me,” I moan, ready to beg him to move faster.

“Easy, sweetheart.” I can feel the corners of his lips tick up as he grins against my mouth.

I feel bare, empty without his hands roaming my body, but he’s taking his time teasing me, making me desperate for his touch. And it’s working.

When his hands finally find my hips again, I almost cry out in relief, and as they run over my skin in a light caress, a shudder works its way through me. I cling to him, my body searching for friction anywhere I can find it. My leg lifts to hook around his waist, dying to rub myself against his thigh. But before I get the chance, his hands release my hips and one comes up to hair, twirling the purple strands around his fist and yanking my head back. The quick action makes me gasp, my wide eyes staring up into his, waiting for his next move. His other hand grabs onto my lifted leg, holding me in place and preventing me from getting any sort of release.

“You’re so eager, baby,” he breathes out in a low whisper before his lips come to my neck. He kisses me softly, leading a trail down to my collarbone before he licks a straight line up my throat. I release another moan, and he nips at my skin, speaking against me. “I know you want to do everything tonight, but we’re going to take it slow. Can you do that?”

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