Page 115 of Dark Horse

His brow raises in response, and a smirk spreads at the corner of his mouth.

“I have a gift for you. Something small to celebrate you moving in. If you can control that smart mouth of yours.” He tries for a stern look, but his eyes dance with mirth.

“Yes, Daddy.” I roll my lip between my teeth as I smile at him.

He reaches back for his jacket, pulling a small velvet bag from his coat. He opens it and turns out the contents into his palm, stretching his hand out to show me. It takes me a moment to realize what it is, and then my lips part as my eyes lift to meet his.

“Every bit of pleasure you get starts and ends with me. Always has. Figured this way we make it official.” His eyes glint with my reaction—half shock and half amusement before it all melds into the same heady mix of devotion and desire that thisman always manages to evoke in me. “I had it custom-made for you.”

He’s claiming me with this piece, one that makes my current jewelry pale in comparison because this one is horseshoe-shaped with five diamonds embedded around the curve. Just thinking about how they’ll make me feel has me desperate to have it on.

“Put it on me.” I want him to be the one that does it, wearing it knowing he made it just for me.

“Me?” His face falters the slightest bit before his eyes fall between my legs. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. Just wash your hands with some warm water first. I don’t know that we need to add temperature play to the mix today.” I grin at him, and he hurries off to prep in the master bath before he returns to his kneeling position in front of me.

I talk him through removing the current jewelry and again through putting this one on. He’s gentle and careful as he works, checking in with me at each stage to make sure he’s not causing me any discomfort.

“The only discomfort is how badly I want you to fuck me right now,” I reassure him as he finishes. By the time he leans back to admire his work and the way the horseshoe diamonds surround my clit, I’m ready for him to do his worst.

“Fuck… I thought it was nice in the box, but the way it looks on you? I’m going to need to get a picture of this pretty little pussy framed to sit on my office desk.” There’s a devilish smirk on his face, and a laugh tumbles out of me at the thought of it.

“Or I can just sit on your desk, and you can have your daily fix while you admire it.”

He grins in response as his fingers trace over my tattoos on my right thigh. “See, this is why I need you at my side. Usingthis valet, sitting on my desk—you’ve got the best fucking ideas, Hellfire.”

“Well, you made it easy to want to work hard. So many rewards today. A bar, a black card, and now jewelry. I guess I’ll have to be good for you,” I say softly, studying his face as his eyes search over mine.

“I’m glad you like them. Now spread wider for me so I can start working on earning mine.”

I do as he asks, and he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder as he kneels down to start his perfect sort of torture, his tongue laving over my pussy and circling my clit as he toys with the new jewelry. I pull at my binds, desperate to touch him as he starts to fuck me in earnest with his mouth, using everything he has to make me beg—and it doesn’t take long before I’m a whimpering mess under his touch.

“Grant… Please…” I plead with him as he pulls away, teasing me with the softest brush of the pad of his thumb over my clit. He loves this part—watching me squirm and telling him I need him almost as much as he loves the next part.

“Fuck, you’re sexy all tied up like this. You know what I want, right?”

“Yes. I know.”

“I’m so fucking close already from how good you taste. I can’t take much more of the way you cry out for me,” he mutters as he slips two fingers inside me, gently teasing me before he withdraws them again, licking the taste of me off before he moves to undo his pants. “The second you’re done coming, I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. But first, I want to watch you soak this seat for me.”

“Anything you want.”

He bends down again, his lips locking around my clit, and he starts to suck as he fucks me with two fingers. I start coming within a few moments, his free hand digging intothe flesh of my thigh as I start to rock my hips up to fuck his face. I’m riding out my release as I start to come so hard my legs shake.

“Oh fuck, Daddy,” I curse as I bite down on my lower lip. “Daddy, please. Fuck, yes. Right there. That’s perfect.” I cry out for him loudly, and he holds me tight as I murmur his name over and over. He lets me down slowly, my thighs hitting the leather of the seat again while he continues to lick me clean. “That’s it. Be a good boy and lap it all up. Every drop. So good for me,” I murmur while I’m still coming down from the high.

I’m quite possibly the luckiest woman on earth because this right here is now a daily ritual for us. Him on his knees, me coming on his face, and me telling him exactly how perfect he is. And Grant Stockton eats up praise the same way he eats pussy—like he’s starved and I’m his only hope of salvation. When he’s eaten his fill, he rises again like a god and runs his fingers under my jaw, staring down at me in admiration.

“I love that filthy mouth of yours. Now open up so I can fuck it,” he commands, and I do exactly as I’m asked because nothing makes me feel as good as I do when I’m with him.

His dick’s already leaking, and I tease my tongue over the tip, licking it up before I take him deeper. I can’t run my fingers up his hard thighs the way we both like because of the way my hands are bound, but it’s a new sort of pleasure to have it taken away from me. To give him complete control of this and know I can trust him.

He’s loving it too. I can see it in his eyes as his fingers thread through my hair and twist, grabbing a gentle fistful of it as he starts to fuck my mouth, slow and steady at first until we both get used to the pace.

“It’s not gonna take long, and then we can get you to dinner. But you get a taste first. Something to make you hungry for how hard I’m going to fuck that tight little cunt of yourslater.” He groans as I swirl my tongue under the base, teasing the sensitive spot there.

“That’s my girl. That wicked little tongue of yours is so fucking talented,” he mutters. “If you’re good and eat all your dinner and dessert, I’ll let you use one of your toys on me. See how hard you can make me come like that.”

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