Page 59 of Rebellion

Lust and Love

He’d fucked me as Sir. He’d been in control, or rather losing his control, but either way he’d been in charge and I had allowed him to be. It had been amazing sex, fast and hard.

I’d gotten exactly what I thought I wanted.

This joining with Gray, here and now, I wanted to enjoy, savor.

I squeezed my inner muscles and then tilted my hips ever so slightly taking him even deeper.

He groaned. “Ride me, Angel. God yes, baby. Ride me.”

I’d never had this advantage with Gray. I’d always been at his mercy. For maybe the first time ever, I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The muscles in my thighs were already screaming at me, but they could go to hell. The rest of my body felt too good.

I raised up a little and then sank back down on him. I did that twice more, sliding deeper and harder each time, all with my eyes still closed, feeling every sensation I could take. This was bliss, an important part of himself Gray had never given to me before.

Images of all our encounters flittered behind my eyelids. Gray with his cock in his hands, using other men to make me come, holding me in bed. In none of them was he truly mine.

Almost overwhelmed, I had to see him. I looked down at Gray’s gorgeous face. The lust there was for me, now if I could only open his heart too. I had to try, wanted him to understand.

“Gray, even in the best moments with Sir...” I panted, so hard to concentrate on the words. My orgasm built and my emotions were a jumble. I relied on my training to get the rest out. “I knew I could never be with him. Not like this.”

I pressed my hands to Gray’s chest and found more leverage to move. I fucked him slow, long, and hard, giving him not only my body, but my heart with each word. “Because I was in love, I am in love with you.”

He groaned and thrust his hips, meeting me, pistoning into me. The muscles in his arms bulged with each joining of our bodies and I thought the silk might tear. “Angel. Untie me. Let me fuck you.”

I refused to hear him. I was in charge now, I needed this from him. I needed to take from him, because I wasn’t sure he’d ever truly give himself to me again. His body, yes. Not his heart.

I bounced, sweat beading on my upper lip. I stared straight into his eyes and moaned, “I need you, Gray. Dios Mio, I need you. More than your body.”

He yanked on the ties again, shaking his head. His face was a bear, ready to charge. “Angel.”

“No, Gray. You can’t tell me what I think or how I feel. I know. I was ready to tell Sir tonight that this was over.”

I didn’t know that until I said it. I’d planned to try my hand at dominating him, but I didn’t quite feel as if my training was complete.

As soon as I had Gray back in my bed, back by my side, and back in my soul, I’d remedy that. First, I had to repair this relationship.

“You’re the one that I want. Always.” I moved faster, it felt so damn perfect. Perfect to feel him inside of me, unbelievable to be able to finally say the words.

He yanked at the ties, fighting them. “Untie me.”

I ignored him. “I was ready to tell you to come to Texas, come to me.”

The headboard creaked. “Untie me.”

“I’m not trying to fool myself into thinking we’d go back to the way things were before.” I was breathing so hard I could barely talk, but I had to get this all out before either of us came. “I know I have to work through some forgiveness,” fuck, so close, “but I was willing to do all of that. I was willing to swallow my own damn pride because...”

My pussy fluttered, matching my heart. “We’re supposed to be together.”

A crack came from the headboard and another from behind me. Gray ripped the metal right out of the wood to free himself and get to me.

Even with his hands still tied together he flipped my skirt up in front and found my clit. He thrust hard and fast, up into me and rubbed his fingers across the hard nub.

Neither of us held all the power now. Gray dominated me, insisting on controlling my orgasm. I dominated him, taking control of his.

It was more than either of us could take.

The ecstasy took over my entire body, contorting my muscles as they contracted all over. I cried out in guttural grunts not even being able to control my words. “Love. You.”

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