Page 56 of Rebellion

I wasn’t ready to dig deep into the repercussions of having Gray back in my life, or the way he’d done it. I just wanted to enjoy having him, in me, under me, on top of me. Anyway I could get him, just for a little while.

Then we’d have the fights, tears, accusations, apologies, everything. First, I needed to really know he was back. That he was mine.

“It might help. It doesn’t matter either way right now. I want you, I need you. We’ll work on the rest as we go. That has to be enough.”

“You’re always enough. More than enough.”

No one had ever said that to me in my entire life. Not even Gray had ever said it before. I might not have believed it before anyway. I did now.

Through the hurt and sadness, the pain and forgiveness, if he believed that, and I believed that, we’d be more than okay. We’d be perfect for each other.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. Soft at first, turning passionate and devouring. This kiss was only the beginning. I broke from him with a little biting nip of his lip. “Good, then get on the bed. I’ve got all kinds of tortures planned for you.”

Gray pulled off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sure I’ll love every minute of it.”

Nine out of ten minutes.

He laid back, his arms folded behind his head and his legs open and relaxed. The bed in the Master suite was huge and Gray took it over completely.

All I wanted to do was jump his bones. Instead I sauntered over to the expansive sex-toy cabinet and ran my fingers along the glass. Let him squirm waiting and wondering what I’d choose.

I pulled out a cat-o-nine tails and slapped it across my palm. It would be punishing. Not quite right. I placed it back on the shelf and moved on to the vibrator section.

Ooh, a vibrating butt plug. I grabbed it, tore the plastic off, and turned it on.

His head popped up. “Where exactly do you think you’re going to stick that?”

I smiled to myself. This was fun. I cranked the dial all the way to ten. What a satisfying buzz.

I also grabbed a blindfold, silk restraints, and my courage to actually take charge of a sexual encounter with Grayson. Who knew it was in a sex toy cabinet in a private BDSM club in Austin, Texas?

Gray had always been the dominant one, even when he worked for me as my bodyguard, he was in charge. I’d been weak and naïve then. We’d come a long way, baby.

Still, we were both turned on when Gray gave orders. He would again. After he got a taste of what I wanted. More importantly, after I interrogated him about why he left in the first place, and why he’d pretended to be my anonymous Dom in the second place.

“Hands over your head, please.” And by please, I meant, slave boy.

Gray did as I instructed, but he sure didn’t look happy about it. I wrapped the silk ties around his wrists and then secured them to the headboard.

Wherever Gray and I ended up, we were totally getting one of these beds with its hooks and loops and other devious tools for pleasure and pain.

He watched as I tied each wrist and secured them. “Don’t think I’m going to call you Mistress.”

I moved to the foot of the bed and crawled up next to his legs. “No. I expect to hear you cry out my name, and only my name while I push you to the edge.” I unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He was only semi-hard, but he would be flying soon enough. I tugged the material down his legs, basking in all that lovely skin. I licked my lips. “Then I want to hear you beg.”

“Jesus.”

“He can’t help you now, querida.” Only the truth would set him free.

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