Page 32 of Taming Her

Despite herself she was turned on, lying there with the clamps and the vibrator, an image of the Griff she used to know in her mind’s eye. Her clit was swollen and needy, yet there wasn’t anywhere near enough stimulation from the elegant little vibrator to tip her over the edge.

She juddered out a breath and the action shook the clamps. She winced and turned her head to the window. Opened her eyes.

The starkness of the blue sky with a single white cloud drifting over it reminded her of her reality. Trapped in this house with a bossy bastard who’d decided she was his.

He’d always had been possessive and attentive. Like other men he’d adored her, she’d known it, had seen it in his eyes every time he’d looked at her. But unlike other men she’d started to fall for him, really fall for him. The tight chains around her heart loosening with each one of his smiles and that had scared the hell out of her.

Where were those smiles now? No longer boyish and youthful, he had an air of serious authority that went beyond his profession. He was confident, supremely so, and masterful with it.

But did she want to be mastered?

That question spun around her head as she stared at the lone cloud taking a slow journey across the sky. Her body was both hot and cold, a tremble set up in her belly, one she wished would turn into an orgasm but didn’t.

Suddenly she felt the need to sneeze, but desperately held it in. Twitching her nose and biting her bottom lip, she prayed for the sensation to pass. Sneezing would hurt like hell, the clamps would bite like sharks, and the vibrator didn’t stand a chance of staying in her pussy.

Thankfully the urge passed, leaving in its place more frustration.

Just when Ava thought she couldn’t stand it another moment, a car engine and tires on gravel eased into her awareness.

An annoying rush of pleasure filled her heart. Griff had returned; she hadn’t contemplated him not returning, but now that he had, she could acknowledge it had been a buried fear.

A few minutes later the bedroom door opened.

He filled the frame, broad-shouldered and brooding.

Stepping up to the bed, he removed his shades and set them on the table. “Were you bored?”

She gulped, her mouth dry. “No.” Damn, she was so wet the vibrator was only just inside her.

“You look hot.” He rested the backs of his fingers on her brow. “Yes. You are.”

“So would you be… in my position.”

“Did you come?”

“What? No… no, I didn’t.”

He sat on the bed, dipping the mattress again and this time making her breasts jiggle.

She gasped. “Please, take these off.”

“Please take them off, Sir.”

“What?”

“Another time you’ve questioned me. You’re on forty, be careful, Ava, be very careful.”

She gritted her teeth. “Please take them off, Sir.” Who the heck did he think he was?

He drew the waist of her sweatpants down to her thighs, exposing her waxed pussy. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he stared at her.

She curled her toes and clamped around the vibrator.

“It’s still in place.” He slid his hand beneath her thighs. “I’m impressed.”

He withdrew the vibrator and set it aside.

Ava groaned and tugged at the cuffs. She needed to come. She needed stimulation on her clit… now.

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