Page 34 of Taming Her

She bucked upward, needing more, extending the moment.

He gave it, generous with his lavish tonguing and filling her with another finger.

“Griff! Oh, that’s… so… good.” Her pussy was contracting and releasing, thudding through the bliss. Having to wait for it, the intense frustration of the last hour had made it all the more satisfying when it had finally happened.

He lifted his head, but kept two fingers lodged deep.

Ava stared down at him. His chin was shiny with her moisture, and there was a rise of color on his cheeks. His pupils were wide, his eyes dancing with the look of a job well done.

“You always did have such a sweet-tasting pussy, Ava.”

She didn’t answer. What was the reply to that?

“Did you enjoy your reward?”

“I wouldn’t have… needed that so desperately… if you hadn’t… teased me so.”

“And without the torment, it wouldn’t have been nearly so much fun.” He withdrew his fingers then dug into the pocket of his Levi’s. “You have a lot to learn about yourself, but I have a feeling you’ll enjoy the journey, once you’ve surrendered to it.”

He withdrew a small silver key and reached up to the cuffs.

She stared at his t-shirt, only an inch from her nose, and breathed in the scent of his cologne. It smelled of the outside, fresh and clean.

“There you go.” He took her hands in a firm grip, then slowly lowered them toward her sides.

“Ow!” She winced, her shoulders complaining.

“I know, I’m sorry. Take it slow.” Again he sat on the bed, gently supporting her arms. “An hour is long enough like that.”

She nodded. Exhaustion swept over her, it was like a plug had been pulled on her energy. Her battery had run out.

He smiled, small lines shooting from the corners of his eyes to his temples. “I’ve tired you.”

She nodded and let her eyes flutter closed.

“And so you will sleep, that is healing for your body and mind.” He rubbed her wrists as if checking them for bruises, then stood.

The next thing she knew her t-shirt was back in place, covering her breasts and her sweats on and pulled up. The duvet, light and soft, landed over her.

“Sleep,” he whispered against her ear. “Sleep now, my little wild child.”

Wild child?

She was in no state to argue. Her dreams were approaching fast, her thoughts splintering. And she was so damn comfortable it was as if she were asleep on a cloud.

The last thing she was aware of was the nuthatch cheeping, and then she was stolen into a deep, dark sleep.

* * *

Griff stirred the vegetable chili he’d made. Packed full of fresh vegetables and herbs, it would do Ava the world of good. He had no idea when she’d last fed herself properly. Cocktails didn’t count as nutrition.

He glanced at the wall clock. She’d been asleep for three hours. He guessed her body needed it. Sleep when intoxicated wasn’t nourishing. A long slumber after a damn good orgasm with a side of adrenaline was exactly what she needed.

He poured himself a glass of water and stared out at the garden as he sipped. Stealing Ava away and bringing her to his home had never been a plan. He’d acted out of necessity on the spur of the moment.

She was accelerating on a path of self-destruction. Her father, useless asshole, was a waste of space. If Griff ever had to meet him, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold his temper. The man had seriously messed with his daughter’s psyche; trust and commitment issues were just the start.

Boarding schools and summer camps abroad had been Ava’s life growing up after her mother had left. She’d told him some of it. The word lonely stood out as one she’d used—a lonely childhood. Which was tantamount to abuse in Griff’s mind. Money didn’t make up for time and affection. A child needed parental attention, someone with a genuine interest in their wellbeing and future and with no hidden agenda. It just went to show, having money didn’t make you a good parent. In fact, in this case, it had generated unforgiveable cruelty from her mother and her father.

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