Christmas Captive

His lips were everywhere, his tongue parting my folds and kissing every hidden part of me. My eyelids fluttered open and closed in an effort not to come on his tongue. It was impossibly hard to hold it, but every time Grayson felt me getting close, he pulled back with a devilish grin on his lips. He loved torturing me, and I loved his cruel touch against my skin.

His touch was something between a punishment and a reward. The way he licked me spoke of years of experience, and a sudden bout of jealousy had me clenching my fingers in his salt-and-pepper hair. I wanted him. I wanted to sleep with him. I wanted to come for him. But I kept my promise, like I’d told him I would, allowing Grayson to torture my body with pleasure.

I was a shaky mess by the time he was done, his erection pressing painfully against my stomach as he looked up to look at me.

“Your time is almost up, Kitty,” he told me. “Twenty minutes and you get to come. Can you abstain a little while longer?”

I nodded, gritting my teeth, and he went back between my legs, this time adding a finger to the torture, sliding in and out of my wetness. I’d never been more desperate for anything. I counted down the minutes, and when Grayson caught me doing it, he made me count down out loud.

“Ten,” I whispered, my body so close to the edge a lick of his tongue would send me overboard. “Nine. Eight. Oh God, Sir…”

“Keep counting,” he grunted, licking my clit until I clasped my legs around his neck, holding him in place.

“Seven. Six. Five. Four.”

My eyes were rolling back, my body ready for the release I was craving so very desperately. Grayson didn’t ease up, making every second of the time I had left unbearable.

“Three…”

He bit the inside of my thigh, making me cry out with pain and barely held back pleasure.

“Two. Please, Sir!”

He sucked my pussy into orgasm the moment that last number left my lips.

“One…”

I came apart beneath him, my body arching with desperation as he licked my cream. I came while crying his name, my fingers tangled in his hair and my eyes locked with his dark gaze.

I should have known then and there that I already belonged to Grayson Kline.Chapter 11

Grayson

"We're going to have company tonight," I told Amicia as we sat down to dinner.

"Oh?" She raised her brows, but didn't ask further questions before dabbing daintily at her lips and setting her napkin down. "Will you need me with you, Sir?"

"No," I shook my head. "It's a business partner that's coming over, we have an important matter to discuss. Actually, you might remember him."

"Who is it?" Her eyes sparkled with interest. She hadn't seen many of my partners apart from Florian who was a regular around the apartment. With Kai still being away, she hadn't even met him yet.

"We met him at the opera, remember?" I set my napkin down too. "The man who was with your friend."

"Oh, him." Her expression fell in an instant, making me chuckle.

"I take it you didn't take much of a liking to him."

"No, Sir." She shook her head vehemently. "He seemed very full of himself. And I didn't like the way he was treating my friend."

I hadn't cared for how rough he'd been with his plaything either, but I didn't mention that to Amicia. It would only make her more nervous about him being in the same apartment.

"Is she coming with him?" She asked next, a hopeful look on her face.

"No, this is a business meeting."

"What about, Sir?"

I gave her a curious look. Amicia never asked much about my business, though I could sense she was interested. She was probably worried about probing me too much and asking questions I didn't want to give her the answers to. But in the moment, I found myself strangely eager to divulge more information.

"We are entering a new business venture together," I explained. "He's coming over so we can drill down the details. I asked him to come here because I didn't want to leave you alone."

"Thank you, Sir." Kitty's eyes sparkled and I smiled as she asked to be excused from the table.

"You may go. Actually..." I tapped a finger against my chin. "I may want you to be present at the meeting after all."

"Isn't it a business meeting?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. "I don't think I'd be much help, Sir..."

She was obviously trying to get out of it, which amused me at the same time as it played to the sadist in me. A part of me wanted to see her squirming in front of my business associate, Ilan Gibbons. His name carried a certain weight in the city, but while he looked clean on the outside, he got his hands dirtier than I ever had.