He didn’t need to repeat the order; Master Grayson’s look alone commanded her obedience. Avery’s first glimpse of this side of him had caught her unawares but left her interested in seeking more of both him and a sexual lifestyle new to her. The second, longer, up close look as he’d disciplined Sue Ellen had shaken her; the lighter demonstration he’d given her of the same act had left her with a needy ache. And then, just a few days ago,
he’d brought out a part of her she’d never known existed and left her craving more of his strict side. Now, even wary and unsure, she thrilled to be on the receiving end of his complete dominance.
With a delicate shudder, she shuffled her feet apart, unsure about his mood, intentions and what was to come, yet craving him with every fiber of her being. Avery now knew why he’d been so put off with her following their scene the other night, never dreaming he could identify her by such a small sound, one she’d never known she made. As he used his thumbs to spread her tender folds and expose her swollen clit, she shoved aside that revelation to deal with later.
Being enclosed in the steam-filled room with a naked Master Grayson required Avery’s full concentration, especially since he wasn’t happy with her. Scraping her clit with a nail, she arched against his hand in helpless surrender to whatever he wanted.
“You were scared, needed to be sure of me before revealing yourself.” He brushed his lips over her labia before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. “I get that.”
“Oh, God.” Avery shook in the bonds, that sting seeping into her sheath, drawing more dampness.
“But I proved my trustworthiness the first night you came to The Barn, didn’t I?” He punctuated that question with another bite.
“I… yes, but… everything was so new… unexpected… and I was… am so…” The quick thrust of his tongue kept her from forming a coherent thought to the rest of her reply. She whimpered as he added two fingers and circled her clit with his tongue before pulling on the tender piece of flesh with his teeth. Yanking on her arms, she thrust her hips into his face, allowing her body to do the begging for more. Ignoring her pleas, he fucked her pussy with tongue and fingers, bringing her to the cusp of orgasm before pulling back, not once but twice and then three times.
Instead of delivering what she ached for, he tormented her until she was swollen with edgy need, writhing in the bonds and grinding against his marauding mouth. With his lips wrapped around her throbbing clit, pulling on the puffy nub with strong suctions, he reached out, and with a hard yank on one showerhead hose, sent it toppling down to grab the handle. Pulling back from his feasting, he turned the spray between her legs.
“Afraid?” he continued his questioning, switching the light spray to one of harder pulsations. “Of me, or the circumstances that sent you to me?”
Grayson didn’t give Avery time to answer, or even think. Her cry resounded in the small space as he aimed the jets on her aching flesh, unleashing fiery sparks of pleasure to convulse the slick walls of her pussy only to pull away, once again stalling the final explosion of ecstasy.
“Either way, you should have been able to come clean with me before I found out on my own who you are.” Holding her labia wide open, he held the spray right on her clit until her entire body jerked from the small contractions of an impending orgasm. As soon as she let loose with that telltale sign, he pushed to his feet, returned the showerhead above and then lifted her right foot onto the seat. Reaching to the shelf behind her, he plucked off a condom she never saw him place there. Sheathing himself, he growled, “You’ll tell me now what you’re afraid of, who caused you to have such mistrust, won’t you?”
The silken-softness of his voice didn’t fool Avery; that was a definite, steel-edged command, not a polite request. “Watch me take you,” he ordered next, reaching behind her to clasp her buttocks in a tight grip, holding her immobile for his slow invasion into her trembling body.
Biting her lip to keep from moaning, she eyed his thick length as he sank by slow measures inside her, stretching her wider than anything or anyone who had come before him. Her vaginal lips clung around his thick girth like a soft glove, sucking him deeper, each slow glide brushing against still quivering muscles, releasing small tendrils of pleasure along the way.
“Jesus, but you’re tight,” he muttered, pushing a little harder, working inside her slick depths as he pressed her pelvis closer to his. “And so fucking hot you may burn me up.”
Water sluiced between them, a misting curtain that lent an intimacy to the carnal fucking. With one leg still propped up on the seat, spreading Avery wider, the only reason she could maintain her one-legged stance during his tortuously slow assault was because of her bound hands and his firm hold.
Grayson pulled back, dragging his rigid flesh over sensitive, swollen tissues, his breathing as harsh as hers as he pushed her for more. “Tell me, Avery. What is it you’ve been too scared to talk about?” Another deep surge drew a shudder. “What drove you so far from home, made you so desperate for cash?” A repeated slow withdrawal accompanied his attention-forcing stare, one she couldn’t break even if she wanted to.
“Please, Sir,” Avery pled as he thrust back inside her with enough force to bump her womb and set off another round of small contractions heralding an orgasm.
“Not until you talk to me,” Grayson ground out, sinking his fingers tighter into one malleable globe as he released the other to press between her cheeks and invade her ass with a two-fingered jab past the puckered rim.
Avery lost herself in the steamy confines of the shower, in the closeness of Master Grayson’s naked strength, the tickling brush of his chest hair over her nipples, his breath in her ear, his teeth scraping her neck, his pummeling cock and pumping fingers. Aching need too long denied coupled with weeks of fear-induced stress burst through the last of her resistance and shattered her will. With tortuous sobs, she poured out her plight in stuttering gasps as he continued to drive her up, leaving nothing out from the time she’d stood hidden in the precinct’s garage and overheard Darren and Chad to losing control of her car on the ice today.
By the time she finished, pleasure rivaling everything she’d experienced before burst upon her with the jarring jerks of his ramming cock, filled her with incredible ecstasy and crumbled the weeks-long dam keeping her emotions in check along with her body as she fell into his arms and continued to let go.
Grayson reached up and turned off the shower heads, keeping a tight hold of Avery’s shaking body with one arm wrapped around her waist. He still shook from the riotous force of his own climax, but nothing could have cleared his mind so fast as the outpouring of her confession. Fucking A. Going up against two dirty Chicago cops would not be easy for anyone, let alone a young woman whom one had betrayed with such callous disregard. His girl often bemoaned her lack of bravery, but from where he was standing right now, he thought her the most courageous woman he’d ever met. And damn it, he was still fucking pissed at the time she’d taken to come clean with him and the risks she’d taken today, both with the anonymous Internal Affairs contact and with the weather.
Despite her muddled, emotionally messy state, she felt good against him, all that damp, abundant, soft flesh cushioning his hard body, her muscles still shaking from her climax, her breathing still ragged as her tears blended with the water wetting his skin. Driving a woman into a crying binge with his dominance didn’t bother him, but listening to Avery’s gasping sobs brought on by her ordeal tore into his gut with sharp stabs and gripped his chest in a vise.
He waited until she quieted and then ushered her out of the shower, wrapping her in a large, heated towel before drying himself and slipping his jeans back on. Gripping her chin, he lifted her ravaged face, pleased to see her eyes were clear despite being red-rimmed.
“Are you steady enough to dry your hair on your own, or do you want me to do it?” He suspected she would need a few minutes alone to get herself under control, and he didn’t mind giving them to her as long as she was capable of handling herself. But only a few. They still had issues to settle before they sat down and discussed where to go from here.
Avery nodded against his hold. “I’m… okay. I can do it.”
“Meet me in the den when you’re done. Make sure you’re dry, including your hair before coming out. I’ll have the fire going, but I still don’t want you to get chilled again.” Releasing her, he gathered up the still damp clothes and left her
staring after him in bemusement. Good. Keeping her off guard would continue to work in his favor, and eventually, hers.
Grayson rummaged through his bedroom toy stash before padding down the hall and into the den. A glimpse out the wide front window showed the sleet had stopped and now the trees and ground glistened with an icy sheen. Once the sun popped back out tomorrow, as predicted, he knew the remnants of this quick storm would melt away, but tonight would remain treacherous for drivers. He heard his hair dryer come on as he stoked the fire into a hot, crackling blaze and deemed he had just enough time to make a quick call before Avery joined him.
He had just ended his conversation with Gary Ayers, who owned Willow Springs’ twenty-four-hour tow service and repair shop when he looked up and saw her standing at the entrance to the hall. Taking his time, he enjoyed a leisurely inspection of her naked body, a rosy tinge now replacing the goosebumps covering her white skin when he’d first stripped her. Wearing nothing but her glasses, she shifted under his inspection, dropping her hands to cover the enticing view of her bare pubis.