His mouth quirks into a lopsided grin before he sets me down, leaving me standing a short distance from the tree. He leans back against the trunk, eyes never leaving mine. I stand there, waiting for his next command, anticipation swirling inside me like wildfire, igniting every nerve.
The cold seeps into my marrow, and it’s obvious I wasn’t thinking clearly when I left the bedroom earlier. I just needed to escape to the outside, to stifle the voices in my head and to drown out the nightmares. Goosebumps skitter across my arms and bare legs, exposed to the cold’s biting touch after I droppedthe blanket when Grey lifted me up.
His sapphire blue eyes stare at me with such intensity before he speaks up, the wind gripping his words, amplifying their intensity.
“Come to me on all fours,” he simply says, with a playful grin hinting on his lips.
My eyebrows shoot up in shock, though part of me isn’t surprised. After all, this is Grey—unhinged, wild, always pushing me to the edge, loving the thrill of taking us both to the brink. His eyes meet mine, and something heats in the pit of my stomach as I wait for him, still shocked. When he looks at me like that, I can’t help but feel a pull toward submission.
“Did you not hear me?” He levels me a hard glance, and I quickly shake my head.
“But it’s winter!” I protest, glancing down at the lush grass that hasn’t yet been overtaken by the falling snowflakes. The thought of crawling toward him on all fours, my knees bare and exposed to the cold, damp ground, sends ice through my veins as I gulp.
“Does it look like I care?” he asks, still staring at me with that arrogant smirk of his.
The thrill of his words makes exhilaration rush through me at the same time as I feel hesitant. I want to submit to him and see where this will go. Grey always evokes feelings within me that I cannot ignore.
My panties are soaked as I lower to the ground, hurting my knees in the process as the coldness instantly chills me. I don’t break eye contact with Grey as he adjusts his pants, his hard bulge visible, which only spurs me on. I begin crawling, the frosty grass cutting into my knees and palms. The pain is a welcome reprieve, and I suddenly understand his intentions with this all.
He knows how much I crave pain to feelanything, and he’susing that knowledge in his own way to help me. A flutter of warmth ignites deep within me at the thought.
In less than a minute, I’m kneeling right before him, still captivated by the intensity in his gaze. The heat in his eyes ignites a rush of desire that spreads through me like a wave, pooling in my core.
Grey growls his approval, gripping my chin as he crouches down, still towering over me. A shadow falls from his his imposing frame as the tree behind him adds to his mysterious allure. I struggle to stay still as the frosty grass bites into my skin with a pain that I desperately want to get rid of. I try not to wince, but he catches the discomfort on my face. Lowering himself even more, his face is just inches from mine, his minty breath grazing my lips as he speaks.
“Beg, doll. Beg to stand up.”
I swallow down my pride, my thighs already slick with anticipation as tension builds between us.
“Please, Grey. Can I stand up?” My voice trembles, betraying my desperation.
Looking at me, he smirks with delight. “I will think about it.”
A wave of frustration crashes over me, as does a flicker of rage at his denial. Without waiting for his stupid permission, I stand up, giving him a defiant smirk. I grab hold of his neck, fingers tightening just enough to make him groan, and my hand slides down, gripping the bulge in his sweatpants. I squeeze his hard cock through the fabric, and a delicious moan escapes him.
“Feisty little doll,” he whispers.
I squeeze his length harder, my other hand still wrapped around his throat. With one quick motion, I tug his sweatpants down to his knees, maintaining eye contact as I spit into my palm. I slowly stroke him from the tip down to the base, his head thrown back in pleasure from the building tension radiating between us. My strokes remain teasingly slow until hiships instinctively buck toward my hand, seeking more friction. I flash him a smile, and something seems to switch in his expression—now, he’s the one smirking.
Before I can react, he seizes me by my throat while pushing my back against the tree trunk with enough force to have me stumbling backward.
“You think you could dominate me?” he scoffs. “Think again, little one.”
His fingers find their way beneath my shorts, pushing them and my panties aside before he plunges his digits inside me. A moan slips from my lips, delicious desire shooting through me. I’m fucking soaked.
“Stroke me,” he commands.
My hand finds his hard cock once again, stroking it gently while his fingers push inside me. I’m already on the edge of coming as he keeps hitting that sweet spot. My stomach clenches, even more so by the way he squeezes my throat, choking me. He removes my ability to breathe properly, but it only heightens the intensity.
“I’m near,” I stutter out as my moans fill the nature around us, the leaves rustling in the wind.
He continues to finger-fuck me, faster and harder with each time, bringing me both pain and pleasure. The pain makes me feel alive after having felt dead on the inside for so long. Grey is the only one who makes mefeel, even when I don’t want to feel anything.
“Come for me,” he moans as he brings me to the edge.
I collapse against the tree, my body shuddering. My movements become sloppy as I stroke him, overwhelmed by sensations. I come with a cry, tears brimming in my eyes from the sheer emotional force of the moment.
He hastily pulls down his sweatpants, entering me with a thrust that has me screaming out, hoping Everlee and Dravencan’t hear us from the house. My back is pushed against the tree as he fucks me gently, ensuring I feel every sensation, even the emotional ones that make me want to break down in his hold.
