Darkness.
“Come on, Grayson... I’m getting scared for real.”
It’s dead silent.
My hand fumbles against the wall for the light switch.
A palm slams over my mouth and my head thumps hard against a man’s chest as I am pulled backward. Stubble touches the side of my face. But it isn’t Grayson’s voice. It’s a voice modifier right next to my ear.
“Bad girls get big cock. Ready for some?”
I squeal, but not from fear so much as the thrill. I claw at his wrist, mask slipping. I know it’s him. I canfeelhim. The weight. The restraint. The command.
“What do bad boys get?” I whisper, breathless.
The voice changer drops to the carpet.
His voice —Grayson’s voice— gravelly and deep, answers, “You.”
He tears the mask off my face, scoops me into his arms, and carries me to the couch like I’m weightless. His body radiates heat, skin hot and smooth, muscles flexing with each step.
“Knees on the cushion. Chest on the pillow.”
I don’t question.
I obey.
My heart’s pounding. My skin prickles with awareness. Every nerve lights up as I settle into position, vulnerable and presenting.
“I wanted to be the boss,” I whisper.
“You’re too dumb, Piggy.” He licks his palm, wet and obscene, andcracksit across my ass.
I gasp. Pain flares. I flinch but lean back into it, desperate for more.
“Too pathetic,” he growls, delivering another hot smack. “No one could fear a little brat like you.”
His hand roams over my bare ass, his fingertips glide to my pussy, swirling over the sensitive skin. I clench just from the anticipation, leaning my bottom towards his wandering fingers,aching.
He stops and murmurs, “Spread yourself.”
I reach back and open, fingers trembling as I reveal everything to him.
He exhales, low and full of reverence. “Look at that. Look what’s mine. And always dripping for me.”
“I’m bad, too,” I hiss, wanting more of his attention. “I had a whole plan.”
He circles my entrance with one finger, so slow it hurts. I arch my back, begging.
“Grayson.”
Theclinkof a belt, the russel of pants falling, and a shirt being tossed. Then, the heat of his hips press against my backside. Imelt. I want to feel his cock so badly. But I am also really hung up on this plan...
So I snatch his wrist and loop a rope around it. But this is pointless. It’s not like he’s going to let—
Grayson holds out his other hand... allowing me to bind them both!
I gawk.
