Chapter 168
Ava’s POV
My breath hitched as he looped a silk scarf around my wrists, securing them behind my back. He then guided me to the chaise lounge, gently pushing my shoulders until I was seated. His strong hands gripped my hips, repositioning me so I lay flat on my back, knees bent, feet planted firmly on the plush surface.
Our eyes met, communicating volumes. He leaned in, his breath hot on my skin. His hands reached for the hem of my dress, tugging it upward. I lifted my hips willingly, allowing him to bunch the dress at my midsection; my bound hands prevented complete removal.
His fingers found the edge of my panties, teasingly tracing intricate patterns across my thighs. A tremor ran through me, my breath catching in my throat. As his fingers dipped below the thin material, grazing my damp slit, I gasped. Teasingly, he avoided my most sensitive spot, focusing on the tender skin around my bikini line.
I shivered, biting my lip as his fingers skimmed near, but avoided, my folds. I opened my legs wider in silent invitation, and he smirked devilishly. "Impatient, are we?" he taunted.
He glanced at me, raising an eyebrow before lowering his head and placing a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh. A tantalizing heat surged through me, and I wiggled beneath him, hoping for more.
"Be patient," he murmured, blowing a warm breath on the same spot. He crawled over me, his muscular frame hovering above. His mouth descended upon mine, claiming it with a searing passion that stole my breath. His tongue plunged in, exploring every inch.
"I love the way your body responds to mine," Grayson murmured against my lips, his hand sliding down my side, over my hips, cupping one bare buttock. He then swiftly flipped me over, eliciting a sound between a gasp and a moan.
I felt him loosen the scarf, then tie it around my eyes, blindfolding me. He removed my dress—my body anticipating—and I heard it fall lightly to the floor.
"Don't move," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
I felt him move away, leaving me bereft of his warmth. A rustle of cloth signaled him removing his own clothes, then silence fell. An eternity seemed to pass before I heard the rattle of a chain. I swallowed hard. "If it becomes too much, just say 'stop.' Do you understand?"
I nodded, though my heart pounded—not from fear, but excitement. He pulled my hands back, and I felt the cool metal of restraints click shut around my wrists. I tested them gingerly, pulling at the connecting chains.
The soft, cold leather of the chaise contrasted sharply with the warmth radiating from my body. I felt his presence behind me, his breath hot on my neck. "Spread your knees."
My body trembled in anticipation, but I obeyed, allowing my legs to fall open wider. He moved behind me, his hands grasping my hips firmly.
"What are you waiting for?" My voice was breathy, barely a whisper.
Grayson chuckled low in his throat, and I felt his fingers trail down my spine, sending shivers through me. His mouth found the nape of my neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. I cried out, bucking against him. He grasped my hips firmly and slid into me in one thrust, simultaneously biting my collarbone. A scream tore from my lips, and an immediate orgasm ripped through me.
My entire body quivered. A moan escaped my lips as he withdrew slowly, then—without warning—filled me completely again, but this time remained still. Seconds passed; my core tightened, struggling to accommodate him. His voice, filled with desire, filled the air: "Fuck yourself."
The words didn't immediately register, but my body understood. My hips moved forward, then back against him. I let out a shaky moan, mirroring his groan, and repeated the movement. His grip tightened, his hips grinding against mine. "Again," he rasped, guiding my movements with a surge of lust. I obeyed, rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
My moans echoed, mixing with his raspy groans. His hips ground against mine, pushing me back onto his cock again and again. With one hand, he unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts. The other squeezed my hip hard enough to leave marks.
Grayson abruptly flipped me onto my belly, my hands still secured. He lay on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, his weight and strength effectively trapping me.
"Stay still," he commanded, one hand trailing up my spine. I felt his erection pressed against me as his weight held me in place. "How does it feel, Ava? Being entirely at my mercy?"
His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you like this until you come again." My cheeks flamed, knowing I could only lie there helplessly.
His weight shifted as he propped himself on his elbows, gazing down. "You look beautiful restrained." His mouth lowered to my neck, trailing feather-light kisses along my skin. He aligned himself at my entrance and entered me again. Something incoherent left my lips as my back arched off the chaise.
He picked up his pace, thrusting faster and deeper. I was helplessly pinned beneath him, completely at his mercy. The sensation of being bound and dominated sent waves of pleasure through me. His body aligned perfectly with mine, and I surrendered, accepting every intense thrust. His dominant behavior excited me. Though bound, I felt freer than ever as we merged. "Grayson…"
His mouth moved from my neck to my shoulder, licking and nibbling as he thrust with punishing force. As his pace quickened, another orgasm began to build. He held me captive, fucking me like a crazed beast as I squirmed helplessly.
He ground his pelvis into me; my moans increased in volume and desperation. Every movement sent waves of intense pleasure pulsating through me. He pulled out, then drove back in hard and deep, then suddenly pulled away.
I nearly cried out at the loss of him inside me, my body aching with need. He grabbed my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. "Sit up."
My breath hitched as I struggled to push myself up, my hands bound and eyes blindfolded. The ache between my legs throbbed painfully.
Hands shaking, I maneuvered myself to a sitting position. The air felt cooler as Grayson moved away. The sudden void of his presence sent a shiver through me, but it was fleeting. I felt myself lifted effortlessly from the chaise, then placed back down—this time straddling him.
Without a word, he released my hands and slowly undid the knot around my eyes. His fingers toyed with my ponytail, circling it around his forefinger, his eyes intent on mine. Then he grasped a handful of hair, yanking me closer. "You were made for me." Then he slammed me onto his cock. I had no idea what I was doing, but my body seemed to understand.
My knees bent, adjusting my position on his lap. Grayson groaned, leaning forward to capture a taut nipple between his teeth. With a guttural groan, he released my nipple and let his head fall back against the chaise, his gray eyes dark with desire.
"Fuck, Ava," he muttered, his hands tightening around my hips. I rode him slowly at first, easing myself onto his length until fully seated. His hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding me as I began to grind against him in slow circles.
Grayson's grip tightened, urging me to increase my pace. I obliged, rising and falling with more urgency, my breath growing ragged. His eyes were locked onto mine, intense and unblinking. He then started thrusting with renewed vigor, matching my increased pace. "That's it," he encouraged gruffly, his voice strained with passion. "Harder, Ava." I moved faster, feeling my orgasm approaching.
Breathless and sweaty, he lifted me off him and tossed me roughly onto the chaise. He positioned himself over me, spreading my legs wide open before slamming into me again. Without warning, he withdrew, flipped me onto my stomach. His palm slapped hard against my ass, stinging and arousing me simultaneously. I squealed, arching into the unexpected contact.
He smacked my butt again, eliciting a deep moan. "Get on your hands and knees." My body eagerly complied, presenting itself shamelessly. The slapping continued, first on my right cheek, then the left, alternating rhythmically, spurring me to push back into each hit. My mind numbed. All I could think was Grayson pounding mercilessly into me.
Another wave crashed through me, this time with blinding intensity. My world spun. I screamed so loud it seemed to echo off the walls. I heard my wolf growl, sending a word coursing through me—the same word she'd whispered before—but this time with full conviction.
The thundering sound of the word echoing in my head was the last thing I heard, followed by Grayson's groan seconds before he spilled inside me, and then everything faded out.