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He removes his hand from my pants and shoves me off him onto my stomach. I lie there, panting and disoriented.

The bed shifts as he gets out of it. Then my pants and underwear are being pulled down my legs. I just lie there. “I’m not done playing.” He slaps my thigh, and I yelp. “Remove your shirt.”

I sit up, yanking it off and toss it to the floor before lying back down on my stomach for him.

“Place your hands behind your back,” he commands from beside me.

My heart is hammering, and my soaked pussy clenches. I still can’t see him, but I hear the drawer to his nightstand open and close. The bed shifts. He straddles my ass, and something rough slides between my arms and back. It’s rope. Law needs to dominate. He needs complete control of your body and mind. Sex is a game to him. And he always wins.

Thunder shakes the walls while he ties my arms together, starting right below my shoulders. He gets to my elbows and yanks. I whimper, digging my face into his fitted sheet.

He brings the rope all the way down to my wrists and ties it off. I try to move but am unsuccessful. It’s so tight that I’m already losing feeling.

He gets up off my ass and slaps it. “Get up!” he orders as I hear him lie down beside me.

I roll over onto my back, sit up, and the movement stretches my already tight arms. I manage to get to my knees. “I’m up,” I tell him since he can’t see me in the darkness and not sure what he meant exactly.

His hands grasp my hips, and he yanks me forward. “Straddle me,” he demands.

After a few seconds, he slides between my legs. But it feels like it’s his chest, not his hips. “What are you …?”

The bed moves as he adjusts himself, and then I feel his mouth on my inner thigh. He lightly kisses it before he sucks on the sensitive skin. I begin to pant for a new reason and throw my head back. “Oh, God.”

“You’re going to ride my face, little doll,” he orders. “I’m going to clean up that mess I just made.” His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, holding me in place.

“Please.” I beg him not to stop playing with me.

GRAYSON LAW

I remove myself from underneath her shaking body and throw her down on the bed. Her hands pinned underneath her. She cries out from the discomfort, and I smile, settling between her shaking legs.

My hand goes to her pussy, and I thrust two fingers in, not giving a fuck if she’s sore or not.

She sucks in a breath. She’s come twice so far since she entered my room. Once on my hand and once on my face, but I’m not done with her. The thing about Henley is that she craves dominance. She wants a man who knows what he wants and takes it. It turns her on. She can deny it all she wants, but her body can’t.

I enter a third finger. “Law,” she whimpers my name, and my cock twitches. I’m so fucking hard, but I’m not going to fuck her. Not tonight.

I stop, and she’s gasping for breath. Removing my fingers from her pussy, I run them up and down for good measure and order, “Open your mouth.” She does as she’s told, and my cum-soaked fingers enter her parted lips. She tries to pull away, but I don’t let her. “Suck,” I command while my free hand grips her chin, holding her face in place.

“Good doll.” I praise her, and she moans, rocking her hips against me.

I flip her back over onto her stomach and yank her ass up in the air. I spread her legs open wide with mine. Entering two fingers into her once again, I take her cum and run it up and over her ass. I feel it pucker, and she gasps.

“Relax,” I say to her, my free hand rubbing the arch of her back, feeling the curve of her spine.

“Law,” she whines, shifting on her knees.

I enter two fingers in her pussy again, and she relaxes. Removing them, I run them over her ass, this time pressing my finger into it, stretching her.

“Law!” she cries out, burying her face into the bed.

“Shh,” I tell her. She gave Dax her pussy and Scout her mouth. I will take her ass, but it’s going to take time to get there. Good thing I’m a patient man.

But there is something I’ve been waiting a long time for, and tonight is the night I get it. I hear the electricity come back on; the lights remain off because I like it pitch black when I sleep but notice when the ceiling fan starts up.

I have a light switch right next to the bed. Getting up, I flip it on. She buries her face into the fitted sheet to shield her eyes.


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