“Now, what should I do to help you sleep?” His hand begins to drift upwards, creeping up my leg, taking the big shirt with it.
“Whatever you want,” I whisper. Because it’s true. My body lies against him, soft and compliant. My mind might still fight it, but he owns my body. My fox is ready for him to stake his claim.
“What do you want, little fox?” I love the deep rumble of his voice against my ear.
I fold one leg up, knee toward the ceiling to give him access.
He growls his approval and shoves down the covers. Heat flares everywhere-across my skin, between my legs. It’s a different kind of heat than I’m used to. Submission always turns me on, but this is like arousal times twelve. My pussy turns molten, heart rate ramping. I’m itchy and feverish and he hasn’t even touched me intimately yet. Knowing he’s going to claim me-possibly roughly-thrills not just the submissive in me but also my fox. That’s what’s different. What makes it feel so right.
He crawls down and grips the thigh I have lifted. “You inviting me down here, Kit?”
I jerk at the first flick of his tongue. Fates, it’s like a bolt of lightning shooting straight through my clit and out to every nerve ending in my body. My nipples turn hard as diamonds, nails sink into his empty pillow beside me.
He traces the inside of my labia, circles my clit. I squirm, pushing my knee against his head involuntarily. “Uh uh, Kit. You stay open for me while I lick this sweet pussy of yours.”
I shiver, my pussy contracting at the order. No one’s ever licked me there. Augustine tortured my clit plenty of times, sure. He spanked it, pinched it, put clips on it. But he never put his own mouth on me. I’ve never felt the velvety smoothness of a tongue on my most sensitive bits before.
I don’t mean to-it’s not slave-like at all-but I reach down and grip his hair, tugging him into me again.
He chuckles. “That’s right, little fox. Take your pleasure.”
Take my pleasure.
What a wicked, terrible thought. But he told me to. It was an order, right?
I surrender to the sensations-of his tongue, his deep, dominant growls, the commanding grip of his huge hand on my thigh. I lift my core to his mouth, wriggle and undulate.
He flips me to my back and pushes my other knee back, too, spreading me wide. I cry out when he licks me from anus to clit. He returns to my opening, penetrating me with his tongue. It’s not enough, and I don’t mean to demand, but I do-fates help me, I do. I grip his head and push his mouth against me, lift my pussy. He releases one of my thighs and shoves two fingers into me, rough.
I yip with pleasure, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Grizz!” I cry out, the panic that comes before an orgasm flooding me.
“That’s right, Kit. Who makes you scream?”
My mind can barely follow the question, I’m so close to coming. “Um… you do!” I scream as he repeatedly hits my G-spot with his huge fingers. “Grizz does! Oh please, Grizz.”
“You don’t have to beg, just take it,” he growls.
I come like an explosion. A bursting open. A simultaneous emptying and filling. My body rages beneath his skilled fingers and tongue, legs thrashing, pelvis jerking. My internal muscles squeeze and release, quake. He stops pumping, instead stroking my G-spot with his fingers as he sucks and licks my clit.
The earthquake passes and I whimper, falling limp. My knees splay open, body boneless.
Grizz lifts his head and licks my juices off his lips. “You taste like honey.”
A shocked laugh falls from my lips and I reach for him, wind my arms around his neck. “Says the bear.”
He nips my neck. “Bears love honey.”
I attempt to push him to his back so I can return the favor, but it’s an impossible feat when he’s on top of me, pinning me to my back. I reach for his cock between our bodies. It’s huge and thick and hard for me. I give it a squeeze, but his growl has censure in it.
I instantly let go, eyes wide.
“Shh.” He strokes my cheek. “I’m helping you sleep.”
“May I please suck your cock?” I almost said, master’s cock, as I’d been trained, but caught myself in time.
Still, Grizz narrows his eyes. “No,” he growls and settles beside me, pulling me in to spoon against him. His body is huge and warm and completely wraps my smaller one. My fox sighs in contentment. After a moment of silence in which I worry about what I did wrong, he murmurs against my ear. “Sleep, little fox. You’re safe here. I won’t let anyone hurt you. That’s a promise.”
Now I sigh, too.
He strokes my arm. “Everything’s going to be all right. You’re always safe with me, Kit.”
Happiness-a dangerous feeling-descends over me and I sink into it. Let the contentment of my orgasm and the safety of Grizz’s arms and words lull me into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Jordy
“MORNIN’, Kit.” Grizz’s gravelly voice rumbles through me.
I press back into the warm wall of his giant body and his purring growl sends pleasant vibrations through me. I automatically arch my back, grinding my bottom into the taut frame of his hips. His growl deepens with frustration. Large hands force my legs apart. I hold my breath as his right hand begins to explore.
Outside the room, a harsh ringing sound breaks the silence. I jerk in Grizz’s arms and his hold tightens.
“It’s okay. Just the telephone.”
“You should get it,” I whisper as the phone keeps ringing.
He answers with a growl.
A beep and the answering machine picks up.
“Rise and shine, it’s a beautiful day,” an Irish brogue trills.
Grizz growls as Declan continues leaving a message. “I got news for ya, so call me maybe.”
“Did you tell him-” another voice breaks into the message.
“Right, right, I’ll tell him,” Declan interrupts. “Jay-sus, calm your bits.”