Page 67 of Graciously His

“It’s exactly what you were asking, but you need to understand that higher risk means clearer consent. So there won’t be any pretending tonight, Grace, even though we both know how much you love it. If I’m hurting you, you need to tell me right away and I’ll stop. If you’re afraid or unsure, you will tell me. Got it?”

I shiver at his commanding tone. Then what he says registers properly.

“What if I want to pretend?”

“No pretending. ” He leans in, nuzzling my neck, his breath on my skin. “Let me make love to you tonight, Grace. To celebrate the start you’ve made.”

I let out an incredulous laugh. “When did sex that one has to prep for become celebratory love making, Nate?”

We’re next to the bed, which is turned down, several brolly sheets and pillows ready.

“Every single thing I do to you in this room is about love. Especially the truly filthy things.”

He lays me down, eyes on mine as he crawls over my body to kiss me. It’s a lot, having him maintain eye contact while his tongue slides along the seam of my lips, but I try to hold it, wanting to watch his expression. It’s still the same cold, possessive look as always, devoid of the warmth from when we had sex in his office. That man is inaccessible, though he claims to be right here. My eyes close when he grinds his hardening cock against my underwear. I break free of the kiss to catch my breath and he moves his lips close to my ear.

“I could slip inside you right now.” His voice pours into my mind, liquid and heated. “I could skip what you prepared for and just take what you want me to have the most. You know how good it’ll feel, don’t you? Me filling you up exactly the way I should.”

Another grinding thrust. I shake my head.

“No?” he asks, his weight going to one elbow as he skims a hand up the length of my thigh and into my soaked underwear. “This girl’s going to be denied, Grace. Do you know what that means?”

I gasp as his fingers skim over my clit—once, then again. “Don’t stop!”

“Oh, but I have to. I can’t risk tempting her with anything further, can I? Not when she’s wet and whoring for it.”

I jolt at the terrible word, even as fabric tears. My arousal meets his fingers with a sound that’s vulgar beyond anything I’ve ever heard.

“This pussy," he continues, "would take me like a bitch in heat. She’d gobble me up and ask me for more. But she—” he leans in again, licking a slow path up my neck, “can’t have me.”

When his fingers drift away, I try to follow, straining my hips after him.

He smirks. “Down girl.”

I make a noise that should fill me with shame—a hiss of protest not unlike something a kitten might make. But I don’t care. I’m worked up beyond anything. I need more. I lean up for a kiss but he evades me.

“Nate, please…”

“There’s only one place I’m going to touch you now.”

My stomach twists. I almost forgot what I’ve prepped for, why I’m so squeaky clean. I glare up at him.

“Was this your plan all along? Prepare me for one thing then tempt me into another?”

He chuckles, retracing the line along my neck with his teeth. I take it as affirmation. Everything Nate does is to his own advantage, usually across multiple dimensions. Sexually, he’s persuading me to shelve my taboos and beg him to defile me, even as he subverts his own preparations and offers to take me in a less problematic way. The latter would end in me being even more attached to him, and possibly pregnant. So I pull away, meeting Nate’s eyes.

“Stop distracting me,” I say, trying to sound confident. “It’s not fair, you know.”

He works his way down my body, peeling my camisole off and getting rid of my underwear. “I just want you to know all your options, Grace.”

“You’re trying to make me ask for what you want anyway, and I’m—”

My words end in a moan of pleasure as he takes my nipple into his mouth. His skimming fingers go further back, probing me with my own wetness. I squirm as his finger presses in. It’s harder to accept than other times, when his mouth was on my clit. Nate pauses, gauging my reaction.

“How does that feel?”

“So-so,” I admit.

He withdraws with a low chuckle. “Good thing I’ve got other things to play with, huh?”