Abuse: The Complete Trilogy (48 page)

“Sex is an
act of pleasure and an expression of love. How better to communicate one’s
deepest feelings than without the clumsy use of words?”

— André
Chevalier

~~~

Renata
Koreman

I don’t mind
being in charge in the bedroom—it can be super, sexy fun. Dominating André had
been a real hoot. However, considering Grant’s history, I don’t think having
another person direct his actions is such a good idea.

Control was
wrested from him by his abuser when he was a child. As Grant got older, even
his body betrayed him, reacting in ways he didn’t want. During sexual therapy,
he needs to take back that sense of power and control.

Right now, Grant
is hot as hell and he isn’t in any way tentative. He knows what he wants and
doesn’t hesitate to go for it.

This is the real
Grant Wilkinson, the
I’m-in-command and you’ll-follow-my-orders
, Grant.
This is who he is beneath the emotional fallout of his abuse—he’s a confident,
no nonsense, dominant, alpha male.

From the moment
Grant takes my hand, he’s running the show.

Hallelujah!

In one smooth
motion, he pulls me against him, my back to his chest. His left arm clasps
around my stomach, capturing me and pulling us close. Scorching hot and
throbbing, Grant’s solid erection rests heavily between the cheeks of my
bottom.

I sigh deeply
with genuine pleasure as I absorb the heat that radiates from every part of
him.

One touch from him
and I soften, pliant and willing under his firm hands. The feel of his hard,
muscular body against mine is amazing. His skin is warm and smooth, his abs
taut.

The fingers of
his right hand thread through my hair, pushing it all to one side. Grant doesn’t
let go, instead he firmly pulls on the strands, tilting my head to the side to
expose the arch of my neck.

I moan, more
than happy for him to have as much access there as he likes.

Jesus! How
does he know hair pulling does it for me? Or that my neck is a serious
erogenous zone—one of my most blistering of hot spots. There is direct wiring
from that spot to every nerve in my body.

God, I love this
position—the feel of him firmly holding me and fondling me so intently is
glorious. I throw back my head and raise my arm, running my fingers through his
soft hair.

The total
darkness makes everything seem so much more intense. His scent. The sound of
our breathing. The feel of his hot flesh and his calloused fingers.

My whole world
is focused
on him
as he takes control of everything, doing as he pleases
—
stroking,
caressing and ruthlessly driving me toward orgasm.

Grant’s lips are
warm and soft. They brush against my temple, exploring along the line of my jaw
and down my neck, throat and collarbone. He leaves a trail of kisses and nips,
branding me with wet heat, sending shivers rippling down my spine.

I tremble under
his touch.

He licks behind
my ear and when I respond with a helpless whimper, he does it again. His mouth
remains open against my skin, deliciously sliding along my flesh. His tongue
and teeth excite me as his hot breath pushes me further into ecstasy.

Goosebumps rise
across my skin.

Within moments
he reduces me to a quivering mass of jangling nerve endings—all sensation,
pleasure and brutal need. I’m barely in control of my body at all.

When he gently
nips my earlobe, I gasp out loud. This bite of pleasure-pain sends an electric
jolt right down between my legs. He eases the small nip with a sensual caress
of his tongue.

“You liked
that,” he rasps, as his sweet breath fans my throat in a warm caress.

“Mmm,” I murmur.

“Good,” he
replies, continuing to nibble and suck my earlobe, throat and neck.

Both of his
hands begin to purposefully run up and down my body, traveling along my thighs,
my stomach and my back, caressing the curves of my ass. He’s leisurely stroking
every inch of me, except he’s avoiding touching the places I most want him to
touch—the wicked tease!

The scent of
sex, man and my own arousal, perfumes the air. My God, it smells divine!

If I could
package his scent, every woman would become addicted, as I have. He’s like a
drug and I’m hooked. I’ve been desperate and hanging out, dying for him to
touch me for way too long. I’ve needed my Grant fix!

Now I'm high… on
him.

Warm and heavy,
my breasts ache for his touch. One of his hands slides up to fondle and squeeze
them—thank God! It’s such a relief, that I reward him with a moan.

“Yes,” he
whispers, “That feels good to me, too.”

“Mmm.”

With the tips of
his fingers, his other hand traces sexy circles on my hips and thighs.

My empty core
clenches and throbs, starved for his attention. Why is he ignoring my wet,
swollen folds? Is he deliberately neglecting my clit?

Damn, I need
him! I really want him to press his hand between my legs.

With a
forefinger and thumb, he gently tugs and rolls my nipples. I inhale sharply,
reveling in the sensation.

“Mmm,” he murmurs
and repeats the caress.

I’m so
incredibly turned on! I whimper, sigh, moan and pant. I thrash, squirm and
shift restlessly. I can’t remain quiet or still—every single thing he does to
me feels so damn good!

“I love the
sounds you make for me,” he growls.

“That’s good,” I
pant. “I don’t think I can stop. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Grant bites me,
holding me with his teeth between my shoulder and neck. It takes me by
surprise. I’m caught so off guard, I instantly become motionless.

His bite is so
primal and raw! It’s something a male animal would do to control and claim
their mate. I absolutely love it.

“I’ll never stop
wanting you,” he says, as he releases me.

His words are
exactly
what I’ve longed to hear. He encircles my hips with proprietary intimacy,
holding me in place with his big warm hands. He pulls me even closer until our
bodies join skin to skin, thighs, hips, torso—we merge together.

Our pure,
profound connection is wondrous. I can no longer tell where I end and where he
begins.

He’s possessing
me.

Owning me.

I belong to him.

“Yes!” I gasp.
“I want you, Grant.”

My pulse kicks
up further—it’s already racing. I’m soaked with sweat, and I feel a trickle of
moisture traveling down along the sensitive skin between my thighs. I’ll come
within moments of him touching my clit.

“Please,” I beg
breathlessly.
“Please!”

“It won’t take
much to make you come, will it?” he asks, and I can hear the awe in his voice.

“No,” I gasp. “
Please,
Grant!”

“Soon.”

“You’re so bad!”
I tell him.

“But I’m trying
to be good.”

I chuckle. “You
are
good. But when you’re good—you’re really, really bad.”

He chuckles.
“Did you just give me a compliment?”

“Damn right.”

Even in the
darkness, I swear I can sense him smile.

Without warning,
Grant pinches my nipple. A zing of excruciating pleasure shoots straight to my
pussy, causing a spasm of sensual delight.

“Oh, God!” I
jerk and cry out.

“You like that,”
he says—it’s a statement, not a question.

“Yes, yes,” I
moan, my whole body aching with the erotic sensation. “I love everything you’re
doing. I need more. Please!”

“Yes, all
right.” From the tone of his voice I can tell he’s pleased with himself. “I
want to play with your cunt, but I don’t want you to come yet. Can you restrain
yourself?”

“Grant!” I wail,
nearly weeping with frustration.

“If you can’t
wait, that’s OK, darlin’,” he reassures me, still erotically twisting and
tugging my nipples. “I’d enjoy seeing just how much you can take. I’d like you
to come when I tell you to, but if you can’t, no problem. I understand.”

Jeez Louise, now
I want to rein in my arousal and hold on. Otherwise, I’ll be letting him down.
I don’t know if I can, but I want to,
for him.

Hot damn, he’s a
natural Dominant.

André would be
impressed.

“I’ll try,” I
tell him and when he doesn’t reply, I add, “I’ll try
really
hard.”

“You’re so good
to me, Renata,” his deep voice rumbles in my ear. “You have no idea how much it
means to me, that you’ll allow me to play with you like this.”

“I love it!” I
cry out.

Grant chuckles.
“It’s fun and so damn sexy—taking control of your body. I promise that I’ll
make sure it’s worth it, gorgeous. I’ll never get tired of this. I want to feel
you come again and again, all night long. You make me so fucking hot.”

Holy shit!

I’m not sure
what to call the sound I make in response. It’s long and low… sort of a
strangled groan.

Grant is
supporting my weight; I can barely stand. I’m sweating, I’m panting and I’m
pretty sure I’m going to explode.

“I want to play
with your cunt now, Renata,” he says. “Would you like that?”

“Please!”

“Don’t come
yet.”

I clench my
hands into fists. “I won’t,” I promise, determined to restrain myself.

One strong arm
holds me by the waist as he runs his fingers over the mound of my sex, and
along my inner thighs. Feverish and trembling, I gasp when he trails them along
the dripping seam of my slit, gently caressing the swollen flesh at my
entrance.

“You’re so wet
and ready for me,” he murmurs.

“I
need
you,” I cry out, instinctively rocking my hips, writhing and bucking against
him. I want him inside of me—
now!

Grant stills,
then laughs. For a moment, his laughter shakes me out of my sexual fog.

“What’s so
funny?” I ask in a breathy but irritated voice, completely unable to see
anything amusing about this situation.

In response, he
presses the palm of his hand against my mound, pushing against me—pressing down
on my clit. His scorching touch is incendiary, waking every nerve ending I
have. I moan helplessly and grind myself against his palm.

Gently, he
continues to run his fingers up and down the length of my folds, probing and
teasing, but never pushing inside.

My entire body
grows taut in response. It’s an effective distraction.

I can’t remember
my own name, much less recall what I just asked him.

“I’m not
laughing at you,” he says. His husky voice rolls over me, sounding so intimate
and sensual in the dark. “I’m simply enjoying myself tremendously. I know
you
and I now realize I also understand your body—what it likes, what it wants.”

I’m unable to
form words. A long, low groan comes out of me, clawing its way out of my chest.
This erotic torment is both excruciating and divine.

“You need my
cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I
whimper. “Yes, please!”

He hesitates for
a moment, his breathing harsh and sporadic. “I’m gonna give you everything you
need, Renata.”

“God, Grant,
yes, yes,” I beg him, wanton with desire. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
I chant.

“Not yet.”

“Please!”

“No.”

“Will you let me
come?” I plead, shocked by the whiny, desperate urgency in my voice.

“Yes, of
course—when I say so. I’m going to play with your lovely swollen clit right
now. Tell me when you’re almost there. Will you do that for me?”

Trying to think
and talk proves challenging in my current state. After a moment, I answer, “I’m
almost there right now!”

He laughs again.
It’s a beautiful sound. “But you won’t come, right?”

I pause. “No.”

“Good girl,” he
says, and begins circling my pulsing nub with one slick thumb. “You’re too
good. So good and unbelievably sexy. I can’t believe how lucky I am. I love how
turned on you get when I touch you.”

“It’s you,
Grant,” I gasp, arching toward him. “Only you. You turn me on like nothing
else.”

His seeking
fingers continue to probe my inner and outer lips, still without actually
entering me—the bastard! Meanwhile, his thumb keeps circling my throbbing clit,
intermittently brushing against the swollen bundle of nerves with long, soft
strokes.

I cry out,
jackknifing with the pleasure of it each time.

Grant is clearly
in no hurry.

I feel as if I’m
trapped inside a dark, blissful dream, teetering right on the edge of orgasm.
It’s like a near-death experience of pure pleasure.

Grant is all
that holds me upright—my legs gave out ages ago. The same hand that embraces
me, occasionally fondles the supple roundness of my heavy breasts, or casually
reaches up to tug on a tender nipple.

Urgent and
needy, I
crave
him. I’m mindless with my need for completion.

How did he
figure out how to do this? Where did he get this talent?

As he continues
to torment me, Grant murmurs soft and super sexy words of encouragement into my
ear. He praises me, telling me how beautiful I am—how hot I make him and how
badly he wants to fuck me.

He really,
really
wants to fuck me, thank God!

His seductive
voice, his hot breath and his words of need excite me beyond anything I’ve ever
known. I may burst into flame if he doesn’t thrust his hard cock deep inside of
me soon.

I cry out when
his solid shaft begins to pump in the sensitive valley between my buttocks. My
pussy clenches
hard.
This sudden and unexpected anal stimulation on top
of everything else he’s been doing to me almost sends me over the top.

“You like
that?
”
he says, and there’s surprise in his voice. I don’t think he meant to rub
himself up against me. That humping movement must have been unintentional.