easy for you, Sasha. We’ll barter with pleasure. Each time you want a situation explained you must allow me to give you an orgasm in any way I choose. No questions, no details. You’re mine.”
Chapter Four
Sasha stared at Grayson in confusion. “I thought that’s what I did.” She kept her voice soft and non-confrontational. His fingers lightly stroked her folds though they were no longer inside her.
“No. You offered a specific act for a specific answer. I want to keep things fluid, changeable. I want you to wonder where I’ll touch you next, and what I’ll use to send you over the edge. Part of submission is trusting your Dom enough to choose these things for you. There is freedom in submission, but only if you learn to let go. Are you ready to leave Major Young behind for a few hours and release Sasha into my keeping?”
She swallowed hard, amazed by the potency of the temptation. She spent so much of her life suppressing her emotions, being hard and cold, untouchable. Just the thought of surrendering completely to Grayson, letting him take over for a while, was undeniably appealing.
“Until dawn. Then I put on my gear and things go back to normal.”
“We’ll renegotiate at sunrise,” he said with a sexy smile. “So you want to understand about the rebels?”
With smooth agility he unfastened her legs from the chains, leaving the cuffs around her ankles. She expected him to do the same with her arms, but he had something else in mind.
He caught the back of her knee with one hand and pushed the other between her thighs. She rocked back, feeling the pressure of the cuffs against her wrists and the helplessness of her position.
She clasped the chains above her hands to steady herself, but she was off balanced and unsteady. His fingers pushed into her pussy again, but this time they began the steady sliding she’d been craving all night. His thumb brushed over her clit, launching sensations deep into her abdomen.
“Barbary pride wants unity.” Grayson’s voice demanded her attention while his fingers scattered her thoughts. It was so unfair. Couldn’t he wait until she came to give her the information? As if sensing her dilemma, his fingers slowed and his thumb hovered over her clit. “If you come, I’m done talking. Fight it off. Control your desire. Your orgasms belong to me now. I will tell you when to come.”
She bit her lower lip and defused the gathering spasm. His thumb abandoned her clit, leaving only the steady slide of his fingers. She closed her eyes and imagined that her legs were wrapped around his waist, and she was impaled on his cock. His strong hands would support her hips as he shuttled in and out of her slick pussy.
“The other leaders are falling in line behind Madox. He’s compelling and strong.” Grayson left his fingers deep and circled her clit. Oh, that made it much harder to resist. Her inner muscles tensed and fluttered. Electric pulses shot down her legs and up her spine.
“I need to come,” she cried. “Please, may I come?”
“Go ahead, but you’ll owe me another orgasm if you want to know about Dyauna.”
His fingers moved fast and deep, his thumb firmly rubbing her clit. Sasha came in hard, rhythmic spasms, helplessly jerking against his hand. The pleasure cascaded through her, awakening senses she didn’t know she possessed. She hung suspended beyond reality for an endless moment, then floated back to earth.
Her leg wobbled as he returned her foot to the floor. What had just happened? That was unlike any orgasm she’d ever experienced before. Did it just feel better with a morph or had the restraints somehow freed her to… He’d said there was freedom in submission. She was starting to understand what he meant.
“Are you all right?” He brushed her hair back from her face, his gaze searching hers.
“My hands are starting to go numb.” It was true, but it was an evasion. She found the discomfort oddly arousing.
“I’ll