Jordy
I PUSH up to see where Grizz is taking me. He goes to his drawers and rummages around. His big hand claps down on my ass when I struggle.
"Be still."
"Grizz, c'mon. Be reasonable." I'd submit if I wasn't so terrified for him. At any moment Augustine could drive up and attack.
"He can't get in, Kit. I have a threshold. This place is my home."
"He can send people in."
"Humans," he snorts as if that says it all.
"They might have guns."
"I can heal before a bullet kills me."
"Not a bullet to the head." I argue. Stubborn bear. He tromps back to the bed and tosses me down. What can I say to make him care about his safety? "And what about me? I might get caught in the crossfire."
"Yep. Already thought of that." He's got a rope in his hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Tying you to the bed." He grabs my wrist and starts to secure one arm to the headboard.
Normally, the thought of big, beautiful Grizz tying me up would make me ecstatic. Tonight, I just want to howl. "That won't work," I snap. I've never been this feisty in my life. Grizz is rubbing off on me. He gets close to my face and I bare my teeth. I'll gnaw out of anything he puts me in.
"Fine." He grits out. Face like stone, he straightens and winds the rope around his wrist.
"What are you doing?" He's not holding me down, but I'm too curious to run.
"Tying you to me." He reaches for me and I scramble away. I get as far as the door before he snatches me. He's fast as a vampire. Of course he can catch me. With one arm around my middle, he carries me back and drapes me face down over his lap.
"What are you doing?" I squawk.
"Punishment, Kit."
"No," I cry, but he's already spanking me. Not too hard-not even close. If we were playing, I'd tell him I can take it a lot harder. All his palm is doing is turning me on.
Bad bear!
He slaps my butt and I kick my legs, howling.
"I thought you were submissive," he chuckles. His fingers graze my pussy and I shriek louder. "Nevermind. You're dripping wet."
He tips me back up. Before I can protest, he's looped our wrists together. I don't know how he ties a knot one handed, but when it's done, I tug and tug and nothing. He pulls his arm back, grinning right in my face.
"You're stuck now."
"How are you gonna fight a vampire tied to me?"
"Don't need to fight a vampire. Augustine isn't gonna find us tonight. Way I see it, I just gotta keep you tied to me so I can get a little rest. If you keep struggling, Kit, I can fuck you into compliance."
I suck in a breath. Like that will deter me. I want to say. But I have to be strong. "You think that will work?"
"Yeah." He cups my pussy with his other hand. "I do."
It's so annoying, but he's not wrong. His fingers stroke me and I still, not wanting him to stop.
He does and I sigh, trying to remember what we were arguing about.
He holds up our bound wrists.
"You can gnaw through this. But you might hurt me. And if you leave tonight, Jordy, and run from me, you will hurt me."
My breath catches as pain stabs my heart. There's no way I can run from him now.
I stay awake a long time after he turns the light off, my mind spinning even as he holds me tight, safe, and warm. Wondering if he knows the truth I've realized: the rope around my wrist is the least of the ties that bind me to him.
Grizz
THE SCENT of sizzling bacon hits my nose, and I jerk awake. Instantly I'm reaching for something, groping the bed beside me. Jordy. The place next to me is still warm, but my hand comes up empty. Something hits my face and I flail until I realize what it is. Rope. The one I wound around our wrists. Fuck.
I'm on my feet and halfway down the hall before I link the smell of bacon to Jordy's absence. I hit the kitchen and brake. She's standing in front of the stove, dressed in nothing but one of my t-shirts, frying bacon. She got free, but she stayed with me.
"Hey." Her cheek curves in my direction and every bit of blood in me rushes to my dick. I lean against a cupboard, gritting my teeth against the demands of my morning wood.
"Did you sleep all right?" She covers the pan and turns fully to me. Her eyes snag on my erection. "Is that for me?" She colors sweetly, and padding over, drops to her knees in front of me. Her head tips back and her smile almost brings me to my knees. "Let me take care of you."
Oh hell, yes.
She grips the base of my cock to make it jut out even further and swirls her tongue around the head.
A shudder of pleasure runs through me, striking at the base of my spine. "Fuck, Kit." I tangle my fingers into her hair, tighten them into a fist. She lifts her eyes to mine as she takes me deep into her mouth, then down the back of her throat. I have to force myself not to think about the fucker who trained her to do this. I should be grateful because it's the best damn blowjob of my life. Nothing compares to the feel of her swallowing me back.
I use my fist in her hair to direct her movements, pulling her on and off my cock. My thighs start to shake, balls tighten. Between her hands, lips, and clever darting tongue, I spurt into her mouth before the bacon burns.
Breakfast is good too.
"Damn, Kit, you can cook."
She smiles down at her plate. "I'm glad you like it."
"Fuck, yes," I swear vehemently and she laughs. "No one's cooked for me since…" I hesitate and her eyes fly to mine. "Since my mom," I tell her honestly. "I haven't even shared a meal with anyone."