Merry Misunderstandings

Burning Boundaries

“Come on then—show me how little I mean to you.”

The words were a dare and a challenge—a line she wasn’t willing to back down from. She closed the distance with deliberate intent, her fingers curling into the crisp fabric of his shirt. One fierce yank, and buttons scattered across the floor like forgotten promises.

“That shirt cost two hundred dollars,” Grayson growled, his breath hot against her skin. His gaze burned into hers, daring her to stop—daring her to go further.

“Send me the bill,” she shot back, her lips curving into a wicked smile.

Before he could respond, she let her fingers trace the sharp ridges of his abs, savoring the heat radiating from his skin. Her mouth followed, planting open-mouthed kisses along the path she carved with her hands.

“f**k, Vivienne,” he hissed, his voice ragged, his fists clenched at his sides like he was barely holding back.

She met his gaze again, her breath uneven but her resolve unshaken. Slowly, purposefully, she unfastened his belt and tugged it free. His sharp intake of breath fueled her recklessness.

With one fluid motion, her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, her fingers wrapping firmly around his hard length. His head tipped back, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His pupils were blown wide, darkened by pure, unrestrained lust.

“Still think I can’t handle you?” she taunted, her voice low and dangerous.

Before he could answer, she dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth with unapologetic boldness.

Grayson groaned, wrapping his hand into her hair. He pushed himself deeper into her throat, guiding her, but Vivienne was in control. She softly bit down onto him, warning him that this was her moment of domination.

She let him slide from her mouth with a pop before clacking her tongue.

“Don’t be a bad boy, Grayson, I’m in charge now,” An amused smirk pulled at his lips, but Grayson’s grip on her hair loosened, and he leaned back slightly, watching her while she eagerly swallowed his thick member. She boldly stared up into his eyes.

Grayson’s grunts and groans only added to her own arousal. One hand cupped his balls, causing him to let out a sharp breath.

“Foxy, I’m not going to last long. Unless you want me blowing my load in your mouth, you better pull back.” But her grip on him tightened as her other hand curled around his erection.

A knowing smirk pulled at Grayson’s lips. And Vivienne loved it. She loved being in control, seeing him lose control with every touch she gave him.

“As you wish, Princess,” Grayson smirked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. Vivienne built up her rhythm, pushing him closer to the edge, enjoying how his c**k twitched under her control. His body betrayed him, and she relished the power in that moment. A victorious thrill coursed through her veins as his release hit, primal and raw. She had reduced him to this—and she loved it.

But before she could savor her victory, Grayson seized back control with one swift motion, hauling her up and tossing her onto the bed like she weighed nothing.

“Take your clothes off and get on your hands and knees.” His voice was dark, commanding—a stark contrast to the unraveling mess he’d been just moments ago. He was back in control, and damn it, that shouldn’t turn her on.

Vivienne hesitated for a beat. This was a dangerous game. The smart move would be to grab her clothes and run. But she wasn’t the type to back down—especially not from Grayson Blackwood.

"Unless you’re scared of what comes next," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with wicked anticipation.

Scared? The challenge electrified her. She was done pretending she didn’t want this as much as he did. Let him think he was calling the shots—for now.

Slowly, deliberately, she unbuttoned her blouse, holding his gaze as she shrugged it from her shoulders. The hunger in his eyes sent a spark of satisfaction through her.

Before she could fully straighten, his hands were on her, cupping her breasts through her lacy bra. The heat of his touch burned through the delicate fabric, making her breath hitch.

“They’ve gotten bigger,” he groaned, his fingers slipping beneath the lace to tease her n*****s.

“Please, you felt them one time,” she shot back, but her voice betrayed her—breathy, trembling.

“And yet I remember.” His fingers traced lower, possessive, unapologetic.

No. He doesn’t get to be the one in control.

“You talk too much,” she snapped, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. His mouth descended on her n****e, hot and demanding, and she cursed herself for how easily she melted under him.

Her hands gripped his hair, pulling just hard enough to remind him she wasn’t his to claim. His responding growl made her shiver.

Vivienne stripped off her panties in one fluid motion. When she reached for her stilettos, his grip tightened on her wrist.

“Leave them on.” His voice was rough, full of need. His eyes roved over her, dark and possessive. He might think he had won—but this wasn’t over.

Two can play this game.

She strutted to the edge of the bed with calculated grace, pausing just long enough for him to see every curve, every inviting line of her body. Then, with a daring glint in her eyes, she dropped to her knees, arching her back and thrusting her ass high in the air.

Your move, Blackwood.

Grayson’s voice was low, dark, and dripping with wicked intent.

“Did you really think I’d let you win that easily?” he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive skin as his tongue traced slow, deliberate circles. “You don’t get to walk in here, tear my clothes off, and think you’re in charge.”

He nipped at the curve of her ass, soothing the sting with his tongue before delivering another sharp slap, making her arch deeper into him.

“You think you can handle me, Princess?” His fingers pressed harder against her clit, coaxing another helpless moan from her lips. “You’ve been running that smart mouth all night… Let’s see how long you can keep talking when you’re begging me to let you come.”

Vivienne’s breath hitched, her nails digging into the sheets. Every nerve ending burned with anticipation, but she wasn’t going to let him win—not yet.

“I’m not—ah!—begging for anything,” she hissed, trying to sound defiant even as her body betrayed her, rocking back against his skilled tongue.

Grayson chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on her hips. “Keep lying to yourself, Foxy,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “But by the time I’m done, you’ll be screaming my name like it’s the only thing you know.”

Before she could respond, he thrust two fingers inside her, curling them just right, dragging a strangled cry from her throat.

“Still think you’re in control?” he taunted, his mouth returning to her throbbing clit, his teeth grazing just enough to make her shatter. “Let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”

“f**k you, Grayson,” She bit back. Vivienne bit her lower lip, trying to hold in her o****m, but when her legs started shaking ,she knew she’d lost this round.

Vivienne cried out as her o****m hit—at the exact same time, Grayson slid into her, intensifying her o****m tenfold.

“f**k Foxy, so f*****g tight,” He groaned, straining to move. “This is for the roaches,” He whispered, his hot breath on her back as he grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed into her with a force that wracked her body.

Vivienne’s fingers digging into the sheets as she pushed back with equal force.

“You deserved it, you ass—” Another slap on her ass caught her breath.

“You’re so hot when you’re angry, Foxy, maybe I should anger you on purpose,” he panted. He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he slammed into her harder.

“Say my name, Foxy,” he commanded as he cupped her breast. When she didn’t answer, he pinched her n****e. Vivienne hissed.

Grayson’s pace quickened, his thrusts relentless and punishing, each one driving Vivienne closer to the edge she’d just tumbled over. His hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place as he claimed her with an intensity that left her breathless.

“Say it,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Say my name.”

Vivienne clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction—even as her body burned with pleasure so intense she could barely see straight.

“Stubborn as ever,” he rasped, sliding his hand between her legs to circle her swollen clit with maddening precision. “You want to come again, don’t you? Say. My. Name.”

Vivienne gasped, her knees buckling as a fresh wave of arousal washed over her. Still, she held on, refusing to yield.

“Make me,” she challenged breathlessly, pushing back against him, daring him to break her.

Grayson’s low chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Foxy.”

He pulled out almost completely before slamming back into her, hitting that devastating spot that made her cry out despite herself. His hand snaked around her throat, tilting her head back just enough for his lips to brush her ear.

“Say. It.” His voice was dark, commanding, dripping with dominance and raw lust.

Vivienne’s resolve shattered. “Grayson,” she gasped, barely recognizing her own voice, strangled with pleasure.

“Louder,” he demanded, his thrusts becoming impossibly deeper, more relentless.

“Grayson!” she screamed, surrendering to the storm he’d unleashed in her, her c****x tearing through her with feral intensity.

With a guttural groan, Grayson followed, his body shuddering against hers as he spilled into the condom, their names tangled in the charged air like a forbidden confession.

For a moment, neither moved, their breathing ragged, hearts pounding in unison. But as the reality of what just happened settled over them, the intensity between them still burned—wild, untamed, and far from over.