A Little Bit Married

A Prisoner of Pleasure

I woke up to the bright rays of the sun against my face, immediately interrupting my sleep. I moved, my brows furrowed as I tried to escape the treacherous rays, my hands reaching for a pillow or something.

Suddenly, it turned dark, and a sense or calm washed over me again. I rested back, letting myself fall asleep again, a small smile resting on my lips.

I woke up around an hour or so later, and the room was still somewhat dark. My brows furrowed as I slowly opened my eyes, my chest heaving.

The first thing I saw was skin. Tanned, beautiful skin. I held my breath as I looked slowly upwards. Gray was propped up on his elbow, his eyes closed, his head resting on his hand.

He was shielding me from the sun behind him and had probably fallen asleep in the process. I smiled, my eyes taking him in, my chest filling up rapidly.

I leaned slowly to touch his neck but then stopped myself. What if he woke up and saw me? I mean..

I shook my head, then started to turn away.

"Since when did you second guess touching me?"

My breath hitched, and I looked up to him. He was watching me through the dark hood of his lashes, his lips set in a small straight line, his eyes slowly darting between mine.

I bit down on my lips. "You were asleep."

"I know."

I bit down on my lips again. "I didn’t want to startle you."

His brows furrowed as he seemed to think about what I had just said. My reference finally sank in, and I let out a breath as I moved closer, then let my hand rest on the curve of his waist.

My eyes flicked up to him again, and I met his eyes again. Slowly, I looked away to follow my hand as I traced his side, my fingers spreading against his hip, and then upper towards his waist, then down his stomach, and then finally his neck.

I met his eyes again, and they had turned even darker, his eyes holding a thick layer of desire.

"I can do this when you are awake."

He slowly moved, his body still shielding me from the sun as he slowly grabbed my hand. He didn't lift it away from his body and simply let his hand guide my hand around his body. The ripped ridges of his stomach, his broad chest, and finally, his neck.

Without a word, he pushed my fingers to wrap around his neck, letting me take control of him. He then finally let me go, his eyes still holding mine.

"You can do this even when I am asleep."

I bit down on my lips, then pulled him to me, my face closer now, my breaths all over the place. He didn't laugh at me or make me even more embarrassed than I felt. He simply pushed the loose strands of my hair that had eacaped from the hair band I had put them in last night back, tucking them behind my ear, his eyes still holding mine.

"What do you want to do to me?" He asked, his voice a low whisper.

I swallowed. I wasn't sure. But I loved the way this felt. I wanted to see how I would feel being the one dominated. Being the submissive one.

"Show me domination," I said, my voice low. My cheeks tinted a bright red as I struggled to keep the slight shame I felt.

I have never done things time this with Kevin, and he was my first everything. With Kevin, it was simple, routine, and expected. With Gray...

His eyes promised thrill, adventure, and feelings I never thought was possible to feel.

Before I could do anything else, Gray suddenly moved, my nail digging into his neck with the sudden movement. My eyes widened as he swiftly let my hair loose, removing the hair band I was wearing. Before I could think of what he could possibly be doing, he had my hands above my head and tied in place with my own hair band, while his hand held my waist, his eyes piercing mine.

My body immediately turned liquid, the desires raging within me, submission at the very fore front of my designation.

He looked down at me, then let his hands move to my inner thighs, moving them away from each other slowly. I held my breath as he lifted my lips to him, then wrapped my legs around his waist, and then cupped my face again.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest, my body lightly trembling. I know this is what I had asked for, but hell, he was even better than I could bave ever fantasized about, and here I was, with nothing on me but the silk knee length pyjama that had run up past my thigh, my eyes wide, my hands tied above me.

He ran a hand from my shoulder down to my fingers, holding my hands in place as he lowered closer to me, his eyes dark with feral instincts and a need to satisfy and be satisfied.

His other hand traced up my naked thigh, gently setting me alight with each slow stroke. I bit down on my lips, my eyes closing for a brief moment as he hovered a mere half inch against mine, the sun against his skin and turning it into gold.

"Can your body handle it, princess?"

It was by far the hottest thing I have ever been asked, and I knew the answer was no. My body was already breaking with the way he was holding me a prisoner of his pleasure, I couldn't imagine him going all the way.

I started to lower my hip, but he shook his head, his fingers tightening against my thigh as he pulled me up again.

"Lift your hips for me, sweetheart."

Fuck.

I met his eyes as he brought a thumb to my lips, his eyes fixed on them. I slowly let them part, then let my tongue run up to his thumb, till it was sucked in between my lips.

"You are such a good girl," he whispered in my ear, pinning me down still. "Tell me if you will be able to handle it. Tell me how hard you need me to go."

I swallowed, my chest heaving. I hadn't answered before his phone started to ring, breaking the allure of the moment.

"Gray, I... your phone..."

"Ignore it."

I swallowed hard as the phone went off, then immediately started to ring again. He gave a small grunt and moved, letting me.gp as he picked the gone up. It was on speaker, and I could hear what the other person was saying.

"Sir, we have a problem."