Scarlett POV:
He didn't seem pleased by my response, but I kept my eyes on him, hope flickering in them.
Finally, he spoke, breaking the heavy silence. "Well, no problem," he said, his tone cold. "You're just going to spend the night like this."
His words hit me like a stab to the heart.
He stood up, moving toward the door.
"No, no, please, sir, I beg you—don't go!" I pleaded, but he didn't even glance back. He just kept walking, his steps slow and deliberate, his presence commanding.
He was enjoying this.
Without thinking, I blurted, "Alright, I'll do it."
He stopped just before the door, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
Turning back slowly, he walked toward me, standing at the side of the bed, his gaze never leaving mine. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, too embarrassed, too afraid.
"I don't like waiting, pony," he said, his voice low and stern.
I stared at him, unsure of what to do, where to even begin.
"Mr. Grey, please, can you sit down?" I asked.
"Why?" he replied, his tone clearly irritated.
"I just have a few things to say before we... I... we start," I stammered, surprised when he actually sat down, muttering something under his breath.
"Mr. Grey, can we please renegotiate?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. But he just stared at me blankly, his expression unreadable.
Not expecting a response, I pressed on. "I don't have much experience in... how to please a man. Can you give me a little time to gather some?" I said, hoping to change his mind.
"Where and how?" he asked, his voice laced with intrigue.
I froze, momentarily dumbfounded. How was I supposed to gather experience? I hadn't thought that far ahead.
But then, an idea popped into my head.
"From you," I whispered, hoping for a positive response.
"I can clearly see you're not ready to leave this bed or get what you want," he replied, his words cutting deep.
My heart sank.
"I am, I really am. It's just... I want to give you the satisfaction you desire in order to get what I want, but I can't. I don't have enough experience," I lied, the words spilling from my mouth without thinking, my own voice sounding foreign to me.
"Really?" he said, his tone laced with a hint of curiosity.
I nodded, trying to gauge his reaction, but his face remained impassive. There were no signs of emotion.
"So what do you want from me now?" he asked, his voice calm, yet commanding.
I smiled, my confidence wavering but still present. "Teach me, step by step. Watch me perfect every move," I replied.
He chuckled, the sound low and sultry. "I like the sound of that," he murmured, his voice rich with desire.
My cheeks flushed a deep red, my body betraying my nerves as I tried to keep my composure.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. My heart leapt with anticipation. I smiled at him, lifting my chained hands toward his face, eager like a child on Halloween expecting candy.
But instead of reaching for my hands, he moved his hand to my waist, slowly unlocking the chains. My body tensed as his fingers brushed against me, sending a shiver up my spine.
He worked his way down my thigh, and I couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through me.
Finally, he reached my feet, unlocking them with the same deliberate slowness.
I glanced at my now-free legs, then at the keys resting on the bedside table, then back at him, my hands still bound, pleading silently.
"Mr. Grey, you forgot my hands," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I know," he replied, his tone casual, as though it were nothing.
My jaw dropped. What was he planning? Had I been wrong to think he'd relent?
Suddenly, before I could react, he pinned me to the bed, his body towering over mine. His lips brushed against my earlobe, hot and intoxicating, sending a wave of shivers through me.
"If you're really willing to learn," he whispered, his breath sending tingles across my skin, "then prove it." His voice was low, seductive—every word made my body ache with anticipation.
His hand slid beneath the fabric of my nightgown, his touch sending an electric shock through me.
I shuddered, my breath catching as my heart raced.
"But my hands are tied," I protested weakly, trying to break free from his touch.
"Do it without your hands," he whispered, his voice dark and commanding.
"Please, Mr. Grey," I pleaded softly, the desperation clear in my voice.
His grip on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as he glared at me, angry now.
"Do you know what happens to those who argue with me?" he growled, the words chilling, his fingers digging deeper.
I gasped, unable to answer. He went further, making me writhe in pain.
"Do you..." he asked again, pushing me further.
I screamed, a tear escaping as I felt the sharp sting.
"Do you want to know?" he taunted, his tone hard.
"No! I'm sorry! I won't argue again!" I cried, my voice breaking.
"Now be a good little pony and do something nice," he said, pushing away from me with cold authority.
My head was spinning, the pain and heat blending together as I writhed.
Slowly, I moved to my knees, uncertain of what was coming but knowing I had no choice.
I moved closer, pressing my lips on his bulging Adam's apple , kissing and sucking the sensitive skin there, my body pressed against his firm chest. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness against my own.
I kissed his neck with desperation, then moved up, capturing his lips in a wild and passionate way , hungry kiss.
Our tongues tangled, and I moaned softly as I felt his passion mirrored in his kiss.
Those pinks and sexy lips, were like intoxicating liquor— drawing me more and more.
He grabbed my waist, pulling me close without breaking from the kiss. I could feel his hardness thrusting against me, gosh! Did I really do that.
I wanted to touch him too, I wanted to feel him but I couldn't, my hands were tightly tied
I moaned in between our lips as our tongues continued playing hide and seek.
He dragged the rope at my back, releasing my nighty before hastily dragging in down to my waist.
Releasing from the intense kiss, he moved to my firm pointed breast, licking and sucking it , one by one, giving both rapid attention.
I moaned out more loudly as he squeezed my breasts, his lips performing wonders on them.
Gosh I might run mad if he continues, it's hard wanting to touch but unable to.
"Mr….Please" I moaned out, I couldn't even talk properly, my whole body is on fire and I fear it might explode.
"I…have… made you fe..el good, please sto..ppp it's ki..lling me" I pleaded breathing heavily as he continued his torture.
He moved to my ear and whispered, planting little kisses as he spoke "But you overdid, I am fucking hard now and you have to take responsibility" he said in tone very intoxicating
I did not even realize he had already slipped my nighty from my waist.
Raising my hands up and pinning it above my head, he touched my entrance, sending shivers through my system.
He held the tip of my pant and slowly pulled it down, now sucking my earlobe.
I gasped as I felt him slipping a finger inside me, a light scream excaped from my lips
"Please…don't" I said in a pleading tone, this is pure torture I am gonna explode.
My body ache as I moved uneasily, trying to move my hands.
I wanted to hide the fact that his every touch, kisses, tongue had so much effect on me but I couldn't not anymore, I moaned out his name begging him to stop.
"Why resist pony,when you are already damn wet for me" he whispered in that seductive voice that weakens my whole body.
"Not like this… please… stop you are hurting me" I cried out.
But he didn't stop , instead he increased his pace and went as far as slipping two fingers inside of me.
I screamed out loud as tears rolled down from my eyes.
Can I ever get use to this kind of painful pleasure…..
Suddenly his phone rang, he didn't pick and just continued.
It kept on ringing.
With a curse from his lips he angrily picked it.
"What the freaking hell Damien" he roared.
I flinched.
I used the opportunity to peel myself off him but just when I thought I had finally gotten away from him, he roughly grabbed my neck and pinned me to the bed.