He settled himself at the edge of the bed before turning his attention back to me, and my blood instantly ran cold.
When he reached toward me, I inched back in fear, leaving his hand hanging in the air.
He let out a low chuckle, an unsettling smirk curling across his lips.
Then—swift as lightning—he moved. His hands slammed against the headboard, caging me between his arms. He leaned in, my heart hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.
His breath, hot against my neck, sent shivers down my spine.
His hand slowly moved inside the cover—caressing my body, his touch tender and gentle, yet terror still clawed at my chest. Panicking , I pushed at him, desperate to escape.
My strength barely shifted him—only enough to create a little space, never enough to free myself.
His dark, piercing gaze locked onto mine, and I trembled.
"Please… don't hurt me," I whispered, my voice breaking along with the rest of me.
He said nothing. For a moment, he simply pushed himself away and climbed off me. Relief washed over me—too fast, too hopeful.
In the next heartbeat, he grabbed me and yanked me back toward him. A startled cry escaped my throat as panic surged through me once more.
Moving his hand around my waist and the other on my lap, he drew me to hisself , making me sit on his laps. Adjusting my position, he separated my legs— putting them around his waist . His hands firmly on my ass.
I just kept watching him , without making a single move, afraid any action might anger him any further.
He drew me closer and I wrapped my hands around his neck— for support.
"Where are you hurt" he suddenly asked. I just kept staring at him— I wasn't expecting that at all.
"Am…fine" I stammered, trying to end the discussion— his gaze were killing me.
He didn't say anything afterwards , instead he removed his hands from my ass and held the duvet cover around me— dragging it down.
I shivered and quickly drew it back up. My eyes filled with horror as he looked up at me.
"Let go" he ordered.
I shook my head vigorously. Images of the morning encounter flashing in my head. I whispered "ple..ase" . But he didn't care, he removed my hands from the cover, with an unbreakable grip. After which he dragged the duvet off my body. Leaving me with only my bra and panties facing him.
He let go of my hands and I made to cross them around me when his cold voice hit me, "don't" he said, flashing a warning gaze at me.
I retreated my hands and stared down at him. His eyes scanned my body— endlessly. I had some bruises. He moved his hands around them — panic rushing through me.
His hands rested on my boobs and he gave them light squeezes, like he was massaging them. I looked at him, completely stunned. His full attention was on them as he moved his hands like a professional.
It actually felt good.
He pressed my nipples through the bra and I released a light groan. He looked up at me and said "I was a little too harsh, here right" he said, adding a little pressure on nipples.I gasped.
I groaned as he began using a finger, slowly moving them in a circular motion. He continued and I released light moans, inching my body closer to his.
"You like it" he asked, his voice seductive and pulling me closer to him . I nodded, feeling too embarrassed to reply.
"Let me spice it up" he whispered, taking his hand to my back— unhooked my bra.
My bra fell on his laps and I swallowed. Drawing me closer, his lips rested on my boobs— sucking and caressing them with his lips and tongue. I moaned as he increased his pace. My fingers crawling their selves around his neck, as I drew him closer.
He moved his hands to my ass, roughly pressing them. I dugged my fingers into his back, my moans filling the whole room.
He released from my boobs, his lips red.
"Mr.." I tried to say, but he shut me with a kiss. Slow at first, but faster with time. He kissed me with so much passion and warmth, his hot lips sucking mine as he continued.
I moaned in between our lips, pushing my body closer to his and kissing him back.
Gosh! Why does his every touch have so much effect on me?. Does he cast a spell or what?
"Oh no! I am so sorry"I suddenly heard from behind. I shivered.It was Eva, I am very much sure. But Mr Grey did not even move, he kept kissing me, his hands pressing my ass.
Jeez he's shameless.
I broke the kiss and buried my face on his chest— shame washing through me. I heard him release a light groan, wrapping his hands around my waist.
"What's wrong" he asked his voice tender. Gosh! Am I dreaming or what , he's actually being nice to me.
His voice soft for once.
Wow! This is not the Mr Grey I know.
I didn't reply, instead I snuggled in his warm embrace.
He turned back to Eva, "what!" He asked, tone filled with so much authority.
"I.. just.. wanted.. to .. give.. her.. the… orange..juice" she stammered. I could tell she was scared.
He made to drop me but I panicked and held him closer— I hope he realizes that he made me bra less.
I felt his hot breath on the skin just below my ear. Goosebumps spread through me as I shivered, "you want me to continue" he whispered, his voice so damn smooth.
Actually, I would like it if he chooses to continue but I can't. Considering how shameless he is, he won't mind continuing in front of Eva.
"Eva.. could you..excuse…us" i said, barely audible. Shame at the verge of choking me.
Luckily she heard, "yes ma'am" she said and I heard the door close behind us.
I turned back to him, my eyes burning for him. I inched to kiss him— continuing what he started but he stopped me, removing my legs around his waist and keeping me on the bed.
I pulled the sheets and covered my self up. Why did he suddenly stop?.
He stood up and shoved his hands inside his pocket, then turned back to me.
His face turning serious, "Do you derive pleasure in seeing what I will do to you, after going against me" he said and I just stared at him with a puzzled look.
What the hell is he talking about?
Noticing my confusion, he continued "how did you free your hands" he asked. I sighed in relief. But why the sudden change of topic?
" I did it myself" I said with a proud look on my face.
"Don't dare lie to me, pony" he said, with a skeptical look on his face. Eva was right, he wasn't gonna believe me so easily.
"That maid helped you right?" he said, already confirming the answer.
"No I swear I did it myself" i said handing him my phone. He scrolled through it then handed it back to me.
He walked to the door and relief washed through me. On reaching the door, he said "it's nice you have learnt something—it's gonna help you. But don't cover it up by showing me that, I know Eva taught you" he said and I gasped. This guy can't be fooled in anyway.
He continued "but I will let this one slide" he paused "a quick advice, avoid daring me too far or you will regret it" he warned and stepped out. Shutting the door behind him.
I breath in relief.
Thank goodness that ended well. I will take his advice and not dare him—at all . This morning experience is a forever lesson.