Scarlett POV:
I was supposed to be happy but I am kinda not. How the heck am I suppose to tame this beast if a man in front of me. Especially his sick, gosh it's too big.
I swallowed and looked at him, trying to make some of his present emotion but got none, just like always.
"I hate waiting" he spoke , his voice cold and thick as ice.
"Mr …Grey… am ..really… sorry… but… I …can't" I stammered , my heart beating heavily as those words left my mouth.
He rose his head up and stared at me. His eyes shot daggers at me, warning me for the last time.
"Please" I whispered.
Gosh, why did getting a job had to come to my head. I would have been saved if it hadn't.
"You dare refuse" he said , I could see the lurking danger in those eyes of his.
"I swear, I swear it's not like that…. It's" I stopped, suddenly short of words. He inched closer to me but I flinched, moving back a bit.
"What?" He asked in between clinched teeth.
"It's not just possible" I replied, hoping for him to let me go but instead he drew me closer. Locking my hands in a tight grip above my head and moved closer.
My heart stopped beating as his hot breath touched my skin.
I felt his lips on my neck, placing tender kisses and light sucks. It was slow, passionate and gentle but I couldn't stop my racing heart. My whole body was in panic.
He whispered "it's not impossible" he paused, moving downwards— using his tongue as a trail. I shivered. "Method one, the manual" he said, using his free hand, he gave my boobs some light squeeze—paying rapid attention more on my nipples.
I closed my mouth, stopping any sound from coming out.
He left my boobs and drew me to himself. Just when I taught he was done with his so called method one, I felt his hand down there— massaging my tender flower.
I shook, trying to free myself.
"You don't have to fight it, I know you like it" he whispered and my cheeks immediately flattered red. Well it's not my fault, he's the one always doing things to my body that I can't even explain.
He stopped and looked up at me. I tried looking down but he rose my jaw up, forcefully.
Then unexpectedly, he pinned me on the couch, my body in between his legs. I gasped.
"Method two, oral" he said in the most seductive way I have ever heard. My heart accelerated.
Slowly he moved down, still maintaining eye contact. His lips rested on my cleavage. He left my hand and pulled me boobs out of my bra. I shivered.
He went for my nipples, licking and sucking them, his hands pressing and massaging them. I moaned out loud, my body inching for more.
I wanted to stop myself but I couldn't , the pressure was simply too much .
He stopped and looked back at me. Lips red and wet— looking damn hot.
"Now start" he ordered, moving away from me and resting back on the couch.
I did not want to anger him but I was scared of annoying him by doing the wrong thing. His cold voice cut my thoughts "make me repeat myself again and you will regret it" he warned.
Moving closer I sat on his slightly opened laps.
He leaned over the couch, looking up but I could tell his eyes were closed. Gosh,I pray I don't mess this up. Slowly I began removing his shirt, when I was almost done I heard him murmur "damn you are so bad at this" he said but I didn't mind. He was the one who asked me or should I say ordered me to.
My lips rested on his throat, the sensitive part there. I kissed and sucked, my hands moving around his broad chest— giving his nipples some light squeeze.
Satisfied, I moved downwards , my lips resting on his tiny nipples, my hands surveying around his hardness.
"Just go down" he gritted, his teeth clenched. Was he in pain or something?
I obeyed and started unhooking his belt. Ones I was done, I tossed it aside then zipped his trousers down.
Holy shit! It just moved. I swallowed before coming down and dragging his trousers down. I stopped my eyes filled with fear, i was still inside his boxers but it looked huge. I shivered, my eyes looking upwards at the owner of the giant in front of me.
"Mr Grey…."
"Shut up" he cut me off before I even got the chance to talk.
I climbed back on him , then moved my shaking hand down there and slowly inside his boxers.
I slowly slide it down. His erected dick almost reaching his bellybutton. Gosh is this real or am I hallucinating.
Moving my hands around it, I climbed down and knelt before his, my hands moving up and down slowly, massaging his balls and especially the cap of his dick.
He moved a little, I couldn't tell if he liked it or not but I doubt he does.
I continued, slowly and steady, giving his balls a rapid attention.
"Fuck! Pony, put your lips down there" he cursed, his tone mixed with a slight moan.
But I couldn't, I was scared. Scared it might just grow longer and choke me to death. Jeez i have a silly imagination but either ways, the fear was still there.
I continued, moving abit faster. I pulled his hand and rested it on my boobs. Slowly he began, messing up my head with those extraordinary feelings again.
He groaned again "are you deaf or what"he groaned, shouting a little.
Slowly I bent over, my tongue brushing the cap. I liked it like a lollipop, savoring the taste. Before putting my entire mouth on it.
Before I could give it a little suck, he yanked me up , pinning me to the couch.
Grabbing the up of my top, he reaped it open, his lips slamming on mine, he kissed me wildly, like a wild beast. His hand under my ass and pressing it nonstop.
He took my hand and placed it back on his dick before he began moving.
Reflecting the movement of thrusting In and out and increasing his speak every second.
I moaned, wrapping my other hand around his neck.