The master bedroom was sparsely furnished. A massive king-size bed with Federal style head and footboard made a significant statement about what kind of man he was. The bold vertical slats reminded her of his structured and disciplined nature. It was the latter that appealed to her most of all. Marie looked around and noticed a single, high-backed wooden chair with a black upholstered seat that sat adjacent to a floor-to-ceiling window. Artwork hung on the wall opposite the window, a high-contrast piece with an angular gray and black geometric figure that complimented the vertical theme so prominently repeated by the dark wooden slats on both bed and chair. The room spoke of high function and no-nonsense order. She craved those things from him.
Marie stood just inside the doorway, her gaze returned to the huge bed. She clinched inside, knowing he would soon fuck her properly from corner to corner. Grayson stepped up behind her and rested big hands on the curve of her hips. She leaned back into his chest, as if a magnet drew her in. He pulled her hips toward a growing erection held captive in his trousers. Her breath caught when she felt the evidence that her afternoon to ecstasy was well underway.
His no nonsense demeanor was punctuated with hot breath that sizzled beneath her ear when he leaned down to make his intentions known. "I want to fuck you."
Nothing else had been said. There was a singular purpose for her being in his bedroom. She wanted him. She wanted his power, the power that dominated his purpose. A double beat of her heart was sparked by the anticipation of spreading her legs for him, submitting to his desire to pin her to the bed and fuck her into a different place. He would play her body like a finely tuned musical instrument. There would be no lyrics, only sublime orchestration. Vibrations would run through her as she became strings, woodwinds, brass, and percussion for him.
"Hmm, lover I..." she started to reply.
"Shhh," he whispered in her ear, "Don't speak. Listen to my fingers. Hear what they say to you."
With that he flexed powerful hands, squeezing her waist momentarily before drawing away so only fingertips rested lightly around the perimeter of her waist.
A shiver ran through her as he leaned close and continued to whisper his instructions. "Close your eyes. Listen to my touch."
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