Sitting back up, I tugged my pants down my legs, lifting one knee at a time to get them off. I was left in my panties, which were plain black and big—pretty much reaching my bellybutton. Not exactly designed to be sexy or seductive, especially with the white wings of my pad stark against the gusset, but Greid’s hips shifted at the sight of me, his cock flexing again.
“Beryl.” He swallowed, fingers twitching around the sheets. “Please can I—”
“Who’s in charge here, Greid?” I gently reminded him, lifting a brow to give him a stern look.
His reaction was immediate and kind of amazing. He shuddered, sinking back against the headboard, his whole body growing loose and pliant.
“You are,” he whispered, cock flexing up off his belly again, a little trail of pre-cum shiny against his dark skin.
I smiled, deep satisfaction welling inside me from how sweetly he submitted. “Good boy.”
Trying to be as graceful as possible, I shifted up to straddle his waist. Greid tensed, holding perfectly still and parting his lips to protest as I carefully lowered myself onto his cock. The barbs were blunted, not sharp, and felt only like vague bumps through my underwear and the thick pad.
Still, the risk was there. The barbs were dangerously close to the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. When I shifted my hips, I felt them catch on the fabric of my panties. But arousal wound through me, slow and lazy, the urge to give Greid pleasure heating my blood. He was practically vibrating beneath me from a combination of tension and lust, his cock throbbing, the heat of it managing to permeate the thick pad.
His long fingers slowly crept onto my thighs, throat dipping as he gazed at me, brows pinched with anguish. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I smoothed a hand over his flat chest, belly jumping with lust when my fingertip found the stiff peak of a tiny nipple and his breath hitched in response to the touch.
I grinned at him, stroking it again, noting the way his pupils expanded and his face spikes flexed in a lazy wave.
“You don’t have to worry about anything, Greid,” I told him. “I’ll be careful. I’ll look after you.”
He let out a sigh, relaxing beneath me as his hands slid higher up my thighs. I shivered from the touch, finally appreciating the fact that Greid’s hands were on my bare skin. The long, elegant fingers I’d watched so intently in the past as they crafted beautiful jewellery or lifted a joint to his lips or flexed absently around his coffee cup as he kept me company while I made us breakfast.
A rush of warm affection tightened my chest, made me brace a hand on his shoulder and lean in to kiss him. He made a soft sound into my mouth, tongue eagerly meeting mine when I slid it inside. I kept my other hand on his chest, rubbing soothingly over his two pounding hearts before thumbing his nipple again, wanting to grin when he let out a hoarse groan against my lips.
God, he was so responsive. And sensitive. Some of the men I’d been with had said they didn’t really get much sensation from their nipples and weren’t interested in having them played with. I already knew that wouldn’t be the case with Greid. He was greedy for any and all touch, soaking it up with sweet desperation.
“My greedy boy,” I murmured against his lips, grinning when his cock bucked hard between my legs and he moaned into my mouth.
Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips over his jaw and down his neck. His hands clutched my thighs tighter, long fingers splaying until the tips of his middle and forefingers bit into the curve of my ass. He tipped his head back against the headboard, offering up the column of his throat for my lips and tongue and teeth.
A tiny, brief fantasy from a while back popped into my mind—one of fisting his hair, yanking his head back and closing my teeth around the prominent bump in his throat. But now that I knew pain was a hard limit for Greid—and he hadn’t specified whether that was any and all pain, even just brief bites of it—the fantasy shifted, turning into something I thought he’d enjoy.
Sliding the hand on his shoulder up over the bend of his neck, I threaded my fingers gently through his hair and made my way to the centre of his throat. I licked the bump, feeling it bob under my tongue, before closing my lips around it for a soft suck.
It bobbed again with Greid’s moan as he shuddered, tipping his head back further, stretching out his throat for me. I licked the bump again, swirling my tongue around it before trailing down to the hollow of his collarbone.
Kissing my way down the centre of his chest, I slid a little lower on his cock, faintly feeling the downward-curving barbs bump over my clit through the pad. It drew a moan from my throat as I skimmed my lips over to a nipple, still peaked and stiff.
A strangled groan burst from Greid as I swirled my tongue around it before pursing my lips to give it a gentle suck. Part of me wanted to nibble on it, but there was no way I was going to risk it—not without knowing just how sensitive he was.
“Feeling okay?” I mumbled, giving it one more suck before moving to the other to deliver the same treatment.
“Yes.” Greid’s voice was hoarse, his breaths quick around the words. “Yes. Yeah.”
I gave his nipple a kiss before lifting my head to glance down between us. His cock was leaking everywhere, trails of smoky liquid running down his sides and leaving slick ribbons on his dark skin.
My mouth practically watered with the urge to lick them up, to taste him. But I refrained. This was Greid’s reward. His first true hint of being able to be completely submissive during sex. Yes, of course a blowjob would be a great reward—in whatever way we could do that together—but it didn’t leave much room for the other things he craved. Being controlled. Being directed. I could order him not to come, keep him on the edge for as long as possible, but I wanted to do something more.
Lifting my head, I gave him a teasing grin. “Is it weird for you that I only have two breasts?”
His eyes immediately dropped to my chest and flared with heat. “Not weird. Just different. You don’t need more than two. They’re perfect.”
Warmth flowed through me. Balancing myself on my knees, I cupped my breasts and gave both nipples a light pinch, smiling at the way his breath left him in a rush.
“Do you want to taste them?” I purred, feeling his claws bite into my skin as he clutched my thighs tighter.
“God, yes,” he croaked, practically panting as his cock flexed beneath me. “Please.”
“You deserve it,” I crooned, releasing one breast to cup the back of his head and draw it closer.
I arched my back so he could reach, thrusting my breasts toward his mouth. He groaned hoarsely, peppering sweet kisses all over the swell of one and trailing his lips down toward my nipple. My whole body tightened with anticipation, clit throbbing, nipples stiffening even more.
His fast breaths fanned over the peak before slick heat circled it. My head fell back, a low moan leaving me as Greid swirled his tongue then drew my nipple into the wet warmth of his mouth. He moaned around it, hands sliding up to my hips and gripping tight, like he wanted to tug me closer.
I didn’t know which aspect stopped him—my earlier words about who was in charge, or his fear of hurting me with his barbs. Either way, I did it for him, lifting my hips to settle higher up his shaft, pressing my weight onto it to hear him moan hoarsely again around my nipple.
He sucked on it with the perfect amount of pressure, his tongue teasing the tip before he laved it decadently. My breath caught from the feel of all those bumps. God, he had a talented mouth.
“That feels so good,” I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair. “You’re my greedy boy, aren’t you? I bet you’d do this for hours if I let you.”