Danielle<
I lay draped over the seat for a minute or two, feeling like all of my bones had been replaced with rubber bands, before I pushed myself up and looked around.
Mr. Grant expertly knotted the condom and tossed it in the trash, then retrieved the silk robe for me.
“Thank you,” I said, and we both knew I wasn’t talking about the robe.
I hadn't enjoyed s*x that much until today and it was all due to his punishments.
He smiled down at me, his dimples breathtaking in the flickering firelight.
“Is this really what you want, Danielle? I’m not a gentle man. I never have been.”
I put a hand on my backside, feeling the sweet pain where he’d struck me, and bit my lip.
“Yes. I want this. I want you.”
I’d never been so blunt before, but Mr. Grant brought out a different side of
