The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress

Flair

POV

It had been a long day, with my secret finally being divulged, not to mention my own family being the one to out me. Our time at the cafe was a memory I would not forget and I cherished the quality time with my husband, my body leaning against his as we made our way into the house, his arm wrapping tightly around my waist. "I'm tired" I yawned, sitting on the bed with bleary eyes.

Grayson knelt and took my leg in his hands, slowly and seductively sliding one shoe off and then the other as I stared down at him. There was a small smirk on his face. I swallowed hard. His fingers lightly danced up my leg, teasingly, his fingers pulling down my thigh-high stockings and slipping them off, before allowing them to drop to the floor.

Stand up so I can take your skirt off" he said hoarsely.novelbin

I stumbled slightly getting to my feet and Grayson turned me, pushing me so that my hands were holding onto the mattress. I felt his breath on my skin as he slowly pulled the zipper down and made me step out of it. "Take off your blouse" he murmured.

I could have protested. I could have refused. But with one touch and one caress, my body was beginning to course with pleasure. My hands shook as I slowly began to undo the buttons, reaching the last one, before Grayson pulled the blouse over my shoulders and down my arms, flinging it away and leaving me exposed in my bra and panties.

"Goddess" he purred in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe and causing me to hitch in a breath, his hands going to my hips and resting there "Luscious little minx" he growled.

His hands roamed over me, his lips gently touching the nape of my neck, and the curve of my spine as I shuddered, heat pooling between my legs. He unclasped my bra and helped me take it off, leaving my bare back exposed, my panties the last bit of clothing I possessed. It seems that some sentences in this chapter require you to read the complete chapters on Jo (b) n i b.com in order to avoid an incomplete reading experience. He stroked my sides with his fingers, then slid them down, slowly, torturously, pulling my panties down and throwing them away. I was naked and vulnerable. I tried to turn, but he spoke, his voice commanding. "Stop. Stay where you are."

I still had my back to him. He moved me, to the end of the bed, so that my hands held onto the end of the bed frame, my body slightly bent over.

"Grayson" I whispered, glancing over my shoulder uncertainly, to see that my husband's eyes were narrowed and he was studying my body intently, a look of pure desire on his face.

He raised a brow "Did you forget?" he asked, moving so that he pressed against me.

I could feel his erection against me. He was rock hard, even though it was well hidden beneath his clothes. I gulped. "Forget what?" I stammered.

I heard his low chuckle and felt him kiss me in the crevice just above and between my two buttocks.

"Don't you remember" he whispered, beginning to kiss upwards, along my spine, my body shivering in anticipation "I said I would punish you for lying to me."

Except it didn't feel like a punishment, I thought a little excitedly, it felt like lust and desire and so erotic that my heart was racing. He pushed my hair to the side, kissing and sucking along the collarbone and curvature of my neck as I whimpered, feeling his body pressing against me, grinding slightly, and causing my juices to flow. My nails dug into the base of the bed, and my breathing became shallow. His hands reached around and cupped my breasts, squeezing them, causing a jolt of pleasure to flood through me as I bit my lip, trying to keep my cries to a minimum. But he was making it hard. One hand slowly slid down my navel, playfully pausing at my belly button and rubbing it, before continuing on its path, reaching between my legs as I gasped and bucked, Grayson's body weight preventing me from backing away. He started to finger and circle my clit as I shuddered and my legs quivered. So good. So damn good. The man was a damn Picasso. He knew exactly how to use those fingers and how to make me react. I whimpered, the pleasure building to almost intolerable levels as he kept me firmly pressed against him, my hands shaking.

"Grayson" I mewled.

It was too much. He bit me lightly on the shoulder and it was enough to cause me to become undone. I spiraled out of control, my climax taking over me as I came, my body convulsing in a state of pure delight, while Grayson's hand slowly slipped away.

I wanted to whine in disappointment, but then I heard him slowly undo the zipper on his pants and felt him line up at my entrance. I rocked my hips back against him in a blatant open invitation, wanting him inside me with a desperation that bordered on being more than just wanton. I heard his chuckle and felt his breath on my bare skin.

"Beg me."

I blinked, certain I had misheard, my hips grinding against him. Why wasn't he pushing inside of me?

"Beg me" Grayson repeated, his voice firm and commanding "That's your punishment."

I whined, glancing over my shoulder in distress. He was serious. His eyes narrowed as he waited. My fingers gripped the end of the bed, my body tense. I could not deny my needs any longer and even though it was humiliating, the words shot out of my mouth unhindered "Please Grayson, please" I breathed, "I'm begging you, please f**k me."

His lips curved and then I felt his hands grip my hips, bending me slightly and then he penetrated me, slowly, letting me feel his c**k inch by inch as my mouth parted and I panted, before he thrust in all the way, pausing to let me adjust to the sheer size and girth of him.

I moaned. In this position, he felt incredibly deep. I felt him slowly slide out of me and then thrust in gently. I had expected him to be rough, to be primal, but he was none of those. Despite his teasing and his command to beg, he was gentle and tender, thrusting at a patient pace that slowly increased, my body began to feel like it was on fire as he touched me all over and stoked a flame in me that continued to burn hotter and hotter the longer it went on.

"Grayson" I cried, feeling my body beginning to tense, his hands gently massaging my sides "Oh god" I whimpered, as his hand went to my c**t once more.

He was going to kill me. I was going to die by pleasure alone. My head tipped back as he fingered me while continuing to f**k me slowly from behind. I could barely keep myself upright now. I stiffened and then a powerful o****m swept over me, causing my body to tense as I screamed out his name, my walls clenching down around his c**k as he continued to thrust, only harder and a little faster this time.

I was in heaven, or hell depending on how you looked at it. The pleasure continued to course through me. If this was a punishment, I would gladly continue to take it. I sensed that Grayson was close and then he thrust inside of me hard, once more, and stiffened, his hands grasping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh slightly as he gave a loud guttural groan, spilling his seed inside of me and stilling. I panted, feeling a little morose as he slowly withdrew from me, kissing me tenderly on the shoulder, before turning me to face him, his lips descending to plant on mine.

He kissed me, dare I say it, lovingly and then cupped my cheek. "Did I go too far?" he asked with a hint of concern, his eyes searching mine.

Was he kidding? The man had brought me through several orgasms and given me a s****l experience I had never had the pleasure of having been through before and he was worried he'd pushed me too far. I wanted to laugh at the worried expression on his face. "No," I told him honestly, as he looked relieved "you didn't."

He slowly zipped his pants back up and then ran a hand through his hair as I yawned, feeling tired and deliriously sleepy.

He gave a chuckle. "How about a shower first? Together?" he suggested as my eyes shot to his startled "no funny stuff" he proposed chuckling "and then we can climb in bed together and just hold each other until we go to sleep" he proposed.

I liked the sound of that. Very much. Cuddling in bed was a relatively new concept for me. In the beginning, Johnathon had liked to do that too, but as time passed he began to come up with excuses as to why we couldn't. Either he was spending time at the office and was late to come home or it was too hot to cuddle or he wasn't in the mood. Grayson on the other hand, seemed to enjoy wrapping his body around mine and if I was honest, it felt nice.

It was nice. It felt less lonely in the bed if the person next to you wasn't turned and facing the opposite way, which had been Johnathon's preference towards the end of our marriage. I smiled at my husband whose eyes were sparkling. "That sounds nice," I told him agreeably "but I'm so tired I think I might fall asleep in the shower" I added drowsily.

He laughed as he began to head into the bathroom "if that happens I'll just carry you to bed" he said nonchalantly, as though it was no trouble at all.

I watched as he turned on the water, before stripping off his clothes, but what got me the most teary eyed, was how he checked the water temperature was perfect for me before allowing me to step into it.