Page 96 of Lessons In Grey

After a few seconds, I found his eyes again. “Swan. I hate swans.”

An amused smile tilted up one corner of his lips. “Why do you hate swans?”

My cheeks heated. “I was attacked by one when I was four. They arereallymean.”

He laughed lightly. “Swan it is. Don’t forget that, okay?”

I wouldn’t. I could see how serious this was for him, and while that alone made me nervous, I trusted him. “Okay,” I agreed. “What are those things?”

“Toys,” he answered without looking away. “The only way to make you feel again, Emily, is to fill all five of your senses with something good, something that sets your soul on fire. So, I want you to close your eyes and focus on your skin. Focus on touch, that’s the sense we’ll be working with today.”

I nodded, the excitement building again. “Okay.” I closed my eyes and adjusted myself.

“Relax, Snowflake,” he instructed gently. “Deep breath, let yourself fall into the bed. You are safe here.”

I inhaled deeply and exhaled. I was safe here.

“You are safe here,” he echoed my thoughts, his voice movingaround the room. “You will always be safe with me.” His words drifted through me like a melody. Deep and dark, lustful. Possession without that terrifying feeling of losing all control.

“Your heart will beat, and your mind will work, and your lungs will fill with air,” he went on as a shiver ran through me. “You are mine, Emily Belle Glass. I can’t promise that you will never get hurt again. I can’t promise that you will never feel sad again, what I can promise,” he went on, his voice now on my right side, low and sultry, “is to make you feel everything good. What I can promise is that I will always be here. Always. You will never be alone again.”

I felt the feathers graze over my belly causing me to gasp at the sensation, my body arching against it.

“When all you have felt is pain and emptiness for your entire life,” he went on, carefully dragging the feathers up the center of my body, “you start to forget what it feels like to be loved. To be cared for. To be sensualized.”

I couldn’t catch my breath as he drew the feathers between my breasts and up to the hollow of my throat. “You forget the basic needs of the human body.” He traced the feathers down to my left breast, teasing my hardened nipple.

I groaned, pulling at the restraints, pressing my thighs together as my pussy throbbed in need.

“You forget how telling a body can truly be when stripped bare and left to its own primal urges.” He traced the feather back down the center of me, causing me to buck my hips as my body searched for something more. More friction, less teasing.

He slid the feathers across the top of my thighs, and I forced them apart. Maybe it was a tease, but fuck, anything down there was good. Anything at all.

Grey teased the tip of the feathers across the inside of my right thigh and then the inside of my left.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled as he dragged it up the very center of me.

He traced the feathers all across my skin, teasing me as I tried to control my breathing. As I bucked and pushed and throbbed for more. I was panting by the time the feather left my skin, in fact, I could have sworn that I had started sweating.

“Baby, you are beautiful,” Grey murmured, the sound of a bottle opening meeting my ears. “The way you writhe for me, the way you squirm. The way you drip for me.” The end of the bed moved under his weight. “Knees up.”

I pushed my legs up, spreading my thighs apart, only for him to take his place between them, causing me to grind involuntarily, although he wasn’t close enough to feel.

“Deep breath,” he instructed.

I inhaled deeply just as the sound of vibrations filled the room.

I forced my eyes to remain closed, my nails digging into the ties around my wrists.

“If you can take all of me, you can take all of this,” he said, and pressed the vibrator into me.

I groaned, grinding my hips against it as he slowly, achingly so, pushed it into me. “Oh,God,” I whimpered, feeling myself stretch around the lubed silicone. It had to be on a low setting, because it was getting me there, but it was drawing it out.

Grey kept pushing it in, and I wondered what he was watching. Was he watching my pussy swallow it up or was he watching my face to see how it changed.

I moaned, grinding against it again, only for his hand to press down right over my hips, pushing me towards the bed.

I cried out, the added pressure only making the vibrations more lethal. My toes curled into the mattress as I pulled at the restraints. Fuck. I needed more. I needed friction. I needed him to grab my breast, to kiss my neck. I neededsomething.