96- Pain is the new Pleasure

Isabella

Mmm. Have you ever had one of those dreams where things were just starting to get good, real good only for it to be interrupted by a voice? Ya, well that’s what’s happening right here, right now.

“Wakey, Wakey Agapi (Love)”

Groaning, I try to ignore the warm rich velvety tone of a males voice as I attempt to go back into my wonderful dream by snuggling into what I was assuming was a nice soft pillow only for the said pillow to move which causes me to become more self-aware of my surrounding.

My once soft pillow actually belonging to that of a rock hard chest. My mind instantly snapping back to where I was and instantly remember Grant. My body practically now on top of his as I slowly wake up more.

Morning wood now poking at my inner thigh as a blush begins to rise as I soon realize just how close it was to almost touching my now bare ass. A certain someone by the name of Alex, cough, had decided on dressing me in a nightgown and thong.

Items that should be considered illegal by most standards as it now exposed my body in every way imaginable.

Lost to my own thoughts I don’t instantly register a large, calloused hand until it was suddenly too late. A loud, hard SMACK now sounding throughout the room as I now yelp out in surprise and begin to squirm, attempting to flee.

“OWIE”

Amused by my reaction does Grant move to chuckle. My body still currently sore from Lucus’s training session last night. A piece of me wanting to punch him right between the eyes for making me do two long hours of endurance training as well as strength training along with but not limited to squats, sprints, wall sits to every exercise they could possibly even think of all while wearing stupid weights around my wrists and ankles. The fuckers.

Talk about brutal. Yet had I known that this was what they had planned for me last night I would have chosen the playroom over the torture that they gave me during training.

“Morning beautiful” purrs Grant, his hands now moving to caress my back playfully. My eyes moving to greet his as I attempt to glare at him. Another chuckle rising as he sees it. “Cute. Especially when you’re trying to be mad too.”

Rolling my eyes I move to bury my head back against his delicious body. “Aww. Don’t be like that” teases Grant, obvious to what happened last night as he was there too. Each of them were. Each offering their own set of commentaries as well.

Snorting my response do I move to smirk softly. A wicked idea now coursing through my mind as I move to put my plan into action, careful not to let Grant see what I was about to do until I did it.

My hands now dancing along his well defined chest. Grants eyes closing as he moves to enjoy my touch, my caress, unaware that I was about to do something cruel even as he purrs in pleasure. My movements becoming bolder and bolder until finally I do it. My fingers quick to latch onto his nipples as I painfully pinch them hard.

Grant gasping in pain as he lets out a scream, “FUCK”

Taking that as my cue to leave, I move to jump away. A part of me knowing that if I didn’t get away fast that I would be in major trouble later. My body now scrambling to get up and off the bed as fast as I could only for Grant to snag me by the ankle in return. His hand firm as he moves to yank me back towards him.

Another yelp of surprise leaving my lips as he now moves to straddle me. My body at his complete and total mercy as he moves to lock my legs with his while locking my arms just above my head. His face now close to mine as he moves to speak firmly.

“That wasn’t very nice sweetheart.”

Unsure of what to say or do all I can do is swallow thickly. Grant taking my silence as an opening to continue with his scolding. “Don’t start something your aren’t ready to finish yet. It’s how people get hurt.”

Feeling remorseful, I try to apologize for what I just did only to feel his lips now against my neck. A loud gasp rising as I feel him biting and sucking against the flesh. Almost as if he was starving. Only letting go once he was satisfied with his nice little handy work.

A hickey. And not just any hickey either. A massive one that left me feeling sore from that alone. Christ. Is there nothing that these men can’t do to me that leave me feeling sore.

Shifting his weight and then his body I soon find myself now back on top of his. His hands adding a few swift smacks to my ass for added measure which only makes me glare at him yet again. A laugh rising to greet me as I move to roll myself away from him.

Laughing again by my actions does Grant move to place his arms behind his head. His body now on full display for all of me to see. My eyes scanning over every inch of his delicious body including that of his 8 pack package.

A part of me wondering what he must do to maintain a body built like that. My eyes even daring to look further only to spot his very sexy v-line. The same v-line that was slowly trailing its way down and into his sweatpants and to the obvious tent he was now sporting just beneath it.

Swallowing again, I try to shift my gaze away. My mind now scolding me to stop looking.

Look away Isabella. Stop staring Isabella. You’re not a whore Isabella. Stop. Stop. Stop Isabella.

Unable to listen to myself seriously enough do I instantly find myself now captivated by his looks, Grant finally moving to speak up as he does, a smirk dancing along his voice as he does. “See something that you like their sweet girl?”

Blushing at being caught, my heart begins to race, quickly doing the next best thing and that’s throwing a pillow over in his direction before dashing for the bathroom within a panic. Quick to do my business while Grant on the other hand moves to get himself ready for the day. A part of me hoping that he would be gone by the time I exited the bathroom only to fail when I see him still standing there waiting for me.

Grant now dressed from head to toe in complete business attire minus the suit jacket. Noticing my quick return does Grant move to hand me a robe. A robe in which I notice is made out of silk. The material a soft rich emerald color all while trimmed with a soft black lace along the edges.

A robe in which screamed sexy. Something that was clearly not me and unsure if it ever would be either. But only time would tell if it would.

Holding up the robe does Grant offer to hold it open for me as I tentatively move to slip in an arm followed by the other before Grant quickly moves to spin me back around. His hands making quick work of tying the robe closed with a simple bow.

Annoyed that he conveniently left my chest out for all the world to see, all thanks to Alex’s choice in nightwear, does my body slowly become flushed. My hands steadily reaching for the robe in hopes of adjusting the fabric only to pause upon hearing a growl. Grants eyes now daring me to disobey him which causes me to drop them quickly just as he moves to approach me once again. His lips now kissing me along the temple while gently caressing my arms in hopes of offering me some kind of comfort in return.