at her a moment while he studied her
skin. He gently ran a finger around her wounds—the cut on her collarbone, on her
rib cage, under her breast.
“We don’t have to play if you aren’t up for it,” he said.
“Griff, I’ve had papercuts worse than this. And also on my
crotch. This is what happens when you fall asleep while working on your edits
naked. I’m up for it. Seriously.”
“Okay. We’ll fuck if you make me,” he said, smiling at her
again. “We’ll just go vanilla until you’re healed.”
Vehemently Nora shook her head. “Not a chance. No vanilla. The
one time I even attempted vanilla sex I nearly passed out.”
“Nora Sutherlin tried vanilla sex? This I have to hear
about.”
Griffin stretched out on his side and playfully patted the bed
next to him. Rolling her eyes Nora crawled onto his sheets.
“It’s not a big deal. Tried it. Didn’t like it. Stopped.”
“Why’d you stop? Vanilla sex is boring but it’s not hard.
You’re the chick. You just lie there and pretend to like it.”
Pretend to like it…that was the problem. She didn’t have to
pretend.... Nora closed her eyes. For a second she wasn’t in Griffin’s bed
anymore…she was on her bed back home with Wesley on top of her. They were
kissing, their bare chests pressed to each other’s. Wesley’s hands stroked her
hair and caressed her arms. She kissed his neck and muscular shoulders. He was
so young, only nineteen then, and still a virgin. And there he was, as brave as
he was beautiful, ready and willing to give her his virginity. And she wanted
it, wanted him…and not for his body and not for the pleasure and not for the
sex. For something else so much deeper and scarier that instead of letting him
make love to her, she let him go.
“It’s hard to explain,” she said, opening her eyes. “Vanilla
just doesn’t work for me.”
“Not that hard to explain—vanilla blows,” Griffin said. “So
what? Celibacy?”
“Don’t even joke about that. Just tie me down, fuck me up the
ass, call me a slut and just watch the cuts.”
Griffin grinned at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Ha,” she said. “I’m still the top.”
Griffin raised his eyebrow at her and she knew she was in
trouble—the good kind.
In a second she found herself flat on her stomach with Griffin
peeling her clothes off. From behind the corner of his bed, Griffin pulled out a
leather strap. He grabbed two sets of bondage cuffs from the bedside table. With
practiced expertise, Griffin buckled the cuffs around her wrists and ankles,
bound her hands to the bedpost and strapped her legs wide-open to a spreader
bar.
Nora groaned with pleasure as Griffin prepared her body for
him—she was going to have to ask him what kind of lube he was using because it
felt amazing—and then pushed carefully inside her. She felt the brush of wool as
his kilt rubbed against her naked skin. Nora decided there and then to take her
next vacation in Scotland.
This is who she was, she reminded herself. She was a switch.
All summer long Griffin would top her. All summer long, she would top Michael.
She’d have the best of both worlds and no vanilla sex at all. No staring into
big brown eyes with flecks of gold in them and saying “Wesley” instead of “sir.”
No holding each other while they made love with only sweat wet between them and
not blood. Sex was sex. Pain was pain. And Wesley and that part of her was in
the past.
Griffin continued to move inside her. Nora buried her head
against her arm and whispered Wesley’s name into the sheets.
6
Michael sat on the porch outside his house waiting for
the ride Nora promised. He still couldn’t quite believe that in a few minutes,
he’d be whisked away to a farm in upstate New York to hang out with Nora
Sutherlin and her kinky friend Griffin all summer. The Griffin part of the
equation worried him. Nora he’d known for over a year now, even known her in the
biblical sense. They hadn’t talked much since the night
skin. He gently ran a finger around her wounds—the cut on her collarbone, on her
rib cage, under her breast.
“We don’t have to play if you aren’t up for it,” he said.
“Griff, I’ve had papercuts worse than this. And also on my
crotch. This is what happens when you fall asleep while working on your edits
naked. I’m up for it. Seriously.”
“Okay. We’ll fuck if you make me,” he said, smiling at her
again. “We’ll just go vanilla until you’re healed.”
Vehemently Nora shook her head. “Not a chance. No vanilla. The
one time I even attempted vanilla sex I nearly passed out.”
“Nora Sutherlin tried vanilla sex? This I have to hear
about.”
Griffin stretched out on his side and playfully patted the bed
next to him. Rolling her eyes Nora crawled onto his sheets.
“It’s not a big deal. Tried it. Didn’t like it. Stopped.”
“Why’d you stop? Vanilla sex is boring but it’s not hard.
You’re the chick. You just lie there and pretend to like it.”
Pretend to like it…that was the problem. She didn’t have to
pretend.... Nora closed her eyes. For a second she wasn’t in Griffin’s bed
anymore…she was on her bed back home with Wesley on top of her. They were
kissing, their bare chests pressed to each other’s. Wesley’s hands stroked her
hair and caressed her arms. She kissed his neck and muscular shoulders. He was
so young, only nineteen then, and still a virgin. And there he was, as brave as
he was beautiful, ready and willing to give her his virginity. And she wanted
it, wanted him…and not for his body and not for the pleasure and not for the
sex. For something else so much deeper and scarier that instead of letting him
make love to her, she let him go.
“It’s hard to explain,” she said, opening her eyes. “Vanilla
just doesn’t work for me.”
“Not that hard to explain—vanilla blows,” Griffin said. “So
what? Celibacy?”
“Don’t even joke about that. Just tie me down, fuck me up the
ass, call me a slut and just watch the cuts.”
Griffin grinned at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Ha,” she said. “I’m still the top.”
Griffin raised his eyebrow at her and she knew she was in
trouble—the good kind.
In a second she found herself flat on her stomach with Griffin
peeling her clothes off. From behind the corner of his bed, Griffin pulled out a
leather strap. He grabbed two sets of bondage cuffs from the bedside table. With
practiced expertise, Griffin buckled the cuffs around her wrists and ankles,
bound her hands to the bedpost and strapped her legs wide-open to a spreader
bar.
Nora groaned with pleasure as Griffin prepared her body for
him—she was going to have to ask him what kind of lube he was using because it
felt amazing—and then pushed carefully inside her. She felt the brush of wool as
his kilt rubbed against her naked skin. Nora decided there and then to take her
next vacation in Scotland.
This is who she was, she reminded herself. She was a switch.
All summer long Griffin would top her. All summer long, she would top Michael.
She’d have the best of both worlds and no vanilla sex at all. No staring into
big brown eyes with flecks of gold in them and saying “Wesley” instead of “sir.”
No holding each other while they made love with only sweat wet between them and
not blood. Sex was sex. Pain was pain. And Wesley and that part of her was in
the past.
Griffin continued to move inside her. Nora buried her head
against her arm and whispered Wesley’s name into the sheets.
6
Michael sat on the porch outside his house waiting for
the ride Nora promised. He still couldn’t quite believe that in a few minutes,
he’d be whisked away to a farm in upstate New York to hang out with Nora
Sutherlin and her kinky friend Griffin all summer. The Griffin part of the
equation worried him. Nora he’d known for over a year now, even known her in the
biblical sense. They hadn’t talked much since the night
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