1 comments/ 1349 views/ 7 favorites Shades of Grey Ch. 03 By: shyreaderinohio Thank you all for the kind words and comments on Chapter 2! And so sorry for the delay on this chapter—the holidays made finding writing time incredibly difficult. Not only that, but I just started up school again, and let me tell you, taking 18 credit hours and being on council for your sorority is not the best way to give yourself a bunch of time to write quality chapters. So thanks for bearing with me. Just a heads up, while I'm in school, it will probably take a while longer than usual to get chapters up. My hopes are to hit home some good writing during a couple of the upcoming breaks. BUT no guarantees. As always, please vote, comment, tell me what you loved, tell me what you hated, etc. etc. etc. I just love hearing your feedback! It genuinely makes my day. XOXO ShyReaderinOhio ***** I closed my eyes as I stepped through the door, my nerves getting the best of me. My breath was caught in my chest, and I was still trembling slightly from the shifting of roles that took place outside. Though I knew that I wasn't instantly entering a scene, I had a feeling that the mood of our encounter would be shifting. I heard the door close behind me, signaling the finality of it all. This was it. I opened my eyes and turned back to face Mark. He was looking down at me, his eyes serious and aroused. I took a deep breath, forcing the caught air to circulate in my body. He seemed to take note of this, his eyes never leaving me. "Can I take your coat, little one?" he asked, the endearing name rolling off his lips. I could feel myself blush at it, and my arousal skyrocketed. Somehow, he knew just how to get a reaction out of me. "Yes, please. Thank you," I said, shrugging off my jacket and passing it over to him. I stood there watching as he hung it up on a coat rack, feeling almost naked without its warmth and protection. "Shoes off as well, pet," he reminded me, bending down to unlace his. I easily stepped out of my flats, and placed them neatly near the door. I then stood there, watching him as he gracefully tugged at the laces and slipped his shoes off right next to mine. He turned to face me. "Thank you." He seemed to pause for a moment, considering his options. I stood still, nervously waiting. He took a smooth step towards me, his hands catching my wrists, fiddling with the bracelets I'd layered there. I longed to draw back my arms, but I didn't want to upset him. He leaned closer to me, his breath near my ear. "It would please me a great deal if you would let me remove these bracelets," he whispered. I shivered, and pulled my arms away, bringing them back to my body in a defensive sort of way. He cocked an eyebrow, not fully understanding my reluctance, but allowing it nonetheless. "They'll come off in the bedroom regardless." I bit my lip, looking up at him. He looked serious, and I knew that he would follow through on what he meant. Perhaps it was better to get it over with now. At least if we did it now, it wouldn't ruin the mood. I slowly reached my arms back out, biting my lip nervously. He smiled down at me, reaching nimble fingers around to the clasps. "Thank you, pet." I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. I knew there was a good chance that he would be rather upset upon what lie under the bracelets, but I hoped it wouldn't ruin the weekend. This was supposed to be a hookup, after all. That was supposed to be the beauty of it. We wouldn't have to go through all of the emotional, messy stuff. We could just have fun. The clasps came undone one by one on my left wrist, and with each one, Mark passed the bracelet to me. He finally undid the last one, revealing the three vertical lines I'd dug into that wrist. He passed me the bracelet, and stood there for a moment, quietly looking at it. His fingers brushed over the middle one briefly, then he turned his attention to the other wrist, undoing the other bracelets quickly and passing them to me. He made no comment about the three vertical lines decorating that wrist either, just that same gentle caress over the scars. "Thank you," he whispered softly, pulling one of my hands up to his mouth to press a soft kiss onto it. I blushed, partially ashamed and partially happy because of his reaction. I don't know what I expected him to do, but it certainly wasn't that. Regardless, I was glad that the moment was over. I stowed the bracelets in my purse, then left it next to my shoes so it would be easy to find, just in case. He took my hand, and led me into the next room quietly. He seemed pensive, and for a moment I regretted letting him into the privacy of my world and my past. But at the same time, it was sort of nice to not have a secret to hoard anymore. There was someone, no matter the fact that I would never see him again, who knew. He sat me down in a soft, light colored sofa. If I'd had to guess, I would say that its natural color was grey anyway. The shade was so smooth and even, and I traced my fingers over its surface to distract me from my nerves. "Taylor?" I jerked my head up, only realizing that he'd called my name already when our eyes met. He smirked a little, and I blushed, ducking my head and lowering my eyes. "Sorry. What?" "I was going to ask if you wanted something to drink," he stated calmly, leaning against a wall that I presumed lead into a kitchen area. He held two empty glasses in his hands. "I-um. Yes please. A water would be lovely—no ice, if you don't mind." I was already shaking. I didn't need to add a chill on top of it to make it any worse. He nodded his assent and returned to the kitchen to fetch me my drink, giving me a second to try and calm myself. It surprised me that I was still so nervous, despite spending an entire meal with him already. Mark walked back in, carrying to glasses- one with water and no ice, the other with ice and no water. His eyes twinkled in a mischievous fashion, and I instantly knew something was going to happen. My insides clenched at the thought, and I bit my lip shyly. "No need to look so nervous, little one. Though I do have a fun game I would enjoy playing, if you're up for some fun outside of the bedroom to kick-start the weekend," he said, placing the glass of water down in front of me. I took a deep breath and forced my shoulders to relax. This was why I came here. My eyes studied my bare wrists for a moment. "I-I would like that," I said softly. "Eyes up, little one, and say that again," Mark responded firmly. I forgot- he had a thing for eye contact. I think he mentioned it in one of his emails briefly. I forced my eyes to lock onto his. "I would like that," I repeated, a bit more confidently. "Much better," he responded, his dark eyes darkening even more with arousal. I blushed, a bit proud. It felt surprisingly nice to get such a response out of him. He smirked down at me. "This will be an official scene, Taylor. Remember the rules?" He asked, his voice calm and low. I started to nod, then corrected myself. "Ye—Yes sir," I responded, my voice a little shakier than I'd hoped it would be. I looked up at him, noticing the half-smile on his face. "Good girl. Stand." The smile disappeared as soon as it came, and in its place came a cool, collected, dominant man with his lips pressed together. I stood quickly, not wanting to disappoint him in our very first scene. His hands went and rested on my hips, pulling me towards him slightly. I let out a soft gasp, my hands automatically going up to his chest to brace myself. He let out a small hum, his fingers gripping my hips a bit tighter at the feel of me touching him. I quickly dropped my hands and dropped my eyes, embarrassed. "Eyes," he said, and I flicked my gaze back up to him. He nodded his approval, and for several moments we stood like that. Then his hands moved from my hips to my back, meeting in the middle where my zipper lay. He traced his fingers up the line from the small of my back to right between my shoulder blades, then caught it and began to gently tug it down. His eyes never left mine all the while, dancing with the energy flooding between us. I let out a soft whimper at the feel of the back of my dress falling open. The small straps held it up, but Mark quickly remedied that, his hands pushing them off my shoulder in one fluid motion. I went from being fully dressed to only a bra, panties, and nylons in an instant. The thought was overwhelming, and a rush of nerves fluttered through me. "Color?" Mark's voice broke through my hazy nerves, his hands resting on my shoulders as if to steady me. I paused for a moment to truly evaluate. I was nervous, yes, but this was nowhere near my limits. I had agreed to this, and though it was surprising and a bit hard to be nearly naked in front of someone for the first time, I wanted to continue. "Green," I responded confidently, locking eyes with him and allowing my shoulders to roll back slightly, opening more of myself to his gaze. "Fuck," he whispered softly, and then his mouth was on mine. He was firm but not rough in his kissing, and it caught me more off-guard than I thought it would. I gasped, and suddenly his tongue was in my mouth or mine was in his and we were both gasping and his hands were on my ass and in my hair and my hands were around his neck. He pulled back suddenly, calm except for the fire in his eyes. I was panting, lust written all over my face. We were close enough now that I could feel a significant bulge in his pants, which brought me a great deal of smug satisfaction. At least I affected him some. "Bra. Off. Now." His terse words showcased his arousal some. I unhooked my arms from around his neck and reached back to unclasp my bra. It fell to the ground in one fluid motion, and he pulled back from me to admire. My breasts were not small, but they weren't large either, and I worried that he was disappointed. "Are your nipples sensitive?" He asked, his eyes still gazing at my chest. I blushed, and the darker shade seemed to color my breasts with a flush. "I'll take that as a yes. Sit back down, little one," he instructed, copping a quick feel of one before I did. I let out a soft gasp, essentially falling back into the couch with a soft "Oomf." "Close your eyes," he instructed, and I complied quickly. It was odd, being deprived of sight. Though I normally have a hard time making eye contact, at the very least I could look around. This blackness sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and I tried to keep from showing it. Suddenly, there was something warm and wet on my breast, tracing delicate lines up and down and around. I let out a soft gasp, followed by a low moan. It was his mouth, his tongue to be specific, and the sensations it was sending straight to my crotch were insanely pleasurable. My hands gripped the sofa beneath me, and my hips raised up of their own accord, pushing my breast into his mouth more. He chuckled, pulling back. "No." I missed the contact instantly, whimpering as my toes clenched to try and regain control of my body. Then his tongue was back, and this time, swirling directly on my nipple. I moaned loudly, rocking back and forth in my seat, my hands automatically reaching to calm the need in my panties. "His hands grabbed mine before they even got to the waistband. "No." He ordered firmly, gripping my wrists tightly to imprint the message in my mind. I felt a blush light up my cheeks at my inability to control myself. I should have known better, and I obediently placed my hands back on the couch without further urging. "There's my good girl," he whispered, his mouth at my ear. His teeth caught the tip of it, and nibbled gently. I gasped again, the sensation rushing through me. He chuckled again, the noise bringing nearly as much pleasure as his touch. Already I was craving these parts of him. Suddenly, there was an indescribable coldness on my breast, and I jerked away, yelping loudly. "Oh fuck!" I shrieked out, my hands gripping the couch under me even tighter. The coldness lingered, and I thought back to the glass of ice Mark had carried out earlier. That bastard had planned ahead. "Very sensitive indeed," Mark said, softly, as if to himself. I could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he said this, and my pussy pulsed with sheer need. "Please please please," I chanted under my breath, beginning to writhe about on the couch. "Use your words, Taylor. Please what?" Mark retorted, the ice still circling my nipple. I was shaking and whimpering and my thoughts were muddled with desire. "I-I- please," I said again, opening my eyes to plead with him. He removed the ice from my breast, setting it aside and replacing it with the warmth of his hand. Waves of pleasure rocketed through me, and my pussy was on fire. His other hand found its way to my other breast, kneading and pulling and gripping it. His hands were like magic, quickly learning my hot spots and manipulating them like an expert. I could feel myself getting closer, mindlessly lost at the thought that I could be this close without a single finger to pleasure myself down there, when suddenly his hands were gone and I was left gasping. "W-what?" I sputtered, ready to grab his hands back. "Orgasm denial, remember little one?" He responded, his eyes dark and tracing my flushed body up and down and back up again. "Fuck, but you submit beautifully." He was breathing deeper than before, and that bulge was straining impressively against his slacks. He seemed... much bigger than... I cut the thought off, afraid of letting it grow into anything more than a brief idea. His words finally caught up with my brain, their meaning sinking in. He wasn't going to let me—"What? No!" I protested, sitting up and gaping. He raised an eyebrow at my outburst, pressing his lips together with displeasure. I clamped my mouth closed, embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry sir," I said softly, bringing my legs together, and wrapping my arms around me to cover my exposed breasts. "Arms down. Now." He sharply commanded, and my arms fell away nearly instantaneously. His eyes found mine. "Color?" This time I didn't have to think about it. "Green." He smiled at me, and let out a deep breath. He reached for the glass of water on the coffee table sitting next to him, and handed it over to me. "Thirsty?" I nodded, and took it from him, gulping down a few swallows. I passed it back to him, and he set it down next to him, his eyes never leaving me. I felt self-conscious, exposed as I was, although I knew he'd already seen them before. Mark stood, and unbuttoned his shirt with ease, fluidly shucking it off and resting it on the coffee table beside my drink. He then sat next to me, pulling me into him. It wasn't sexual, per se, though the paths his fingers traced on my back were far from unpleasant. We just cuddled, and it was surprisingly easy and comfortable. Before long, I climbed onto his lap, curling into him and feeling his arms wrap around me. His mouth was near my ear, and I heard him murmur, "The scene is over, by the way. You're allowed to get up and get dressed, though I would much prefer to stay like this." In response, I snuggled closer to his warmth, my eyelids fluttering softly. Though I hadn't cum, I felt surprisingly comfortable and relaxed. When he'd first told me he was going to deny me the ability to orgasm, I thought I would remain frustrated and wound-up until I came. However, although I could still feel the energy and desire inside of me, the calming power of submission had won out. I was totally and completely relaxed. He gave me a slight squeeze, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. We sat there for what must have been an hour, just being together. I could hear his heart beat, and it soothed me. Somehow, I went from blushing just from being around him to snuggling closer every time he moved. Finally, I pulled back to look at him. His face held a degree of tenderness I didn't expect, and he reached up to brush a lock of my hair that had escaped from the pony tail behind my ear. His hand lingered on my cheek, then pulled away. "Would you-" his breath caught a bit, and he cleared his throat. "Would you like to accompany me to the bedroom?" he asked. It was interesting to see him be the nervous one for once. I was proud to note that my cheeks didn't sting with the familiar blush. I nodded. He smiled back at me, and pressed a kiss onto my forehead. "Up you go, then, little one." I slipped off his lap, missing his warmth almost at once. Mark seemed to miss touching me as well, as his hand found my body nearly the second he stood up. He rested it on the small of my back, firmly guiding me towards his bedroom and out of the living room. We walked down a small hallway, both of us seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was topless and that we'd known each other for less than twenty-four hours. Everything felt unbelievably natural. Then we got to his bedroom. I saw his bed, and suddenly, my legs locked. My eyes widened and I felt my body start to tremble. Mark noticed right away, turning to me and placing his hands on my waist to steady me. "Hey, hey, are you okay?" He asked, his eyes searching mine. I swallowed hard, lowering my eyes uncertainly. It seemed to hit me at once that this was only the second person who had seen me topless, let alone touched me there. This would only be the second person I had ever slept with, and the first person hadn't even touched me until we were married. My breath caught in my throat, and suddenly I was feeling extremely light-headed. Suddenly I was in his arms, cradled like a small child against his chest, as he carried me into his room. He laid me on his bed, standing above me. "I can give you space, if you need it little one. You just need to talk to me," he told me, his voice calm and even. I was still shaking a little bit, which frustrated me beyond what I could believe. I laid there silent for a moment. I didn't know how to tell him what I was feeling when I had never told him about my husband, about what happened. How could he understand? "I know it's all going fast. If you need a bit, I can let you lay here for a while alone if you need to think or..." his voice trailed off, his uncertainty showing itself again. The thought of being left alone was repulsive to me, despite everything running through my mind. "No. Don't leave me alone." The words were out of my mouth the moment I thought them. "Okay, okay..." he whispered back softly, his hands threading into my hair. He gently undid it from the pony tail, then gently tugged his fingers through it as I lay there. It was a very soothing motion, and soon I'd calmed back down again. I turned my head towards him, and his eyes found mine. He smiled gently. I leaned up, pressing my lips against his in an impulsive move. He was shocked for a moment, then responded rather aggressively. "This is a scene," he barked out quickly, taking my breath away. He climbed on top of me, pinning my arms down above my head as he devoured my mouth. I gasped for breath as his lips traced a pattern down my collarbone and on my neck. His teeth nipped little patterns into my neck, each one giving me a slight gasp of pleasure that shot straight down to my pussy. He pressed my hands above my head firmly into the bed. "Stay," he ordered, his hands then going down to squeeze my waist. His fingertips went down to the waistband of my panties, tugging them down slowly. I raised my hips, feeling their silky softness slipping down my legs. He sucked in a deep breath at the sight of me fully exposed to him. "Fuck, little one," he whispered, his fingers tracing my folds delicately. I whimpered softly, my hips writhing and lifting of their own accord. My eyes squeezed shut tightly, the sensations rippling through my body far too much for me to comprehend.