Morning games

1.  Morning Games

BELLE

Grayson’s arm tightened around me, then he slowly moved and pressed his lips to my ear. 

“Good morning, baby,” he whispered. 

He brought my earlobe into his mouth and bit down softly. It felt incredible, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. 

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Do not move, Belle. Do not make a sound. You’re sleeping, remember?  

“Hmm… I know you’re awake, Belle.” He kissed my neck. 

He’s lying. He doesn’t know that. How could he know that? 

“We’re playing pretend, are we? Okay, let’s play.”  What? What the hell does he mean by that? 

I wasn’t in the mood for games. Well, I didn’t want to be in the mood, but I also couldn’t deny the heat starting to build between my thighs… 

I felt him move so that he was on top of me. I instinctively spread my legs just a little so he could put his body between them. 

Grayson chuckled. 

Shit, did he notice me do that? He did, didn’t he? 

I tried to keep my body limp and my breathing regular. No matter what Grayson does, no matter how much I like it, I’m asleep.  

One of his hands grabbed onto my waist and then ran over my stomach. Then he slowly leaned down and brought his lips to mine. 

This isn’t fair!  His lips felt too good against mine—like fireworks. I wanted to scream, or kiss him back, but I couldn’t. I was trying to prove a point. I would not make out with my kidnapper!  

No matter how much I want to. 

Don’t move, Belle. 

But as he continued to press his soft lips into mine, I couldn’t help but open my mouth just the tiniest bit, inviting him inside. I felt his deep rumble of laughter. 

Even with my eyes closed, I knew that he was smirking. Shit. Fuck. Shitting, fucking hell.   

I kept my eyes closed. What is wrong with me?   

Why can’t I control myself? 

He leaned down and whispered against my ear: “I like this game.” 

He kissed along my jaw and gripped my waist harder, bringing his hand up so that his thumb was brushing underneath my breast. I squirmed a bit. 

“Just open your eyes, Belle.”  I didn’t move. 

“No?” he asked. 

I didn’t respond. Maybe he’ll give up?  

Oh, please just give up.  I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I was two seconds away from shoving my tongue down his throat.  

“Okay. Have it your way.” 

He began trailing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw again. 

Shit. So he isn’t giving up. 

His lips continued moving down my neck as his hands massaged my waist through my Tshirt. For a second, I wished I wasn’t wearing one. And then Grayson found the spot where he had bitten me. I gasped and my back arched so that my chest was touching his. 

God, that spot was like a second G-spot. 

I moaned but still kept my eyes closed. 

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought,” he said. He licked up the side of my neck, and I squirmed.

He moved back a bit. 

“We’re still not going to open our eyes?” 

I was just being stubborn. We both knew I was awake. But I would not let him win this battle. I would not lose. 

I would not open my eyes. 

So I shook my head. 

He chuckled. “Huh, my mate is stubborn.” He pressed one of his knees up against my crotch.

I could feel his breath on my face. 

“That’s fine with me,” he whispered. 

His mouth latched on to my neck once more, and I moaned again. He kissed down to my collarbone and then ran his nose up and down between my breasts. 

I arched my back again, breathless. 

He lifted my shirt a bit and kissed around my belly button. 

Is it getting hot in here or is it just me? 

Then his hand went beneath my panties and gripped my hip bone. 

Wait, what? My panties? What happened to my leggings? 

I suddenly remembered Grayson taking them off last night. Hadn’t he taken off my bra too?  So that meant… I was lying in bed, bra-less, wearing only my white see-through T-shirt and my blue lace thong.  

That was it. 

And the man who’d kidnapped me had one hand under that same blue lace thong with the other on my rib cage under my breast as his mouth traveled closer and closer to, ahem, a very personal area.  

My eyes flew open. 

I screamed and began kicking my legs at Grayson. Hopefully, I hit him in the face. 

Hopefully, I broke his nose. 

I shoved his hands away from me and jumped out of the bed. 

I ran my hands through my hair and began pacing back and forth. I definitely did not win that battle. 

Dammit. 

I looked at Grayson. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his arms, and watching me, an amused look in his eyes. 

His gaze moved up and down my figure, and he licked his lips. 

I had forgotten that I was basically naked. I was basically naked! 

I quickly grabbed the blanket off of the bed and wrapped it around myself, glaring at Grayson. 

His smile just widened. 

“You know, this entire situation could’ve been avoided if you had just opened your eyes.” 

I huffed. “Oh yeah?” I asked. “You’re never touching me again. Ever. Again.”  His eyes darkened, not fully to black, but more of a dark green. 

He stood. I took a step back. 

He watched me move away from him out of fright and paused. He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. 

When he opened them again, they were back to normal. He looked at me and sighed.  “Go take a shower, baby. I’m going to go make breakfast.” He walked past me and out the door. 

For a few seconds, I stood there. I rubbed my face with my hands. Okay then.  He was gone.

That was easier than I’d expected.  

I guess it’s time to get out of here.