Chapter 18

GRACE

I was fighting off sleep as we showered. Haven had taken it upon himself to wash me from head to toe, and I let him. It seemed to mean something to him.

After the shower, we returned to the bedroom. He brushed my hair as we sat on the bed, tying it up in a bun when he was done. He planted a small kiss on my neck, just like he did when he gave me the necklace that I now wore constantly.

“Lie down on your stomach,” he instructed. “I’m going to put lotion on your back so you won’t be too sore tomorrow.”

I hummed in response, doing as he asked. His British accent was enough to make me purr. I thought he couldn’t get any sexier, but he kept surprising me.

I shivered as the cool lotion hit my skin. Haven straddled my legs and began massaging my shoulders.

I let out a sigh of pure contentment, his hands on me were as cold as the lotion, but they sparked a fire within me that warmed me through. He was really good at this.

Soon, my entire body relaxed under his touch. The coldness of his hands didn’t matter anymore. I’d never had anyone take care of me like this. I was enjoying it so much that I didn’t want him to stop.

He began humming a song, and I tried to focus on his voice, but I was so relaxed I could have fallen asleep right there. His hands moved lower along my spine, rubbing away the day’s tension, until he reached my butt.

His hands, which had been rough with me before, were now gentle. I loved it when he was rough, but I loved it just as much when he was gentle. He was taking things slow with me, testing my limits, but I was ready for more. I wanted to see what else he could do.

“Babe...,” I purred.

“Hm?”

“Can we use a riding crop tomorrow?”

He stopped massaging the small of my back at my words. I glanced over my shoulder at him, and I could see lust and love battling in his eyes. They flickered between red and green as he imagined what he could do to me with the crop.

His eagerness made me smile. He resumed his massage, and I squirmed under his touch. I felt like a cat begging to be scratched.

“Of course, sweetheart. If that’s what you want. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I’m sure. I want to try some harder stuff.”

“All right.”

He kissed the spot he’d been massaging and trailed kisses up my back. He leaned over me so he could whisper in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. I had to bite my lower lip to suppress a moan.

“We’ll do so much more tomorrow, but for now...you need to sleep. You’re clearly tired, and I don’t want you to get sick. Not when you’re starting your job on Monday.”

He kissed my cheek before rolling onto his side. I snuggled under the covers, and he pulled me into his arms. He was a bit cold, but I was warm enough for both of us. I nestled against his chest and laid my head in the crook of his neck, planting a small kiss there. He shivered and let out a small sigh, tightening his arms around me.

He seemed to enjoy it so much that I wondered if he would let me drink his blood if I were a vampire. He’d said it was a very intimate act between vampires, even more so than with a human. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like, because it already felt so intense.

“Baby?” I called, my voice heavy with sleep.

“Yes, love?” he responded softly.

“If I were a vampire...would you...let me drink your blood?”

He tensed in my arms, and he took my chin between his index finger and thumb, making me look at him. His green eyes searched mine as if he were trying to read my soul.

His gaze was so intense that I wondered if I’d asked something I shouldn’t have. I was about to take it back when he finally answered.

“I would. I would let you drink my blood as I drink yours while we’re making love.”

I shivered under his intense gaze. It seemed to mean so much to him, and I wanted to do it. Maybe one day. For now, I was content with what we had.

“That sounds amazing.” I smiled.

“It does.” He smiled back. “Come on. You need to sleep. Good night, my Grace.”

“Good night, Haven.”

I settled back into his arms and closed my eyes. I hoped that tomorrow would be even better than today, and with Haven by my side, I was sure it would be.

***

I woke up to soft kisses on my neck. I smiled as I stirred, feeling something hard pressing against my butt. Haven’s hands on my waist tightened as he caught his breath.

He was always sensitive in the morning because he was hungry. It was the only time when I had the upper hand in our relationship, but I enjoyed it when he was in control too much to complain.

“Haven...” I sighed.

“Good morning, Grace,” he responded, his voice husky.

“Why did you wake me up?” I asked lazily as I turned to face him.

His eyes were more red than green, so I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him gently, teasing his tongue with mine.

I was careful not to scrape my tongue against his fangs because I didn’t want him to lose control. I was confident that I was safe, but I wasn’t ready to risk my life on it.

“I want you,” he growled against my lips.

I moaned in response, and he picked me up. The next thing I knew, we were in the playroom. He moved so fast, it was a wonder I didn’t feel sick.

He set me down as soon as we arrived, and he kissed me again, hungrily chasing my tongue until I felt like I could melt into his arms.

He tied my wrists to shackles that hung from the ceiling on a platform in the middle of the room. He left one last quick kiss on my lips before moving to the dresser.

He held up a riding crop, and it was my favorite color. Everything we'd used so far had been. It was as if he'd bought all these toys just for me, and I loved that thought.

“Is this what you were hoping for, Grace?” he asked, spinning the crop in his hands.

His eyes were a deep, fiery red, a clear sign of his arousal. I nodded, unable to speak, and a smirk spread across his face.

“Okay then.”

He picked up a blindfold and a feather. He moved closer to me, placing the blindfold over my eyes. It was a little unnerving at first, but then I felt the feather trace my stomach, causing me to shiver.

“I love your reactions,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Are you wet for your master? Tell me.”

“Yes, Master,” I moaned. “I’m so wet for you.”

“Good girl.” He chuckled.

His words were followed by a sharp smack of the crop on my thigh. It was so sudden that I gasped and tugged at the shackles, but they were as solid as the ones on the bed. Immediately after, he ran the feather over the same spot.

“How did that feel? Tell me.”

“Good,” I replied, my voice shaky.

“That’s what I like to hear, Grace.”

He continued in this pattern. The crop would strike, and then the feather would follow on the tender skin. It felt so good that I could feel my arousal trickling down my thighs.

He hit my stomach, ass, breasts, and finally, my soaked pussy. I cried out when he did, and the feather intensified the sensation. I was on the brink of climax.

“Master...,” I moaned.

“Are you close?” he asked. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

I nodded, struggling not to beg. I was at my limit, and I was desperate for release.

“Beg me,” he commanded.

“Please, Master,” I whimpered.

I felt the feather on my throbbing clit, and he slid his fingers inside me from behind. I arched my back under his touch, but his movements were so fast that I couldn’t hold back.

I came hard, screaming and pulling at my shackles. My entire body trembled as I clenched around his fingers.

When I finally came down from my high, he withdrew his fingers and stopped moving the feather over my clit. I felt his hands on my hips and his cock at my entrance.

“I’m going in, and I’m going to bite you,” he growled, pressing a kiss to the base of my neck where he’d bitten me before. He seemed to have a fondness for that spot.

He wasn’t playing around today. He thrust into me hard and began to build the heat quickly, hitting just the right spot. I could feel his tip pressing against my end, and I was crying out in pleasure, trying to grind my hips against him.

“Don’t move,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his fangs in my skin, and I screamed in pleasure as an orgasm hit me like a freight train.

My walls clenched around his cock so tightly that I felt him climax as he grunted, drinking my blood. It was the first time I’d made him come so quickly. He must have been more excited to use the crop on me than I’d realized. It made me feel incredibly powerful.