Saved By Sex (SinSity Stories) Read Online Free

could climb on
to one of the bar stools.
    “No,”
he barked as he came up behind her. “Not there.” He pointed to the breakfast
bar. “There.”
    “On
the table?”
    “Yes.”
    “Oh,
but I thought…”
    “Gracie,
I know you’re not used to being submissive other than in your performances but
you need to learn to hold your tongue and not to question me. I won’t tell you
again.”
    “Yes…”
She darted a questioning look at him and she scooted up onto the table, “Sir?”
    He
smirked and folded his arms across his chest, stretching the confines of his
black t-shirt. “Jett will do.”
    That
was another thing that startled her about him. She’d expected another suit but
this time he wore a t-shirt with some faded lettering on it, some numbers or
something, and some very well worn jeans. They cupped his arse so beautifully
and right now she could see the steady thickening of his cock through them.
And, shit, what a cock it was. Already she could tell it was long and
promising. It sent butterflies through to her stomach as she watched him
navigate the kitchen with ease, pulling out plates of already prepared food
from the fridge and pouring her a glass of fruit juice.
    “You
won’t be drinking tonight,” he told her, gaze connecting with hers. “I don’t
want your senses dampened to the experience. You make such an honest, open
performer, and I don’t want that spoiled.”
    For
want of anything to say, Grace nodded. Was that what he thought of her as? A
performer? A whore? Stupidly she’d secretly hoped he saw her as more than that.
He’d called her spectacular. But maybe he just meant as a performer. And he was
effectively paying her for her time, so maybe she really was a whore.
    “You’re
going to need your energy.” Jett settled himself on the bar stool in front of
her and coaxed her legs apart, so he was slotted between them. “Please.” He
motioned to the plates of canapés and snacks. “Eat.”
    Gingerly
helping herself, she almost moaned in delight as she pressed salmon canapé into
her mouth. This seemed to please him as Jett’s lips twitched.
    “See?
You’re so open, Gracie. I like that about you.”
    She
swallowed down the salmon and helped herself to more. Jett’s fingers massaged
her legs as she ate, each time inching higher and higher, closer and closer to
her pussy. She had to fight the urge to squirm and wriggle closer to those
talented hands. He watched the movement of her lips and sometimes the rise of
her breasts as if it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.
    “Can
I… can I ask you something?”
    “Of
course.”
    “Why
me?”
    “I
like watching you. You’re graceful and natural. There’s no pretence with you. I
knew the first time I saw you perform that you’d be a wonderful sub.”
    “So….
why didn’t you just ask me out or something?”
    “Would
you have agreed to a no limits night with me if I had?”
    Grace
laughed. “No, probably not.”
    “You’ve
been burned, Gracie, I know that. And I’m a busy man. If I want something, I go
for it. And I decided it was time I had you.”
    “Oh.”
    “Are
you finished?”
    She
glanced at the empty plate and nodded, nerves making her stomach churn suddenly.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
    “I
ate earlier,” he stated as he stood and towered over her.
    Grace
held her breath. Oh God, she wasn’t ready for this. How could she give her body
to this man? He was dark and sexy and powerful and magnetic and a billion other
words that she couldn’t even think of but all meant the same thing. He was
intense and he scared her. The other women had said he had a sadistic side.
What would he do to her?
    “Can
I… can I use your bathroom?” she asked breathlessly.
    One
brow slowly rose but he stepped back and nodded. “Of course.” He pointed to a
door. “It’s adjoined to the bedroom. But, Grace, once you step back out, this
is it. I won’t wait for you any longer. I’m going to fuck you in every