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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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"AH!" The scream ripped from Grace's throat, and in the next moment, she was on the counter, crouching next to the toaster. "RICHARD!"

Richard blinked, running into the kitchen, hair still dripping from his short shower, "What? What happened?" His eyes flicked around for any sign of blood, and finding none, he settled his gaze of Grace.

She pointed under the fridge. "Get...get it out!"

He gave her an odd look before moving towards the fridge. A mouse scurried out from under the fridge, and Richard's hand was out, catching it before he'd thought about it. "This?" He turned, holding the mouse aloft by the tail.

She shrieked, ducking between the cabinet and the counter. "OUT! Out, out, out!"

He held the mouse at eye level. It was just a little thing... He let it climb onto his hand and quirked a brow at Grace. "Alright." He moved towards the front door.

She shuddered. Ew. She... could she touch him after he'd...?

He opened the front door and tossed the mouse gently out. He didn't want to hurt it, but... It'd scared Grace. He shook his head, moving back inside and shutting the door.

"Are... are there any more?" Yeah. Great Lupa she made... scared of a mouse.

Richard stepped back into the kitchen, "I don't think so. Are you all right?"

She blinked, slowly crawling down from her hiding place. "I... you should wash you hands."

He nodded, turning to wash his hands in the sink. "You didn't answer the question."

"Question?" She swallowed.

"If you're alright or not. You didn't answer."

"Oh. I'm... fine." Grace pushed her hair back, sighing.

Richard finished washing his hands, and dried them off with a towel. "Okay."

Shaking her head, Grace decided to finish cleaning later. "Um. We should call... our parents."

He nodded, buttoning the button on his pants. He'd thrown the jeans on without much thought as Grace screamed. "Yeah... do you want to call first?"

"Well... you can call your Ma first. Pa… Pa'll be... Pa."

He nodded, picking up the phone. He frowned slightly, fingers pausing over the numbers. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Just a bit shaky." She blinked at him. "Oh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean disrupt your shower..."

He shrugged, "It's okay, Love." He offered her a smile, dialing reluctantly.

Grace bit her lip, easing forward to hug him. "Thank you for saving me."

Richard wrapped an arm around her waist, holding the phone up to his ear. "You're welcome." He kissed her temple, listening to the phone ring. Please, please let them not be home... He'd leave a message... Really.

Grace nuzzled his chest. "Mmm."

He shivered, nearly wincing as his mother picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mom."

"Richard! About time you called. I didn't know you'd taken up procrastinating."

"It's a recent development."

"Not a very good one. Get rid of it."

"Yes, Ma'am." Richard nearly rolled his eyes, warping the word "Ma'am" till it sounded vaguely like "Mom."

Grace looked up at him, quirking a brow. "Tell her I said hello." Maybe the woman would see it as an olive branch… Not that they were fighting. His mom just… didn’t seem to like her.

"Of course, Love." He smiled, brushing a quick kiss over her lips.

"Is that Grace I hear?"

"Yes."

"Tell her I said hello."

"I'll be sure to do that." Richard's lips quirked. That was rather odd... Did they intentionally use the same words?

Grace nuzzled her lover, noting he was still wet and getting her thin white blouse damp wherever they touched.

Richard felt his chest tighten, and he shivered. His mother was talking, and he waited until she was finished before speaking. "Look... Grace and I have something to tell you."

"Oh?" One word, cutting, polite, and inquiring, all in one.

The Ulfric took a deep breath; bracing himself for whatever explosion his mother would give him. "We're engaged."

Grace scrunched up her face, hiding it in his chest.

"Really?" Charlotte sounded doubtful.

"Yes."

"That's wonderful! Let me talk to her, will you?"

Richard blinked, looking down at Grace. "Love... she wants to talk to you."

Grace blinked. "She's not angry, is she? Cause in that case, I might go hide..."

Richard covered the mouthpiece of the phone, "She doesn't sound angry. She sounded... pleased. I'd be worried, Love."

"Oh." Grace took the phone with a shaking hand. "Hello?"

"Hello, Grace."

"Charlotte." Swallowing, Grace bit her lip. "How are you?"

"Excellent, and you?"

Richard kissed the top of Grace's head, slipping his other arm around her waist.

"Well... I'm good..." She looked up at Richard, her eyes unsure.

"So, when is the wedding?"

Richard rubbed her back, kissing her temple.

"Oh. Um. We're... we're planning a small wedding next month and-"

"I trust I'll be invited." Richard winced inwardly. Oh boy. He knew that tone.

"Oh... I... of course." Grace shrunk down a bit, slouching. "And... and a larger one in the summer..."

Richard rested his head against hers, rubbing her back slowly.

"Alright. You'll take care of my idiot son, won't you?" Charlotte's voice had gone from cutting to teasing.

Grace blinked. "Charlotte... you don't have any idiot sons..."

"Well... that is debatable."

"Well... I suppose." Grace bit her lip. "And I'll take care of Richard the best I can. He's already proven himself useful, getting rid of a mouse for me..." And...

A soft laugh from the other end of the line, "Indeed. I'd best pass on the good news... Keep me updated."

"Alright. It was nice speaking with you."

"You too." The line clicked as Charlotte hung up.

Grace slowly pressed the off button. "Your mother called you an idiot." She blinked.

"I heard." Richard shook his head, "It went pretty well. She must've been in a good mood..."

"Yeah." Grace leaned up, kissing him.

He let his lips mould with hers for a moment before pulling back, "We need to call your parents."

She sighed. "Did you have to remind me?"

"No." He brushed his lips over hers.

"Evil. I have to find my phone card."

"I have one in my wallet."

"Richard... you're too helpful." Grace sighed. "Fetch it for me, will you?"

Richard smiled slightly, kissing the spot behind her ear before letting her go. "I'll be right back."

She bit her lip. "Mm. Thanks."

"Anytime." He moved out of the kitchen, disappearing into the bedroom.

Grace sighed, stretching. Alright... how should she tell them? Tell her Ma first or Pa? Maybe have them put on speakerphone? "Ma, Richard and I are engaged..."

Richard came back into the kitchen, opening his wallet. He pulled out the card and handed it to her, "Here."

"Thanks." She took it, and in a few seconds, the phone was ringing, from St. Louis to Tennessee.

"Hello?" Grace's Ma's voice was tired, the southern drawl thick.

"Ma? It's Grace..."

"Gracie, darlin'!" The smile was evident in her voice, "How are ya, luv?"

"Engaged." Grace gaped, clapping a hand over her mouth. God!

Richard fought back a laugh, wrapping his arms around Grace again.

"Excuse me?"

"I... Ma, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to just blurt it out there like that... Lord, I feel stupid. I'm sorry, Ma." Grace swallowed. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about how you said it, honey. Do you want to try that again?"

Richard kissed Grace's temple, suppressing a smile. Well. That was one way to tell them.

"Richard and I are engaged." Grace bit her lip, swallowing. "I ruined his surprise proposal by accident. It was horrid, but he's taking me anyway."

"Oh, my baby girl's gettin' married... How'd you ruin his surprise? It wasn't that bad, surely."

"Oh yes it was... He was buying the ring... I saw the car. He'd gotten me out of the house with a friend and we were going shopping... I had to go in and yell at him and..."

The older woman's laugh was soft, as if she didn't want to wake someone, "Next time you say it's horrid, I'll believe you, dove. When's the weddin'?"

Richard's lips quirked, and he rested his head against Grace's. It hadn't been the most graceful proposal, but it suited its purpose.

"We're planning a small wedding next month, and a larger one in the summer."

"Where?"

Grace stilled. "We... hadn't gotten that far."

"Well, I'll let you go so you can get plannin'. I'll tell your Pa about the weddin'."

"Alright. Love you, Ma."

"Love you too, dove." The line clicked dead.

Grace hung up the phone, looking up at Richard. "Ma wanted to know where it was..."

Richard nodded, "I haven't thought about it..." He sighed, "We should probably start looking."

"Well... would you like it in a church?"

"Love... I wouldn't care if it was in the gym at work." He brushed his lips over hers, "Mom might not appreciate it, but I don't much care. Wherever you want to have it, we'll have it."

"But... aren't you Episcopalian?"

"Yeah." He shrugged. Religion could stuff it, as long as he got married to Grace. Oh, his mother would kill him if she ever found out he'd thought that...

"We can be married in a church..."

"I don't care if we are or not, Love, just as long as it's you I'm marrying."

She sighed. "You are marrying me... but please... show an opinion other than that?"

He ran a hand through his hair, "Well...Do you want to have the ceremony in Missouri, or Tennessee?"

"The big one should be here because of the pack. That's at least... 350 people who’d come. Plus the school people, and family... and friends." Grace bit her lip. "Holy cow."

Richard blinked, "Indeed. We could have the private wedding in Tennessee, or there's always one of the churches here, or..." He shrugged.

Grace sighed, hugging him. "We'll do the small wedding in Tennessee, in a church. The big one can be outdoors, though still religious."

He hugged her back, "Alright... I love you."

"Mm. I love you too." She leaned up, brushing her lips over his.

He nipped gently at her bottom lip, "We need to tell the pack soon..."

She shivered. "I know."

"Mm... Do you want to tell them before or after we're married?"

She rested her head on his chest. "Why after?"

He shrugged, resting his chin on her head, "No one could object then... I don't think they will, but there's always a chance."

"We can tell then after." She kissed his chest. "You're wet..."

"Only a little." He licked his lips, shivering.

"Not really... most of it's absorbed into my shirt."

He smiled, brushing a kiss over her lips, "I noticed that."

"Mm. I'm cold now."

"I noticed that too." He chuckled, kissing the corner of her mouth.

She blushed. "Oh... be quiet you. It's your fault."

"I know." He smiled, brushing his lips over her jaw, "Think we can get you warm again?"

"Mm. Maybe."

"Maybe?" He quirked a brow.

"Yes. Yes... I think we can get me warm again... though I doubt the change will be noticeable."

He smiled slightly, "I think it will."

"Oh? How?"

"You'll see." He smirked, covering her mouth with his.

She made a noise in her throat, kissing him back. Lord...

He parted her lips with his, deepening the kiss, his arms tightening around her waist.

Grace met his tongue with hers, rubbing herself against his bare chest.

Richard shivered, his hands wandering over her clothed body.

She pressed tighter against him, letting her hands knead his back.

He swallowed, his hands finding their way into her shirt with little preamble.

She shivered, pulling back. "Can we... just the bed?"

"I was thinking that too..." He brushed his lips over hers before sliding his hands from her shirt, letting her lead him out of the kitchen.

She shivered again as the cool material touched her and she tugged the shirt up and over her head. "Better..."

He let his eyes trail over her and nodded, "Much."

She quirked a brow at him as she entered the bedroom. "Oh?"

His hands were on her hips before he was completely in the room. "Mm... I would've ripped the shirt trying to get it off you... glad you managed to keep it whole."

"Ripped it? Wild man." She leaned into him. "Mmm."

"You know it..." He brushed his lips over hers, before trailing them down her jaw, neck and shoulder.

She swallowed. "Mm. Richard..."

"Mm?" His lips traced the strap of her bra, and he tugged gently at it with his teeth.

"Yes..." Goose bumps raced down her spine, and heat pooled in her tummy.

His hand slid to her back, undoing the clasp holding the bra closed. He moved his move down between her breasts and took hold of her bra with his teeth, tugging it completely off her.

She shivered, biting her lip. "Oh."

He smiled slightly, "Oh?" His lips trailed over one of her breasts, and he traced her nipple with his tongue.

She whimpered, grabbing his shoulders. "You... you know."

"Mm... maybe..." His lips quirked against her chest, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth.

She cried out, grabbing at him.

His mouth worked on her breast, his hand coming to tease the other.

Her head tipped back, and she pressed into him.

He sucked at her nipple, his fingers stroking the other into tautness.

Her panties dampened further, and she bit her lip, whimpering.

He slid his other hand down to the button on her pants, fingers deftly opening it as his teeth scraped gently over the sensitive nub in his mouth.

"Richard..." She shuddered.

"Mm?" His fingers worked the zipper down, his hand sliding into her pants.

"I... nothing." She pressed against his strong hand.

He cupped her, fingers pressing up against her wet entrance.

She whimpered. "I... I'm gonna fall..."

He pulled his mouth back from her nipple, taking his hand off the other to push the door closed. "Lean against that if you need to." He brushed his lips over hers, softening the order-like quality of his words.

Grace swallowed, nodding as the wood met her back. "'kay..."

He let his hand slide down her side, fingers hooking in the waistband of her pants, easing them down her hips.

She blinked, watching his hand move.

He moved his other hand, tugging her panties down with her pants.

She followed the path of his arm with her eyes, reaching to do the same with her hand.

His hand shot out and caught her wrist in a gentle grip. He met her gaze and his lips quirked slightly, "In a minute, Love..."

She pouted slightly. "Fine..."

He nipped at her lower lip before kneeling in front of her, tugging her pants all the way down.

She pulled her lower lip into her mouth, sucking at it.

He kissed a line down her thighs, nudging them open.

Grace made a noise in her throat, standing there with her legs parted.

Richard parted her folds, his tongue and fingers dipping in to tease her arousal.

She cried out, grabbing his shoulders.

His tongue flicked over her clitoris, his fingers moving immediately back to her entrance.

"Richard... oh..." She bit her lip, her hips rocking.

He slid a finger inside her, pulling her nub into his mouth. Mm... she tasted sweet...

She moaned, leaning against the door. "Please..."

He sucked at her clitoris, moving his finger in a thrusting movement.

She quivered, biting her lip again. He felt so good...

He added another finger, his tongue stroking at the nub.

She rocked her hips, matching the rhythm of his fingers.

He scraped his teeth over her, fingers crooking slightly.

Grace cried out, gripping his shoulders again. "Richard.... Rich-"

Richard pulled his mouth back from her, "Gracie..."

She blinked down at him, swallowing. "Yeah?"

"Do you have any fantasies?" The thought had struck him out of nowhere, and it had plucked at his curiosity.

She blinked again. "Huh?" Where had that come from?

He repeated the question patiently, fingers still buried inside her.

"I... Oh..." Grace swallowed. Think. You can do that. Not this distracted we can't. Can too. Answer. "I... being tied up."

Richard blinked, his fingers shifting slightly in her, "Really?"

She whimpered, managing to nod.

He brushed his lips over her abdomen, "Tied up how?"

Her abdomen tightened. "Just... I dreamed.... you tied me up on the bed... just spread out for you... and you wouldn't let me... touch you." She scowled a bit there. "And you wanted me to scream for you. Again and again..."

"Mm... I'm liking this more and more..." A slow smile spread over his features. He had some rope somewhere... It was for a gardening project, on of the trees next to the house was tipping. He was going to brace it up, but the rope would have a better use now...

She blushed slightly. "What... what are you thinking?"

"I'll be right back." He pulled his fingers out of her, standing and brushing a quick kiss over her lips.

She gaped at him as he left the room. "Richard-" She heard the front door open, then heard him enter the garage. Huh.

He frowned, looking around the mess in the garage. Damn. He needed to clean in here... "Now's not the time..." He muttered, eyes lighting on the hardware bag in the corner. Excellent. He moved over to it, bare feet making little noise on the cement. Picking up the bag, he smiled as he pulled out the unused, soft white rope. Better than excellent.

Grace sighed, sitting down on the bed. He'd nearly brought her... then he'd...ugh. Meany. What could he need in the garage?

He shut the garage door, and trotted back into the house. Shutting the front door, he leaned against it for a moment before moving back into the bedroom.

The Lupa had flopped back on the bed, bent her left knee so that it was raised, and crossed her right leg over that. "Do...a deer... a female deer... re... a drop of golden sun.... mi-"

Richard shut the bedroom door with a sharp snap, hiding the rope behind his back.

She jumped, sitting up. "Rich!"

"Sorry. I had to get something." He smiled, stepping up to the bed, rope still hidden behind his back.

She quirked a brow, glad she'd kicked off her clothing before laying down. "Oh?"

"Mm." Damn. He'd need scissors, or a knife to cut the rope...

"You're awful serious..." She pulled a pillow in front of herself, hugging it. "What's wrong?"

Ah. Scissors in the bedside table... Perfect. "Nothing's wrong." He leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers.

Her arms loosened around the pillow, and she pressed her mouth to his. "You sure?"

"Very." His lips brushed hers as he spoke, and he switched the rope to one hand, the other cupping her face.

She shivered. "Rich... why'd you go to the garage?"

His hand moved, drifting down her neck and shoulder, "You'll see, Love."

"And why is your hand behind your back? Is it hurting again?"

He gripped her wrist gently, and as if he wasn't doing anything, exposed the rope and began to tie her wrist with the end of it. "Nope."

Grace felt her jaw drop open, and she gaped. "Rich-Richard... what are you doing?"

Richard's lips quirked, and he finished the knot with a flourish, "Nothing terribly important. Can you get the scissors from the drawer there, Love?"

She blinked. "I'm supposed to aid you in this?" She blinked at him, then shook her head, leaning over and pulling open the drawer.

He took them from her, struggling not to smirk, "Thank you." He made an estimate, rolling out about three feet of the rope and cutting it evenly. Moving to the head of the bed, he tugged at the rope gently, clearly wanting her to lay back.

She blinked at him, slowly laying down. "I'm trusting you, Rich."

He pressed a kiss to her lips before pulling back, "I know." He tied the end of the rope tightly to the bedpost.

Grace blinked at him, biting her lip. "When... when can I touch you?"

Richard moved around the bed, taking her other wrist in a gentle grip, "I don't know."

"But-" She let him position her, felt the rope against her skin.

He tied off her wrist and cut the rope at three feet again, "But what?"

"It's not fair to you..."

"So?" He tied the rope securely to the bedpost, and quirked a brow at her.

"So... it's not fair?" She blinked, her mind confused.

He walked to the foot of the bed, his fingers barely touching her ankle, "Love... You don't need to touch me for it to be a good experience."

She shivered, swallowing. "If... if that's what you want." His hand on her ankle felt good, and she blushed. What a weird erogenous zone.

He didn't notice her blush, concentrating on tying her ankle securely, but not too tightly.

She shifted on the bed. "Well."

"Well?" He cut off a foot of rope, and tied her ankle to the bedpost nearest to it.

"You... you found another feel good spot..."

"Oh?" He blinked, quirking a brow at her as he moved to her other ankle.

She shivered as his fingers met her skin. "Mm."

His fingers stroked her ankle gently, "Here?"

"I... yes..." She shifted on the bed. "Feels good..."

"How good?" The light calluses on his fingers rubbed against her ankle, and he watched her face.

She whimpered, and her back arched slightly, her body unsure of how to react.

"Mm... very good." He smiled slightly, and began to bind her ankle to the last bedpost.

"Very... very good?"

"Mmhm..." He finished off the knot then shot her a grin, "How's the fantasy coming along?"

"I... good." She swallowed, and went to reach for him. "Darn it!"

His lips quirked, and he crawled onto the bed, brushing his lips over hers.

She shivered. "Richard..."

"Yes, Love?" He kneeled between her legs, his hands resting on her hips.

"Please..."

One of his hands slid down to her inner thigh, "Please what?"

"To...touch me?" She shifted against him.

His hand moved to cup her, "Here?"

Grace pressed against his hand the best she could. "Y...yes..."

Richard pressed his fingers against her entrance, leaning down over her to nip at her jaw.

She whimpered his name, rocking her hips.

His fingers pulled back slightly, "Now, Gracie... that wasn't nearly loud enough..."

She blinked at him, pouting. "You weren't doing nearly enough yet, Richard." She swallowed. "You want a scream... you need to work more.”

He smiled slightly, "I'll remember that." He slid a finger inside of her, thumb pressing demandingly down on her clitoris.

She tried to bite it back, but a startled scream jerked from her, and her hips bucked.

He fought back a smirk as he thrust his finger into her, his thumb stroking her nub now, "Like that?"

She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as whimpers rose from her.

He slid another finger into her, watching her face. Hmm...

She moved her hips with his hand, swallowed. "Ri...Richard... feels..."

He crooked his fingers inside her, pressing hard on her nub again.

Her eyes shot open, a half scream coming from her.

He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, the lightly callused surface catching slightly on it.

She whimpered, her body tightening around his fingers. "Ri...Richard..."

"Yes?" He quirked a brow at her, his fingers crooking teasingly.

"Please... I... want..."

"Want...?" He nipped gently at her jaw.

"You... you. Please..." She looked at him, green eyes dark and pleading.

"You have me." His lips twitched, and he rocked his hand into her.

"N...no." She shook her head. "In me..."

Oh... She'd hit him when her arms were free... "I am."

Grace growled, and her arm moved to hit him... only to be stopped by the rope. She growled again, glaring at the restriction.

He watched her struggle for a moment before he pulled his fingers free, and concentrated on manipulating her clitoris.

"Richard..." She whimpered his name, and then stilled, just letting him touch her.

He moved his mouth back down to her breasts, tugging gently at her nipples with his teeth.

She cried out, pressing against his mouth.

He pulled one of the taut nubs into the silky wetness of his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Grace's body tightened further, her cries becoming more frantic.

Richard nipped gently at the skin surrounding it, and pulled back, moving his mouth to the other.

She arched her back and came, screaming his name.

He pulled back as she collapsed back onto the bed. "Well...that went well..."

She panted, blinking at him. "Uhn..."

He brushed his lips over hers, "Mm... I've rendered you speechless..."

"Jerk." She sighed, snuggling into the pillow. "Wanted you with me..."

He smiled slightly, "I love you too."

She licked her lips. "I do... love you."

"I know." He kissed the corner of her mouth, his hands moving to rest on her hips again.

She shivered, catching his mouth more fully with hers.

He nipped gently at her lower lip, his lips teasing hers open.

She felt his tongue enter her mouth, and she kissed him back with all her being.

His eyes shut and he tilted his head into the kiss. "Mm..."

Grace sighed, wishing she could touch him as they kissed.

Richard broke the kiss, opening his eyes. "I think it's time to make you scream again..."

She blinked, pouting. "Richard-"

"Mm?" He kissed a line down between her breasts, stopping at her bellybutton to look up at her.

"What... what are you doing?"

"Not sure." He kissed down to her abdomen. "Making it up as I go along."

She swallowed. "But I want-" He interrupted.

"I know, Gracie." He kissed down the line of her hipbone.

She bit her lip. Fine... his way.

He parted her folds with his tongue, his hands resting on her hips, ready to hold them down.

She cried out, shifting beneath him. Lord...

He stroked her clitoris for a moment before moving his mouth down, his tongue teasing her entrance.

She whimpered, struggling to stay still.

He teased her, his tongue dipping in, then pulling back out.

"P...ple-" She cut herself off, shaking her head.

He pulled back, unbuttoning his pants. There. That's what he'd been waiting for... For her to stop herself.

She swallowed, glancing down at him. "Richard?"

"Gracie." He unzipped his pants, looking up briefly to quirk a brow at her.

"You... why now?" She frowned, confused.

He eased his pants down his hips, "You stopped yourself from saying please. That's why."

She shook her head. "Huh?"

"Never mind." His lips quirked, and he stood from the bed, freeing himself from his pants.

She swallowed, watching him. "That makes no sense."

"I know." He smiled slightly, crawling back onto the bed.

Grace watched him, the liquid movement of his body. "Richard... you're..."

"Losing weight again?" Richard glanced down at himself. Nope. He hadn't gained any weight to lose it.

"Odd."

He chuckled softly, "I know."

She shivered at the sound. "I suppose."

"Cold?" He quirked a brow, trying not to smirk.

"Yes... that's what started this, remember."

"I remember." He brushed a kiss over her lips, "How are we going to warm you up this time?"

"It's cold there..." She bit her lip, trying to indicate where she wanted him most.

He shifted, pressing himself against her center. "Here...?"

She swallowed a moan. "Yes..."

"Mm... cold anywhere else?"

"My... my chest... I..." She sighed. "Richard... please. You know what I want..."

He brushed his lips over hers, "Yes... I do." He nipped gently at the corner of her mouth before lowering his head to her breasts again.

Grace swallowed, watching his lips move over her skin.

Richard pulled one of her nipples into his mouth for a moment, getting it thoroughly wet before pulling back and blowing on it.

She shivered, biting at her lip.

He pulled it back into his mouth, warming the erect nub with his tongue.

She managed to raise he hips, pressing against him. "Richard..."

He drew in a sharp breath through his nose, and let go of her nipple. "Yes?"

"I want you. Inside of me. And if you don't, I'll break these ropes and take you anyway."

His lips quirked, and he pressed against her entrance. "You're sure?"

She glared, her eyes flashing slightly.

He took that as a yes, pushing inside her.

She cried out, her back arching as he bumped the end of her passage as always. It felt good, painful but... good.

He took a shaky breath, suppressing his moan out of habit. "Gracie..." He pressed his face into her neck, swallowing.

"So hot..." She swallowed, nuzzling him.

He shivered, kissing her neck. "Love you..." He pulled out, starting his thrust.

"Mmm.... love you..." She moved with him, licking her lips. "Too."

He shut his eyes, a groan escaping him as she clenched herself around him.

She turned her head, nipping his shoulder.

He shivered again, reaching between them to where they were joined.

Grace stilled for a moment, then continued to move with him. The touch was intense, upon many other intense feelings.

His fingers found her clitoris, and he continued his steady thrusts. At least he was sure she was warm...

"K...kiss me?" Grace licked her lips.

Richard swallowed, his mouth claiming hers.

She parted her lips, caressing his mouth with hers.

He deepened the kiss, shivering as her tongue met his.

Grace moved to cup the back of his head, only to be stopped by the ropes. She growled, jerking the rope so that it snapped. She'd have a rub burn on her wrist, but she didn't care.

Richard blinked as he felt her hand on the back of his head. Wait... She'd broken the ropes? That would explain the growl... He pulled back slightly from the kiss, nibbling at her lower lip as his hips tilted slightly in their thrusting movements.

She cried out into his mouth, breaking the other rope so that she could hold him closer still.

He broke the kiss completely, panting, "What's... the point... of tying... you, if you just... break the ropes?" He swallowed. Maybe he should use chains...

She pouted. "I... wanted to touch you?"

"Mm... you can now..." He kissed her neck, thrusting harder into her.

She shivered, sliding her hands through his damp and tangled hair as she cried out low in her throat.

"God, Gracie..." He nipped gently at the curve of her neck, his fingers stroking her clitoris.

She tightened around him, her hands fisting in his hair. "Cl...close."

He thrust harder into her, pressing on her sensitive nub.

She shuddered. So close... once more... She ground against him.

He ground back into her, his fingers moving out of the way.

Grace came, her hips bucking as she screamed, the sound unexpected, though not that unusual.

Richard froze as she exploded around him, holding off his own orgasm. Lord... He loved that sound, and the feelings that came with it. Her other scream was much less pleasurable.... This one, however, had a throaty quality to it that was purely Grace.

Slowly she came back down, swallowing. "Ri..."

"Mm?" He kissed her neck tenderly, shifting inside her.

"You... you didn't..."

"No..."

'Wh... why?" She licked her lips.

"Wasn't that close yet..." He brushed his lips over the soft spot behind her ear.

She frowned, feeling bad for having left him behind.

He shifted inside her again, swallowing.

Grace swallowed, brushing her lips over his. "Well... now it's your turn..."

Richard returned the brushing kiss, "Is it?”

"Mmm... sorry I-"

"Don't be." He kissed the corner of her mouth.

She blinked slowly, then shrugged. "Your turn..." She rocked her his.

He swallowed, starting another thrust, "You're coming with me..."

"Three?" She blinked. "I... oh..."

His fingers had moved back down between them, and they located her clitoris without hesitation.

She nipped his jaw, hard enough that there was a love bite. The mark however, immediately began to fade.

He moaned, thrusting hard into her in return.

She whimpered, wishing she could wrap her legs around him.

He swallowed, continuing the rather hard thrusts. God...

"Rich... feel... hot. Please..."

"Please...?" He held his climax at bay, thrusting into her again.

She writhed beneath him, tightening. "Close..."

"Gracie..." He ground hard into her, moving his hand to her hip.

"Mm.... love... it when you... ah!" She ended up screaming, coming around Richard, her wetness increasing like a flood.

He groaned, the sound mingling with her scream as he came with her.

Grace swallowed, panting as she felt his seed spread, deciding she loved that sensation.

The room was quiet except for their combined pants, and finally Richard spoke. "Love you..."

"Mm. I love you too..."

He nuzzled her neck, "What were you saying? Before you came..."

"Oh. I love it when you call me Gracie..."

"Mm..." He smiled slightly, "Why's that?"

"I... just do..." She licked her lips. "Your voice when you say it..."

He pulled out of her slowly, reaching behind him to jerk the ropes off the bedposts. "Mm... So... you love me calling you Gracie, and I love it when you scream?" He shook his head, smiling slightly.

"Mm." She blinked. "Why is that? With the screaming?"

"It's a sound that only you can make, and it's that particular scream... It's like music, but... not." He shrugged, sitting up and untying one of her ankles.

She bit her lip. "I suppose."

He slid his fingers over her ankle absently before moving to the other, untying it almost lazily.

She shivered. "Rich..."

"Mm?" He looked up from untying the rope, his hands pausing.

"Recall what we found out when you were tying my up?"

"Ah..." He smiled slightly, leaning down and brushing his lips over her ankle before letting it go.

She shivered again, pulling her legs up. "Evil..."

He chuckled softly, "Maybe... May I see your wrists?"

She bit her lip, slowly extending them towards him.

He took one, untying it slowly. His brow furrowed as the red burns were exposed to him, "Love..." His fingers brushed lightly over the burns, watching as they faded slowly, nothing rubbing against them to keep them there.

She shifted. "It's fine..."

Richard took her other wrist, untying it with more care than the first, "Maybe we should try scarves next time."

"Mm... alright. We'll do that when I tie you up."

He blinked, looking up at her face, "Who said anything about tying me up?"

"Me." She smiled, licking her lips. "That's the second fantasy."

He swallowed, "I think I'm liking this fantasy thing..."

"Do you have a fantasy, Richard?" She shifted until she could brush her lips over the soft skin behind his ear.

"Mm... several." He turned his head, trying to catch her lips with his.

"Oh? Tell me..."

"Being tied up is definitely the most recent..."

"And..." She nibbled a line along his jaw.

He swallowed, a shiver racing down his spine, "Can't... can't think of them..."

She pouted, leaning back from him. "Aw..."

He licked his lips, "Sorry."

"I shared though..."

"Mm... Yes, you did." Hmm... should he tell her the one about throwing her over his desk at Seckman, or should he keep that to himself?

Sighing, Grace hugged him. "I need to shower, then finish cleaning the kitchen."

Richard slipped his arms around her waist and moved, pinning her beneath him, "I can think of one fantasy off the top of my head, and it's got nothing to do with the kitchen."

She blinked at him, her breath hitching at the sudden change. "Oh."

He nipped at her jaw, "Mm... do you want to hear it?"

"I... yes." She shivered, shifting beneath him.

He nibbled gently, speaking between nips. It didn't take him long to describe the scenario, and his voice was low as he spoke, promising... something.

She shook beneath him, closing her eyes. "Richard..."

"Yes?" A small smile played with his lips as he soothed the fading red marks with soft kisses.

"I wish we could do that..." She swallowed, pressing against him.

He pressed back against her, "Me too, Love..."

"Well... do we have a desk...?"

"I think we do... In one of the spare bedrooms..."

"Then... let's go pretend."
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