There's a drawing in this chapter that I shared (completely out of context) in a subreddit five months ago. How does it feel simultaneously like yesterday and an eternity since then?
Folks were trying to figure out the context. Well ... now you'll know.
The saying holds that the world is supported by an infinite stack of increasingly larger turtles.
Much like that, this fic is supported by an infinite collection of increasingly smutty scenes. Ok it's not that bad, but ... this chapter is pretty much little else. The last at least has some substance outside that. Anyway, of the spice in this story, this is probably my favorite ... although I'm pretty sure I've said that before. LOL
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Grace stood outside the closed door of the radio tower. Listening.
Alastor could hardly get through a sentence without laughing.
She wondered how he was still conscious; he was laughing so much he could scarcely catch his breath.
More news had apparently emerged on the hacked city billboards; they were sharing increasingly graphic and embarrassing details about the Vees.
Now that Kofax had gotten a taste of this kind of power and chaos, Grace wondered if she’d created a monster.
Worth it.
Grace tested the doorknob, stunned to find Alastor had left the door unlocked. Why would he have done that? Sure, the “On Air” sign was lit up above the door, and everyone else would certainly know the danger in ignoring it. Maybe he knew he didn’t need to lock the door since nobody was brave—or stupid—enough to enter, regardless of the “On Air” warning. Perhaps he had been in such a hurry to get on the air that he forgot or just didn’t want to waste precious moments.
Maybe he left it unlocked specifically for her.
After a brief hesitation during which she made a failed attempt at talking some sense into herself, she silently let herself into his broadcast booth.
He turned in his chair, studying her with a dazzling smile, the smile of someone who was truly, genuinely happy.
Alastor rose to his feet slowly. “Did you do this?”
Be cool. You didn’t do anything. “Do what?” she replied, her voice impressively level.
“Hacking Vee Tower? Blocking Valentino’s websites from their users? The hilariously embarrassing billboards about Vox?”
Grace laughed. “Like I could do such things! You give me way too much credit, Radio Demon.” She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the door, closing it with her weight. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin doing stuff like that!”
Alastor leveled a challenging stare at her. “My dear. Little. Fawn.” His voice dipped lower and lower with each word until he growled, “You’re lying.”
She maintained his stare in silence.
“I know what happened to the Vees was your doing.”
Grace smirked. “Prove it.”
His eyes darkened and he snapped his fingers.
An ethereally glowing green chain materialized out of thin air, one end of which linked to a cuff encircling the entirety of her neck, the other end of which was clutched in Alastor’s hands.
“What is this?” Grace gasped, her hands clawing at it, searching for a clasp, a release, something. Anything!
“Your panic is delectable.” He chuckled deeply. “This, my dear, is the chain that tethers your soul to mine for the rest of eternity.” With a swift jerk of his right arm, he used the chain to yank Grace to her knees before him. Shock resonated through her thighs from the impact of her knees to the floor. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep a pained whimper from escaping her lips. “Lie to me again that you had nothing to do with what happened to the Vees.”
She ground her teeth together, her fingers continuing to probe the collar at her neck as she maintained his stare. “I don’t know how to code or hack. I can barely use my smartphone, for fuck’s sake!” Which … is also a lie.
Why can’t I stop lying to him?!
He squeezed the chain and an electric shock rushed through Grace’s body, originating from the collar. That was a deep, deep, lingering pain. Down into her bone marrow kind of deep. The type to whisk her breath away and take her to her knees—if both those things weren’t already happening.
Oh. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop lying. Do that again. Yet she couldn’t quite bring herself to articulate it; that was a little too scary.
Alastor’s eyes narrowed on her. “But you’re friends with someone who can do those things. Someone who likes you enough to do anything you request, especially if it’s something she already enjoys. Someone you claimed said you owed her something?”
Grace snapped, “Vox deserved everything I put into motion. And it still wasn’t enough!”
“I thought so.” He chuckled wickedly, winding the excess chain around his wrists as he approached her. “Did you do it for me?”
She answered without thinking, “No. It was all for myself.” Why of all the things she should have lied to him about, she didn’t lie about this?
“That’s my girl.” His smile grew and he chuckled deeply. “Bratty! Little! Fawn!”
Alastor stopped a foot in front of her. He was taller than she was already, but when kneeling at his feet, he was a giant. She had to crane her neck to maintain his gaze.
She felt exceptionally tiny.
Exceptionally at his mercy.
And this disparity was exceptionally delicious.
Kneeling before Alastor put her mouth at just the right level to do what she’d dreamed of for weeks, now.
She swallowed hard, biting her lower lip. “Wrap your chain around my body so tightly the links bruise and break my skin.”
His narrowed eyes popped open, eyebrows shooting toward the ceiling. Despite his surprise—or maybe it was excitement—he snapped, “You didn’t ask.”
Grace growled, “Choke me with it.”
“I! Said! Ask!” He punctuated each exclamation with a tug of the chain that made Grace lose her balance.
She straightened. “Would you choke me with this chain?”
“Better,” Alastor said, although his tone made her think he didn’t fully feel like it was an improvement. “Now ask nicely.”
After a hesitation, he wordlessly fulfilled her request, winding the chain first around her waist, then pulling her arms behind her and wrapping it in a loose figure-eight around them.
He pulled on it slowly, each link sliding across her skin serving as a reminder that she was his. His. His. His.
Each reminder adding sparks of desire for Alastor in her chest.
The chain became painfully taut around her body, sending more sparks of electricity across her skin.
“I’m at your mercy. Let me serve you. Let me service you.” Grace’s voice went husky: “Let me worship you, Alastor.” She maintained his gaze as she breathed, “I would kiss the very ground you walk on if it pleased you.”
His breathing grew markedly labored. “Seeing you … like this … makes me think thoughts I wish I wouldn’t.”
Alastor added the links from his right hand to his left.
Grace’s gaze dipped to follow the motion; his right hand hovered over his fly.
His very taut fly.
“Please,” she whispered.
He took a long breath, lowering the zipper with the same deliberate leisurely pace as he had in pulling the chain tight around Grace’s body. Alastor maneuvered his stiff cock through the open fly.
She gazed up at him, saliva pooling in her mouth in anticipation. “My Overlord,” she exhaled. “If you permit me, I could make you feel pleasure unlike anything you could even begin to imagine.”
He towered over her, putting temptation mere inches from her face. “Do you want it?”
She couldn’t take her eyes off it.
“So much …”
“Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth. Try to gag me with that monster cock of yours. Bruise the back of my fucking throat. Make it so I can’t eat for days!”
Alastor glowered down at her, tugging back on the chain; it tightened around her forearms. “You’ve been a demanding little fawn, Grace. You know I dislike that.”
He wrapped his free hand around the base of his cock, caressing her cheek with its broadside. Drawing it down her nose and then tracing her lips with its tip.
She noticed he wasn’t smiling inasmuch as he was gritting his teeth as if struggling to restrain himself, to maintain his composure.
Out of sheer desperation for him, she swiped its glistening tip with her tongue.
Alastor, absolutely agonized, took a giant step away from her, putting his swollen cock well beyond her reach.
She grinned defiantly. “You’re salty. Delicious.”
He bent forward at his waist and snatched her face between his index finger and thumb, pinching her cheeks painfully. “It wasn’t your turn yet,” he berated. “You greedy little thing! For that, I’ll make you wait even longer for it.”
He jerked her face to the side, exposing her neck. Grace trembled with excitement. “Destroy me, Radio Demon!”
Alastor chuckled wickedly, pressing his lips to the side of her neck. Again, and again, he kissed her softly, peppering Grace’s neck and collarbone with light kisses.
Tears spilled down her cheeks; his gentle touches devastated her. She had been certain he was neither capable of feeling feelings that would lead him to wanting to treat anyone this way, nor interested in treating anyone this way.
She assumed he was doing this as a form of punishment—in a way, he was tormenting her; Grace already loved him so much it hurt and this was only amplifying those feelings.
Or maybe he knew fully well what he was doing, knew the effect he had on her, and was following through with her request to be destroyed.
This treatment took torment to a whole new level. “Oh, thank you!” she sobbed.
“Gratitude,” he murmured between kisses, his staticky voice steeped in appreciation. “I like this development.”
Kisses gave way to sucking and nipping. He even put his mouth on hers, a good, thorough, deep kiss that left Grace breathless.
“Please Alastor,” she gasped, hearing her breath quiver with anticipation. “Let me show you what pleasure I can give you! I want to savor you!”
“You asked so nicely.” He straightened.
Grace scooted forward on her knees to put his cock within her reach and dragged her tongue up and down the length of him. She tried unsuccessfully to wrap her tongue around his girth, falling back on an old favorite action of swirling the tip of his cock in slow, lazy circles. She sucked him between her lips, grazing the ridge of his head with her teeth. She savored every vein, committing each detail of his anatomy to her memory.
Alastor drew in a long yet quiet breath, his posture changing almost imperceptibly.
Undeterred by his silence, she continued licking and sucking, worshipping every inch of him with her tongue and lips until finally she couldn’t stand the silence anymore.
She leaned back, gazing up at him. “C’mon, moan, goddamn you! Give me something—anything—to show me you’re enjoying this!”
“Ask nicely,” he scowled.
“For fuck’s sake, Alastor!” Tears filled her eyes. “Please?”
Breathlessly, he replied, “Isn’t it enough for you that I lose my composure around you? That I’ve let you in this far? That I have nightmares of you breaking me?”
“I just want to hear you moan my name!”
“Grace—” It wasn’t a moan, it wasn’t a gasp. But there was undeniable need in his tone.
Alastor must have finally lost the battle with his resolve. He snatched Grace by the back of the head with his free hand and proceeded to fuck her mouth without abandon.
Of all the souls she’d ever gone down on, none had ever approached it was such savagery. Alastor thrust every bit as hard and violently as he had when he screwed her on her bed.
Was this the upshot of his inexperience or a reflection of his sadistic disposition?
After a while, he paused his thrusts and withdrew, lifting Grace’s face by her chin.
Her eyes watered enough that tears streamed down her cheeks as she regarded him, trying to catch her breath during this minute reprieve.
“Where do you want me finishing?” Alastor panted, holding his drool-coated cock gingerly. His voice strained, he added, “Decide quickly!”
She smirked. “I wanna taste you.”
Alastor obliged her. He’d been so close to coming that it took only two more thrusts before he crushed her face against himself, his cock throbbing with release against her tongue.
He retreated, the chain slackening as he took several steps away and rested against the radio control panel, staring at Grace in bewildered silence, his breathing loud and ragged.
Grace swallowed his cum and winced from the pain at the back of her throat before drawing her tongue along her raw lips. “Delectable.”
The chain vanished unceremoniously from around her neck.
Still, he stared at Grace in silence. She rose to her feet.
Try as she might, she hadn’t gotten Alastor to moan. His silence was killing her all over again.
But at least he gave her this: “You’re such a good little fawn. A very good little fawn.”
She luxuriated in his praise for a few moments until her phone buzzing desperately in her pocket drew her attention from him. She was grateful for the distraction from the ‘now-what?’ awkwardness. There would be no cuddling, no falling asleep in his arms. He certainly wouldn’t pursue her orgasm and she wasn’t about to demand it. Or ask for it. Or beg, even if he told her to or praised her for it.
“Excuse me,” she croaked.
Grace had never seen Kofax use any capital letters before in her texts. Or punctuation, for that matter.
And the string of emojis she sent was concerning, to say the least. Grace was almost too afraid to respond.
Oh
shit.
Grace slowly glanced over to Alastor’s desk.
The control panel displays were still alight.
She glanced at him; he was still dazed.
He’s so cute when he’s dazed, Grace thought, as if she didn’t think he was cute all the time.
Did he realize he’d just broadcast his afternoon delight across Pentagram City? He couldn’t have known. There was no way he’d have done that deliberately.
Alastor would probably find out eventually but Grace wasn’t about to be the one to say it.
She doubted she’d get Alastor to snuggle.
But after stuffing her phone back into her pocket, Grace approached him slowly, her arms outstretched.
He pulled her into a gentle embrace and clung to her.
She could feel his heart still racing in his chest.
The final installment of Fifty Shades of Grace--
Stay sane, deer friends!
Oh, I’m sure he knew 😁😁😁