Dispute Resolution

Chapter Thirteen

Gray allowed Quinn to lead him into her bedroom, aroused by the thought of being the submissive one this time. He didn't usually surrender control, anywhere. Not in the bedroom, the boardroom or in his relationships. But he'd screwed up this morning and he would do anything to gain her trust again. Besides, he'd already lost so much control around Quinn as it was, why not let it go just that bit further. She guided him into her bedroom and made him stand beside the bed.

"So anything I want, huh?" Quinn's eyes raked up and down his frame. "Get naked."

His cock hardened just a little bit more at her command. He did as she asked and when he was completely undressed, she stood back from him as she admired him naked for the first time. He'd barely undressed when they'd been in his office earlier, and even if he had undressed, she had been too busy lying horizontal on his desk to see him. He let her look now, supremely confident as he stood there in front of her. His erection was already massive and he felt one hundred percent masculine in her presence.

"Gray, you're so amazing." She couldn't stop staring at him and he was getting impatient.

"Quinn, if you don't do something soon, I'm going to take over and run this show instead."

"No way, my turn," she said taking a step into him.

He laughed softly as she lifted a determined hand toward his chest, placing a flat palm in the centre and raking her hands down over his bare chest. Her fingernails scraped over his flat nipples and he sucked in a sharp breath. She smiled up at him salaciously as she explored his body. From beneath his hooded lids, he watched her. She leant in and placed a kiss on his chest and he got a waft of her scent- a feminine perfume mixed with the smell of soap. The urge to leap tackle her onto her bed was strong. She flattened her palm in the centre of his chest again, pushing gently, indicating that she wanted him to lie down on the bed. He lay down in the middle and she stood above him for a moment before she crawled over the top of him and nestled herself over his thighs, straddling him.

"This is so much fairer," she said.

"How is this fair?" he asked, his hips shifting a fraction upward.

"I was completely naked in your office before while you got to keep your clothes on."

"Wouldn't you rather skin to skin contact?" he asked, rubbing his cock against her clit through her clothes.

"Mmm," she moaned, wriggling back against him. "Soon."

He grabbed her hips to anchor her down, but she grabbed his hands and placed them above his head, holding them in place and bringing her face within inches of his. He could've overpowered her at any point, but he didn't. Their eyes locked and held. Gray arched his head toward hers and tried to kiss her but she evaded him, ducking her head out of the way just as his lips would've touched hers. She smiled wickedly and it was then he knew Quinn was going to play with him.

"I thought I was in control here," she said as she rose completely from the bed and moved over to her walk in wardrobe. "I don't have handcuffs," she said over her shoulder. "But I do have this."

She pulled out a long, teal coloured scarf. Gray would've expected pink, but then Quinn didn't strike him as a girly girl. He knew exactly what she had in mind and he had no intention of stopping her. In fact, he offered up his hands when she moved over him and allowed her to tie him up with the silky length of material. She didn't have bedposts to secure him, but that was irrelevant. He realised the whole point was to heighten their pleasure by allowing Quinn to have control and he felt like he was going to come like a teenager at the thought.