And tied up on his bed, with the threat of punishments hanging over me, there’s no choice but to comply.
Alex watches as I reveal myself to him, nowhere left to hide in whatever game he wants to play next. His gaze falls between my legs, to my perfectly smooth and oh-so-sensitive pussy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and I blink up at him, not expecting either the compliment or the note of reverence in his tone.
It’s rare enough to hear him swear. To hear it directed at me? In this context? With the hunger and desire in his voice?
I can’t help the shiver that runs through me, because it changes everything.
The humiliation now serves a purpose. My restraint now meets his needs. The interest that was so very absent for the last five months of our relationship is back, more intense than ever. This man, who I always secretly thought was too good for me, now wants me forme.
It’s recognition of what I only dared to dream. Perhaps I could’ve had it all along, if only I’d chosen to submit to him.
I’m not sure how I feel about that. I don’t see myself as submissive, though it’s obvious he’s dominant. Yet if we’re going to play like this, we should be clear with each other. Communication matters, right?
“I don’t know who you’ve tied up before,” I venture, “but I’m not a sub.”
“If you were, I wouldn’t be interested.” He chuckles, deep and low, and the sound pulls at me. It’s just so… controlling. So fucking sexy. Sohim.“No, Tink, there’s no challenge in taking what’s freely given.”
“Uh-huh.” Consistent to form. “And… uh… my safeword for these games?”
“No safeword, and these aren’t games,” he replies with indifference. “You’re mine, and I’ll do what I want with you.”
My breath catches, and I can’t draw another.
And apparently that covers all the communication needed. My mind’s blank anyway. I can’t think of a response, or anything intelligent to say.
And he can, too. Do whatever he wants. I’m bound, naked and helpless, my legs spread wide.
Alex takes his time walking around to the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving my body. My heart’s racing. I know what he can see: my arousal, obvious at the juncture of my thighs, now fully bared to his gaze. There’s no hiding it. I’ve never been fully smooth down there or so blatantly exposed, and it’s… like I’m on offer.
He sets one knee onto the bed then climbs on, edging toward me with a deliberate slowness that makes me want to close my legs and curl up in a ball. Or arch my back, lift my hips, and give myself to him. I’m not sure which.
The anticipation is the worst thing… or the best thing. I don’t even know how he’s going to examine me, what he’ll find when he does, or what he’ll then do. But what are my chances of getting out of this without more punishments, more pain?
He lowers until he’s lying between my legs, his face mere inches from my sex. And I’m still spread wide, fully open to him.
“You’re gorgeous, and you’re mine,” he murmurs, and I’m wet enough to feel a hint of his breath on me. I bite my lip at the sensation.
I know he intends to ‘check me,’ but I’m still wholly unprepared when his hands press against my inner thighs, pushing my legs up and back, spreading them wider still, opening me. Then it’s not his fingers I feel, but his tongue. The sensation makes me gasp, body tensing. He licks slowly, up through my folds to my clit, and I’m helpless to resist. I can’t squirm away, I can’t push him off, I can’t even close my legs.
Why do you want to, anyway?
He pushes his tongue into my hole, burying his face in me, the coarse sharpness of his stubble prickling against my overly sensitive labia, and I cry out. I’ve been aroused for so long, my body on edge, my expectations set for a clinical examination and punishments, not…this.
When was the last time Alex went down on me? I can’t remember. Too long. Not since our initial lust for each other faded, all too quickly.
It’s back now, and with a vengeance.
His tongue drives my arousal higher, and I’m whimpering before I even realize. His hands grip my legs, bending them further back, keeping me open just as he wants me, and he licks again and again, likea man possessed.
It’s too intense. It’s too much. My body tightens, my breaths getting short, my orgasm approaching with a suddenness I’m not prepared for, and he’s barely touched my clit.
Then he stops, pulling back.
“Don’t you dare,” he growls from between my legs. “If you want to come, you’ll beg for it. You’ll come when I say so, and not before.”
Fuck.
