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I absolutely will do it again, though.
“It’s too late for apologies now, sweetheart,” Alexander says matter-of-factly.
He stands, bringing me with him. He carries me in his arms gently, like he’s afraid I’ll break. We cross the expanse of the bathroom and into the adjoining bedroom.
This one is smaller than the first one Ingrid showed me to, but not as sentimental. There’s a king bed set in a brass frame, and white oak furniture decorates the rest of the room.
Alexander has me stand on the thick, fluffy carpet at the side of the bed, while he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. For a few fleeting moments, I’m looking down at him. It’s an intoxicating feeling, and it makes me wonder if that’s how he feels all the time with me. His ice blue eyes are almost gray in the wan light, his lips like a dark bruise.
“Get on your knees.”
I sink to my knees without hesitation.
My lips part in anticipation, expecting him to force me to give him head. But the command never comes. Instead, I watch with wide eyes as Alexander gets his cock out of his boxers and starts stroking himself in front of me.
“What are you doing?” My voice comes out as a shocked whisper.
He can’t possibly.
He chuckles, and I hate that every vibration of his laugh seems to reverberate directly through my sensitive flesh.
“I’m getting off,” he says, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “This is the only way to punish you. You’ll get off if I do it any other way.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Earlier today you came just from sucking my cock. So, this is your punishment, sweetheart. You’re going to watch me, and wish I was fucking that pretty little cunt of yours.”
My mouth falls open.
Alexander smiles. He fucking smiles. Even though my hands are bound, my feet aren’t. I could get up and walk away—maybe not leave the room because I’m naked and I can’t get dressed with my hands bound—but I could at least turn my back to him so I don’t have tosee.
I could, but I don’t.
As I watch Alexander run his hands along the thick, veiny shaft of his cock, I realize that Iwantto see this. It’s a sick kind of torture, watching him pleasuring myself while feeling the burning ache to be filled. He stops and holds his hand out to me.
“Spit,” he says.
I do as he asks, and then he’s back to stroking his cock, this time with the added lubricant of my saliva.
“You get me so fucking hard, sweetheart,” he groans, palming his cock. “You see this? It’s all you.”
Am I into this?The throbbing that intensifies between my legs is an affirmative answer. He keeps his eyes locked with mine, and I can’t decide what to look at.
His face, overcome with lust and the triumph of beating me at my own game—his darkened eyes have fire in them, flickering with intensity as they bore a hole into my skin—or his impressive cock. The tip of it is pink, a little lighter than his lips, glistening with a mix of my saliva and pre-cum. There’s the phantom feeling too; just from looking I can practically feel it in my mouth.
Oh God.
The throbbing in my core turns painful. This is too much. Alexander’s hands on himself move quicker, seeming to match the frenetic energy building in the air. He bucks his hips andfuckdo I wish I was on top of him, that he was fucking me like that.
Spreading my legs, I sink further on to the rug beneath me. My legs are spread far enough to burn, but my new position has my bare pussy against the carpet. The slight touch of the fibers against my hot flesh sends a jolt through of tantalizing pleasure through me.
The yelp escapes me before I can stop myself.
“You dirty, dirty little whore,” he says. “You’re so fucking horny that you’re dry humping the rug just to get off?” I rock my hips, even as a blush of shame wraps itself around the back of my neck. But I’m really too frustrated to care. “You wish it was my cock, don’t you? You wish I was bending you over the bed and fucking you until you can’t walk tomorrow, huh?”
“Yes,yes!” I practically scream, picking up the pace. I open my eyes to find that Alexander’s are wide, his jaw clenched, the vein in the side of his head bulging. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
“Think about. That. The next time. You disobey me.” His words are clipped, obviously finding it hard to hold himself back and speak at the same time.
Alexander’s hands are moving at a fever pitch now, his cock jerking violently. I’m circling my hips on the rug but it’s not nearly enough. It’s not going to make me orgasm and Idesperatelywant to. A whimper falls from my lips, just as Alexander’s guttural groan fills the air.
Hot, thick spurts of his arousal hit my face, rolling down my cheeks and coating my lips. I blink away the streaks that blur my vision. Alexander is watching me, cracking a smile while he licks his lips. He’s back to his usual, cocky self while I’m still wound as tight as ever, feeling like I’m about to burst at the seams from just how much sexual tension is wracking my body.
