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And he meant it.
I fought against the onslaught of another near orgasm, until he snatched it away again at the last second, leaving my pussy gripping at nothing. My breaths were short and hard as I tried to grind against his thigh, pure want leaving me totally desperate for relief. Then he laid another flurry of harsh slaps across my ass before starting all over again.
Being denied made me furious, and desperate, and needy. Most guys had always just been happy to get me somewhere near orgasm, never mind stealing the orgasms back before I had them. It was deliciously cruel.
I stiffened as he thrust two fingers inside my aching pussy, his thumb reaching under to circle my clit.
‘You’ve never been hotter than you are right now, Esther, with your cunt dripping and your face covered in tears. Your arse redder than your cheeks and your body so desperate for release. You should see yourself, see how fucking delightful you are when you aren’t being a brat. When you give in.’
His fingers drove me insane until he stilled them inside of me, when I was so close to coming. I whimpered and gave in. I didn’t just want the orgasm. I needed it. My whole body strained with the tension gripping at my core.
‘Please let me come, Alec. Please?’
‘There’s a good girl. That wasn’t so bad, was it?’
I cried out as he curled his fingers inside me, thrusting them languidly as he stroked at my clit with his thumb. The sensation of him inside me had me back to the edge in seconds, but this time he didn’t pull back, this time he increased the pressure until I blew. A ragged scream tore from my lips as my orgasm overwhelmed me, it crashing around me and filling my head with fuzz as I quaked on his hand. The squelch of his fingers inside me continued as he made me feel every second of the earth shattering orgasm.
‘Yes, Esther. Beautiful. Such a sweet girl giving in to my fingers. You did so well.’
I tried to smile, unsure if it registered at all. His praise filled me with warmth, filled a little pocket of me I didn’t know needed filling. If outer body experiences were a thing, I was sure I must have been having one. The trembling of my body gave way eventually, drifting from the absolute high. I went limp across his lap as my mind stayed up in space, disconnected from it all.
My body didn’t even feel real as he picked me up and cradled me against his chest, reaching behind me and cutting the ties which held my hands still. I wouldn’t have been able to fight or run even if I’d wanted to. He’d turned my whole body to jelly with the intensity of the orgasm, like I’d done so much feeling, that there were no feelings left. I was vaguely aware of him filling the bath, removing my clothes, and seating me in the warm water. The heat enveloped me as I leaned heavily against Alec’s arm. I moaned softly as he washed my hair with one hand, his fingers sending tingles from my scalp running down my spine. Happily, I would have stayed there in that bath with him touching me forever. Vaguely I thought I should have been caring that I was naked, and he remained clothed, or that I’d come and he hadn’t, but I just had nothing left in me to give.
Goose pimples prickled my skin as he wrapped me in a towel and sat me on the bed, hunting through my bag and finding a brush. He took care not to pull too much against the tangles, working gently and silently until my hair was smooth once again. I leaned into his touch as he brushed for longer than needed, the movement through my hair sending glorious sleepy tingles through me. Then he fitted me with a t-shirt from his backpack and a pair of his boxer shorts, before tucking me into the bed.
‘Thank you,’ I breathed as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. ‘I’ve never come so hard before.’
‘Get some sleep.’ There was a hitch in his voice. Then he grabbed some more cable ties and tied my wrists in front of my body.
‘Still don’t trust me?’
‘Not even a little.’
It was fair enough. I fully intended to make sure they did not repair the car in the morning. I only hoped he kept to these consequences. I’d happily submit to more of them.
I saw him in the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and tossing them into the bath, along with mine. His tattoos carried on up his arms and down over his back, finishing just above his muscled ass. It was a mighty fine ass. As he turned, I got a full frontal view of him that made my mouth water. While he was muscled and thick, he still had a bit of softness about his belly that made me want to bite it. He clearly worked out, but didn’t look like he shied away from the odd pizza, either. His cock had softened from the hardness I’d felt against me, sitting thick against his right upper thigh. A warmth gripped me between the legs as I imagined crawling over there and taking it in my mouth.
He leaned down and started hand washing our clothes in the tub.
I smiled as I snuggled down in the bed, feeling a little more myself as I came back into my body bit by bit.
Planning the next part of the escape could wait until the morning. Sleep was coming fast, and I was powerless to resist it.
Later, I was vaguely aware of Alec joining me in the bed, wrapping his arm about my waist and dragging me against him, his thumb looping over one of the cable ties that held me.
I should probably have moved away, but the weight of his arm over my waist was a welcome addition to my sleep bubble.
‘Just in case you get any ideas about running,’ he said before yawning and burying his face into my hair.
TWENTY
ALEC
The chitter of birds woke me up early, groggy as I came to. Sweet shampoo scent filled my nose as I shifted against Esther, who lay gently snoring under my arm.
Fuck. I’d been an idiot. I was supposed to be bringing her back to her husband-to-be, instead I was getting in to deep. I’d kept my dick in my trousers, at least. Small concessions. But she felt glorious against my chest. Soft, silken skin and delicious curves. I skimmed my hand over her hip to the dip in her waist and over the gentle swell of her stomach. Maybe I should just forget home, and my job and just hole up in the shitty motel with her, I thought. But other than lust, what was there? Assuming she even felt lust for me, it could all just be another delay tactic. I had turned her on the previous night, whimpering and trembling and writhing under my fingers, desperate and needy and utterly wonderful. She’d been into it in a way only a few women I’d slept with were. And we hadn’t even gotten to that part.
My mind flashed with red lights and wailing sirens. I needed to back off, get us to the airport, and move on. The situation was too messy, and I needed to keep a professional level of personal space between us.
