Chapter 21 ALEX #3
“What the fuck?” My voice is shrill with frustration. He laughs, shaking his head.
“I told you not to push me. You want to be a brat and play games? Here’s a game: you’re not coming until I fucking let you, no matter how much you beg for it.” I sit back in my seat, crossing my legs to get some friction, indignant and frustrated.
“You’re a fucking asshole!”
He snorts. “You started this game, Alex. I’m just going to finish it.”
“I didn’t start anything, you delusional freak.” He shoots me a harsh look.
“First of all, don’t insult me, I’m fucking tired of it. Second of all, you’re a goddamn liar, and now you’re not going to come at all tonight.”
“Fuck you.” He smirks at me.
“Open your legs.” I spread them so fast that Theo laughs as he pulls my skirt up and slips one hand between my legs, playing with me, stroking me softly, never hard enough to do anything but make me want more.
I reach down to move his hand, to touch myself, but he stops touching me the second I try to take control.
We drive along in tense silence until we hit a long stretch of straight, empty road, and Theo pushes his fingers back inside me, keeping his hand still.
“Beg.”
“Please,” I moan, slouching down in the seat and grinding into his hand.
“Theo, please. I need it.” He makes a satisfied-sounding hum and starts fucking me slowly with his fingers, but the second I get close, he stops.
I scream in frustration as he laughs harshly and pulls his hand away, slipping his fingers into his mouth.
I sit back in my seat, frustrated and furious and aching to be touched.
“You’re so fucked when we get home, sweetie.
You have no idea.” I glare at him, and he glares back, seemingly just as angry as I am.
The last twenty minutes of the car ride are silent and tense.
I can tell he’s getting more and more worked up, and as we pull into Astoria and start heading up towards his house, my arousal starts fading, being replaced by real fear.
What the fuck am I doing?
“What do you mean when you say I’m fucked?
” I ask, my voice shaky. He laughs and parks the car, getting out quickly and dragging me out and up toward the house, his hand tight on my arm.
He pulls me inside, slamming the door behind him, not bothering to turn on any lights as he hauls me upstairs.
He’s walking so fast that I trip and almost fall, but he smoothly grabs me around the waist and lifts me up, carrying me down the hall into his bedroom, shoving me towards the bed.
I bump into the edge of the mattress and turn around as he flips on a dim nightstand lamp and faces me, his body blocking the door, his face angry and amused and frustrated and very, very hungry.
I’m frozen with fear as he walks over to me slowly, getting into my space.
“You need to learn that actions have consequences, Alexandria. I’m not going to hurt you, but I don’t think you’ll like this,” he says, his voice soft and menacing.
He fists a hand in the back of my hair, pulling my head back gently, leaning over me as he brings his face down close to mine, his expression intense and ravenous.
I try to pull away from him, but his grip on my hair keeps me in place.
“Wh-what are you d-doing?” My voice wavers, and he shakes his head slowly as he stares at me.
“I’m going to show you what happens when you push me too far,” he says, his voice quiet and tense. I can feel him shaking against me, and I realize that he’s absolutely furious.
Oh, fuck.
He releases my hair and caresses my cheek. “Get undressed. Slowly.” I can’t tell if I’m terrified or turned on by the way Theo looks down at me, watching every move I make until I’m bare in front of him.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back.” I look at him in alarm and shake my head, panic coursing through me.
“Theo, please do-”
“Right fucking now,” he snaps, his voice going from soft to sharp in a moment. I flinch and turn around slowly as he opens his nightstand. A moment later, he binds my wrists behind my back tightly before he reaches up and he grabs my jaw.
“Open wide,” he whispers in a poisonously sweet voice in my ear.
I shake my head, and he bites my neck, laughing softly.
“You want to make it worse? Keep resisting.” I reluctantly open for him, and he slips a small ball gag into my mouth carefully, fastening it behind my head.
He turns me around and pushes me back until I’m sitting on the bed, smiling down at me sweetly.
“You look so pretty right now,” he says, his voice soft again as he leans down over me.
He slips a hand between my legs, and I close my eyes, embarrassed at the whine I let out as he rubs his fingers up and down my slick, aching cunt.
I try to shift my hips to get him to touch me where I want, but he doesn’t.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Alex?” I nod slightly. “Is that why you’ve been acting out? Because I haven’t been fucking you?” I nod again. “Look at me, sweetheart.” His voice is soft but commanding, and when I open my eyes, he gently cups my face in his shaking hands.
His jaw is set, his mouth is tight, and I can tell he’s pissed.
“You should have opened your pretty mouth and asked nicely. Instead, you’ve been pushing me to my fucking limits so you can lie to yourself and pretend you don’t want it.
I’m fucking tired of it, and now I’m going to make you regret it.
” I yell at him through the gag, but the silicone ball muffles everything I’m trying to say. He strokes my cheek with his thumb.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, sweetie.
I’m going to push you to the edge, over and over, and we’re going to see how you like it.
We’re going to do it again and again, and I’m not going to stop until I make you cry.
And once you cry? I’m going to keep fucking going.
” I shake my head hard, and his eyes widen as he gives me a terrifying smile, nodding slightly.
“Oh, yeah. You need to understand how this relationship can go. I want to be sweet to you, Alex, I do, but I don’t have to be.
You need to be punished for how you’ve been acting, and I’m so goddamn fucking frustrated with your behavior lately that this is going to be really fun for me.
” I glare at him, trying to communicate how much I hate him.
He leans forward and kisses my forehead softly.
“It’s not going to be fun for you, though. ”
He kneels between my legs and dips his head down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, biting softly just as his fingers lightly graze over my clit, barely touching me, and the sensations combined are fucking torture.
I moan softly, trying to beg through the gag.
He takes his time, undoing his jeans with his other hand and stroking himself as he barely touches me.
I get fed up with him and jerk my hips forward, rubbing my clit hard into his hand.
He yanks his hand away and fists it in my hair, pulling my head back, his voice stern.
“Absolutely the fuck not.” He stands up and pulls my face towards his cock, jerking himself off quickly.
“Look at me.” I look up at him, furious and frustrated, and his gaze softens for just a second before he smirks and comes on my face.
I close my eyes as his cum hits the bridge of my nose and my eyelashes, swearing at him through the gag as he laughs and smears his cum across my face with the head of his cock.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, sounding less angry and more affectionate.
He yanks me up and turns me around, bending me over the edge of the bed and shoving my face down into the mattress.
He delivers a sharp slap to my ass, stinging hard enough that I flinch but not hard enough that it feels like he’s trying to hurt me.
He waits a second, resting his warm hand on the skin he just hit, then pulls back and slaps it again in the same spot, and I whimper.
I don’t like being hit, but this kind of feels good.
He spanks me again, and again, and again, palming my ass in between sharp slaps.
My ass is aching and my cunt is throbbing and I’m in agony as he drags his fingers between my legs and starts rubbing my clit slowly, taking his time working me up until I’m on the edge of pleasure.
I can feel my body tense up, heat pooling in my spine, and I moan and push my hips back towards his hand.
He pulls his hand away instantly and slaps my other cheek hard enough to make me yelp, palming my ass and waiting a second before slapping me again.
By the second or third spanking, I start thrashing and screaming at him, which elicits a soft laugh out of him.
“I know, sweetie, I know,” he says right before he spanks me again.
My body is full of weeks of pent-up energy, and my skin is tingling all over by the time his hand goes back to my cunt.
He strokes my slit with long, soft touches, entirely avoiding my clit, and I think I’m going to die.
I make pleading sounds through the gag, whining and whimpering, anything that I can do to beg, and he grips my hair and pulls my head back, kissing my temple softly.
“What’s that?” I whine. “You said you love this, and you want more?” His voice is amused and condescending, and I hate this passive-aggressive prick with every fiber of my being.
I shake my head hard and scream at him, and he laughs as he slaps my ass again, making me whimper.
“I think you need more, too. I think you need to learn your fucking lesson.”
He picks me up and repositions me face down in the middle of the bed, moving away from me and coming back a moment later to grab my ankles and spread my legs.
Rope wraps around one of my ankles as he ties it to the bed, and I try to pull my other leg out of his grip, but he slaps my ass where it’s sore and I go limp.