13. Chapter 13 #4
Danica pressed down on her, Alicia’s bound hands digging into her chest as Danica sucked her throat and occasionally kissed her lips.
Whenever Alicia opened her eyes, she beheld Danica still hovering above her, hands braced on either side.
Alicia lifted her hips and willed Danica to take her harder, faster.
While the current rhythm was great, Alicia desired to experience that power constantly surging through her like the most cataclysmic aura to herald a crazy change in her life.
“Do you like it?” Danica’s voice was too soft for someone doing so much work. She sat back, grabbing Alicia’s hips and pulling her forward. Shit! The top of Alicia’s head dug into the bed. Her body? Welcomed it all. “I’ve been waiting to do it like this to you for far too long.”
That was her way of announcing she would take Alicia beyond what they had already experienced.
Danica surged into her, furious and beyond comprehension. Was she there? Wasn’t she? Even though Alicia felt and saw it for herself, it was still too unreal. Why would a woman this gorgeous and powerful want anything to do with her?
Boy, did she play this game well.
Having her wrists bound in front of her didn’t seem like a big deal at first. Then she tried to grab Danica, hold her, bring her down.
She couldn’t. Alicia could extend her arms as far as they pleased, but her hands were useless to do anything but clutch the other.
Was this what it meant to be under Danica’s control?
Even like this? Alicia had to rely on her to keep her body straight, her balance in check, and maintain their ability to have some kind of emotional connection beyond the physical.
Danica did this for her, and more. Every time her hips bore upon Alicia, she was put back into place, her body yearning for more of this sweet manipulation.
“Do you like it?” Danica asked again, shortly after kissing Alicia’s lips.
“Yes.” It was easier to come now. Two orgasms in, and Alicia could come from a derisive look from those burning amber eyes. “Can I, please?”
“May you what?”
Alicia cried out instead of speaking. The strap-on stayed within her, moving enough to make her lose her mind, but refusing to leave her. “May I please come?”
Danica pinned Alica’s arms flat across her chest. “Absolutely.”
The strange thing about this orgasm was that it never peaked.
It fueled Alicia’s ability to make more love, but it didn’t crash.
Nor did it crest. She remained perpetually high, on the brink of coming harder.
It didn’t matter how hard Danica fucked her, or how quickly.
The strap-on brushed against her core. She whimpered in carnal ecstasy.
Yet it wasn’t enough to send Alicia completely over the edge.
Instead, she remained in purgatory. A purgatory that turned her into a ravenous, sexual beast hell-bent on achieving the last bit of her climax.
Danica pulling out and away from her would not achieve that end!
“I see I’ve created a monster.” If she was annoyed, Alicia couldn’t tell.
Then again, all she was focused on was the lust burning within her, demanding to be put out right now.
She groaned in acquiescence as Danica rolled her over and pulled her ass back into the air.
Alicia’s bound hands pushed beneath her face.
Hot breath echoed between her palms as Danica pulled her down onto the strap-on and took her like she did the first time they made fools of themselves.
Only this time, Alicia knew what to expect. Anticipate .
Danica pulled her hair again, yes, but she also dug her fingers into Alicia’s shoulders, her back, the tops of her hips.
Sometimes she pulled all the way out, teasing Alicia’s widening entrance with the tip that promised more.
Other times, she refused to leave, almost as if she were about to search for her own relief.
Please… Alicia could see her bent knee out of the corner of a blurry eye. Please come . I don’t think I can until you do! Was that what happened in her brain? Was she going to torture herself with this sensation until Danica was finished with her?
Those thoughts evaporated the moment Danica spanked her. Hard.
“Ah!” The bed muffled Alicia’s cry.
“You want another one?”
“Yes!”
The sting was almost as good as the sex. Any soreness was only matched by the sweet ache in the rest of her body. It’s worth it. Keep going. Don’t stop . Twenty-eight years led up to this type of experience. Alicia refused to let it end until she simply couldn’t go anymore.
The subsequent spanks she received were delivered with filthy words.
Filthy, raunchy words conveyed with growls and sophisticated sounds until the end.
Danica may have completely succumbed to her base need for sex, but her upbringing could only be pushed down so far.
Other women would have plainly told Alicia that her image as she constantly teetered on the verge of coming was “good.” Danica, on the other hand, called Alicia superb, astounding, and unprecedented.
She could’ve done anything to Alicia. Anything . Fucked her right in the throat. The ass. Behind her knee for all Alicia cared! So when Danica told her to loop her bound wrists over her head and hold on tight, she knew to obey. Hadn’t obeying led to incredible outcomes so far?
“Look me in the eye,” Danica demanded, holding Alicia in her lap and spearing her with the strap-on. “Don’t you dare look away. I want to see every emotion as I fuck you.”
Keeping her eyes open was easier said than done.
Whenever Danica thrust up into her, Alicia wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and ride .
Or, at the very least, slam her hips down and meet Danica halfway.
She already opened Alicia up wide enough to take her on the first try.
That perpetual, almost-there orgasm continued to haunt her, and she hoped that Danica could see her pleading with the whites of her eyes.
She must have, for Danica kissed her, ruthless with her passion, in a ploy to stop looking into her eyes.
“Hold still.” Danica’s hands pushed Alicia’s hips down, effectively holding her in place as she slammed up into her. Alicia relied on her straddled knees to keep her balance. Please make me come. Please make me come. It was only a matter of time, right? “Damnit, Alicia!”
What was Danica damning her for? Was she dying on the edge of orgasm, too?
Apparently.
“Say it,” she demanded, pushing Alicia down onto her back again, the strap-on never leaving her body as Danica continued to fuck her. “Say what you’re thinking!”
Did Alicia even have words beyond yes, yes, yes, do it now, do it, I wanna?
“Danica!” she cried, straining in her binds to touch Danica with her embrace. “Please!” Before she could say please what? Alicia begged, “Please make me come!”
Sweat dripped onto her. Her thighs were tired, but her body continued to beseech mercy.
“What else!”
A long, drawn-out moan escaped Alicia as she finally hit the crest of her orgasm. “Please come, too, ma’am!”
Finally, they both released the last of their frustrations. Danica’s came with such force that fever claimed Alicia. Yes, yes, yes! She wished she had the strength to scream that as Danica came, taking Alicia down with her.