Chapter 11 Silence #3
He forced himself to stop. He made himself look at her—flushed, trembling, restless—and waited until the edge of her desperation softened just a little. When he felt her settle, he gently lowered her hips back onto the bed.
His hands slid down to her legs. He lifted one ankle to his lips and pressed a slow kiss against her skin.
Then another. And another. His mouth traveled over the delicate curve of her foot, tracing the softness, lingering as if memorizing every line of her.
He kissed his way up her calf, warm and patient, then over her knee and along her thigh, his lips brushing everywhere except where she ached for him most.
Mia’s breath hitched with every movement. The more he kissed her, the more undone she became. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her mind foggy with need. When his mouth moved closer, her thighs tensed, lifting slightly toward him without her meaning to.
“Alexander…” Her voice broke completely, a mixture of shame and longing. “I want—”
He leaned in and his lips touched her just for a second, a soft, teasing contact that sent her entire body arching. She sucked in a sharp breath, almost choking on it. But he pulled back before she could say another word.
“You want what?” His voice was low and rough, strained with the effort of holding himself back.
Mia tried to speak, but her breath kept catching, trembling too much to form the words.
“Please… I want you. I want your… please, Alexander…” She could barely even finish the sentence, her voice breaking again and again.
A slow, intense smile touched his mouth as he watched her fall apart under him. His eyes darkened, and he lowered his head once more.
“Good,” he murmured.
He kissed her again, slow and purposeful, lingering until her back arched off the bed. Her cry filled the room, echoing against the walls. The sound of it sent heat rushing through him, and she felt it too—the shift in him, the tension, the control.
Her hips twisted, desperate, but he held her thighs firmly and lifted them onto his shoulders. His grip tightened, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
“Alexander—” she gasped, almost delirious.
“Stay still,” he said softly.
And then he continued, unhurried, relentless, tasting her need and her trembling, keeping her right on the edge of falling apart.
“Alexander… I need…” Mia whimpered, her voice breaking with shame and overwhelming desire that pushed past every wall she had left.
Alexander’s lips brushed lightly over her center, and she gasped sharply, the sound ripped out of her. But he pulled back before she could even take another breath. His voice came out low and rough.
“You need what?”
Mia’s breathing turned uneven and shallow. She could barely speak. “I want you… your tongue… please… please, I want you,” she whispered, the words trembling uncontrollably as her legs went numb beneath her.
A slow smile touched his lips at her reaction. His eyes darkened, turning even more intense, and he lowered his head again. His mouth found her once more, and he began to kiss her, slow at first, then deeper, licking her again and again until she cried out helplessly.
“Oh my God… yes… oh God…” Mia screamed, her voice echoing through the room as the pleasure pushed her into delirium.
Her hips jerked, trying to twist away from how intensely he was taking her, but Alexander tightened his grip.
He caught her thighs in his hands, lifted them onto his shoulders, and held her there, firmly locked in place.
The next second, his mouth pressed between her legs again, and he continued, relentless and focused.
Mia whimpered, her entire body shaking as the sensations overwhelmed her. But he didn’t stop. He kept licking her, slow and deep, then faster, then deeper again, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Her cries grew softer, then louder, breaking apart as her breath began to slip away from her.
Pleasure rushed through her so sharply that tears gathered in her eyes. “Oh… fuck… oh my God…” she cried, her voice raw and trembling.
The intensity twisted inside her until she could barely think, let alone breathe.
She tried to move, tried to break free from the overwhelming feeling, but he only held her tighter, pulling her down toward him as her body stretched helplessly across the bed.
He stood at the edge and kept going, his mouth working her again and again until she had no strength left to resist.
He lowered himself once more, licking her with the same hunger, and then slid his fingers inside her again.
This time he pressed exactly the way he had earlier, the same spot that had made her nearly stop breathing, and her body jerked violently at the sensation.
It wasn’t enough for him, so he did it again.
And again. And again. His fingers worked her while his mouth stayed on her, the combination so intense that her entire body tightened and trembled.
Her breath broke completely as the feeling crashed through her.
“Oh God…” she cried, voice shaking as she tried to twist away, but he held her even tighter, refusing to let her escape. The pressure built higher and higher until something inside her snapped, and she burst with a force that she couldn’t control.
A sharp cry tore out of her as release hit her so powerfully that water spilled from her, soaking the bed beneath her while her body shook uncontrollably.
“Hahhh… Alexander…” Mia cried his name, her voice breaking apart as her body twisted and trembled uncontrollably.
She was completely shattered, barely holding herself together, but Alexander kept her legs held firmly in place.
Her body weakly tried to push at him, overwhelmed and exhausted, but he didn’t let her go.
His fingers kept working her, drawing out every last bit of sensation until she couldn’t even understand what was happening to her.
When she finally sagged back, drained and shaking, Alexander released her legs at last. He grabbed her waist and turned her around, pressing her down so she was on her front.
Before she could catch a breath, he pulled her hips up and thrust into her in one solid, deep stroke.
His thick length filled her completely, dragging another broken cry from her lips.
He didn’t give her a second to adjust. His hips slammed forward again, then again, each thrust harder than the last, each stroke claiming more of her trembling body.
“Alexander…” Mia gasped, her voice breaking as she tried to breathe. “I… I really can’t anymore… please… please…”
Her hips reached for him blindly, desperate, not even knowing what she was begging for.
His palm cracked sharply against her flesh in a sudden spank. The sound echoed through the room. His voice followed, low and rough, vibrating with anger and possessive frustration.
“This is your punishment, Mia. And punishments aren’t something you get to control. You don’t get to choose how long it lasts… or how I punish you.”
Mia shook violently beneath him. The harder he thrust into her, the more her body reacted, spilling over with release as pleasure tore through her again. But Alexander didn’t slow. He drove into her harder, relentless, pushing her higher.
With a rough, breathless growl, he grabbed her waist and flipped her again—guiding her onto her back, spreading her out beneath him exactly where he wanted her.
With one hand still gripping her hip, he reached for the vibrator he had tossed aside earlier. Without breaking his rhythm, he pressed it directly against her swollen, sensitive button while still thrusting deep inside her.
Mia’s entire body jolted, arching helplessly as the combined sensations crashed over her, too much for her to even hold.
Mia’s body jerked violently. Her hips bucked so hard she almost tumbled forward, but he held her in place, forcing her to take everything he gave her. The pleasure became unbearable, too intense, too sharp, too much for her to contain.
Alexander showed her no mercy. He kept the vibrator on her while he pounded into her, and when her breasts bounced in front of him, he leaned forward and took one into his mouth.
He sucked on it with hunger, tongue flicking at the sensitive tip.
The moment he felt it harden against his tongue, something primal inside him snapped with pleasure.
He wanted to keep her like this forever, to keep sucking, licking, taking until she collapsed completely.
Finally, he tore the vibrator away. Mia collapsed onto the bed at once, shaking so hard her breaths came out thin and broken. Her body wouldn’t stop trembling.
Alexander slid his hand under her thigh, gripping firmly as he twisted her body onto her side.
He lifted her leg high onto his shoulder, exposing her completely to him.
Without hesitation, he slid his fingers inside her again, taking full advantage of how open she was for him.
His fingers moved deeper, harder, spreading her as he curled them inside her.
The more he twisted her leg, the more the sight of her pushed him into something dangerous and uncontrollable. He couldn’t stop himself. He thrust into her again, repeating the movement over and over with the same force, unable to hold back.
Mia cried out, her voice raw. Her eyes opened for a brief moment, finding his face through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. And then she shattered again, her body breaking beneath him once more.
Her hands clawed at the sheets, fingers twisting the fabric as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. A broken sob fell from her lips. “Alexander…”
He leaned over her trembling body, his breath hot against her ear.
He pressed the vibrator harder against her swollen nub, circling it slowly while his thrusts grew deeper, sharper, more demanding. Every movement forced another cry from her, her body convulsing around him as the pleasure built unbearably fast.
Mia tried to twist away from the intensity, but Alexander kept her pinned underneath his body. Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling in frantic, trembling waves.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
She shook her head weakly, overwhelmed.
“Look at me.” His tone dropped lower, darker.
Trembling, she forced her eyes open — and the moment their gazes locked, something inside her shattered. The raw hunger in his eyes, the possessive fire burning through them, dragged her straight over the edge again.
Mia cried out, body arching violently as another release tore through her, harder than the last. Alexander didn’t stop. He held her in place, lips brushing her ear as he whispered, almost cruelly:
“We’re not done yet.”