Chapter 19 Alaric #2
I wrap each end of the rope around, moving towards her wrists.
I stop winding when there’s a small gap between the rope and the skin.
I make sure it’s tight, not allowing any room for movement.
I lift the last loop on the left side and tuck the end of the rope through the circle from the inside to out.
Once completed, I pull making sure that it’s tight and secure and then step away, admiring my work.
Celeste moves her wrists as if trying to escape my work but she huffs in frustration at the realization that she can’t.
A smile forms before I step forward, yanking her arms above her head, causing her to stretch.
I grab the hook from above her head and bring it down and hook it around the middle of her cuff.
Letting it go, her body stretches up and she yelps at the sudden pull of her body.
“Spread your legs apart. Let me see how drenched you are for me,” I growl in command.
Her lips part and she struggles at first with the position she’s in, but she obeys.
She widens her legs, leaving a large gap in between her thighs.
She shifts, trying to release tension from her shoulders but I make no attempt to release her.
I trail my fingers starting from her navel, circling her beautiful pink nipples, causing her to shiver as I tease her.
I make my way down her stomach, tracing her toned abs, until I reach that beautiful, soft pussy.
I swipe my fingers between her slick folds, before I plunge a finger inside her.
I rub her clit with my thumb as I pump my finger in and out.
Inserting another finger, I thrust faster inside her, causing her to buck her hips.
Withdrawing my fingers, I bring them to my lips and I suck her juices from them, tasting how sweet she is.
“Alaric,” she whines my name, leaving her empty and needy.
“Patience, baby girl. You’re not in a position to give me demands. Maybe I should leave you needy, hanging. You look so damn beautiful on full display for me.” I circle her, taking a mental photo of the exquisite art in front of me.
“Be a good boy and worship your queen from your fucking knees!” Her voice booms with dominance. I can’t help the pride that swells in my chest. Fighting dominance for dominance. She was doing so well letting go of it until I left her needy. But her demands make me so hard.
Once I return to the front of her, I pull her legs roughly, closer to the edge of the bench, spreading them wider for me.
I lower to my knees so her gorgeous pussy is right in my face.
Sliding two fingers back into her, I pump in and out for a moment before I pull away and my tongue slides amongst her folds.
I nibble on her clit, causing her to buck her hips into me.
My tongue slips inside her, thrusting in and out.
“Yes! Oh my god, yes! I need you, Alaric. I need you inside me,” she moans as her legs begin to shake.
I take her a little longer satisfying my thrust before I pull away from her.
I rise from my feet and grab her chin, crashing my lips on hers.
My tongue slips inside her, making her taste herself.
She tangles her tongue with mine. I break away from her, causing her to sway.
She whimpers at the loss of our connection.
I step around her until I'm lined up behind her.
Undoing my button and zipper of my pants, I slide them down along with my boxers until I'm fully naked.
Stepping away from my clothes, I discard them to the side before I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back onto the bench. Her knees are on the edge.
“Do you trust me, Celeste?” I whisper in her ear.
“I already told you I do. You have my full trust, Alaric,” she whispers, vulnerable to me.
I pull the hook down further so that way I can bend her forward as her arms are still suspended up.
Her face is face down, hoovering from the floor and her back is to the ceiling.
With my legs, I spread her wide and step in between them.
I hold her down with one hand and with the other, I grasp my cock and slide it up and down her folds, collecting her juices on my tip.
Once satisfied, I find her entrance and slam into her hard and quick.
I’m not romantic, taking her slowly. Nothing about this is romantic.
It’s about dominance. She doesn’t complain but moans in pleasure as I thrust myself in and out of her, inching deeper inside her.
I pull out just to the tip and slam back in.
Her hips rock backwards, greedily wanting more.
“You were made for me, baby girl. Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan as I take her again and again. My pace never faltering.
“I’m going to come. Don’t stop!” she screams as her body begins to tremble from the build up of her climax.
I won't stop. I yank her hair back so her face is looking up to the ceiling.
Our bodies move together as if they know how to flow as one.
Moans fill the room with the sweet sound of our slapping bodies.
Her inner walls begin to clench my cock and we both hit our climax and find our release together.
Our breathing is erratic, and I stand there for a moment looking down at our connected bodies. The art between the roped and the Dom.
Pulling out of her, I help her in the upright position and unclamp the hood from the bind.
Her arms drop to the front of her, and I notice she’s trying so hard not to fall over.
I help her sit on her butt at the edge of the seat.
I quickly unknot her arms, letting them free, and take off her blindfold.
Her eyes blink slowly as if she can fall asleep at any moment.
“The most important part of what we do is to inspect and make sure you’re not hurt and after care. You did so well, baby. Stay put, I’ll be right back.” I kiss her forehead and duck into the bathroom connected to the room.
Returning back to the room with a robe and a warm wash cloth in hand, I kneel in front of her and clean her off.
Handing her the robe, she stands on wobbly legs and I catch her before she falls over.
After she puts on the robe, I inspect her arms to make sure they’re okay and I can’t help but admire the rope marks around her arms. So beautiful, so mine.
I give her some ibuprofen and rub cream gently on her arms to help soothe.
Picking her up, bride style, I remove her from the room and place her gently into my bed. She snuggles into the pillows, eyes closing. Grabbing a pair of boxers from my dresser, I step into them before I join her, pulling the comforter over us.
“I love you, Alaric,” she whispers with eyes still closed.
I freeze at her omission, wondering if she actually meant what she said.
It’s only been a couple weeks but my feelings for her have deepened from each visit we have together, each phone call and text we exchange.
I’ve been fighting those words to come out for the past week, nervous it was too soon.
But after what we just did together, she showed me she trusts me without batting an eye.
She let me have full control and enjoyed every single moment of it.
With those four words she just spoke, I know that I would do anything in this world to protect her, cherish her, worship her in every way possible.
I’ll burn the fucking world down to make sure she’s safe in my arms. To make sure she knows that she never has to worry about me turning my back on her.
I’m devoted to her, and her only. With this realization, I know that no amount of time can dictate how I feel.
“I love you too, Celeste,” I declare as I pull her close to me and allow sleep to take over.