Chapter 11
LEXI
This mother fucker. Like, seriously, who did this guy think he was?
Telling me what to do. Not letting me come.
I figured my punishment would be like the last time, but this was definitely not like the last time.
This Brandon was completely unhinged and was working my last fucking nerve.
I also really wanted to come, so I was willing to play ball. For now.
Begrudgingly, I turned and crawled up the bed, placing my hands on the headboard as instructed.
Brandon was in the bedside drawer, probably getting a condom, so I remained still in an attempt to be a good girl.
I felt the bed sag under his weight, and then he softly caressed my ass.
Not what I was expecting, but it felt so good I didn’t care.
He continued to graze his hand gently over my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake, despite it feeling like a million degrees in the room. “Can I tie you up?” he whispered into my ear.
“Say less. Damn, Brando, I would never have guessed you were such a freak in the sheets,” I laughed. Whack. His hand came down hard on my right ass cheek, the sting lingering for a moment before he smoothed his hand over it.
“Do I need to gag you, too?” Brandon asked.
“No,” I answered quickly. I didn’t want to be gagged. It made me feel like I couldn’t breathe and definitely wasn’t for me. “I’ll behave.”
“Good girl.” Brandon moved to my side and put a soft cuff on my wrist.
The anticipation was killing me. I was so turned on; I was sure I’d come the second he touched me again.
I raised my eyes and examined the headboard.
Brandon’s sleek metal canopy bed was unassuming and blended in perfectly with his modern decor.
But upon closer inspection, I could see the added features.
Metal rings were strategically placed near the top of each bedpost. The headboard, while looking like any other industrial design, had function as well, with openings throughout where one could easily attach ropes.
So, Brandon was definitely not the nice guy everyone thought he was. Hello, naughty side!
He expertly cuffed both of my wrists and attached them to the headboard, being careful not to stretch me too far.
I arched my back and shook my ass. “Brandon, I’m gonna need you to do something.
Literally anything. You’re killing me here,” I whined.
Not my finest moment, but I didn’t care. I was ready to burst.
“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’ll make you feel so good.
Eventually.” The ominous way he said ‘eventually’ had me second-guessing my willingness to be restrained.
He ran his hands over my ass and down my thighs and back up and over my back.
I leaned into every touch, desperate for more.
His fingers lightly grazed over my dripping pussy and drug my wetness over my asshole.
I clenched automatically. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?” he asked, sounding too casual.
“Yes,” I breathed and pushed further into his touch.
“That’s a pity. Did you like it?” he asked, as I heard the click of what I assumed was a bottle of lube opening.
“Not particularly,” I answered honestly. I’d tried anal a few times, but wasn’t a fan. I’d push through, and as long as I had some clitoral stimulation, I could deal with it.
“I’m not going to fuck your ass tonight, but when I do, it’ll be because you begged me to. And you’ll love every minute of it.” He sounded pretty confident, but I wasn’t convinced. I jumped as cool lube drizzled onto my lower back and down my ass crack.
“I thought you said—” My words died in my mouth as he started to massage around my tight hole.
“I said I wasn’t going to fuck it, but I want to play. Is that okay with you?” he growled. I nodded my head.
“Use your words, Sweetheart.”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly.
Then, one of his thick fingers breached my entrance. I winced, but didn’t pull away. Intrigued, I wondered what he had in store for me.
“So tight, baby,” he said as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of me. A moan escaped me. “Does that feel good, Sweetheart?”
I purred my approval and pushed my ass back, silently begging for more. Somehow, I was so on edge and needy that even anal was looking good to me at that moment.
Whack. His other hand came down hard on my left ass cheek, causing my muscles to tighten. “Use your words, Lexi.”
“Yes. It feels so good,” I moaned, surprising myself, because it somehow wasn’t a lie.
“Hmmm, perfect. I want to make you feel good.” He added more lube and removed his finger.
Then something else teased at my entrance while he reached around me to stroke my clit with his other hand.
His touch immediately sent me right back on the edge of an orgasm, but he kept the pressure light and my orgasm out of reach.
“Oh, God, please. Brandon, I need more.” I barely recognized the words I was saying. I was so needy. My center ached and begged to be filled.
Whatever was pressed against my ass inched forward, and my breath hitched, and I clenched my cheeks. “Breathe, baby,” Brandon instructed and added a little more pressure to my clit. “Relax. I’ve got you.”
I released my breath and tried my best to relax, but whatever was going in my ass wasn’t his finger, and the pressure was almost too much.
Brandon continued to reassure me. “You’re doing so well.
Almost there.” As I was about to tap out, the worst was over and the object pushed past my tight ring of muscle and was seated comfortably-ish inside of me.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Such a good fucking girl, Lexi. You doing okay?” His praise washed over me like a warm blanket, soothing me.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I feel so full.” It was then that I realized Brandon wasn’t touching me, and I turned my head to see what he was up to.
“Eyes on the headboard, Lexi,” he scolded. The buttplug in my ass came to life, jolting me forward.
“What the fuck?” I gasped.
Brandon ran his hand over my hip and down the curve of my ass. “Easy, Baby. Just breathe.”
After the initial shock of the vibration, I settled into the feeling and relaxed.
Brandon must have noticed the change in me, because I was rewarded with his deft fingers returning to my clit.
Oh, fuck, yes. I moaned my approval. His fingers picked up the pace and then again, when I was on the edge of an orgasm, he withdrew. Fuck!
“Brandon!” I shouted in protest.
“What, Sweetheart? Tell me what you need.”
“I need to come. Please. I’m so close.”
“You’ll come on my cock, and when I tell you to. Understood?”
I nodded vigorously. “Yes. Only when you say. Please give me your dick.” I was practically hysterical. I squeezed my eyes close and a single tear broke free. What the fuck?
The vibration in my ass increased, causing me to clench down.
My pussy ached to be filled. I was about to beg again when I felt him at my entrance.
Oh shit. Listen, Brando had a massive cock, and with the buttplug seated firmly in my ass, I wasn’t sure if I could take him too.
Then he pushed in slowly, filling me completely. He groaned, “Fuck, baby.”
“Oh, fuuuuck,” I moaned so loudly I was sure his neighbors heard me.
He stayed like that, with his cock filling my pussy, vibrating buttplug humming away in my ass, his hands tightly gripping my hips.
It could have been seconds or minutes, but it felt like an eternity.
I needed him to move, so I wriggled a bit, earning me another smack on my ass, causing my pussy to tense, squeezing his cock.
“Damn, baby, you keep gripping me like that and this is going to be over a lot sooner than I planned.”
“Good. Fuck me, Brandon, please!” I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. At that point, I needed to come like I needed air to breathe.
“So impatient.” He started moving, slowly at first. He reached around and touched my clit with feather-light strokes that weren’t enough.
As his pace increased, I climbed higher and higher, so close to the orgasm I was sure was going to ruin me for any man I’d fuck in the future.
“God, Lexi. You’re perfect. Look at this ass.
You’re such a good girl, so beautiful. You take my cock so well. ”
If he kept talking like that, I’d be coming soon and prayed that he’d continue. “Please, Brandon. Don’t stop. Please!” I begged him.
His fingers, which were barely grazing my clit, increased their pressure, and I was on the edge again.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” Brandon warned as his pace increased again.
I could feel his engorged cock swell, filling me even more.
He continued to pound into me, hitting all the right spots.
“I can’t. I’m going to…” I was panting and sobbing now, so close, but trying to stop myself from tipping over the edge.
“Now, Lexi. Come for me, Sweetheart.”
And I fucking did. Holy mother of God, did I come.
I came so hard I saw stars. My whole body convulsed.
I was screaming, moaning, and cursing. The orgasm was otherworldly and seemed to last for an eternity.
Brandon soon followed me over the edge, cursing through his own release.
The vibration in my ass stopped, the buttplug disappeared, and then he quickly released my wrists from the restraints.
Completely boneless, my upper body collapsed onto the bed.