Chapter Twenty-Five #2
Heat devours me as my pussy starts to throb in earnest, probably ruining the panties as juices begin to flow.
I ache, deep within, because I need to be touched, to be filled. Devoured.
I whisper back, "Please, please don't—"
I try to lift my leg and realize he has tied my ankles to the bed, too.
"Don't what?"
"Don't hurt me. Let me go."
I can almost feel the bite of his stare, and I struggle, desperate to see him, all the while pleas to be set free fall like rain from my lips.
I beg and offer and plead, I demand and threaten and return to begging.
What I don't do is say blue banana.
All I want is for him to touch me.
I'm panting as I twist and turn, trying to get the blindfold off.
But he doesn't say a word, his fingers trail over me, blazing glory in their wake. Over my nipples, on the top of the lace, which only pumps me higher, and the soft slide of his fingers and the netting of the bra are wonderful, sending rivulets of need racing through me.
I'm throbbing in earnest now, a bomb looking for a fuse.
He slips down over my stomach, a light brush of fingertips that makes me moan and beg him. "Fuck me..."
But he is in control.
Without a word, his will presses into me, stilling me.
I hate him, I want him. I need him.
Alex hooks his thumb into the side of the panties, pulling the material in against my wet flesh.
And then I let out a tiny scream as his head presses between my thighs.
I can't move. I'm his to take from, his to torture, his to have. Any way he sees fit.
The slide of his tongue along my barely covered lips is almost enough to make the pleasure burst into orgasmic bliss.
Everything in me spirals down into that moment, and each stroke of his tongue is accompanied by his thumb on my clit.
I start to shake.
It is a lot.
It is not enough.
But he takes his time, licking and sucking upwards until his mouth replaces his thumb.
He sucks then, lips closing around me.
"Please," I whisper. "Stop."
Alex sucks a little harder, his tongue flicking against my clit as his finger toys with my entrance.
"Yes. More."
He laughs against me and nips down on my clit, and a bolt of pure light and desire shoots through me.
His fingers push into me, a slow, wonderful invasion as he uses them to rub my G-spot.
He keeps the pace.
I'm shaking.
It is too much, too little. Perfect.
I'm losing my mind.
Then slowly, he builds the intensity, sucking harder, thrusting deeper, until I shatter, hard against his mouth, juices gushing as I thrash as much as the restraints allow me.
And then...
Then he does it all again.
The second orgasm rips through the first, and I cry out.
It is so fucking good, slamming into me from nowhere.
And when he makes me come this time, it is a harder attack on my poor, oversensitive clit, my trembling insides.
I get the feeling he could just decimate me by doing it as slowly as before, making the sensitivity almost too much to take, but the fast, hard route is totally devastating.
And as the last of the orgasm rolls out of me, I lie there, spent.
He pulls back.
He doesn't speak as he moves in my room, and I'm desperate to look.
Then the bed depresses again as he leans over me.
"I'm untying you but leaving the blindfold. And no peeking. I will know."
"How?"
"I will know, Lola. And this will be the last you ever see of me. Or don't see."
And then, without waiting for a response, he unties one ankle and then the other.
He whispers to me again. "I have set your alarm. When it goes off, you can take off the blindfold."
Next, he unties my wrists.
It is not until I hear the door that I realize he is gone.
I reach for the blindfold, then drop my hand.
No alarm.
Did I do something to turn him off?
I don't understand.
Because...he didn't fuck me.
I must have done something, because why would he do all that, buy me the lingerie, and then...leave?
No answers come, and I curl up in a ball after kicking off the stupid shoes.
I'm almost asleep when the alarm goes off, and I whip off the blindfold.
It is still dark, and nothing looks disturbed. Except, I assume, me.
I turn off the alarm.
There is a text from Alex.
Alex:I enjoyed that. Very much. Did you?
Me:Why did you go?
Alex:It's a game, kink. We're setting boundaries. I want and crave control.
Me:You didn't fuck me.
Alex:There will be more to come. In the meantime, give in to all your dirty thoughts.
Me:You just exhausted a majority of them for the night.
Alex:Sweet talker.
Alex:In fact, at least once a day, do something naughty and report it to me.
Ooh, boy. That is a doozy because the first thing that pops into my head is sucking Enzo off.
I'm not sure why my mind went there.
That is a lie. I know why.
I get up, strip, and pull on the T-shirt I sleep in.
My mind went there because it turns me on.
Just like tonight did and does.
But... Enzo is a whole other story. Because I'm not sure I could handle him rejecting me.
Lucky for me, fantasies never reject.
And that is all he is and will ever be.
A fantasy.