by Cynthia Dane
She didn’t say anything. What could she say? Did he even want to hear her speak? Instead, she swallowed, wetted her lips, and parted them again to take the head of his cock as he guided it into her mouth.
Monroe did not hold back the sounds of his pleasure either. Maybe he hadn’t last time, either. Alice had been too preoccupied with the newness of satisfying him like this.
“When you’re with me, Ms. Culver,” he hissed her title like a tantalizing serpent, “you learn that the best way to get my attention is to give me exactly what I want. In turn, I’ll take care of you too.” His cock eased its way into her mouth before testing her throat. Okay. Breathe. You can do this. Alice’s listening skills were being put to the test. “Unless you can’t handle it.”
He pulled his cock back out. Alice gasped, coughed, both against her will. Fuck me! Monroe was probably used to women who were so experienced that they swallowed his cock with no issue. “I can…”
“You can what?”
“I can handle it, sir.”
“Hm. We’ll see. If you can’t, that’s fine.” He caressed her forehead, pushing strands of hair away from her face. “I can train you.”
Train her? Every time Alice forgot what lurked beneath their relationship, he found a way to remind her. “Maybe take it slow, sir.”
“I don’t want slow, Alice. I want to feel you devour my cock with that entrancing mouth of yours.” He rubbed her lips with his thumb. When Alice went to suck it, he pulled it back and pinched her cheek. “There are other ways to do it, though, but I want you to ask. Be polite. Ask me to fuck your mouth. I’ll do all the work this time. Tonight I’m easy to please.”
If it weren’t for how relaxed she felt after two orgasms, Alice’s pride would have taken a hit. “Please, sir.”
“Please, what? You need to become more assertive in your requests, Alice. You can be polite and assertive at the same time. I don’t like meek constitutions.”
She couldn’t believe she was going to ask this. “Please fuck my mouth.”
The words were barely in her brain, let alone on her tongue, before Monroe slipped his cock back into her.
He didn’t shove it far back. On the contrary, Alice only tasted his tip for the longest time. But it did not come slowly. His hips shot forward, back, forward, back. Every time his tip rubbed against her lips it was equally likely to roll across her tongue or drag across the roof of her mouth. Precum dripped from his cock onto her tongue. Intoxicating. Not new this time, but still an aphrodisiac to behold in her mouth. The scent, taste, and texture went straight to her brain – and below.
Don’t make him come. As if she had any control over that! His left hand was on top of her head, holding it in place as he fucked her mouth – but she did relax, her throat and gag more welcoming as he pushed farther back into her mouth. His tip never went farther than teasing the depths of her throat. It was enough.
Monroe descended from his carefully controlled mannerisms. More than a few curses escaped his own lips. These seemed to be timed with more precum landing on Alice’s tongue. I wouldn’t mind experiencing that… him coming in my mouth. Before, the thought of such a thing felt like something she would do to make her boyfriend happy, not because she wanted to.
She wanted to do all sorts of things with him. He could throw her on the bed and tease her ass with his cock and she would probably be into it!
What’s happening to me? Was it him? Was it having sex? What was making Alice Culver so susceptible to this crazy shit?
“Fuck,” he muttered, yanking on Alice’s hair so her face pointed toward the ceiling. “The things I want to do to you.” Alice may not have been able to see, but she could hear him grip his cock and give it a few strokes. I want to see. I want to learn how you like it. Alice couldn’t rely on her own experiences with other men. Sure, she had stroked a few cocks in her more virginal days, but she hadn’t learned much from those times. Actually watching Monroe touch himself? That was more than educational.
“What do you want to do to me?” she asked, hushed.
“A million things I could never get away with. Do you want to hear them?”
“Yes.” She remembered her manners. “Tell me, sir. Then do those things to me. Please.”
His tender touch to her cheek was better than seeing him smile.
“I want to ram my cock down your throat until you’re swallowing every drop of me. I want to come on your breasts and watch it drip down your skin. I want to make you ride my lap until we’re both too winded to keep going.” He paused. “I want to bury my cock in your cunt and listen to you beg… no, I want to feel your body beg for me.”
Chills raced down Alice’s spine. “Do that. Please.”
He released her hair. “Get on the bed. You’ve done well, Alice. I wish to reward you for your efforts, as gentle as they are now.”
Alice used his legs as leverage to stand up. He drew her into his hold, bringing her head down for a long, heavy kiss. His cock brushed against her stomach every time she dared to come a little closer. Now his precum touched her skin – one of his fantasies coming partly true.
“On. The. Bed.” He smacked her ass for extra emphasis.
Alice climbed across his lap and back onto the bed. His weight left her side. Clothes moved across skin. When Monroe rejoined her, it was with nothing but skin between them.
“Hold still,” he whispered. Fingers and thumb untied the blindfold and let it drop to the bed. Alice blinked her eyes open.
Shit. He’s almost better looking naked than dressed in those suits. Almost. Alice was a goner when it came to those finely-crafted suits gracing a man’s body. But… what else could be said for a damn good body? She also wasn’t surprised he was this toned in all the right places. The man could afford the best chefs and personal trainers. He ate like a king without wasting calories, and he had a runner’s legs. If Monroe wasn’t taking out his stress through sex, he was probably running.
“Do you like what you see, Ms. Culver?” He tipped her chin up, smirk purring against her lips. “As I promised.”
“You’re very… fetching.” That was a smart word to use, right? Alice was also too drunk on sex.
“Fetching, hm? Never been called that before.” He eased her down onto her back, shadowing her with more than the heavy look in his eyes. The tie disappeared from the bed, ending up in one of his hands. “Put your wrists together. Don’t worry. I won’t make it too tight.”
Alice held her fists against her chest. Her slender wrists were soon bound together with a loose knot in the tie.
“Do you know why I did that?”
She shook her head.
Monroe lightly kissed her lips. A soothing motion she needed more than anything else right now. “Because I want you to know what it means to be my lover. Even when your hands are unbound, you are in my possession. If I left them unbound right now, you would try to touch or take something I never gave you permission to. That’s normal for an untrained partner. Consider this a part of your delightful training. There can be more where this came from… but only if you want.”
Alice understood, and yet she had no idea what the hell he was talking about. I guess we can’t just have sex. As long as he was transparent about it.
“Now for another rule.” He opened her legs again. Only now his cock was out, hard enough to press into her flesh and make her whimper. “You enjoyed our first time together, yes? We’re going to do that again. Only yes and no responses, unless you feel a great need to be more polite than that. ‘No’ is your safe word tonight. If you tell me no, I’ll listen. You have my word. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Monroe sat back, hand on his cock as he eased it toward her. “I think you’ll be impressed with how long I can hold back. To that end, I’m going to fuck you in every position I can stand. You’re going to feel me from every direction, every way a man like me can be powerful in private like this. You can come as often as you want. In fact, I encoura
ge you to do so.” His tip parted her opening. Alice closed her eyes with a low, long groan. “I’m going to hold off until I’m sure it’s time to finish. By then? You’ll forget all of your manners, all of your politeness. You’ll be screaming for my relief.”
If any other man said that, Alice would call him out on his bluff. Yeah, right. With Monroe, though? She’d be shocked if he couldn’t pull through!
“God,” Monroe murmured, sinking deeper into her. Alice squeezed her eyes shut and appreciated every sweet inch filling her. “Every bit of you is incredible.” She thought he would kiss her. He didn’t. “I’ve never met a woman more worthy of my time than you, Alice.”
“Uh huh…” Nope. No words. Probably couldn’t even say his precious yes and no now that he rocked into her, the bed undulating beneath them with their movements.
This was how she had wanted it most. In bed, the man of her heart and loins making love to her in the most traditional pose possible. Her legs condoned it. Her thighs welcomed it. The rest of her? Ecstatic. There was no other way to describe the emotions she felt as they welled up inside and threatened to spill over.
He pressed upon her body, her bound hands digging into his chest as he sucked her throat and occasionally kissed her lips. Whenever she opened her eyes, she saw Monroe still hovering above her and his hands braced on either side of her head. Alice lifted her hips and willed him to take her harder, faster. While his current rhythm was great, she wanted to experience that power constantly surging through him like the most cataclysmic aura to herald a crazy change in her life.
“Do you like it?” His voice was too soft for a man fucking her. Monroe sat back, grabbing her hips and pulling her up against his cock. Shit! The top of Alice’s head dug into the bed. Her body? Welcomed him deep within. “I’ve been waiting to do it like this to you for far too long.”
That was his way of announcing he was going to take her beyond what they already experienced.
He surged into her, furious and beyond comprehension. Was he there? Wasn’t he? Even though Alice could feel and see it for herself, it was still too unreal. Why would a man this gorgeous and powerful want anything to do with her?
Boy did he 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 him, hold him, bring him down upon her. She couldn’t. She 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 his control? Even like this? She had to rely on Monroe to keep her body straight, her balance in check, and maintain their ability to have some kind of emotional connection beyond the physical. He did this for her, and more. Every time his hips bore down upon her, she was put back into place, her whole body yearning for more of this sweet manipulation.
“Do you like it?” he asked again, shortly after kissing her lips.
“Yes.” It was easier to come now. Two orgasms in, and she could come from a derisive look from those burning brown eyes. “Can I, please?”
“May you what?”
Alice cried out instead of speaking. His cock stayed within her, moving enough to make her lose her mind, but refusing to leave her body. “May I please come!”
Monroe pinned her arms down, flat across her chest. “Absolutely.”
The strange thing about this orgasm was that it never peaked. It fueled her 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 he fucked her, or how quickly. It didn’t even matter how wet she was or how hard he was. He brushed against her core. She whimpered in carnal ecstasy. Yet it wasn’t enough to send her completely over the edge.
Instead, Alice remained in purgatory. A purgatory that turned her into a ravenous, sexual beast hell-bent on achieving the last bit of her climax.
Monroe pulling out and away from her was not going to achieve that end!
“I see I’ve created a monster.” If he was annoyed, Alice 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 Monroe rolled her over and pulled her ass back into the air. Her bound hands pushed beneath her face. Hot breath echoed between her palms as Monroe pulled her down onto his cock and took her like he did the first two times they made fools of themselves.
Only this time she knew what to expect. Anticipate.
He pulled her hair again, yes, but he also dug his fingers into her shoulders, her back, the tops of her hips. Sometimes he pulled his cock all the way out, teasing her widening entrance with the tip that promised more. Other times he refused to leave her, his girth swelling but refusing to release his own pent-up relief.
Please… Alice 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 he was finished with her?
Those thoughts evaporated from her brain the moment he spanked her. Hard.
“Ah!” The bed muffled her cry, but she knew he heard her.
“You want another one?”
“Yes!”
The sting was almost as good as him fucking her. Any soreness was only matched by the sweet soreness 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. Alice 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 words until the end. Monroe may have completely succumbed to his base need for sex, but his upbringing could only be pushed down so far. Other men would have plainly told her that her tightness as she constantly teetered on the verge of coming felt “good.” Monroe, on the other hand, called it superb, astounding, and unprecedented. He reiterated this when he pulled out a final time in that position and Alice unleashed more arousal than her poor body could contain.
He could’ve done anything to her. Anything. Fucked her right in the throat. The ass. Behind her fucking knee for all she cared! So when he told her to loop her bound wrists over his head and hold on tight, she knew to obey. Hadn’t obeying him led to incredible outcomes so far?
“Look me in the eye,” he demanded, holding her in his lap and spearing her with his cock. “Don’t you dare look away, Alice. I want to see every emotion on your face as I fuck you.”
Keeping her eyes opened was easier said than done. Whenever he thrust up into her, Alice wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and ride him. Or, at the very least, slam her hips down and meet him halfway. He already opened her up wide enough to take him on the first try. That perpetual, almost-there orgasm continued to haunt her, and she hoped that Monroe could see her pleading with the whites of her eyes.
He must have, for he kissed her, ruthless with his passion, in a ploy to stop looking into her eyes.
“Hold still.” His hands pushed her hips down, effectively holding her in place as he slammed up into her. Alice relied on her straddled knees to keep her balance. Please make me come. Please make me come. The whole size of him was buried effortlessly deep within her. It was only a matter of time, right? “Damnit, Alice!”
What was he damning her for? Was he dying on the edge of orgasm too?
Apparently.
“Say it,” he demanded, pushing her down onto her back again, cock never leaving her body as he continued to fuck her. “Say what you’re thinking!”
Did she even have words beyond yes yes yes do it now do it now I wanna come to say? “Damon!” she cried, straining in her binds to touch him with her embrace. “Please!” Before he could say please what? she said, “Please make me come!”
Sweat dripped onto her from him. Her thighs grew tired, but her body continued to beseech his mercy.
“What else!”
A long, drawn out moan escaped her as sh
e finally hit the crest of her orgasm. “Please come in me, sir!”
Finally, they both released the last of their frustrations. Monroe’s came with such heat that fever claimed Alice. Yes, yes, yes! She wished she had the strength to scream that as he came, taking her down with him.
Chapter 13
Alice didn’t return to Earth for a long while. When her vision eventually cleared, she was still on the bed, naked, her tender muscles chastising her and her skin covered in the dried remnants of what she had experienced.
Monroe lay behind her. Awake, but barely. He was also naked, halfway into bed with nothing but a sheet between himself and the heated air. He was so out of it that he barely acknowledged Alice as she stirred beside him.
“Can I…” She might as well ask since he was not forthcoming with the affection. “Take a shower?”
He mutedly gestured to one of the closed doors. “Take your time. I’m sorry. I’m really tired. It’s been a long week.”
Nodding, Alice got off the bed, legs screaming as they readjusted to being used as nature intended. Instead of, you know, split apart. She walked by him, still naked. Monroe glanced at her before closing his eyes.
Alice was too tired to appreciate the master bath on a million-dollar yacht. She did, however, appreciate the double-headed shower that was easy to manipulate thanks to a digital control panel. She wanted it eighty degrees? It was not a single degree hotter or colder.
She washed the sweat and traces of Monroe from her body. None of the soap or shampoo smelled like him – he must not have bathed here often and let his assistants or whomever stock the supplies. She settled on a lavender soap to wash her skin with, but no matter how much she washed away the physical, she could not disperse with the emotional.