by Evelyn Vox
"Right," she nodded. Her skin prickled in the storm-cooled air and she looked forlornly at her ruined clothes. "I'll get you a flashlight."
When she came back with a flashlight shining into the room, she had a fuzzy blanket wrapped around her. She'd also brought me a towel, which I tied around my waist before I got back to work on the windows. She placed two big flashlights on the ground, and their light was enough for me to see what I was doing as I finished hammering the boards onto the windows.
It wasn't long before I had the foyer boarded up. This house had too many damn windows. The whole place was going to be a hazard if this got as bad as they said it would. I wondered where my Venus had gone to, so I walked to the kitchen to find her rummaging through the cabinets. Next to a large flashlight, there was an alarming array of candles on the counter: tea lights, tall candles, candle sticks, scented candles in jars. There had to be more than two dozen.
"Woman," I said, "did you rob a candle store?"
"Shut up," she quipped at me as she pulled an armful of snacks from the pantry, "candles make a house a home."
"I thought four walls and a roof made a house a home."
"It's not my fault you're a barbarian who lives in the stone age."
I was about to walk over there and show her how much of a barbarian I was, when a loud crash and the sound of shattering glass came from the back room. The high-pitched whimpers of the dogs followed it. Alexandra's eyes went wide.
"My babies," she screamed and raced towards the sound without a light.
I pinched the bridge of my nose before grabbing the flashlight and following her. A tree had fallen through one of the windows. All three dogs were barking and whining, but seemed to be unscathed. There was glass everywhere and rain had started to spray into the room.
"Oh my god," she breathed.
I surveyed the wreckage and made a conclusion.
"We should stay in the foyer. It's the safest room in the house with the windows boarded up."
"Okay," she agreed.
The dogs rushed to her, even Aries, for comfort. She was petting all of them, ushering them out of the room with us. Except, the little black dog of hers didn't want to go. It ran back into the room, dodging glass, and stared at something under the tree branches.
I squinted and saw a flash of yellow: a ball. The dog looked up at me with its pleading, pathetic eyes, and I sighed. I walked over to the tree, glass crunching under my boots until I crouched down and reached into the thicket to grab the toy. The mutt whined excitedly when my fingers wrapped around it. I pulled it out and winced as a jagged branch sliced at my forearm.
I threw the ball out of the room and the dog bounded after it. The scrape on my arm was light, hardly even bleeding. Alexandra walked back in and stood by the door.
"You didn't have to do that," she was looking at me like I had just saved a drowning child.
"It was nothing," I said, "I have some extra tarp in the foyer, I'll put it over the window."
"Perfect," she said, "I'll grab some blankets and pillows from upstairs. You can bring some of these sofa cushions in--at least ones that aren't already wet."
"Alexandra," I told her before she had turned out of the room, "don't get used to giving me orders."
She smiled at me before saying, "Yes, sir."
I went rigid. In more ways than one. She meant it as a joke, she was being silly.
She had no idea what those words did to me.
She'd find out soon enough.
LEXIE
I grinned to myself as I thought about the way he got Coco's ball. My heart melted when he went out of his way to do that. Who knew Derek was such a softie!
By the time I got downstairs, he had set up a nest of sofa cushions and pillows from the sitting room. The dogs were in a corner in a play pen I often kept the pups in, with plenty of cushions of their own. Candles were flickering everywhere. I was careful to avoid them as I plopped down comforters and more pillows for us.
I'd also brought him a terrycloth robe, one we kept around for guests, to match the one I was not wearing. It was warm, soft, and totally comfy; perfect for cold hurricane night slumber parties with Derek Drake. I tossed the robe at him and he caught it with a quirk of an eyebrow. God, he was so sexy.
"Put this on," I instructed.
The shiver that ran down my spine had nothing to do with the chill in the air and everything to do with the look on his face.
"If you want," I amended hastily, realizing I'd just given him another order.
He made to come towards me, but I scooted out of his reach with a squeal. The light of my flashlight shook as I rushed into the kitchen.
I came back with a bottle of bourbon and two highball glasses. He looked so out of place in that white terrycloth robe, I had to stop myself from giggling at the sight of him. I knew for a fact he wouldn't like that. He raised his eyes at me.
"What," I said a little too innocently, "you don't like bourbon?"
"I wouldn't have pegged you for a bourbon fan."
"Yeah, well," I shrugged, settling myself on the pillows next to him, "don't get too excited. I can't stand most Scotches."
I poured us two glasses, neat, and took a generous sip. The amber colored liquid was delicious, and I felt it warm me up from the inside out. Derek took a sip, and I spied a similar look of contentment on his face as it went down.
"See," I told him, "it's perfect for tonight."
The words were barely out of my mouth before his tongue crashed into mine, the scorching taste of bourbon still on his tongue. His hands wound their way around me, climbing underneath my robe and grasping my bare skin. Derek's body was so huge against mine. I didn't have time to react when he picked me up.
Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung onto his neck. He held me like this while he ravished my mouth, for how long, I couldn't tell. His hot tongue danced with mine as I rubbed my bare pussy against his waist. My heart hammered as the pleasure assaulted my body.
Derek put his face into my neck and breathed in my scent. It was so fucking hot that I bucked against him. He chuckled into my neck before pulling back to look into my face. His gaze was heavy and dark and gorgeous as ever.
"What an excited little thing you are," he told me as I squirmed against him. "Don't think I've forgotten your punishment."
A surge of excitement and fear rushed through me. I quirked my head to the side in an all too innocent question.
"Don't be coy," he said before throwing me down forcefully on all the cushions.
I shrieked and scrambled back as he advanced towards me.
"You won't be orgasming until I let you, Princess."
"Oh," is all I managed to say.
He crawled over me until his body was flushed against mine. I could feel how hard he was through the robe and my clit swelled.
“Derek,” I whispered, hoping I could distract him with his need like before, “I need you to fuck me.”
He laughed that low, dark laugh and placed a finger in my mouth. I sucked on it like a whore, but I didn’t care. It was fucking hot. His eyes blazed as he watched me. He took his finger out and rubbed it roughshod and sloppy along my swollen lips. It felt so good I couldn’t help but lean my whole face into his hand.
“I’ll fuck you when I'm good and ready," he told me with a dangerous whisper.
I whimpered against his hand. He withdrew it and moved to remove his robe. I leaned up and grasped at the knot tied around his waist, but he pushed me back, and I fell back hard on my elbows. I could do nothing but watch as he moved with agonizing slowness to take it off.
It slid down the planes of his broad shoulders, and my eyes feasted on the gorgeous, muscular body before me. His cock jutted out proudly in front of him; heavy and thick and begging to be sucked.
"Come here," he ordered, and I obeyed.
I crawled towards him on my knees and reached to touch him. He grabbed my hand before I could make contact. He stared down at me.
I gulped as he released me. I rose to my knees until his cock was right in my face. I licked my lips in anticipation.
"Suck me, Princess," he said, blazing down at me.
I licked my way up and down his impressive length, swirling around his large head before I popped all of him into my mouth. He groaned. He placed his hands on my head and started to pump in and out of my mouth.
"You're going to take all of me, Princess," he said as he moved in and out of my mouth, "is that understood?"
I looked up at him with my mouth full of his cock and nodded as best I could. I wanted to let him use me. He pushed deeper and deeper into my mouth until I felt him going down my throat. He was so huge, my eyes watered and I thought I was going to gag, but I didn't want him to stop.
I wanted all of him.
"Fuck yes, Alexandra," he moaned as his thrusts got harder, making loud, wet smacks as he went in and out.
I didn't know why, but I was so fucking turned on by all of this. It was rough and should have been awful, but I was loving every second of it. I wanted to please him.
Being used like an object for no purpose other than Derek's pleasure had me drenched. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs and couldn't help myself when I slipped a finger between my folds to rub my clit.
"You like my cock in your mouth, don't you, Princess?" he said, his eyes wide and hungry as he watched me touch myself.
I hummed a yes onto his gorgeous cock, and the vibrations sent his eyes closed with pleasure. I was so ready for him to explode in me, when he stopped out of nowhere and shoved my shoulders away from him. I whined to be bereft of him, but his hands were at my robe, pulling it off as he claimed my used mouth with another electrifying kiss.
He pushed me down on the cushions and kissed me once more before crawling over me. He turned around so that his face was right near my pussy. His hot breath tickled me there, making me squirm. His dick hovered near my face, and a trill of trepidation flooded me and I wondered what he was about to do.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth while I eat this hot little cunt of yours, Alexandra," he said, looking down at me between our bodies.
My breathing hitched in my chest.
"And if you come before I do," he warned, "you will be punished."
I barely had a chance to nod before he shoved his cock into my mouth. I gulped and choked on the length of him. This position was intense. He thrust into my mouth and groaned out his pleasure. I wondered if this wasn't too intense when he lowered his head and put his mouth on me.
My eyes flew open at the searing hot pleasure. He made slick wet circles around my bud with his tongue before sliding it all the way down my pussy. When he put that tongue inside of me, I cried out around his dick. All I could do was lie back and let him work as he ravaged my mouth and lapped at my clit.
My senses were overwhelmed. His cock was huge and wild and using me, while his mouth teased and pleasured me all at the same time. My thighs started to quiver, my hips gyrated against his mouth, and I remembered his warning, but I couldn't control myself. I couldn't even say anything to get him to stop. I was helpless against the pleasurable assault.
Derek thrust deeply, pushing far into my throat. He groaned his ecstasy into my pussy and it was the end of me. I was pushed over the edge I'd been toeing and I couldn't stop myself as I thrashed beneath him and came all over his face. I heard him growl as he licked at my juices.
Uh oh.
Anxiety filled me, but before I got a chance to worry about my punishment, his fingers were inside my pussy, and I screamed around his dick.
"I'm going to come in your mouth, Princess," he said, working his fingers in me.
I was so sensitive from my orgasm, the sensations were almost too much, but I didn't want him to stop. A few hard thrusts had him barking out a shout. I felt his semen, hot and thick, spurting down the back of my throat, and I swallowed it all. He stayed inside of me for a moment before removing himself and his fingers.
He turned around and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
"That was exquisite, Alexandra," he said, "if only you could have held on a few moments longer."
Fear washed over me, but I nodded. He wanted to punish me, and I wanted him to. I wasn't just scared, but excited. I had no idea what he had in store for me.
"I want to tie you up, Princess," he said, "but first, you have to say it."
My heart hammered in my chest. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard myself say the words.
"I want you to tie me up, Derek."
The smile he gave me was pure evil.
Chapter Fourteen
DEREK
I left her on the cushions as I got the rope. The dogs were sleeping amid the howling wind and the screaming rain. I could hardly believe what had just happened. I had Alexandra on her knees, sucking me off like a professional. It was perfect. It was hot. It wasn't nearly enough.
I grabbed a length of rope from the work site. She tasted so fucking good, sweet like cherries and citrus. I knew I would never get enough of her.
When I walked back to her, she was sat up and staring at me with wide turquoise eyes as she looked at the rope. I knew she was as terrified as she was turned on. She was smart to be scared of me. I was about to do awful, dirty things to her.
"I'm going to tie you up and have my way with you," I told her.
She swallowed audibly before nodding. I remembered how it felt to step into this world for the first time. The anxiety, the uncertainty, the desire.
"If you want me to stop, tell me and I will," I reassured her.
She nodded again. I liked to see her nervous and scared, but also willing. Knowing that I was about to own and dominate her body in a way no one ever had before had my cock twitching already.
Her desire for me to do it, for me to own her, made it even hotter. I knelt behind her and wrapped my arms around her slender, muscular frame. I placed soft kisses on her neck, making my way up her jaw until I reached her mouth.
She kissed me back deeply, and I felt her relax into me. That was good. It was important that she trusted me. I couldn't resist filling my hands with her breasts. Her nipples pearled into hardened buds beneath my touch, begging for me to squeeze them.
So, I did and she let out a little shriek that had the beast ravenous for her. I ran a hand down her stomach to cup her pussy mound. She lifted into the touch with a moan.
"Get on your stomach," I commanded her, and she obeyed like a good girl.
I stared at the long lines of her back to admire the way it curved into that perfect peach of an ass.
"Place your arms on your back."
She hesitated just a fraction. That was going to cost her.
I smacked her ass. Alexandra cried out as her arms flew behind her back. A red handprint flared to life on her beautiful ass cheek, and I rubbed it soothingly. Her butt arched up into my touch. She liked it, the little mix. I took the rope and made quick work of binding her wrists together. I made cuffs for her wrists before running the two pieces of rope down the back of her legs.
"Get up on your knees."
She didn't hesitate this time as she got on her knees. I took the strands of rope and bound each around the back of a thigh, making sure her legs were spread wide. I pushed her head and torso down, enjoying the sight of the rope catching at her thighs. It forced her knees into a bent position that lifted her ass high into the air.
The angle had her rising hard on her chest with her hands bound behind her back, connected to the ropes on her thighs. I had an incredible view of her pussy and asshole that made me want to lick my lips.
Alexandra looked behind at me. With her cheeks mushed into the cushions and her wide eyes, I could see she was scared. She tried to move, but couldn't--I'd tied her up good and tight. I smiled down at her, my Venus, wrapped up before me like a perfect present. Lust took over her features as she stared back at me.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, Derek," she said.
I leaned over her back to press my throbbing cock against her. I gripped her neck, leaned down, and whispered into her ear.
"One of these days, I'm going to fuck that tight little ass of yours, Alexandra," I said, making her pulse race beneath my grip, "but don't worry, not tonight."
If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was a little disappointed. I chuckled.
"Tonight, Princess," I told her, "I'm going to spank you within an inch of your life and then fuck you. Hard enough that you'll be sore tomorrow. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," she said as she tried to arch her head back to rub against mine like a kitten.
I pushed her head back down. I rose up to admire the beauty of her tied up in front of me once more. The sight alone was enough to make my cock weep with arousal. I rubbed myself, slick with precum, and savored this moment. She peeked back at me and her eyes lit up when she saw the way I was touching myself.
She liked to watch. Interesting.
I stopped what I was doing and spanked her harder than I ever had.
"You don't get to watch."
She screamed, but obeyed with a turn of her head to lean firmly on her cheek. Her ass was splayed before me. I gripped both cheeks, one in each hand. I rubbed and massaged them until she was squirming and moaning out of that delectable mouth. I could see her pussy glistening with arousal, and I slid a finger over her hard, erect little clit.
Alexandra groaned into the cushions. I continued to work her excitement up, and soon, I could feel how close she was to another orgasm. I stopped the pleasure and executed the pain with another hard smack to her ass. Her legs quivered as she screamed.
I went back and forth between working her up to the edge of an orgasm, only to stop and spank her with all the brute force of the beast within me.
"Please, Derek," she begged after several rounds of this, "Please."
My fingers circled her engorged bud and her hips bucked against me, she was so sensitive. She was so deliciously responsive.