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by Evelyn Vox


  "Please, what?"

  "Please, fuck me. Please."

  "And what will you do when you need to come, Alexandra?” I asked, tracing slow, torturous circles around her clit.

  She was going mad, whining and squirming just the way I wanted her to. She was so frustrated that she looked like she was about to cry.

  "I'll ask your permission," she gasped out.

  I withdrew my hand and gave her one final smack. Her ass was bright red, covered in my hand marks; it was beautiful. My cock felt like it could rocket off my body. Pulling on the taut rope between her arms and her legs, I yanked her hips towards me.

  I placed the head of my cock right at her entrance and had to bite back a groan of my own. She was so fucking wet. I couldn't wait to plunge into her. But not yet.

  "Should I fuck, you, Princess?"

  "Please, please, please," she begged, whining like the spoiled thing she was, "I'll be good. I'll ask. Please, just fuck me, please, Derek.”

  With one hard thrust, I buried myself in her, hissing in pleasure.

  It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

  LEXIE

  I didn't know pleasure like this existed. When he pushed into me, I screamed with the intensity of it. I never scream like this during sex. His hands were hard on my hips as he pierced me until he was all the way in, and fuck, he was still so big.

  He stretched my walls, filled me up, and didn't bother to give me a chance to get used to him this time. He rode me fast and vicious, having his way with me just like he promised he would.

  I'd never been fucked like this in my life.

  My face was smushed into the cushions, the weight of my body resting painfully on my chest, but I didn't care. All I could feel was his massive dick pummeling into me from behind. He was so fucking hard inside of me. Waves of pleasure rocked through me.

  I was gasping and screaming, my eyes brimmed with tears from the pleasure or the pain or the sheer intensity of it all. The orgasm he'd been stoking up in my body was big. It was too big.

  It was going to tear me apart.

  "You're so fucking tight and wet, Alexandra," he said, slowly drawing himself out before thrusting back in with all the strength of his mighty body.

  "Please, Derek, " I heard myself saying, "Fuck me harder."

  I wondered who this woman was who had taken over me right now.

  He growled like an animal and rocked into me harder than I thought was possible. Derek was so strong, so in command of his movements and ownership of me. I'd never realized how much I relied on moving around during sex to lessen the sensations. Now that I was bound tight, with nowhere to move and no way to wriggle around to hold the tension somewhere else, it was all flooding me to the core.

  It felt so fucking good that it hurt. I needed to come. The pressure was too much. It ramped up in speed and was going to hit me full force. I couldn't escape his relentless thrusts. I couldn't escape him. His hands were so rough on my hips as he speared me over and over with his cock. It felt like he was rubbing at my clit from the inside out.

  "I need to come," I screamed before it was too late, praying he'd let me.

  He didn't slow his pace as he said in a labored voice,

  "What you need is to ask my permission, Brat."

  Fuck. That tone, that name. It was too much. The point of no return was racing towards me. My ass was sore enough; I couldn't take another spanking.

  "Please, Derek," I cried, tears of exasperation leaking out of my eyes, "please, may I come?"

  He replied by ramming into me faster. Thrusting harder and fucking me brutally. The devil! I held myself off for as long as I could, until I felt like I was about to go mad from it, waiting for him to answer. I couldn't hold back. I couldn't fight it any longer.

  "Please!"

  "Come for me, Princess," he said.

  The words were my salvation and ruination.

  The climax hit me like a tidal wave and I screamed his name before it sucked me under. My cum gushed all over his cock and my walls claimed down on his hard length repeatedly as my orgasm thundered through me.

  He bellowed as his own climax was ripped from him too. He thrashed into me as he comes. Exhaustion claimed me, my body went limp, and my legs turned to jelly. I could suddenly feel the cramps in my arms and knees from being bound for so long. Derek pulled out of me and placed a sweet, tender kiss on both my ass cheeks before untying the ropes.

  I collapsed into the soft cushions. He laid down next to me, scooped me up in his big arms, and covered us with a blanket. I couldn't stop trembling as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me. His wicked, dark laugh greeted my ears as he pulled me in close. I turned around to nuzzle my face into his warm, broad chest.

  "Are you okay?" he asked, and I was surprised to hear the concern in his voice.

  "Yes," I said, "it was just a lot."

  "Do you want to keep doing this?"

  He didn't need to explain for me to understand what he meant. He didn't mean just fucking. Derek meant something more. Something far darker and more dangerous. The answer came to me easily.

  "Yes."

  He pulled me back and looked at me seriously. His gray eyes were so bright, they looked silver in the candlelight.

  "You're sure?" he pushed, his face alight with a tenderness I'd never seen before.

  "Positive."

  "Do you want to be mine, Alexandra?"

  I shuddered, but said it with no hesitation, no doubt in my heart.

  "I want to be yours, Derek."

  He kissed me with a fervor that I wasn't expecting. He nibbled on my lower lip, taking his time to deepen the kiss. Heat flared between my legs again. Our bodies were flushed together, and I felt him getting hard for me already. How could I say no to passion like this? Derek pulled away from me, leaving us both a little breathless.

  "I want to dominate you, Alexandra," he said, and by the expression on his face, I could tell this was very important to him.

  "This wasn't enough?" I was having a hard time imagining what he could mean. "How does it get more dominant than being hogtied, spanked, and fucked into oblivion from behind?"

  "I want more of you. I want all of you," he growled out, a dangerous, possessive tone leaking into his voice.

  He was staring at me full force, dominant and hungry already, and I released a little pant. Being wanted this much, being dominated and owned this much, it was intoxicating. It was stirring up desires I never knew I had. I wanted to give all of myself to him. I wanted to submit. It terrified me.

  "I want to explore the boundaries of your pleasure and your pain. I want to take you to new heights. I want to feel what it is to control you, your mind, and your body," he said, giving my shoulders a squeeze.

  A tremor of excitement quivered down my spine and settled in my stomach. I was intrigued, curious to explore, but also scared. This was all so new, and I had no idea what I'd even be agreeing to if I said yes.

  "I don't know much about this stuff," I admitted with a blush, "how can I make an informed decision?"

  "You'll have to trust me completely. You'll have to trust that I will take care of you."

  He said it with such certainty and confidence that I knew it wouldn't be hard to give into him like that.

  "I've seen the kinky toys in sex stores," I told him, remembering all the whips and canes, "I don't want you to hurt me."

  "I'm dominant, not sadistic," he told me, "I enjoy punishing you when you misbehave and pleasuring you when you do behave. It's not your pain itself I crave. I savor the control."

  "Oh," I said, unable to say much more as the idea of submitting to him to be pleasured or punished made my heart flutter.

  I could only let out little pants of desire. Why was it always so hard to breathe around him?

  "It didn't seem like you minded the pain so much tonight," he said with a grin that jarred me from my thoughts.

  "That is true," I considered.

  I had enjoyed it. I enjo
yed it a lot, actually. Who knew that pain could feel so good? I wasn't sure how I felt about being whipped or beaten. But then again, I never knew I'd like spanking so much.

  "You can spank me," I concluded, "and I'd be open to using other toys for that purpose, but I don't want anything too intense."

  My nose curled as I remembered some of the toys I'd seen in that dark corner of the sex store.

  "Don't worry," he laughed, "I'm more into the power play than the toys."

  "Good."

  "That doesn't mean there won't be any toys," he said with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

  I smiled up at him, ready to submit, but then I remembered one very important factor in all this. My husband.

  "You can't leave any lasting marks on me. Nothing that Brian would see."

  He frowned.

  "I guess that can't be avoided," he said in a tense voice.

  "It can't."

  "Fine," he agreed, but he still sounded terse, pissed off.

  He squeezed me possessively, and I wasn't sure if he even knew he had done it.

  "And I'm allowed to say no at any time."

  "Always," he said, loosening his grip to stroke my back. "We'll have a safe word, but Alexandra," he intoned, "you're only to use it in dire circumstances. I take its use very seriously and it will change our dynamic because it will mean I failed you."

  I looked up at him with wide eyes. His brows were drawn, and there was such concern on his face that my heart felt like it would break. I knew in that moment that I could trust Derek completely.

  "It's not something you say when you feel scared or overwhelmed. Only use it if you truly cannot continue what we are doing."

  "I understand," I said.

  The idea of being pushed to that limit where I'd have to use the safe word was horrible and thrilling all at once.

  "One more thing," he said with a wicked, wicked grin and tone to match.

  It sent shivers down my spine.

  "You will call me Sir."

  I almost wanted to laugh, but then I saw how serious his face was.

  "Okay."

  "Say it now," his eyes took on a hard look.

  "Yes, Sir," I gasped, the words flowing out with ease.

  The power I yielded in the phrase flooded me with desire. I was starting to see why he was so serious about it. It elevated him, made me small, and put him in control.

  "Good girl."

  I was absurdly happy with his praise. I nuzzled my head back into the warmth of his chest with a little smile. I nosed around the center of his chest, where his scent was strong and musky, and I drank it in like it was the finest wine. He smelled so good. It was unreal.

  "There's much to explore here, Alexandra," he said.

  I listened to the steady sounds of his heart. It was the only sound that filled my ears. What happened to the rain? I lifted my head and listened for more, but I couldn't hear anything.

  "What is it?" he asked.

  "It's quiet," I said, "the storm's stopped."

  "We must be in the eye of the hurricane."

  We covered ourselves in blankets and opened the front door. The air was still and thick, casting an eerie calm over the night. We looked across the horizon and watched as the clear sky above us stretched until it met the oncoming darkness of the rest of the storm.

  Chapter Fifteen

  LEXIE

  We fell asleep in a heap on the cushions, tangled in comforters and pillows. I woke up enclosed in his strong arms. His heat warmed me like a furnace and I felt safe, content. Derek's breathing was steady and slow, telling me he was still asleep. I looked at his relaxed face, so different from the stern lines he always held it in.

  Derek was beyond handsome; he was beautiful, with a long straight nose and full, sensuous lips. Add to that the chiseled square jaw, the high cheekbones, and deepest eyes, and you had a recipe for one hot as hell man. He was the kind of man who never looked clean shaven with that dark black stubble keeping him forever scruffy.

  I couldn't believe he was mine. Or that I was his, I supposed.

  I thought about last night and braced to feel shame or guilt, but found only happiness. I was excited and craving more. I wasn't ready to come to terms with what this made me. What kind of woman actually enjoyed being treated like that? I couldn't imagine myself acting that way with another man, not even Brian.

  There was just something about Derek, his presence, and his energy, that made me want him in that way and that way only. Rough, brutal, and devious. The idea of making tender, gentler love to him was laughable. He made me do things I never knew I was capable of, and I was helpless in the face of his dark, brutal desires.

  He let out a little moan, and his arms tightened around me instinctively. His heavy cock thudded against my bare ass. He was so hard, I gasped. I pushed back against him and reached to wrap my arms around his neck. I turned my face to see those eyes of flint spark down at me before he put his mouth on mine.

  Will it always feel this good with him?

  Huge hands roved around my body, touching me all over; breasts, nipples, stomach, thighs, ass, but never between my legs where I needed him. I squirmed with desire and gave him my best puppy dog expression. He laughed before biting my neck so hard I cried out. It was always so shocking when he did that!

  "How badly do you want me to touch you?" he whispered in my ear.

  "Badly," I gasped, as his hands inched closer to my drenched pussy.

  "You know what you have to do,” he said, drawing circles with his thumbs over my abdomen and inner thighs. It was driving me wild.

  "Please," I begged, "please, touch me."

  "Please, what, Alexandra?" he said sharply as his hands gripped my flesh tight in warning.

  "Please, Sir," I corrected, "please touch me."

  "But I am touching you, Princess."

  He resumed his gentle caressing, and I groaned in frustration. He wasn't going to make this easy. It was too early to be toyed with like this.

  "You know what I mean, Derek," I snapped before I could stop myself.

  His hand stopped, still as death, until he slapped my thigh.

  "You have a lot to learn, you little Brat," he sneered in a way that made me tremble and gush.

  I didn't know what to do. My mind was terrified of what my punishment would be, but my clit throbbed all the same. I whimpered pathetically. It was all I could do trapped in his arms like that.

  "Go upstairs," he commanded, "and wait for me in bed. Get that vibrator out. Do not use it. Do not touch yourself. Don't do anything other than wait."

  I stared up at his hard, foreboding eyes for a moment too long because he smacked me again. I winced at the sting and jumped out of his arms, scurrying up the stairs like a mouse.

  I was so glad I got those batteries yesterday.

  DEREK

  Alexandra ran up the stairs like an obedient little puppy. I watched that perfect, taut ass all the way up until she disappeared into the bedroom. The beast roared at me to chase her down and fuck her there, but I tabled the urge.

  I was going to make her wait until her imagination ran wild. I wanted the anticipation to drive her crazy.

  I took the time to take care of the dogs and survey the damage outside. Aside from branches and debris, the property looked unscathed. I made a note to board up the broken window later today. After I saw to the Brat upstairs.

  I'd wanted her so badly and was so convinced I'd never have her that all of this was so surreal. It felt like a dream, like I would wake up at any moment and lose her. Alexandra was everything I could have hoped for and more. The beast was a happy little monster, purring in my chest. Last night...last night was incredible.

  And it was just the beginning. If only she knew the things I wanted to do to her.

  She'd find out soon enough.

  My dick lurched to life the moment I let myself think about her, and I was ready to play. It had been about twenty minutes, and I decided I'd kept her waiting long enough. I
made my steps loud and deliberate, knowing the sound would set her heart racing. I wanted her nerves on high alert. That would make the sensations all the more intense for her.

  She left the door wide open. Alexandra was sprawled out on the bed, lying on her side with one arm resting along the curves of her body. Her head was lying in the crook of the arm folded behind it. My Goddess, laid out and ready for me. I breathed out sharply.

  Her sea eyes were wide, and her expression was a gorgeous mix of apprehension and desire. I heard her breathing hitch as I got closer. My cock jutted out far in front of me, and she stared at it with a lick of her lips. My dick thrummed to be inside of that mouth again, but not yet. I stood by the edge of the bed and looked for it.

  "The vibrator," my voice was low, stern.

  This was not a time for playfulness. Visible quivers raked her body. Good. She should be scared. She reached a slender arm behind her and picked up the same purple vibrator I saw all those days ago. It seemed like it was years ago.

  "That's it?"

  "Yes," she said.

  Anger spiked through me and I growled,

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, Sir," she said breathlessly.

  I grabbed her delicate chin in my rough hands. I brought her face close to mine and glared into those turquoise eyes with all the dominance I had.

  "After today," I promised her, "you will never forget to call me 'Sir' again."

  Her eyes went huge with shock and the beast rumbled with delight. Alexandra would understand what it meant to truly submit soon enough. I released her and picked up the vibrator.

  "This thing is a joke," I said, "some day, I'll show you what a real vibrator looks like, but this will do for now."

  I tossed the thing on the bed in front of her. She eyed it, unsure of what to do.

  "I want to see what I've been missing. Use this," I commanded, "but do not come."

  "Yes, Sir," she said, and the words were a symphony to my ears.

  Alexandra flipped the button that made the little rabbit hum. She took it and rubbed the head along the length of her pussy, resting it at the top where the rabbit ears fluttered at her clit.

 

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