by Alyssa Clark
I was tempted to shrug out of my jacket, take the power back from her. Instead, I went with the motion of her tugging. I wasn’t facing her, and I took some solace in the fact she couldn’t see my expression. All of this was making me feel vulnerable in a way I was uncomfortable with. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” I asked, trying to keep myself even and my voice hard. “Follow up on what’s obviously mutual attraction?” I hazarded a look at her over my shoulder, her blue eyes were narrowed at me but still so expressive. She knew what I was talking about, I knew that the moment I saw her at the hotel room bar. “But if I’m wrong, fine. I’ll go, which I was trying to do. Only someone stopped me,” I looked back at the glass of her door. “I wonder why?”
“You’re not the kind of man I’m looking to have a relationship with,” her tone was gentle. That was surprising. “I’m not looking for a relationship. This is what I do to make a living.”
“Might want to tell Allen Franklin that,” I shoved my hands into my pockets. Rejection was a bitch, I shouldn’t have bothered with this. I shrug my shoulders and lean forward, trying to get her to let go.
“And you’re just going to leave like this? You come out all this way and now you’re going to go with nothing?” She gave me a harder tug as if she could get me away from the door.
“Why bother with this?” I turned to face her, making her let go. “I’m not into this, and you know it. Why let you humiliate me when I’m not going to get anything out of it?”
Angela looked like she was going to argue with me. Her mouth opened before she seemed to give into something. She reached behind me and I heard the metallic click of the lock sliding into place. Her expression changed, “If you’re really intending to walk away, might I offer you a parting gift?”
I never thought I’d be irritated by the offer of sex. But, there was irritation, it was hot on my neck in the same way it had been when I woke up alone. But there was also lust hot on its heels. That’s what she worked with, I didn’t know whether or not she instinctively knew what buttons of mine to push or if I was just that receptive to her.
“I don’t,” I stepped away from the door and used the advantage of my height to force her to step back. She didn’t give me much though, she edged back just enough so that even with her looking up at me she still managed an air of dignity and command. “Want to play in your playroom,” I nodded towards the door that led towards where she toyed with depravity. “If I do anything with you now,” I leaned down as if I were going to give in, like I was going to kiss her. “You’re not going to spank me.”
Her lower lip came out quick, there was a huff that came out with that point, and I heard her stomp a foot. “Oh, come on,” she didn’t even bother containing her temper. “It’s not that you don’t like it,” she started to wag a finger at me like she was scolding me. “I know you do, every time I have spanked you, you were so hard it took little effort to make you cum. Don’t act all high and mighty just because your little alpha ego was bruised.”
Alpha ego?
I snorted and folded my arms across my chest. I made sure that if she thought me an alpha that I would exude that air of superiority as if I were one. “No spanking,” I said simply, and I waited to see if she was going to cave in. If she wanted me enough to give up on the prospect in favor of just sex.
I watched as she worked out how she was going to get what she wanted from me without getting that one bit. She stepped away from me and went to the door I had motioned to, “Fine. I won’t spank you. But, I am the boss here. We will fuck.” She shoved the door open, “But it’s going to go the way I want it.”
“You’re under the false impression I want to fuck you still,” I threw at her. I wasn’t necessarily having second thoughts about her being in charge. I just knew that this parting gift wouldn’t help my situation in the least. It would just leave me wanting more.
“Oh, it's not a false impression,” the confidence in her voice told me she knew just what she was doing to me. She held the door open to the back of her office space and stepped into it.
She shot me a look, and without much concern for the what could be seen from there, she shrugged out of her robe. I could see the leather corset and the strip of fabric that just barely covered the crack of her ass. There were no stockings to go with this, but boots that came up to her knees and left a beautiful stretch of creamy thighs open to my view.
Fuck me. She was right.
I couldn’t help, but follow her as she led the way. I was apprehensive, while she had agreed to not spank me I didn’t think to eliminate everything else off the table. I didn’t think that far ahead, but I still followed her.
She led the way to the same wrought iron bed that she tied me to last time. The memory of her lips around my cock was thrilling, but I felt the need to put my foot down on the other things she had done. I stopped her when she started to undress me. “You will not put anything into me,” I glared at her.
I got another pout, but she went right back to undressing me. She pushed my jacket off my shoulders and loosened my tie. “You need to be more honest with yourself. That was a hell of an orgasm, and you know it,” she didn’t sound at all apologetic. “All I did was put my fingers in your butt.”
The nonchalant way she said it made me cringe. There was truth to her words, but it didn’t mean I enjoyed hearing them. I caught her hands and I forcefully stopped her, “You will put nothing in me.”
Her lips curled upward, and she made no attempt to pull away. “What about my tongue?” she hummed as she leaned closer. She went as far as to swipe it across her bottom lip, distracting me.
I could think of a few things that I wanted to be done with her tongue. One of them, since she was so close, I decided to demonstrate to her. I closed the distance and caught her bottom lip between mine. I mimicked the path her tongue had taken with my own before I got caught up in the taste of her. It escalated from there, the way she had been undressing me with the professional air she usually carried faltered in favor of the kiss. It only seemed to grow in intensity.
I couldn’t understand how she couldn’t feel the connection I did. My heart felt like it was thumping a mile a minute in my chest, I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. All of it going south as my cock started to throb for attention. Somehow, she managed to work buttons free on my shirt, and before too long she had it shoved off my shoulders until it got caught in my slacks. We pulled apart, and I tugged the linen out of my slacks before wrestling with my belt.
This was less about dominance, there wasn’t any display of power that I could tell. It seemed like want and needs had become more important than just being in control. She didn’t stop me, she let me finish undressing. Her hands explored and traced the lines on my exposed chest, making muscles twitch.
My slacks hit the floor, and I kicked off my shoes without care, everything was forgotten in this moment. She directed me to the bed, we both sat still tangled in a kiss that I was truly enthralled by. I let her lead without thought, giving in as she pressed me back against the thin mattress.
She tugged away from my mouth and followed down my jaw. Her teeth scraped against my skin, and I couldn’t help the shudder that went through me. I almost didn’t notice her pulling my hands up over my head, that’s how far gone I was. But the silk winding around my wrists brought me back to reality. She was tying me to the bed.
“What the fuck?” I looked up to see my tie was the rope, not that it mattered. I gave them a tug, seeing if I could free myself, but she had me quite secure against the wrought iron. “What are you doing?”
“I,” she got up and started to walk around the bed as she glared at me. It felt like she was sizing me up, “Am the boss here. You agreed to this when you walked back here with me.” With that said she left me on the bed, I watched until she disappeared then I began to tug on the bindings that held my wrists together. The fucking thing refused to budge. “Normally,” she came back with a string of condoms. It's something that s
hould excite me, but I was still struggling with being tied up. “I’d have knots that would tighten the more you struggle. But, your tie isn’t something I normally work with. So, it's there just enough to hold you.”
“It couldn’t just be sex with you, could it?” I didn’t bother trying to hide my irritation. This wasn’t what I expected when I followed her in here. I didn’t think a parting gift would involve me being tied to a bed again.
“Are you complaining?” She had ripped open one condom and sat down on the bed. “Do I need to remind you of the last time you were in this position? I enjoyed myself,” she took hold of my erection as if she weren’t talking. She gave me a few solid strokes that had my hips shifting involuntarily. “Besides, the last time we had a moment like this,” she took the time to roll the condom onto me. “You took the lead, and I graciously allowed it. It's my turn to be on top,” she stood again and slid her panties down her thighs.
I flexed my hands, not because the blood was blocked off but because I itched to touch her. It didn’t look like she was going to bother with foreplay, which was a little disappointing because I wouldn’t have objected to her sitting on my face. But I didn’t complain as she straddled my hips and began to rub against me in a way I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying.
“Just going to dive right on it?” I did my best to move with her.
She leaned over me, caging me in with her hands on either side of my head. She kept rubbing her sex against my erection I couldn’t feel the dampness on my cock but I felt the warmth, and with each movement, it would trickle down. It felt like torture that I was so close to where I wanted to be, I didn’t have the control to position myself to get the right angle to thrust into her.
“I saw your text,” her breath caught. “I couldn’t help the rush,” her eyes closed and I felt her hand wrap around my cock again. “I thought of all the things I wanted to do to you,” she took aim then started to slowly press herself onto me. “That was enough foreplay,” she moaned a little.
She thought about it, she thought about me. She didn’t want to wait she just wanted this. And she couldn’t see why I would want more?
I couldn’t question too much. When I was fully surrounded by her heat, thoughts went out the door. I groaned and wished I could touch her. It was enough to make me damn her and begin to tug on the silk that held my wrists together with more determination. It didn’t go unnoticed and she slapped me, my cheek stung. She hit me hard enough to get my attention through the lust. “You,” she placed her hands on my upper arms holding them still. “Do not get to be in control of this.”
“I want to touch you,” I argued. It seemed like a good argument.
“You don’t get to,” she began moving over me in a steady rhythm that I could only clumsily fall into. I wasn’t just going to lay here; I wanted to affect her just as she was affecting me. “I am the boss here,” she hissed and I could see the push and pull affecting her.
“Fuck being the boss,” I grunted as she straightened up.
“You only say that because you’re always on top,” she laughed. She arched backward, and I got the view of where we were connected, I saw my cock disappear into her. It almost made up for the fact that I didn’t get to have my way.
“Your tits,” I gritted out. “Let me see them,” I demanded because the way they bounced in her corset wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more, I wanted so much more from all of this.
She gave me a glare, looking as if she were going to resist me further. “Say please,” she hissed.
I didn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes. But when she didn’t make any effort to do as I wanted, she threw her head backward and seemed to drive herself down harder on me. The pace picked up, and the force was rocking me in a way that I wasn’t prepared for. I couldn’t help it when I finally caved, “Please.”
She didn’t disappoint, one hand reached up to tug down the cups that restrained her breasts. They bounced as she went back to drawing pleasure from me. At least I did have some consolation from it. She stilled for a beat, from the way her pussy strangled me I got the feeling that she was all too close to completion. I took hold of the bed frame in an attempt to find some leverage. It was just enough so that I could manage to thrust into her harder and in quick succession.
It was rough considering I wasn’t able to hold onto her hips to keep her where I needed her to be. Her thighs tightened, and she curled forward, holding onto my waist as if it would help compensate. From the noise she made I assumed that I was hitting something at this angle. She didn’t make any attempt to take the rhythm back from me, she crumpled forward against my chest.
I wasn’t done by any means, I was throbbing on the cusp of it. But with the way she melted around me I stilled. “Untie me,” I pleaded with her nosing into her curls. “I’ll give you another one just as good. Just let me go, baby. We’re not done, yet,” I couldn’t even fathom her denying me this.
She hummed and flexed around me, curling up to look at me. Her eyelids were heavy, and she looked as if she might be drunk, “No.” I got a broad, sexy smile for my trouble. “We’re not done,” she tapped my lips with a finger. “When we’re done I’ll untie you. But not before.”
I clenched my hands into fists, I didn’t expect her to tell me no. I jerked hard, feeling a give in the fabric that held my wrists to the bed. I didn’t give a damn if I ruined my tie. I wanted to be free now. I wanted to roll us over and continue to fuck her until neither of us could move.
I wasn’t getting my way.
She made no move to continue, instead seemed all too happy to stretch out across my chest and pet me as she recovered from her orgasm. She entertained herself by kissing and nipping a nonsensical pattern, she was trying to draw me away from my anger. She must have felt it with the way I clenched and flexed against my bindings because she sat up and started moving again, going slower as she began to do another build up.
I didn’t let this distract me from what I wanted. I did my best to play double time by making the ride she was giving me as rough as I could. It looked, from the way her eyes clenched closed, that she wasn’t focused on what I was doing. Her hands seemed to be occupied with holding her level as she bounced on me.
This was good because I could feel the fabric starting to give. I doubt I would have lasted this long if it weren’t for my drive to get my hands free. It was a feat that I was about to get rewarded on. I gave my hands a hard tug down, and the rip of fabric found a way to be louder than her.
Her eyes flew open and connected with mine, I was caught. My wrists were still tied together, but I wasn’t tied to the bed frame anymore. I sat up and decided I’d just deal with my wrists the way they were. I had my arms around her before she could think to pull away. “Gonna need something better to keep me tied up,” I growled at her before I caught her mouth with mine.
She didn’t fight me. If anything, she kept up the rhythm she had been leading since she started moving on me. Her arms went around my shoulders, and she quickly went to dominate with her lips and tongue. It was a battle I let her win as I lost myself in just the connection between us.
It was like being on fire. Not with just the way my cock throbbed with how my stomach clenched and my heart twisted up in my chest. I didn’t worry about getting my wrists separated, I just held onto her tightly as I rocked up into her.
Angela was close to coming again, she lost focus on our kisses and seemed to be content to just moan against my lips. It was probably the only win I’d ever get back here. Or I thought so until she jerked back, “Not enough.” It was incoherent, but I didn’t let the confusion stop me. “Hands!” She demanded as she tried to push back on my arms.
“What?”
“Give me your hands,” she barked like a drill sergeant.
It threw me off, and I jerked my arms up over her head. It caused her hair to fall into her face and I couldn’t help the snort of laughter that tore through me. She slapped me hard, still in control of the situation. “We
’re not done,” she worked the knot free and quickly unwound my ruined tie from around my wrists. I went to get a handful as soon as she freed me, cupping a breast and reaching around to fill up that ass. I was ready really lose myself in her until she pulled away.
I started to protest, “You said we weren’t done.” I had just gotten to touch her.
She was up and off my lap, I immediately felt the loss of the hot hold she had on me. But she turned around and bent down over the end of the bed. I was treated to a view of her that I couldn’t say no to. She was using the footboard of the bed hold herself up, and she had her back arched just enough for me to see how much she had been enjoying herself.
I didn’t wait for instructions. I leaned forward to indulge in what she had to offer. I swept the flat of my tongue along the length of her opening, she was so wet that all I was doing was garnering a taste. But that wasn’t enough. I wrapped an arm around her hips and spread her just so I could feast. I went from lapping at the sweet dampness of her cunt to swirling my tongue around that little button at the top it. I started to thrust my fingers into her, but she started to fight the hold I had on her. “Fuck me, Matt,” she demanded. “Fucking your hand isn’t going to be enough.”