“Yes, I’m a good submissive,” I say seriously.
“Ha-ha! No, you’re not!”
“I am.” I lower my voice. “I love to be dominated. I loved the spanking and everything that happened at the dungeon, remember? I…I feel like I want to explore that more.”
“You want to explore that more?” his stare tells me everything, all the darkness he can possibly exude and bring upon me. And this time, I’m ready. I want it.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” he pauses with a serious look on his face. “We both know how you love getting your fuck. The moment you need it is when all hell breaks loose in your head.”
“No, not anymore. I promise.”
“You promise?” he arches his eyebrow and makes yet another meaningful pause while observing me carefully; his eyes linger on my lips and his tongue goes over his, making them glossy with desire.
“Very well.” His eyes go behind me, over at the waitress and the food she’s bringing to the table. He leans closer and whispers. “We’ll play tonight. Don’t forget what you said, Amelia.”
The food is being placed on the table and it seems like there are too many plates around.
“What did you order, boys?” I ask.
“A little bit of everything,” Michael smirks sheepishly. Max appears to like his joke and, hanging his head low, he grins. Jason just feels uncomfortable; I know all this is Michael’s doing.
“Michael!” I scold but Alexander gently squeezes my thigh under the table and exclaims, “Perfect! How did you know I wanted to try everything they have? Thank you, Michael!” he smiles and starts making space for all the plates on the table. Michael is somewhat confused with how things turn out; he definitely didn’t want to be thanked by Alexander.
“Max, come on, make some space!” Max is prompted to start moving the plates about. “Cool, huh? We’ll get to try everything!” Alexander is really confusing them and they have no idea how to react to his cheerfulness.
With all the plates on the table and everyone settling into their quiet selves, Alexander and I eat our dinner and observe them. They’re all amazed at the amount of food on the table. There must be at least five plates for each of them. Gradually, they take spoonfuls, tasting the food while they complain about how nothing tastes good in here.
“You want to get him upset, ask me next time,” Max whispers in Michael’s ear. Jason catches me watching them closely and warns Michael, then they both look at me. Busted.
“What? I really wanted to try everything!” Michael says under his breath.
“How’s your food, Alexander?” deliberately ignoring them, I turn to Alexander.
“Excellent, thank you, Amelia.” We play the game very well, noticeably engaging in a conversation and I see the children easing off. Michael turns to Max and whispers something back, with Max sneering quietly and in return, Michael gets praise on his prank. I don’t want to encourage the boys to do any pranks but all this, tonight, is about getting them to talk to each other. And it seems like it’s working. They start passing the plates, talking about how disgusting the food is. Then, Max pulls out his iPad from his backpack and…ha, of course. We’re forgotten and their main focus is now on the game at hand.
I guess phase one of Alexander’s plan is successful. They bonded. Yes, as he expected, against us, but nevertheless, they’re talking to each other.
~
“If Thomas comes in you’ll call me immediately, okay?” I say to Mrs. Saunders.
“Yes, Amelia, don’t worry.”
“I know he won’t come today, after what Alexander did to him, but still.”
“Amelia, I’m not afraid of Thomas.”
“I know you aren’t. I just want you to call me.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Saunders. I really don’t know what I would do without you.”
“You’ll manage, I’m sure.” She smiles kindly. “How were the boys tonight, Amelia?”
“Good, I think. Didn’t storm out or make a scene. Alexander’s son was well behaved, too. In the end, the children started talking again. That was the idea.”
“Amelia, if you’re upfront with the boys they’ll eventually understand. What’s more, you got yourself a remarkable man. Doing what he did this morning made them realize what you have is serious. And that, my dearest Amelia is …” tears start running down her cheeks and her wavering voice is not allowing her to continue.
“Oh, Mrs. Saunders, are you okay?” I embrace her and she gives me a heartwarming hug.
“I’m just happy for you Amelia, that’s all,” she sniffles.
“So am I, but we haven’t won the war yet. There are so many battles in front of us, Mrs. Saunders, and it’s scary.”
“Don’t worry, dear. With Alexander next to you, your battles are already half won.” She wipes her tears with a handkerchief she pulls from her pocket. “Now, go. Go and have fun.” She pushes me out the door.
~
I’m sitting on the dark red Chesterfield sofa in Alexander’s lounge, while he’s in the kitchen getting us a drink, when I hear Quinn’s voice coming from downstairs.
“Yes, an Xbox! The latest one!”
“No way, Quinn!” Max’s excited voice is screeching across the landing. Oh god, if he comes in here and sees me, he’s not going to like it. I haven’t seen him make a scene yet but his intense stare is enough to make me feel uncomfortable.
“Yes, way, Max! You can see it for yourself if you want!” Quinn continues.
“You think you’re better than the last time?” Max asks cheekily.
“Oh, dear child, I’ve practiced for hours. Now, I’m the best!” I haven’t heard Quinn talking like this, he’s so... alive. He and Max must really get along.
“Yeah? Well, get ready,” I hear footsteps running up the stairs and Max walks in, heading directly in the kitchen.
“Dad, may I go to Quinn’s tonight to play some games?” he asks in one breath.
“Sure, go ahead,” Alexander smiles. “Just don’t forget to say hello to Amelia. You missed her as you walked in,” he gently scolds.
“Oh, I didn’t see her,” he replies almost apologetically and turns around. “I thought she went home.” From across the room, he looks directly into my eyes. “Hello.”
I’ve never received a colder hello in my life but I think, it’s okay. It’s his right to hate me.
He walks out of the lounge just as he came in, in a hurry.
Alexander comes out with the wine and as he sits down next to me he takes his cell out of his pocket and starts texting.
“Let me just make sure Quinn keeps him there until morning.”
“Alexander, I’ll go early tonight, we don’t have to….”
“Yes, we have to!” he says firmly and then, more softly, he explains. “Max and Quinn are good friends. They spend hours playing games together and even if you weren’t here tonight, I know Max will fall asleep over there. So don’t worry, I’m only making sure he does that. If Max wants to come back, Quinn can’t stop him. He’ll just inform me in time.”
He finishes the text and places the cell on the mantelpiece above the fireplace.
“Right, this is what I was thinking.” He sits down next to me, holding his glass of wine. “This will be our space. Yours and mine. To Michael and Jason, you’re moving into a safer house. Temporarily. Downstairs. For them, we don’t live together. Of course, once they’re in bed I expect you to join me up here, because off the record, we’ll be living together and we certainly will be fucking together. Are you following me?”
“Um…yes, I think so.”
“So are we clear?”
I nod.
“Max is going away on Friday. Saturday, you move in.”
“I think I have to talk to Mrs. Saunders first,” I say and take a sip from my glass, wondering how I’m going to make this happen.
“Tomorrow’s Thursday,” he states. “Talk to her tomorrow and get
her on board for Saturday.”
I have two days to persuade Mrs. Saunders to come and live with us and I sigh loudly again at the daunting prospect I’ve taken on to make all this happen.
“Stop overthinking it. It’s going to be okay.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Yes, and it can be easy for you, too, if you don’t overthink it.” He takes my hand in his and kisses it.
“Amelia, it’s going to be fine. Trust me.”
I smile and let him hold my hand against his cheek, brushing it gently.
“Now, let’s change the subject.” He smirks. “What was it that you said at dinner?”
Still tormented by the burden of moving, I smile. God, how can he think of sex when we are discussing such important things?
“You think sex will make it all better?”
“Sex always makes it better.” He kisses my hand again. “Why don’t we start with a bath?”
“Bath? I prefer a shower. I’d rather snuggle up next to you on the bed and spend my time there than in the bath.”
“Shower?” he crooks his eyebrows in surprise. “I said bath.”
“Yeah, but a shower is quicker,” I explain cheekily.
“So, no bath?”
“Nope.”
“Okay.” He stands up, pulling me with him. “Come on, let’s get you out of your clothes.”
He takes me into his bedroom and, having placed both of our glasses on the bedside table, he rolls my dress up and over my head. Enveloped in a soft silence, pierced in places by our breathing, he kisses my shoulder while unhooking my bra and, very slowly, he takes it off. Standing behind me, he kisses my spine, each feathery peck coming lower until he kneels, and pulls my panties down. I feel warm lips kissing my butt cheeks, a few kisses on each when he taps me on my leg, I lift it as he takes my panties off, first one leg, then the other.
I’m taken by my hand into the bathroom and held at the doorway while he runs the shower for me, and then gently guiding me inside the glass partition he kisses me softly, chastely, on my lips, getting himself wet as he does. I moan into his kiss and as he moves back, he slides the door behind him, leaving me alone.
The water droplets falling over my body are exactly what I need right now and I tune into their dance, absorbing each and every one of them, transforming their rejuvenating energy into my own. I close my eyes and lift my head towards the flow of water, allowing my face and my hair to be enveloped in it, with the steam engulfing the stall. This is pure bliss. I wonder why he didn’t join me or what’s he got for me tonight? I’m ready to play all of his games. Perhaps, he’s already shown me everything?
I’m miles away, running naked on a rainy day in a meadow full of daises when a distant sound reaches me and I’m back where I was, in the shower except now, not alone.
I turn around and amid the steam I see a ridge of abs and pecs I could take a bite of; Alexander’s licentious body is mouth-watering. Before I can say anything he quickly grabs my neck from behind and slowly but firmly presses my face flat on the tiles.
“You want to play and yet, you disobey me,” Alexander whispers in my ear and bites it painfully. It really hurts. With his dark voice and unyielding strength, a well-known reaction happens in my body, coming directly from my core, bringing forth fire. “A submissive always puts the wishes of her Master first.” He forces his muscular body flat over mine, forcing me to press myself completely into the tiles. He is naked, his thick cock already hard, and he rubs himself against me, moving with his hips back and forth. “Did you know that, Amelia?”
“Alexan...” I try to speak but he sinks his teeth into my shoulder hard enough to leave marks and, interrupted by the painful gnaw, I whimper.
“And, as a submissive, you certainly should know that you may speak only when given permission, right?”
I struggle against his weight; I want to open my legs, because right now, there’s a fire burning down there, in the apex between my thighs. He’s holding me tight, pressing me with his body weight against the wall and stroking himself, rubbing his cock between my butt cheeks. He knows how mad I get.
“I know, baby, all you want is my cock, right?” he whispers into my ear and this time, he sucks on my ear lobe, transferring me into that land of no return, and my behind perks up; I moan and nod at the same time.
He wraps his hand around my wet hair and yanks my head back, exposing my neckline. I’m bent backwards, my hips pressed on the wall and as the water droplets envelop us he latches onto my nipples, one at the time. He sucks and ends with a cruel bite, making me whine.
“Well, you are lucky tonight!” he gnaws without mercy. “Although I think I have to give you a lesson on what a true submissive is.” Fuck, not now! I don’t want to play those games now. I want him to fuck me. That’s all.
“Argh…” I mumble frustratingly to myself, not realizing I’ve done it aloud.
“Yeees, baby, you wanted to play…didn’t you?” he kisses my forehead and, turning me around, facing him, he takes my hair, splits it in two parts like pigtails and wraps them around his wrists again.
“I’m going to teach you properly this time.” He pulls me down by my hair and as I kneel, the water falls directly on my face but he doesn’t care. His cock, sprung out in front of me, is touching my face.
“Open now.….wider…aaand…theere you are…take it!” I open my mouth. “That’s right, baby. Now, look up at me.” I gaze up as his cock enters my mouth cavity and I pull back a little, my tongue is out as his head touches the back of my throat.
“I want your eyes on me all.the.time.”
He starts pulling my hair with his hands and my head bobs on him, each time throat deep. Our eyes are locked and the view I have is fuck, I’m not going to make it. I want my fuck right now! He’s staring at me with that wild look in his eyes and profoundly grunts with each thrust as he does. The guttural sounds coming from him are heaven sent. I make him do all that, and I’m there, I want to please him, when he suddenly releases my pigtails and tangles his fingers deep in my hair, quickening the pace, his grunts have changed into a long growl, getting louder and longer …until I feel the hot cum shooting at the back of my throat. I swallow it, gulping down every little bit of him. Our eyes are locked all this time, fuck, his orgasm is the best I’ve seen, with him still holding my head, his knees bent a little, his back hunched, the sounds he is making take me ….argh! My hands instinctively go down between my legs and I start rubbing myself, I need just a little and I know I’ll reach it, my zenith, but he comes down next to me, taking hold of my wrists.
“Now, about your lesson…”
“Let me…” I struggle and try to set myself free. I’ve started this frenzy inside of me and for fuck’s sake, I will finish it. But he holds me so tight I can’t wriggle free.
“Let you? You think I’m going to let you?” his cold words pierce my mind, they’re taking me deeper into the frenzy I’m in. “Not before you show me what a good submissive you can be.”
“What? No…No, Alexander! Please, let me come.” I struggle against his strength and try to pry my hands free but he’s holding me tight, I can’t move. He twists both of my hands on my back and, dragging me up like a criminal, with water dripping everywhere, he takes me out of the bathroom. I don’t give in, I kick about with my legs. Fuck, I’m there, on the edge of my glory and I’m denied my own hands? My own fingers?
“Fuck you, Alexander!” I hiss at him with wanton eyes; it’s like my body is in heat.
Huffing over our struggle, he sneers wickedly. “Fuck you? Don’t you mean, “fuck me”, Amelia?”
“Arghh!” Exasperated from everything that’s happening, I shriek callously and thrash about, giving him a run for his money. I can tell by his ragged breathing, he’s dangerously aroused and he tosses me on his bed, using the moment to open his bed side drawer and retrieve his metal handcuffs. In a second he’s on top of me, straddling me on his bed.
“No, stop it…I don’t like
this…Alexander! Fuck you!” I scream.
“YOU said you wanted this,” trying to remain composed, he talks, “That you wanted to play! Well, this is playing!” his breath is tattered but he’s still the stronger of us, managing to cuff one of my hands to the bed post above me, on my left. “I’m going to show you how I play. And this time, there’s no topping from the bottom!” he talks through clenched teeth, thin on patience, and takes my other hand but I resist, using all my strength to unsuccessfully set myself free. “Besides, you have a safe word.” He secures my other wrist, cuffing me to the bed post above me, on my right side. “Use it, baby!”
I’m wet, I have this fucking unbelievable pain in my groin, and I’m tied to his bed, my hands spread open without the power to do anything about it.
"Aaaaahhhhhh…” I yell and lift my head, my teeth heading for a fucking bite but he speedily moves away, saving himself from my bloodthirsty jaws and, grabbing me by my neck, he slams my head down on the bed.
“Yeah? You’re mad? Tell me how much!” Forced down, I’m getting crazier as he talks over my lips. He’s choking me with his hand and I feel his teeth on my cheek now; I turn to him, hoping to nip…anything, but he only reaffirms his grip.
“I don’t hear you screaming your safe word, Amelia, so I take it you must like this.” He inhales my skin, grinning sinisterly. “Or maybe you’ve forgotten your safe word?”
With the smirk still on his face and his hand firmly pressing my neck, he lies by my side, leaning on his elbow.
“Say it for me, pet.”
I look away from him; my teeth are clenched and I’m not speaking. Fuck you!
He leans closer and kisses my cheek; his domineering and dark voice comes again, now somewhat ominous.
“Say. It.”
Each successive kiss gets him closer to my lips and, fuck, I yield. I turn to him, towards the kisses; I close my eyes and allow myself to be taken. He sucks on my lips slowly, bit by bit, kissing me, licking me and, I lunge at him, full on, weaving my tongue inside his mouth, our teeth clash against the force and abruptly, he pulls back. I follow him, lifting my head as far as I can…and…end up with my lips open, glossy and arghh, the pain in my groin is killing me.
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