“Say it,” he whispers.
I...I need a fuck. I look at him wantonly and I open my mouth, struggling to get those two simple words out.
“Fuck me,” I say too quietly to be heard.
Why is that my safe word? Fuck!
His eyes are on fire, his cock is hard, and he’s moving his hips, rubbing himself off on me.
“There’s an obedient girl somewhere inside of you, Amelia. We just have to find her.”
“Alexander…I..” Is that my voice? I sound like I’m whining. “I can’t stay like this long.”
“I thought you wanted to try more.”
Exasperated, I scream.
“You’re lucky I don’t have a ball gag in here. Now, stop kicking.” He grabs my leg. “I’m not done with you.”
“No! No! I don’t want that!” Cuffing one of my ankles to the bedpost I have only my right leg to kick and hurt him. And by god, I give him hell but his strength is incomparable to mine, and it’s not long before I’m overpowered and my right leg ends up cuffed to the last bedpost.
“Stop fighting it!”
Now I’m spread like butter on his bed. Wet. Oh I’m so wet, the sheet under me can tell a story of its drowning.
Observing my naked body he licks his lips delectably; I’m sure he’s deciding where to start with the feast. His hands start gliding over my legs and going up, his touch makes me …ahh, he’s going for my pussy. I lift my hips, my pubic bone hasn’t been this high ever, waiting for his touch but he just bypasses it and continues caressing my skin over my stomach and around my breasts. I arch my back, pushing my breasts forward but he’s ignoring me, depriving me of the touch I crave; I whine, long and tired, in frustration.
“Calm down, Amelia.”
I thrash around again, irritated at everything, when he presses my shoulders firmly, pinning me on the bed.
“Calm. Down.”
Our eyes meet and, looking at him with abandon, I ease off. The ache is still there, between my legs but his eyes calm me, the sky blue stare I lose myself in, is guiding me home.
“Please,” I whimper, with tears in my eyes. “I need you.”
“I know.” He strokes my face, removing my stuck wet hair from it and places it behind my ear, “And I need you.” He reaches out with his hand and from his bedside drawer pulls out a black leather riding crop, all the while maintaining eye contact.
I watch him closely and my breathing is again picking up speed.
“Shhh…don’t be afraid.” He lies next to me holding my head in his hand and in the other, the crop.
“Alexander….I...I can’t...”
“You want to come, baby?” he talks into my ear quietly, calming me.
“Y..Yes…”
“Wrong answer, Amelia.” His voice changes from caring to cold and loud, and as I turn towards him he swishes through the air and smacks my pussy so hard, the current zings through my nub and reaches the ends of my nerves.
I cry out in pain. It’s excruciating but at the same time I realize it’s the only way I’ll get my high, my rapture.
“I decide for you.” He looks at me coldly. “Now, let’s try that again.” He closes his eyes briefly, calming himself down. “You want to come, Amelia?”
I open my knees wider and lift my hips, holding my pubic bone high up.
“Yes! Yes, yes!” My heaven is near.
He swishes the crop again but stops right above my pussy, and, swishing one more time, the crop lands like a burning fireball on my inner thighs. I shriek.
“You think you’re clever, pet?” he smiles wickedly. “I guess I’m going to have to teach you the hard way.”
He starts striking me, and again, not once but fuck, I don’t know how many times that fucking fireball hits my inner thighs and I begin to quietly sob. I can’t do it anymore.
Seeing me in tears he stops and pulls my chin to him. “Baby, you only have to say your safe word. You hear me?” he kisses me softly but again, that damn rebel inside of me clenches my jaws and my sobbing turns into a conniving smirk.
“Fuck you, Alexander!”
His lips curve at one end; he’s happy I’m still game, although, fuck, I’m in pain.
“Fuck me? Will do.” He gets up and straddles me with his legs, but this time higher, above my neck. “I think I’m owed something after all this work, don’t you?”
He positions himself comfortably, high enough not to choke me and with his hard cock he slaps me on my face, hoping my mouth will open. I turn my head left and right, I’m not giving in that easily but he grips my chin in one hand and with the other he reaches out behind him and slides his hands between my thighs and swathes my pussy and, I stop. I stop fighting him. Everything in my mind zooms in on my core. I breathe. That’s the only thing I’m doing. His deft fingers are circling inside my drenched pussy, and my hips start to move too. Against his hand, I need friction, more friction.
“Now…open wide.” I open, too happy, take his cock in, and start sucking like I’ve been denied it for years. He’s given me a crumb of hope, shown me the light and that’s where I’m heading. His hand has left my honey pot and is now holding my head up, helping me with the bobbing.
“Fuck! Amelia..I...” He groans and moves my head faster onto him. “You’re going to make me come...” As I take him into the deepest possible position, his grunting turns into a long growl and he comes again in my mouth. I feel the warm liquid at the back of my throat, I keep licking, and I’m taking all that he gives.
Still huffing, he looks at me sated and I know by now the wanton look that’s glued on my face, I cannot change it. And…perhaps, finally, he’ll have mercy on me. It’s in his eyes. He knows what happens in my head and this is the longest I’ve been without my fuck.
He smirks as he goes down between my legs and tries spreading them open as wide as the cuffs allow. Fuck! Am I going to get what I deserve now? I wait, and expect heaven but all I get is him, blowing on me. I start jerking my hips, raising them up, trying to get to his mouth when he impishly looks at me. “Are you ready, Amelia?”
“Yes.” I’m panting loudly. “Come on...” Sweaty, wet, I’m wasted. “Do me.…”
He fiercely latches onto my clit while at the same time his hands fly to my nipples, pinching me so hard that, completely bewildered, I scream. Lapping my juices with his tongue, playing with my folds and grazing my clit with his teeth, he’s transferring me into the kingdom of the lost fuck souls hoping I’ll find mine. And I do! I come with a bang, wave after wave crushing into me, my body shaking from the electric rapture zinging through me.
As the waves slowly depart, I still feel the aftereffects, the tremors my body get from this new high I’ve reached.
“Oh..Fucking hell…Amelia..you..are...,” he talks to himself as he watches my body convulsing. He comes up and kisses my lips, my face, holds my head with his hands and looks into my eyes.
“You, Amelia, are one stubborn fucker, you know that, right?”
I smile and close my eyes; weakened from the sweet ordeal, I relax on the bed for the first time. Nothing matters anymore. Tied? I don’t give a shit! I got my fuck.
Lying next to me he makes himself comfortable, wrapping his arms around and pulling me in. Feeling his body tangled with mine I need nothing else. I fall asleep.
~
“Alexander!”
Forgetting for a moment that I’m tied, I yell in panic, struggling against my restraints.
“You’re awake! Great!”
Having come out of the bathroom he stands stark naked above me. “Look!” he points to his hard cock, sprung out in front of him, like a standing soldier. “I need this beast tamed. He’s been crying for you all morning.”
“Come on now, enough playing. Untie me, Alexander. Now!” I order.
“Excuse me? Untie you?” he shakes his head, tutting. “When, Amelia? When are you going to learn?” he drops onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. “Do I have to teach you some more?”<
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“Alexander… I know, please…I get it...”
“Do you, Amelia?” he starts rubbing my pussy with his cock, waiting for my juices to gush, like a tap, working my slit up and down. Ah, fuck! This…this is...just... not fair. I moan in pleasure and frustration. Being tied is not going well for me. His hand is now on his cock, stroking himself, pumping it up and down and the other is pressing over my pussy, now soaked in my honey. With his head tilted back he looks like Adonis, striking. Sitting on his heels between my legs with his knees spread open, the pumping motion shows off his defined biceps. He is simply perfect. He raises his hips, lifting himself up and rubs my pussy with his cock, dipping it inside but just the tip, teasing me. Until my pussy herself starts crying.
“You want me?” he’s jerking himself off and staring at me, his breathing clearly pacing. Lifting his hips up, needy to fuck me, he waits. What do I say? Fuck, if this is a trick question...
“Yes.” I say in one breath, I’m becoming lightheaded from the want. I fucking want him inside me and I’m going crazy from the torment.
“I’m coming Amelia! Fuck!” He pushes his hard, thick cock inside of me and growls, and, without any intention of stopping, he overwhelms me with his size and girth, and with five hard and rough thrusts he spills his seed inside while I, too, convulse over him, my heavenly nub bringing me rapture and speeding me into oblivion.
Still panting, he rolls beside me on the bed.
“Alexander,” I huff; it feels like I can’t catch my breath, “Are you going to keep me tied forever?”
“Probably, until you admit you’re a terrible sub.”
“Admit it?” I raise my head, looking at him. “Never!”
“You’re lucky I’m exhausted, or I’d probably fuck some more sense into you. So until I regain my strength, the restraint stays. And then, we’ll start from the top.”
“Alexander, I must go in the morning.”
“You only need to admit it, Amelia, that’s all.”
I sigh. I know I’m yielding because I got my fuck, but fuck him. I don’t care.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” he raises his eyebrows in surprise.
“Okay.”
“I don’t understand what you mean. Care to elaborate for me, pet?" his smug face is driving me nuts.
I roll my eyes.
“Well, I may not be the best sub there is.”
“And?”
“And… I’ll try to be??”
“Yeah, you sure will try.” He kisses my forehead and reaches for my left hand, uncuffing me slowly. “Next time I won’t let you off this easy, just so you know. Besides, I don’t want Max walking in on you naked. Or anyone else for that matter.” He proceeds to uncuff my other hand and once free I immediately start rubbing my wrists, alleviating the pressure right where the cuffs dug into my skin.
Releasing my legs too, he gently massages my ankles, easing the pain. While he rubs, his gaze slowly travel up my legs and over my body, and when our eyes meet, I can see a spark of our charge in the air.
“Come here.” I reach my arms out to him. “Lie next to me. I want to hold you. This sub needs you.”
He lies next to me and I rest my head on his shoulder while he drapes my body with his arms, my palms resting flat on his chest.
"If she’ll ever be one."
“She’s getting there.”
CHAPTER 4
A minute before my alarm goes off at six, I open my eyes; I’m used to it already and I’ve gotten into the routine of waking up just before it does. Alexander’s not in the bed; I hear him in the bathroom, finishing his shower. How does this man wake up? I don’t understand; he’s always up before me.
My plan for today is to be home before the boys are up. I need more time with them, I want them to see me for who I really am. I may even call off work. It’s Thursday and I could have a long weekend. God, I just remembered. Moving to Alexander’s…that’s a decision I feel I’m being pushed into. If he’s ever taught me something, it’s to be myself and listen to the woman inside me. Yes, a full time life of sex and dominance seems amazing, but I’d rather reconnect with my nephews first. I want them to want to live with me permanently. They are my boys now.
“Hey, beautiful!” Alexander walks in and kisses me on my forehead. “I love your ‘fucked all night’ look. It suits you.”
“Yeah, doesn’t it though?” I smile and, having finished with my cat-like stretching, I slowly sit up. “But all good things must come to an end. I’m taking a quick shower and then I’ll head home.”
“Not staying for breakfast?”
“No, I want to be home when Jason and Michael wake up. I plan to spend some time with them today.”
“Well, I’m here if you need me,” he says as he puts on his suit jacket and looks in the mirror. As he observes himself I see him stare at the reflection a bit longer than necessary. Then he sighs heavily and shakes his head dejectedly.
“Hey, what was that?”
“W-What?” He’s caught unprepared; still staring into the mirror he keeps fixing himself, hoping his casual behavior will take me off track.
“What did you just do?” I know what I saw. “What’s going on, Alexander? Ever since you came back from the States something seems to be bothering you.”
He sighs again and rakes his hands through his hair.
“Come here.” I tap the space next to me on the bed.
With his hands still in his hair, he looks at me.
“Come. It’s okay.”
He takes my hand and sits next to me. There’s another heavy sigh before he speaks again.
“It’s that damn box. It’s fucked up my whole life.”
“What’s inside, Alexander?”
He just shakes his head in response. I doubt I’ll ever find out.
“I wish there were some way I could help you.”
He smiles coyly. And I know he’s found his exit; the perfect moment to change the conversation.
“Just keep having sex with me. That’s one way to make me forget,” he says. “Other than that, just be patient. This will blow over soon.”
“I hope so. For your sake.”
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Standing outside my house, I quietly unlock the front door and walk in. As usual, Mrs. Saunders is up and Jason and Michael are still asleep. But something’s different. From the kitchen, where Mrs. Saunders is, I detect a pleasant sound. I’ve never heard Mrs. Saunders sing before. I peek through the door and see her; she’s cooking bacon and eggs and singing that song by Stevie Wonder, You are the Sunshine of My Life. Yes, that’s her all right. What’s more, she has a good voice. It’s not only that she sings, but she looks different too. Her brown hair is not in a bun, as usual, but down to her shoulders; she may even have blush on, I’m not sure. I mean, would she actually bother to put on blush in the morning when working all day in my house? I’m confused.
“Ah! Amelia, you’re back!” she exclaims. “Here, have some coffee.” She continues singing as she passes me a cup.
“Thank you.”
I slowly take a sip from my coffee while I stare at her in amusement. Completely oblivious to me, she keeps on singing and, the moment she sees me gawking at her, she stops and gives me the biggest smile I’ve ever seen from her.
“What's going on, Mrs. Saunders?”
“I can’t hide it, can I?”
“Nope. Not even if you tried.” I smile.
“I might as well tell you.” She beams. “Sit down, dear, before the children wake up.”
I do as I’m told and wait in excitement.
“My dear, lovely Amelia. A few days ago I contacted my children again in the hope that, maybe, this time they’ll want to talk to me. Both of my daughters are now in their late twenties and I was hoping that now they’re adults, they can make their own decisions about their lives.” She looks at me with glossy eyes. “And….” Her voice falters, ending on a whisper. “They did.” Instinctively she rises and gives me a beauti
ful hug. She’s happy and looking for reassurance. Oh, how wonderful it is to feel her happiness. She always was and felt so alone.
“Oh my god, Mrs. Saunders. That’s amazing!”
“There is a god up there, Amelia, even though at times it seemed like there wasn’t. After twenty long years I’ve finally seen them!” she wipes her soaked cheeks. “And they’re gorgeous! So beautiful!”
“Oh god..” Teared up, I smile and hold her hand while she continues talking.
“I was very nervous. Because of what I did, they were taken away from me and I haven’t seen them since they were little. I missed them so much. For twenty years I dreamed of their arms around me and a few days ago, that happened.” She wipes tears from her eyes and tries to focus on the story. “I imagined they’d be my height, both looking like their father. They inherited his fair skin. But when I saw them in the crowd, they were… different. All grown up. Both taller than me, dark hair flowing across their shoulders. They reminded me so much of myself when I was young. I raced towards them and they flung their arms open. Tears covered our cheeks, and with the hurt we all felt, we stayed embraced for a while. And we cried. We cried so much. Oh Amelia…” Her voice quivers again and she needs a moment to regain herself. “Being torn from your own children is the hardest thing a mother can go through.”
“Oh, Mrs. Saunders, I cannot tell you how happy I am for you.”
“Aunt Lia? You’re not at work?” Michael’s sleepy voice comes from the door and interrupts us.
“Morning, Michael,” we both wipe our tears and stand up. “Come here, let me give you a good morning hug.” Talking to Mrs. Saunders made me instantly appreciate so much of what I have.
“We must finish our conversation later, okay?” I smile at Mrs. Saunders.
“Of course, dear, later.”
“Tell you what,” I look at Michael. “I was thinking of not going to work today and tomorrow. I want to spend some time with you. What do you think?”
“Alone? The three of us?”
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