I squirm. “What is this?”
He steps back and admires me. He’s seen me naked hundreds of times, but even now, I’m still shy, and something about having my hands restrained and bound over my head makes me want to cover up. Knowing I can’t makes me squirm with excitement, heightened by the way he looks me over and licks his lips.
My legs are still free. I squeeze them together and twist away from him as he draws closer, pressing them tightly as he shoves his hand between my thighs anyway. I gasp as his finger glides along my slit, teasing my entrance.
“Wet already? You must really like this.”
He came prepared. He’s got silk ropes in his suitcase. He pulls them out, knots the ends around the bedposts at the foot of the bed and grabs my legs, forcing them apart as I feebly try to resist until I’m tied down, my legs spread on the bed.
Alex strips casually, like he’s just changing his clothes. He folds them and lays them over the footboard, and my eyes travel down to his rock hard cock bobbing around as he moves. Excitement flutters in my stomach, and flares up even more when I try to move but can’t.
He lies on the bed and puts his hand on my stomach. I writhe, trying to incite him to touch my breasts or slide his hand down and finger me, but he just holds me down with his hand and rubs my stomach up and down in slow motions.
“Getting excited?”
I nod, vigorously. He leans down and almost kisses me but pulls back. I jerk after him, trying to taste his lips with mine.
“Are you just going to tease me all night?”
With one finger, he just barely grazes my nipple, and a cold shock jerks through my body. “Maybe.”
I groan. “Alex, please.”
“Oh, a few minutes ago it was later, later. Which do you want? Make up your mind.”
“I want it now.”
“Too bad you don’t get to decide. Didn’t we talk about this? I’m the boss.”
“Please.”
“Maybe I should just keep you tied to the bed the whole time we’re here. I wonder how many I can pop in a day.”
I shiver at the idea of finding out.
“You stopped taking the pill like we said, right?”
I nod.
“So you’re nice and ready. God, I want to fuck you, right now.”
I look at him and chew my lip. I’m ready. I writhe and roll my hips, urging him on. He slips his hand between my spread legs and rubs his palm over me, and my eyes almost roll back in my head.
“I’m not quite ready yet.”
“Please.”
“Louder.”
“Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” I beg.
He draws his hand away and up my stomach to cup my breast in his hand, teasing my nipple with his thumb. When he kisses me, I kiss back eagerly and jerk at the cuffs, forgetting I wear them as instinct fills me with desire to feel him, touch him as he takes me.
His hand skims up my body and he caresses my chin in his hands.
“What’s it like to let me control you completely?”
In answer, all I can manage is a whimper.
“You like it, don’t you.”
I nod.
He throws himself on top of me and kisses me. I squirm and struggle, reaching for his cock. I feel him against my stomach, hot and hard. I try to grab him with my legs but only pull the ropes tighter.
Alex’s arms slip under my back and he holds me to his chest, kissing and sucking my throat. I need him now, but he denies me with quivering tension in his body, his big muscles hard with effort.
“Fuck me,” I plead with him, “Fuck me now, please…”
“What if I don’t,” he says, whispering in my ear. “What if I just let you lay there and look at you. You have such a beautiful body, Phoebe.”
“Don’t please, I need you.”
“What about the museum?”
“Later, take me.”
He pivots his hips and slowly strokes his cock over my stomach. I wriggle my toes and tug at the handcuffs and ropes holding me down to the bed.
“Please, untie me.”
“What will you do if I do?”
“Anything. God, do anything to me. I don’t care.”
He rises, his cock throbbing harder than ever and unties my feet. I lick my lips and lock my legs around him while he frees my hands.
“Keep the cuffs on,” he says. “I like having your hands tied.”
I shake them in front of my chest and eye him. “You like that?”
He nods and runs his fingers through my hair. “I like you helpless. On your knees for me. Mine.”
He stands, grabs my arm, and pulls me onto my feet. He sits back in a luxurious wingback side chair with his ass canted forward and his cock jutting up. I want to straddle him and take him inside me, but he pulls me down to kneel in front of him.
I wrap my fingers around his shaft and lick him. He groans and his whole body flexes, a beautiful display of powerful muscles. Me. That’s for me.
When I take him in my mouth, he casually grasps the back of my neck and pushes me to take him deeper, to swallow his cock and let it sink into my throat. I close my eyes and take him to the root, trembling as I feel his skin on my lips, his balls pressed against his chin. I hold it as long as I can and pull back and do it again, taking it in long, slow strokes, wetting him down.
Alex looks at me and I look at him with my lips wrapped around his cock. He rises from the chair, standing over me, and begins thrusting into my throat with his fingers knotted in my hair. I cough and gag and shove my face at him, taking it all, my whole body tingling with desire, with lust for his power. He buries himself deeply and presses me to him, then pulls out completely.
I suck in a ragged breath.
“Before we go home,” he says as he strokes my chin, “I’m going to come in your throat. A lot.”
I shudder with excitement and look at him with pleading eyes.
“Right now, I want you to cream on my cock.”
He grabs my wrists and pulls me up and shoves me on the bed onto my back. Standing at the edge, he grabs my legs and pulls me to him, thrusting hard into me in a single, powerful motion that rams his thick rod in me all the way to the base.
I arch my back and cry out, long and loud, gasping from the intensity of it. Alex grabs my hips and presses in hard, filling me deeply. I wriggled right, but he holds me tightly, keeping me pinned with his cock buried in me.
He grasps the handcuffs on one hand and slips the other between my legs, running his fingers over my lower lips as they grip his shaft. I groan and squirm.
“You’re always so quiet. I want you to scream.” He runs his thumb over my clit, and he almost gets his wish. “Spread your fucking legs.”
I let them fall open wide. He holds the handcuffs, and my wrists, in his hand like the reins of a horse he’s breaking and thrusts into me, stroking my tight quivering clit in time with his motions. My head presses into the softness of the bed and I cry out.
“Louder.”
His whole body clenches as he thrusts. He’s beautiful with sweat running over his massive chest and tight stomach, his face red with effort, his eyes full of hunger.
He leans forward and grasps my shoulders in his huge hands, and hammers me with full body thrusts, pushing me further and further onto the bed. He lunges on top of me and lunges again, and again, and again…
I roll and lift my hips and grind myself against him as he thrusts in my throbbing pussy. I lock my legs around him and he holds me tightly, my hands pressed against his chest, his lips brushing my lips and chin. I can’t take my eyes off him and he stares at me as his arms tighten around me.
His body quakes with restrained power as he slows. I savor the build-up, the way every thrust coils me tighter and tighter around him until I feel like a spring that’s been turned and turned until it’s ready to pop, the agony of the tension so intense, all I can do is moan out every breath in long, slow, plead
ing sounds.
Faster faster faster…
Alex cries out and fucks harder, driving into me faster as he pumps furiously, spinning me to a new height that makes it feel like I’m falling out of my body, all swallowed up by the bed. I buck under him and scream loudly, as loudly as I can, until my lungs hurt. Alex grunts and arches and pulls me too close to him, grinds into me as his pleasure peaks inside mine.
His head droops and his sweaty forehead slides against mine. It turns to kisses and then to giggles. He laughs at my laughter and nips and kisses my neck and my cheek and kisses me, his tongue hot and slick in my mouth.
Alex rises from the bed and sweeps his hair back. He’s been letting it grow a little longer. Soaked with sweat, it clings to the back of his neck.
He takes a deep breath, then leans down, and puts his lips on my stomach and begins sucking and licking.
It tickles. I squirm and kick at him. “What are you doing?”
“I like the way you taste. All over.” He keeps licking and it keeps tickling.
“Stop it. Take the cuffs off.”
He stands again and tugs on them, jerking my wrists. “I’m going to give you a choice.”
“Oh?”
“Behind door number one is this. The cuffs stay on, and I keep fucking you until you pass out.” Something twists in my stomach. I like that option. “Behind door number two is this. I give you something, you give me something. Fair exchange.”
“What exchange?”
“I take the handcuffs off. Then I lay you on the bed, lick your entire body, and then fuck you in the ass.”
My eyes shoot open.
“Alex!”
He slips his hand under me and his finger goes between my cheeks, tickling my asshole.
I yelp.
“Are you nuts? I can’t… you can’t… it’s too big.”
He cups my cheek with his hand. “I’ll never hurt you. Ever. But I need this.”
“Why?”
“I want you to surrender to me. Completely. Every part of you. Every cell of your body belongs to me now.”
He falls on me and his face fills my vision. “Just like I belong to you, Phoebe Wright.”
I still giggle at using his last name. “Take off the cuffs. Gentle with me.”
He produces a key from his bag and unlocks them. They fall away and I rub at my chafed wrists.
Alex kisses the raw skin. “Sorry.”
“They make padded ones. For, uh, fun.”
“Oh, really?”
I turn even redder than I already am.
“Y-yeah,” I stammer.
“Sounds like we need to go shopping. I can think of a few more toys that would be fun to use on you.”
With my hands freed, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I never want to stop. He lifts me onto the bed and holds me in his arms and we kiss and giggle and whisper to each other until I almost think he’s forgotten what he promised.
Alex produces a bottle massage oil and sets it on the bed, but first he begins kneading my neck and shoulders. I groan as he works out the tension. His hands are firm and strong.
He lays me on the bed on my stomach and oils my back, his fingers and hands working and pressing and squeezing and stretching.
“This is good,” I groan, my words slurred from pleasure.
“I’ve gotten lots of rubdowns but never given one. How am I?”
“Good,” I repeat, too relaxed to add anything else.
“Nice and relaxed for me. That’s good.”
He continues to work down my legs, kneading my butt muscles, my thighs, my calves. I groan when he rubs my feet.
“Turn over.”
I just grunt, so he runs a hot towel over my back to wipe away the oil and does it himself, turning me onto my side, then my back. I flop out on the bed and lie there while he massages my thighs, twitching a little when his hands skim close to my pussy.
His touch goes softer and his hands skim over my stomach, to my breasts and up to my shoulders, then down my sides. He repeats the motion, changing it when I get used to it. My arousal begins to grow, not a ravenous hunger but a slow burning need, anticipation tingling like electricity passing under my skin.
“Lie on your side.”
He turns me and I curl up.
Alex stands and I watch him slather lube on his cock, stroking it until it’s glistening and dripping with the slippery stuff.
He climbs over the bed behind me and settles with his chest against my back, grasping his shaft in his hand. He strokes the head of his cock lightly against my ass first, nudging it a little more between the cheeks each time. My mouth falls open, just a hint, and I suck in a breath as I feel him press against my asshole.
He slips his other arm under me and holds me, his lips light on my neck.
“Relax. Give yourself to me.”
I close my eyes as he pushes, the pressure increasing and increasing. It feels weird, my body quivering on the verge of accepting him. When he enters me, the sensation is not unlike gulping down too big a morsel of food, the way it pops down through tightness into my body. Except, it doesn’t stop. I feel the thickness and heat of his rod spreading me, and whimper, clutching the sheets.
“Tell me to stop if you want,” he whispers in my ear.
“Don’t stop,” I purr.
I… I like it. It feels good. It makes me feel invaded and used. The deeper he sinks into my body, the more he owns me, the more I am possessed. I need this. To belong to someone.
“Alex,” I whisper. “Oh God.”
Suddenly I realize he’s all the way inside me, that I can feel his balls pressed against me and his stomach against my ass. I shake with an excitement I never knew I’d feel, and a throbbing, shivering urgency. It feels so different this way, but good. It’s like he’s bigger.
I feel the power in Alex’s body, the control he has. Control of himself, of me. He owns me and I like it.
His thrusts are so gentle at first I barely realize he’s moving. When he begins to go faster, each one feels so intense, it’s almost unbearable, the sensation expanding from deep within me to fill my whole body.
His thick finger sinks into my pussy and he pumps it in time with his cock in my ass. The position we’ve chosen lets him curl up, wrap me up in his body. Even though I’m the one taking his hugeness inside me, I feel like he’s swallowing me, consuming me.
It feels so good.
Phoebe Maguire, now Wright, unravels in Alexander Wright’s arms, wrapped in his limbs. He goes so slowly, makes it last. His fingers and the thickness inside me bring me to a shivering, shuddering peak that rises and fades even more gradually, then rises again. My existence becomes a gentle ebb and flow of pleasure.
I end up on my stomach with him on top of me, holding me as he goes faster, the pleasure teetering on the edge of pain. I feel his teeth on the back of my neck, grunting animal power in his body as I submit. I clench and grip him with my body every time he pulls back and relax to openness every time he pushes in, grasping and yielding until he grunts and spasms and has the most intense orgasm I’ve ever shared with him, his cock throbbing deeply inside my body as he spills his seed.
Gently, he pulls out of me. At the moment his body is separated from mine, I feel a slight sting, the only pain I felt the entire time. He promised me he would be gentle and he was. He runs his hands up my back and says nothing. There are no words.
I roll on my back and lay there as content as I’ve ever been.
“I love you, Alex.”
“I love you, Phoebe,” he whispers.
Alex lets me lie until I’ve relaxed and my skin begins to cool. I can barely move, but he’s as vigorous as he was when we first came into the hotel room.
He picks me up, his arms under my knees and shoulders, and lowers me into the soaking tub. The water is too hot, but I bear it anyway as he slips in with me and wraps me in himself, the water up to our chins.
We lay in it until it starts to lose its heat.
By then, I’ve recovered my strength and I can stand in the shower with him. He washes my hair, scrubs my skin with soap, sits me on a bamboo stool and caresses and cleans and worships my body. I do the same and clean him all over, and we end up rubbing our bodies together, all soapy and wet.
Nothing feels as good as another human’s skin, wet with warm water. Nothing better than my lover’s body against mine.
Fatigue, jet lag, and exhaustion from the best sex I could ever imagine means about twelve hours of sleep. I wake the next day in Italy with Alex dozing next to me and the sun pouring in to warm my skin.
This is good.
My phone buzzes. I snatch it up. “Hello, honey bun.”
“Mom!” Carrie says, “Grace’s cat puked in my shoes.”
I sigh. “Okay, honey. Put her on the phone.”
My daughter has no idea I’m grinning.
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Also by Abigail Graham
Northern Liberties Series
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Blackbird
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Bad Boy Next Door
Broken Wings
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Benched
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Man of the House Copyright 2017 © Abigail Graham
Benched Copyright 2016 by Abigail Graham ©
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