Page 44 of What Alex Wants…He Gets
“I was scared,” I exclaimed.
“Not to mention the mouth on you. There’s only one thing left to do.”
A stab of fear sliced through me before quickly dissipating. There I went making assumptions again when the answer lie in the very position I found myself in. “I should be punished, Sir.” The idea did not make me cringe. Maybe it was the implied orgasms that I knew would come after. Either way, I wanted this.”
“Yes, you should.” He whapped the flogger across my ass, sending fire sizzling across my flesh. I moaned, unable to hold it in. The anticipation of our future broke quickly through the pain giving me more pleasure than ever before.
“You love this, don’t you, girl?”
“Yes,” I moaned, just in time for the next strike across my warming skin.
“Although it will be a hell of a lot better when you’re screaming.” That was the only hint I got at the force he used when he brought down the leather on my rear again.
My surprised screech echoed in the space of his apartment.
“You won’t get away with hiding from me ever again,” he growled as a series of blows covered every inch of my flaming ass and lower back. “You’ll look at these marks in the mirror in the morning and thank me all over again.”
I believed him too. My pussy dripped with the proof of how turned on I’d become and the pressure building in my core threatened to override all common sense. More streaking pain washed over me as he continued a steady stream of alternating touches. Some sweetly soft and some fucking hard.
“Yes, Sir,” I agreed. My legs and arms trembled from the force of need running through me. I desperately wanted to wait for his instruction but much more of this and I’d lose all control. My clit throbbed for attention. Pleasure buzzed through me.
Time stopped and my brain went fuzzy as Alex continued to use the innocent looking leather rose to inflict my punishment far beyond anything I’d experienced before. Tears formed in my eyes when his hand replaced the crop and instead of striking me he soothed my sore bottom with gentle rubs. That subtle sign of his reverence tore at the last of my heart’s defenses.
There would be no way to keep him out.
It was too late.
“The worst part of the last few days was not seeing you, Harper. I won’t let you deny me like that again. It bears repeating over and over until you truly understand.”
“Why me?” I managed through a barrage of tears and sniffles.
“If I only knew. But it doesn’t matter. Call it lust, call it chemistry, whatever. I crave you, baby.”
I floated on the river of his incredible words. My ass burned. It hurt but the underlying pleasure far outweighed any discomfort. I literally had no words to describe the extreme arousal holding me in a near death like grip.
Alex unclipped the latches holding my wrist cuffs together and eased my arms to my side, taking care to rub the sore muscles before I used them. I relished every delicious ache he touched, especially the one between my legs. But I needed him to do something about it.
“Turn and kneel facing me,” he commanded.
I winced at the ache the first time I put my weight on my arms. I didn’t want to think about how I’d feel when I had to sit on my sore ass. Good thing I had a job that kept me on my feet.
I moved into the position he wanted, taking care to rest my head close to where he stood. I needed to please him. Something I was sure of clear to my bones. The fuzz in my head thickened with every pulsing throb of my clit. I also desperately needed to be fucked by him.
“I can’t begin to tell you how much you’ve pleased me tonight. You were scared but you eventually listened. You needed to be punished and you knelt without a squeak.” He squatted next to me until his lips brushed my neck and ear. “Right now though, I really
need to fuck what’s mine.” He dipped a finger into my soaked pussy.
I released a low thin wail at the streak of pleasure the friction caused. “Yes, Alex. Please, Sir. I need it so bad.”
“You need what? You should never be embarrassed or uncomfortable about telling me what it is you need. There’s no guarantee that I’ll give it to you exactly in the manner you think, but I’d never chastise you for your honesty. Ever.”
He fucked me with his finger, nice and slow. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to whatever he wanted. I’d give him whatever he needed. It wasn’t easy, but I was beginning to realize that whatever I gave him he gave back tenfold.
He blanketed my body with his and aligned his covered cock to my opening. He lifted his wet fingers to my mouth and hooked them inside. I tasted myself and greedily licked his fingers for more. The broad crown of his cock stretched me to the brink as he pushed inside, filling me.
“Yes!” I cried. “Please, oh God. Yes, please, Alex,” I shrieked around his thick fingers. The tears I’d tried to staunch now flowed freely down my cheeks. With his dick plowing me and his hand grabbing me by the mouth I felt totally and utterly controlled by him. Somehow after everything I’d been through I found myself in the exact position I’d always dreamed of.
“Fuck yes. Tighten on me just like that again. So damned hot.”
