I slapped my hands to my sides, although a part of me wanted to keep fidgeting so that he would touch me.
But he didn’t lay so much as a finger on me. Instead he stood there, continuing his ever so attentive study, as if he knew of my internal struggle. A part of me wanted to run screaming from the room, yet another part of me was anxiously waiting to be tied up.
“I wanted you to see this for yourself, if for nothing else than to ease my own conscience that you know what you’re getting into,” Alexander said. He turned away and went back to the room that held his secret toy stash. When he came out, I was thankful to find him empty handed. I wasn’t sure if I could handle another lesson on bondage paraphernalia today. After locking the door again, he came back over to where I was standing.
“Why do you keep that door locked?” I asked curiously.
“I wouldn’t want Vivian to come across my closet and get upset,” he explained, flashing me a lopsided grin.
A surge of jealousy instantly surged through me. We had agreed to no strings attached, but I couldn’t deny that I needed some sort of explanation for this Vivian person. I wasn’t the sharing type.
What if he’s already in an arrangement with someone and just wants to add me to the ménage à trois?
The thought reminded me that there was still so much for us to talk about. He had written down threesomes, but I had disregarded it as a typical male fantasy. But with Alexander, I was quickly learning how wrong it was to assume much of anything.
“Who’s Vivian?” I asked suspiciously, with just a bit too much of an edge in my voice.
That I had caught him off-guard was all too apparent. He raised his eyebrows in a mock expression of surprise.
“Don’t worry, Krystina. She’s only my fifty-five year old housekeeper,” he clarified, as if he had read my mind. “I prefer to limit who I share this with.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, feeling instantly relieved.
Good. Old housekeepers I could handle.
He gave me a strange look, but didn’t comment on the housekeeper any further.
“Let’s go back to the living room. We can talk more and it might be less intimidating in there, rather than in here,” he suggested, motioning to the room around us.
“No…I’m fine here. I’m just…” I started.
How can I explain to him how I feel? This is all so twisted and bizarre, yet so unbelievably erotic.
“You’re just what?”
“This room, that secret room of toys and whatever else you have hiding in there…it’s strange. I don’t know what to think,” I said, my tongue feeling heavy in my mouth as I tried to overcome my awkwardness. “It’s crazy because I feel like this is wrong in so many ways, yet I’m intrigued at the same time!”
“And what do you find the most intriguing?” he asked, his voice noticeably lowering to a deep throaty sound.
“All of it!” I blurted out, blushing profusely. “And, um… I sort of really liked being spanked last night. Is that weird?”
“I underestimated you, Miss Cole,” he said, a shrewd smile curling the edges of his mouth. His blue eyes narrowed into dark slits as he studied me, the lust in them intensifying with every passing moment.
“I want to learn more about your world, Alex. I don’t know why...” I trailed off again, suddenly very conflicted over the thoughts that swirled in my head. “I didn’t know that this sort of thing would… well, interest me.”
“This needs to be more than just a passing curiosity for you, Krystina. There is no half way. I want you all in, or nothing. You should know that only the strongest of individuals are able to give someone their gift of submission. I think that you may possess that strength, but you have much to learn.”
“I’m a quick study,” I informed him confidently, but my mouth had become extremely dry.
He moved over to his dresser and flipped on the stereo. After a few moments, a distorted guitar sound filled the quiet bedroom of the penthouse, followed by the familiar voice of Brian Aubert of the Silversun Pickups. I listened to the lyrics of the song that I already knew so well.
Catch and Release.
Alexander stood with his back to me.
I concentrated on the song.
He waited.
In just a few short seconds, the air in the room seemed to sizzle, like the wick of a time bomb waiting to go off. Alexander’s ability to persuade me with music, yet again, was a true talent. He was the master at his craft, an artist, always seeming to know the right sound that would ignite me in an instant.
When he turned back to me, there was a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Are you ready for your first official lesson, Krystina?”
I watched his gaze skirt up and down my body, fanning the fire that was building in the pit of my stomach. I loved the way he looked at me sometimes, like he was picturing me naked beneath him, touching and exploring every inch of me.
My little devil had festooned a red feather boa around a pouting angel’s neck and began kicking a lively Charleston around her. I was more than ready to dance. I nodded my consent.
“I need more than a nod, Krystina. I want you to say it out loud. Because once you agree to submit to me, there’s no going back,” he warned.
“I’m ready,” I told him, forcing back the lump in my throat.
“If you’re truly ready, then you need to pick a safe word,” he told me, his deep blue eyes searing into mine.
“Sapphire,” I blurted out without really thinking.
He cocked his head to one side, a curious expression on his face.
“Interesting choice of word. May I ask why you chose it?”
“It’s a stone. And it… it matches the color of your eyes.”
“It’s perfect,” he said, his voice thick as he moved around to stand behind me. “Now, raise your arms.”
I hesitated lifting them, trying to predict what he was going to do, and he tsked at me.
“What?” I asked, worried that I had already done something wrong.
“Lesson number one. Unconditional obedience. When we are together, you are to do exactly as I say. No hesitations.”
I complied immediately and tried to will away my natural instinct to question everything. When he merely pulled my shirt over my head, I stifled a sigh of relief as my arms settled back down to my sides. I wanted this, yet I was still so afraid.
“Now what?” I asked, feeling extremely silly because I didn’t know how to act. I wasn’t an inexperienced virgin, but in Alexander’s kinky world, I might as well have been.
“Relax, angel. I can feel how tense you are,” he said, lightly massaging my shoulders. “Close your eyes. Listen to the music and feel my touch. Submit yourself to me and I promise to give you more pleasure than you can ever imagine.”
His voice was husky in my ear. Goose bumps of anticipation prickled me from head to toe as I did what he asked. He placed his hands on my shoulders and slipped his fingers under the straps of my lacy black bra. Sliding them torturously slow down my arms, he unhooked the clasp in the back and unceremoniously tossed the lingerie to the floor.
My immediate reaction was to cover myself, but he pulled my self-conscious hands away.
“Don’t ever cover yourself. I want to see you,” he said quietly, but there was a sharp authority behind his words, the way I imagined a Dominant would speak to a submissive.
When he circled his hands around me to roll my nipples between his fingers, I moaned under his touch and my hesitations immediately dissolved.
“How does this feel?” he asked, pinching each peak harder. A jolt of pleasure surged through my body.
“It’s good…I love it,” I breathed, as he continued to squeeze my tight points firmly between his fingers and thumb. He plucked for a moment longer, before moving around to the front of me to capture one nipple in his mouth. I relished the feel of his tongue, as his mouth sucked and his teeth nipped.
“Stay here,” he told me.
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sp; I watched him make his way to his special closet, and the flames in my belly began to travel south, turning into a heated pulsing ache between my legs. I could only stand there in a state of restless agony, waiting for him to return.
When he came back a few moments later, he was carrying a coil of black rope.
He wants to tie me up already?
My nervous jitters returned with a vengeance. I was scared that I wasn’t ready and almost told him so, but I sought out the courage to trust him, and didn’t give voice to my fears. Instead, I watched him as he began to loop the soft nylon around my wrist. He bound them slowly and deliberately, as if he sensed my unease. His movements were measured and gentle, his actions a representation of how he would introduce me to his world.
He tied each wrist together in front of me tightly, but not too tight. I found that the rope was surprisingly comfortable, not the rough feel that I would have expected.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m okay,” I said truthfully. Somehow I knew that Alexander wouldn’t take me too far. Safe word or not, I didn’t believe he would push me to using it.
His hands slid down my belly, making quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans. He coaxed the denim down my legs and I sidestepped to help him remove them completely. I was left in nothing but a lace thong and felt vulnerable in the sheer scrap of material, my voluptuous behind exposed.
He slipped a hand down the front of my panties, through the patch of curls to meet my wet slit. The throbbing between my legs intensified.
“I love that you’re already wet for me,” he growled, circling the pad of his index finger around the pulsing little bundle of nerves.
He dipped his finger inside me then brought it up to his mouth to taste my juices. His eyes burned into mine as he rolled his finger around his tongue.
Holy shit – that’s hot!
Little sparks of fire shot down to my girly parts and I thought I might orgasm just from watching him.
A sly smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he moved his hands back down to my panties. He looped his fingers around the strappy sides and tugged hard. In one swift motion, he managed to effectively tear the thin material in two, leaving me completely naked before him.
I gave a little gasp in surprise.
Oh my god – how did he do that?
Shifting so that he was standing behind me again, he leaned in close, his breath a soft feather whisper on my neck. I quivered with goose bumps that raced down my body.
“You can wear these thin little lacy things all the time, Krystina. I like that I can rip them off you so easily,” he murmured into my ear. “But then again, I think I would much rather you didn’t wear any at all.”
He reached around my hips, hands caressing down my belly to part my slick and waiting lips. He slipped two fingers inside of me and I moaned, completely enthralled in a sensation of pure bliss. Between the thought of going commando around Alexander and the feel of his expert fingers delving in and out of me, I was almost ready to come.
His fingers pushed deeper, harder, while his other hand reached up to pinch and pull at the rigid peak of one of my breasts. In a matter of minutes, I was on the edge and found myself pumping my hips against his hand, unable to control the burning ache that was building in my pelvis.
But he didn’t let me come. Torturously slow, he removed his fingers and began a steady circular motion over my pleasure button. I throbbed under his touch, already swollen and sensitive, seeking that desperate release. Back and forth, in and out, his perpetual rhythm making me crazed with carnal need.
Oh, please…get me there!
He held me tight against him, and I could feel his manhood straining through his jeans against my backside. His motions intensified in speed and I couldn’t take it anymore. There was no holding back. My breath hitched and my insides began to tremble and convulse, hitting an ultimate shattering point, as a kaleidoscope of colors flashed before my eyes.
CHAPTER 24
It took me a few minutes to recover, my vision slowly returning to normal. I felt like I might fall over from the bombardment of tremors that coursed though my body. Alexander moved around to the front of me, never relinquishing his hold on me, but keeping me secure and upright before pulling me against his chest.
He tilted his head back and watched me intently. Even through my heavy lids, I could see that his eyes were scorching. They revealed a dark primal need that sparked a whole new kind of fire inside of me.
“That was for you. Now, this is for me. Kneel down, angel,” he said, moving his hands to my shoulders and gently nudging me to my knees. I knelt down before him on shaky legs, still lightly panting from my orgasm. “Are you familiar with the submissive position?”
“I…” I wavered, heat creeping up my neck and licking my cheeks. Unfortunately, it wasn’t from arousal this time around.
“Be honest. You don’t need to be embarrassed if you don’t know.”
“I recall reading the term, but…no. I don’t know what it is,” I admitted.
“Then here is lesson number two. Kneel all the way down so that you’re sitting on your feet. Spread your knees so that your thighs are open. I want all parts of you accessible to me.”
I did as he instructed, inflamed once again in sexual anticipation as I shifted into position. Sitting this way made me painfully aware, every nerve ending standing at attention.
“Is this right?” I asked, desire making me eager to please him.
“Almost. Normally I would want your arms resting on your thighs, palms open to the ceiling. However, with the way that I have your hands tied, you can’t do that today. Just remember that in the future. For now, just bring your arms up around your neck and rest them there.”
“Like this?” I asked, not quite sure how long I’d be able to stay this way before the blood drained from my arms.
“Just like that. You look beautiful like this,” he appreciated. His hands moved over my face, fingers brushing softly over my lips. “Now I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
He didn’t wait for my consent, but I had no desire to protest either. I just stayed in the position he instructed and watched as he began to undo the buckle of his pants. His eyes never left mine as he reached into his pants to free the erection that was straining through his jeans. My eyes widened when I looked at the sheer size of him.
He wants to fuck my mouth with THAT?
I swallowed and licked my lips.
“You have the sexiest mouth,” he growled.
With one hand he gripped the base of his cock, and the other hand moved to take hold of the back of my neck. He stroked his thick member and pulled me forward to position him self in front of my waiting lips.
I ran my tongue around the smooth crown, the tip already wet with pre-cum. He groaned, giving me the encouragement to take in a little more of him. I wrapped my lips around his head, circling my tongue around the small opening at the tip. I opened my mouth wider and took more of him inside. He was thick and soft on my tongue as I sucked, his ridges sliding back and forth over my lips.
“Oh, yeah. Suck on it, angel,” he said hoarsely.
He reached around and entwined both of his hands in my hair, thrusting himself deeper and forcing a steady rhythm. I opened my throat to accept him, sucking and twisting my tongue around his thick shaft as I began to pump faster.
I wanted to grab ahold of him, but was prevented by the way my wrists were bound together. I felt desperate, like I couldn’t get enough of him. I swallowed and opened my throat even more to take in every inch that I could. I pushed my head forward, taking him deep with my swallow and held him there. I pulled back and did it again, this time, my throat adjusting and taking him deeper than the last.
“Oh, fuuuck! Stop, Krystina! Stop!” he hissed, pulling back suddenly. His breathing was ragged, coming out in short successions. “I’ll never last if you keep doing that.”
“Maybe it will be you that can’t handle me,”
I told him, feeling more than just a little bit smug at my accomplishment. I smirked at him and licked my lips.
“Cocky, are we? Maybe you need to be punished,” he threatened.
“Yes, please Master,” I said mockingly, still feeling superior over the fact that I almost made him lose control so soon.
“This is not a game. You are my Submissive. It would be in your best interest to remember the unconditional obedience that you promised me. Now, get up on the bed. Lay on your back with your head by the mirror,” he ordered. His tone was stern and I scrambled to my feet to do as he commanded.
Yes, sir!
Evidently, lesson number one was to be taken very seriously.
I must have positioned myself a little too high, because he yanked me roughly by the ankles, shifting me closer to the foot of the bed. He moved his way up my body, straddling me with his still jean clad legs, and pulled my arms up over my head. Before I could realize what he was even doing, he had my arms bound tightly to the rails of the mirrored headboard.
I tried to give them a little pull, just to see how much wiggle room I had. I could barely move an inch without pulling my entire body up.
“Be still. Don’t struggle, or else I’ll have to spank you.”
Um, yes please!
I stopped moving immediately, waiting in eagerness for what he would do next. He was still hovering above me, just watching me, his weight pressing down on my midsection. His gaze moved hungrily up and down my body.
“I want to taste your sweet pussy,” he told me, causing me to tingle with delight.
He moved down my body and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my one leg up, then the other, and rested them over his shoulders. His hands slid slowly over my legs, spreading my thighs wider, before coming to rest just inches away from my throbbing clit. He parted my folds with two fingers, effectively exposing my desire. I was drenched and I arched my back up in longing.
“I told you to be still,” he scolded, pushing my hips back down to the bed.
My teeth clenched as his tongue swept up my entrance and over my clit. He began lightly, teasing me almost, as he nipped and sucked along my tender flesh. My hands balled into fists, every muscle in my body shuttering. I knew that I was supposed to be still, but I couldn’t stop the slight pumping of my hips under his ruthless mouth.
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