I would not ask about his mother. I would not ask about Bob. I would not…But in the back of my mind, I wondered what he’d said. What was going on. The thought fled my mind when he finally gave into my secret wish and reached around behind me to unzip my pretty-and now wrinkled-dress.
“Hmm,” he said, eyeing me. “You’re tethered. So I either have to let you stand for a moment to get this thing off you or cut it off.”
My eyes went wide and he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I bought this lovely frock for you, Lex. I’d never cut it.” He tugged my arms up for a moment, unhooking the chain from the bedpost. When my arms went slack, pins and needles instantly erupting in my painfully tight shoulder muscles. “Stand,” he said, tugging the cuffs.
I stood and let him push the dress down my body. Thank God it was strapless, because otherwise he might have cut it. I didn’t see Elliot taking the cuffs off until he was damn good and ready.
I stood there in my panties and my garter belt. I had yet to put my heels on. Elliot smiled at me, took the time to hang my dress over the back of the easy chair in the corner. Then he kissed me, big hands in my hair, lips soft but demanding. “I’m sorry, Lex,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ve been way too busy for way too long.”
My throat closed some with emotion so I didn’t anticipate it when he pushed me back gently with tented fingers. Three little fingers applied to my sternum and push…down I went on my bottom. He tugged the cuff chain back up and hooked it over the bedpost. “Still, you were out of line by promising my mother I’d come meet Bob.”
He chuckled when he said Bob and I almost smiled.
“You were bad,” he said.
“I was bad,” I agreed. I nearly rolled my eyes. I was shameless.
“That evil streak of yours needs to be contained,” he said.
I nodded. “Yes,” I agreed.
I moved back and forth just a bit and a small moan escaped me. That pressure, that friction, made me want him so much more. More than I already did. Which was downright impossible.
He undid his button and I watched, fascinated, as his long fingers dragged the silver zipper pull down. Elliot watched me, watching him. He smirked a little and I wanted to be offended. I wanted to be angry. Instead, I licked my lips, wanting his cock in my mouth. I wanted that silken smooth hardness trapped between my lips. I wanted him fucking my mouth and then I wanted him fucking me.
“Open your mouth, dear,” he said and grinned at me. It was lupine in nature, that grin, and I wouldn’t have been surprised had he leaned forward to eat me up in two big bites like the big bad wolf. Instead of balking, which I think we both expected, my mouth popped open.
“Oh, look who’s tame tonight.” He chuckled, running the tip of his cock along my lower lip. He spread a small salty dot of pre-come across my lip like gloss.
I stuck my tongue out to touch his cock and he sighed. “You know you really were bad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, taking the length of his cock as he slipped into my mouth. I sucked and he sighed and started to move in small gentle thrusts. He never hurt me. He just controlled me and it worked. Worked for me, worked for him, worked for us.
He surged into me, deep enough to gag me a little. Far enough down to make my eyes stream with tears. All the while his fingers played at the soft hairs that curled against my face. I watched his eyes grow darker, his jaw grow tighter, his control grow fragile. Then he pulled from me and grabbed the cuffs, pulling my arms up and the chain off just enough to free me.
“Stand up, Alexis,” he said.
My skin erupted in bumps and I bit my tongue. I knew what that meant-the use of my full name, the stern voice, the tight jaw. My nipples studded against nothing at all, seeking friction, contact, sensation. He brushed them gently with the tips of his fingers so my stomach muscles fluttered in sympathy. With a jaunty flip of his wrist he turned me, his own little jewelry box ballerina, bound with handcuffs.
Elliott sat on the bed. “Over my knee, Alexis.”
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t even think about saying no. I slowly lowered myself with his help and positioned myself over his knees. His black slacks were smooth under my belly, his big hands warm when the palmed my ass, still sheathed in panties. As if that made me safe.
“I think you need to say something to me, Alexis.”
“I’m sorry,” I blurted. And not just because he was about to spank my ass, but because I was sorry. That I’d robbed us of a weekend in bed, alone, just being lazy and together.
“Good girl. I think you just earned a short one instead of long one.” I felt the achingly slow drag of my panties being pushed down. He only pushed them down to mid-thigh so that they bound my legs together and kept me still.
The first blow was not so bad, but I wasn’t fooled. The second blow was a bit harder, bringing blood and tingling to the surface of my ass cheek. The third blow crossed them both and made me jump. Heat began to pound under the surface of my skin. I whimpered.
“What was that?” he asked.
I hadn’t said a thing but I took the chance to say, “I’m sorry” again.
“I know you are.” He broke off from the flurry of blows to push his fingers inside of me. Two thick fingers invaded my pussy and tested me. He stretched my inner walls a bit and then shoved his fingers deep so that he brushed my G-spot. I sagged over his lap.
“Just a few more to go and I’ll be fucking you. I’m mad, but I want you, Alexis. Do you see the things you do to me?” He waited.
“Yes,” I barely managed as he moved his fingers to give my pounding clit one fast tickle.
“Now let’s get back to what I’m doing to you.”
Fire rained down on my bottom. Behind my closed eyes I imagined his cherry red handprints on my pale flesh. Welts and tiny purple freckles from the blows. I’d admire any marks he left for days. My wrists clanked as I tried to steady myself, still bound by cheap metal. All I could think about as the final blows rained down was him stuffing me full of himself.
He didn’t say a word, just pulled me up by a trembling elbow and laid me back. His fingers clicked over the release mechanism on the cuffs and he freed me. Face to face, we regarded each other as he pulled my panties free of my body. Next came the garter belt. I found him with my hand, squeezing his hard length to feel the heat and heft of it.
“Now it’s my turn to say I’m sorry,” he growled.
My hands warred with his to get him bare until he finally told me to stop and I let him do it.
Elliot slid into me on one smooth thrust. Filling me to the point of mindless need. I moved up under him, a gasp escaping me. Capturing my calves in his hands, he pushed my legs up high so that my thighs nearly pressed to my breasts. Holding me completely open, bare and exposed, he drove into me and watched each moment where his body disappeared into mine.
“I’m sorry we’ve missed so much time together.” He grunted, stilling long enough to rock his hips from side to side in a good hard rhythm. Something he knew got me close to coming almost instantly. My fingers curled against his powerful forearms and I chewed my lower lip to keep from coming. Not now. Not yet. It had been weeks for us, I didn’t want it to be over.
“Me, too,” I said. My voice caught and I turned my head, I didn’t want to come undone.
He turned my face back so we were eye to eye. “I’m sorry,” he said again.
“Don’t,” I said. “It’s fine. I don’t want to cry.”
Elliot grinned. “Then don’t. How about you come instead?”
He kissed me before I could answer. His mouth bullied mine and then he nipped my lower lip so I jumped. My pussy contracted and I was close-so fucking close-to coming I thought I might lose my mind from it. His teeth skated along the slope of my throat as he pushed my thighs even higher to bare me to his thrusts. Every time he drove into me, the root of his cock banged my desperately thumping clit and I felt myself grow tighter.