My hands couldn’t stay in place, I tried to keep him in place by pulling his hair, but I couldn’t word the need for him to go slow because the breath I got was barely enough to keep me breathing.
He let go of my his to use the hand to keep my hand in place but instead, he allowed me to buck against him, trashing up against him and reducing the pleasure on my neck.
“You don’t want to be a good girl, do you?” He growled. He moved away to free his tie from his neck.
Excitement bubbled through me in the hope that he was about to undress but only the tie came off. It came off him then came on me.
He grabbed both my hands and wrapped his tie around them.
“What are you doing, Xandro?” I asked, a little fear crawling up my throat. I had never been tied before, hell, I had never had sex before.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” His voice was reassuring, I believed. Then he smiled and said, “At least, not today.”
I didn’t know what the fuck that meant, but I held on to his words about not hurting me.
Then he knotted the rest of the tie that bounded my hands together to the board of the bed.
While he worked on the knot, my eyes sighted my reflection. I was sitting, naked, and a very clothed man was undressing me.
There was no mirror by my bedboard. It was my phone.
Alexandro had been recording the whole scene.
“Get your hands off me.” I never thought I could muster such ice and steel into my voice. Shame began curling in my stomach and self-loathing brought up its evil head.
“Now’s not the time to play hard to get, Emily. I’m the one hard, and I’m not playing.” He joked, his chuckle died on his lips when he saw the look on my face, then traced what I was staring at.
“Shit.”
“You were making a record of fucking me while I was sleeping,” I screamed. Had he planned to add blackmail to the hold he had over me? What was his plan?
“Wait, Em. Calm down. It’s not what you think.” Even his voice was guilty. All my sexual turn-on died in my stomach and green shame swept through me.
My hands were bound and I felt helpless. How could I be so stupid, carried away? Two times in one night.
He grabbed the phone and ended the video. Then he threw it on the table and reached for me.
“Don’t touch me. Loose me and get out of my sight.” I begged, not because I was scared he would hurt me but because I knew my body would still welcome his touch. I had been right to stay away from him. Why had he come tonight?
“Oh, please Emily, are you asking me to touch you or not?” He snapped. The sting in his voice shocked me.
I had almost given the bastard my virginity. He didn’t even have the dignity to be nice and apologize.
“I can do whatever I want with you. You fucking owe me every hair on your head, your life, and even your father’s life. I can do whatever I want with you.” He snarled at me. “Stop trying to deny how much you want this too.”
I thought he would untie me and stomp out angrily, instead, he proceeded to tie me to the board, then held my chin so I could meet his eyes, “You don’t call the shots, Emily.” The words were cold, but they were also true. I was also under his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted with him, screaming wouldn't help.
He sat and feasted on me with his eyes. He didn’t lay a finger on me for the first five minutes, just watching, letting the tension grow in the air, letting me wonder what he was going to do to me.
I refused to fight, to pull against the board. I didn’t want to give him the joy of seeing me helpless against the bed. My fighting might even turn him on and make this pleasurable for him. Any response was welcome, even if it was that of helplessness.
We both stood still, watching each other.
Finally, he raised his finger and pinched a nipple. I bit in a moan, refusing to let it out, hating myself, withholding from him the pleasure of pleasuring me.
Yet I couldn’t hide the response my body revealed. How tight and swollen my nipples were or how wet I was getting between my legs.
All I could was press my legs together with each scrape of his finger, moans threatened to escape when he groped my breasts.
“Stop denying yourself the pleasure, Emily. We both want this.” He murmured into my nipple before taking it into his mouth. I held in the gasp what was close to escaping. Self-control was slipping through my fingers.
“Let’s see how wet my wife is.” He chuckles as his finger digs into my skin and forces my legs apart.
He scooped out my dripping juices and smiled at his hands, “How well you lie, Emily. These lips of yours are so good at lying, but these down here do not lie,” He taunted me. He pushed the finger into my mouth, “Have a taste of how much you want me, Emily. Taste the truth.”
I tasted my salty wetness and the smell of virginal.
He made another scoop, running his hands up to down my clit but nothing entered my hole, I hated how much I wanted him to dig in. With every scoop he made, I felt more and more empty and needed to be filled, and before I knew I was moving my hip in the direction of his hands.
When he finally tried to push two fingers in, pain shot to the back of my eyes, bearable but painful nevertheless.
“You’re so tight, Emily, I can’t wait to be inside you.” He murmured.
The pain came back heavy but a bit shocking as I felt him slip in, he had gone in with just one finger but I felt fucking invaded.
He had not realized what was happening, he withdrew his single finger and went back in with two. The invasion was harsh and painful.
I hadn’t realized I had screamed aloud until I felt his finger frozen inside of me.
“What the fuck was that, Emily?”
EMILY KINGI watched the horror that rose on his face before he withdrew totally from me. He took a moment to tally untie my hands before moving off the bed, away from me.His expression moved to annoyance as he got to the edge of the room before turning to face me.“What the fuck, Emily?” He spoke harshly. Anger was evident in his voice yet I had no idea what my sin was. When did being a virgin become something abominable?“I don’t know what the problem is,” I said it wasn’t being in denial, I just couldn’t accept that he was mad because I was a virgin.“Why do I not know that…. That you’re…. You’re… a…” He trailed off, running his hands through his hair.“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m what?” I snapped.“Wait! Are you still drunk?” He asked in wonder as he moved closer to me again.Was I drunk? Maybe a little, but I was very much aware of what happened tonight, and I doubted I would forget when I became sober.“I’m not drunk.” I denied. Freeing my hands from the tie, he
“I wouldn’t have guessed you would be such a great social media person.” He said to me. We slept on the bed, facing each other. I couldn’t sleep and he didn’t either. It was not my choice to face him, I would rather turn my back to him, maybe I would have a better chance of sleeping but he wouldn’t have it any other way. “There are many things I didn’t think I could do either,” I replied, ignoring him would be of no help. Things like letting him touch me, or even dreaming about him. “I’m discovering myself.” I smiled.He watched me quietly but said nothing, then finally, he commanded, “Sleep.”The words seemed backed up by a spell because I slept off immediately.The nights were when I was most happy that I met Alexandro King. I didn’t have to sleep all couched on someone’s couch or be scared of anything.I loved the bed too.When I woke up, my husband was sitting up on the chair closest to the bed. It seemed like he had been waiting for me to wake up.“Is there anything
“I am not trying to seduce you!” I screamed before he said anything. I hid myself behind a trail of clothes and couched, hoping he wouldn’t pick. “I left my towel here and had nothing to wear out, I called your name for help but got no reply so I thought you had left. I am not trying to seduce you, I don’t even want you.” I rapped in embarrassment. “What are you doing here?”He threw the towel at me and said nothing, I managed to catch a bit of annoyance and disgust in his eyes before he stormed out of the closet without paying attention to me.“Wear the clothes I picked out. We have somewhere to be.” He commanded, his back turned to me before he slammed the door.I couldn’t stand up for the first few minutes, I had succeeded in embarrassing myself in front of Alexandro King like I had not made enough fool of myself last night.I sat in front of the mirror and oiled my skin before turning to see the dress he had picked. It was a beautiful jumpsuit that was classy as well as fun, I won
ALEXANDRO KING I was angry about a lot of things, the main one was why she attended the party without my permission. It was an oversight on my part to tell her about it and then be absent from it. But my absence had been her fault and she should have called before doing anything. I was surprised to know she was good with cards but that was now a useless skill because everyone else had read her hand except me. I could have taught her more, made her untouchable, but now she and her fickle heart have been swayed. It was hard to keep cool, but I had said enough to speak sense into her brain, so I kept quiet on our way back to the car. I could hear her sniffs as she tried to swallow her tears. Finally, a sight of the weak woman I had chosen. Somewhere along the line, I had made a mistake. The plan was to make her rely on me for strength but now our enemies had seen more of her than I had. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know about my world, never ask for help from anyone. Don’t
“I have held a gun before. I never said I hadn’t. You didn’t ask either. You just told Nina I had no gun experience, which was very different from what I had told her.” She pointed out to me.What exactly had she told Nina? This brought the whole thing back to Emily; she shouldn’t have a gun out without me.“Never go anywhere without me.” I snarled; I hated losing out on information. “How well do you know guns,” I asked, I wanted her to begin to spill. Instead, she took a deep breath and chewed on her biscuit, stepped down in it with a cup of coffee before replying to me.“I cannot shoot. I have never shot anything in my life. I have held a gun though, I was ten, and I witnessed an accident, they had taken me to the police station to testify and I helped an officer pick a gun from the floor. The point is, I’m not stupid enough to tell everyone at a party filled with people in black clothes that they can’t wait for the next funeral and that I couldn’t handle a gun. I couldn’t turn down
I expected a shocked reaction, I thought she would fight or push me. Maybe then I would have enough excuse to tie her down and make her submit to me physically. But instead, she sighed into my mouth and let me kiss her.What was this called? Mixed signals. Earlier she had said she didn’t even want me, which I didn’t believe but now It was surprising to feel her soft and pliant beneath my hands.I parted her lips wider with my tongue and delved in. She tasted of coffee, sugar, and honey. The combination was perfect in her mouth, her scent invaded my nostril, mixed with oxygen, and spread down my body, increasing my need for more, and taking away my will to be gentle.My fingers went around her neck, angling her head more perfectly to allow me to kiss her better, and play with her tongue as I wanted to. Yet, I still wanted more, because her reaction wasn’t what I wanted. It was nothing compared to her moans last night.I pulled at her lower lips with my teeth before breaking the kiss. “
Our lips met and I sank deeper into the pool of attraction and lust that had pulled me in his eyes. There was no excuse for this because my eyes were opened, I was staring into his eyes as he softly tugged at my lips.I had to not be in my right senses because I did just the same, pulling at his lips and parting my lips open so he could invade it with his tongue and when he did, I invaded his tongue with mine. What I didn’t know, was that I was permitting him to take this a step further, but when Alexandro King was given a mile, he took ten. Let’s just he took it several steps further.I felt all gentleness in him give way when the muscles under my hand ticked and his movement became aggressive.The pressure of his lips became harder, and his urgency crossed the line. I gasped for breath when his lips left mine, but he gave me only a second before he crushed his lips against mine from another angle. I could only moan into his mouth when his tongue snaked through my lips and slid acros
There was this feeling that always come with doing the wrong things, guilt, and shame. Guilt is strongest when you’re not caught, shame wields most power when you’re caught.Today, I thought guilt would eat me up and I had lost any form of shame when I willingly put my body under Alexandro’s hands.His words were a wake-up call to me, I held my head high and worked my clothes back on, but I was still in disarray when Chloe walked in.Maybe is should have simply been grateful that she hadn’t come in when I was writhing under Alexandro’s touch, but that didn’t make me feel better. Surprise was evident in her eyes making shame raise its evil head inside of me.My head remained low in shame as Alexandro worked his shirt back on. Chloe turned her back to us and kept her head low. I found no grace to lift my head either.“Emily.” He called my name when his clothes were finally in place, I forced my head up to meet his eyes and saw the triumph in them.“Maybe we need to work on the after. Yo