Trapped Between Two Alphas
CHAPTER 74

When he finally broke off the kiss, he rested his chin on the top of my head. "You have trust issues,"he said in that beautiful voice. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to talk, so I just shrugged. "We will haveto work on that."

Whoa, that sounded vaguely... threatening. But then he was pulling me towards the bedroom and Iwas thinking with my nether regions — which I was beginning to consider insatiable — again. Let'sjust say I followed eagerly. Once in the bedroom, he ordered me to strip. He was unbuttoning hisshirt and his sculpted body was emerging as I fumbled with the buttons on my dress. I finally had ifoff and undid my bra. My panties were somewhere in the other room in shreds. I kicked my sandalsoff and dared to raise my eyes. He had sat to remove his shoes, and as he stood he slid his pantsdown, stepped out of them, then neatly folded them into the chair. His eyes never left me the wholetime.

He crossed the short distance between us and took my chin in his hand, tilting my head up so Icouldn't avoid his eyes. "I have another rule for you,” he started. I found I was holding my breath."You will not come until I give you permission to. Control is strength. This will teach you control.”I'm sure my eyes got real big. If he screwed me the way he had a few days ago, I had no idea how Icould not come, permission or not. I tried to shake my head but he tightened his grip almostpainfully on my chin. "Can I ask for permission?" "Beg for,” one of those stupid voices in my headamended.

His eyes narrowed and darkened. "No," he replied sharply. He leaned closer, our noses almosttouching. "It is simple. You will exercise control and not come until I give you permission. Or you willbe punished. Do you understand?”

"Punished?" I stammered.

He smiled coldly. "I have found that the best way to teach control to those who refuse to exercisecontrol is orgasm denial.” Somehow, he managed to lean even closer. "Do you understand?"

I knew beyond a doubt that if I said no, he would be gone. I also knew that making me strip,undressing himself, was part of his ploy. My arousal was at full flame already and he wasn't touchinganything but my chin. He had made it almost impossible for me to say no. Now, he was patientlywaiting, knowing how my internal argument would end, even if I didn't. I heard myself say "Yes, Iunderstand,” and wondered where that had come from. Once again, he was kissing me deeply,rewarding me for my decision. When he pulled away from the kiss, he grasped my shoulders andhalf pushed, half threw me onto the bed. Before I had finished gasping from surprise, he washovering over me. "Close your eyes," he commanded, and I was actually grateful for an easycommand to follow.

I heard him leave the room for a moment, then he was back moving about. It sounded like he hadgone from one corner of the bed to the others and the bed had wiggled a few times. There was amoment of quietness, then he said, "I am going to bind you to the bed. It will help you exercisecontrol. You will not always have that assistance,” he warned. I couldn't help but wondered how farinto the future he was planning, as he slid my body into position. My left arm was tugged to theside as something — rope? — was looped around it. He moved on to my ankle on that side of thebed. How could this possibly help because my juices were gushing, wetting the bed beneath myass? Apparently, bondage was my thing. In fact, I was pretty sure I was going to lose this contest themoment he entered me.

Once all of my limbs were stretched towards the corners of the bed, he settled over me, his assresting lightly on my ribs, his cock nestled between my breasts. "Open your eyes," he said. I did,blinking rapidly. He was holding something which he pulled down over the top of my head. It wasstretchy but tight, and he snapped it into place over my mouth. He leaned down, his nose touchingmine. "You've been doing entirely too much talking. If you open your mouth to talk again, this willslide in like a gag. Just in case you feel like begging me to let you come." He sat back and studiouslyadjusted the gag. I tried to plead with my eyes, but his attention was everywhere but my eyes.Once he was satisfied with the gag, his hands went to my breasts, his fingers working mercilessly atmy nipples. Trying to get me to cry out so the gag would slide into my mouth? I didn't give him thesatisfaction, though tears formed at the corners of my eyes when he twisted and pulled. His cockseemed to be enjoying itself, too, twitching and sliding between my breasts. After a few moments ofthat, he slid back and soothed my abused nipples with his tongue and lips. Even when his teethnipped, it shot both pain and pleasure to my groin in equal parts. I was so glad he hadn't orderedme to be still, because he hadn't tied me nearly tight enough to prevent the squirming and archingthat his ministrations evoked.

I desperately wanted to rub my wide-spread thighs together, desperately wanted to come, and yes,he hadn't even entered me yet. He was sliding further down, kissing my belly. Oh, God. If he goesanywhere near my clit with that magic tongue, I was totally, hopelessly lost. His lips brushed lightlylower. The very tip of his tongue teased. He was at my mound, tasting the bare skin there. Evennipping and scraping his teeth over the tender skin. My eyes rolled back in my head. I consideredthat if I passed out, it would be a blessing.

His lips moved away. Was he zeroing in on my clit? I held my breath. Then his tongue was backlapping my juices from as low as he could reach and ever so slowly moving upward, washing mypussy, with a brief dive inside then upward again, stopping just short of my clit. I clamped my teethand moaned softly. He practically lunged up my body, landing with his full weight atop me and hishands cupping my face. He looked down, studying me like I was some rat in a maze that waspuzzling him.

"Would you like me to lick your clit, kitten? Hmm?"

I nodded my head. Then I shook my head. Then I whined. Yes, whined; possibly a first for me sincechildhood. He smiled, obviously enjoying my struggle. Between my legs, his cock stirred andtwitched. A horrible thought occurred to me. I had sucked him off. How long before he would haveto satisfy his own need? I tried again to plead with my eyes, but he only smiled more. He started aslow trek down my body again, his lips and tongue more insistent now, demanding and impossibleto ignore. I struggled against the bonds that held me, wrapped my fingers around the ropes. I couldfeel the heat of an orgasmic flush spreading up my chest. His breath fell on my pussy lips, then heblew softly on my clit.

"What do you say? Do you want me to lick your clit or not?"

I shook my head furiously, so much so that my entire upper body was engaged in the denial. Hechuckled, but then he was sliding back up, pausing at my breasts to suck hard on each nipple. Hiscock was teasing at my entrance. Suddenly, his mouth latched on to where my shoulder met myneck and his cock plunged into me. The sudden stretching and assault on my cervix brought abrilliant flash of pain. I kept my teeth clamped tight and moaned through the gag. He had stilledafter that initial plunge. At least there's no chance of coming now, I thought to myself, trying tobreathe through the pain. But even as I thought that, the pain of the stretching was morphing into apleasurable fullness. His teeth clamped down on the juncture of my neck and he began pumping,slamming deep with each stroke. He was forcing me to accommodate his length. My juices had runso freely, there was almost no friction, nothing to slow or stop him from bottoming out on eachplunge. I grunted each time he hit that deepest part of me.

At least I was going to win the contest of wills, I thought, and one of the voices argued, "Yeah, but isthis how you want to win? In pain?" "It's not pain,” I argued back. "It's just not pleasure, exactly."

He stopped, his cock buried deep inside me, his balls resting cozily against my ass. He rose up onhis elbows and looked down at me. Was he going to give me permission to come? I wondered. Orask if he was hurting me? He had stopped moving, but he was still pushing, trying to bury the lastfraction of an inch inside me. The cold smile touched the corners of his lips and began a slowspread. I suddenly realized that he was eyeing me like someone who had the finish line in sight andno competition ahead of him.

He slid down off his elbows and his mouth found my neck, just below my ear. Then his hands wereunder my ass; lifting, tilting, holding me firmly in place. He reared back and plunged again. Imoaned, but not because of pain. Whatever he had done had changed the angle, opened me up tohim. I could feel him smiling against my neck as he made a slight adjustment. He pulled out andpushed back in slowly, testing. Then, his hands clamped down hard on my ass cheeks and he wasslamming into me. Every fucking inch of him seemed to hit my sweet spot inside and rub hardagainst my clit outside. Three plunges and I was screaming out my orgasm even as his gagfunctioned exactly as advertised and planted itself deeply between my teeth. He didn't let up, ifanything he was going still faster and my orgasmic wave was becoming a tsunami.

"Open your eyes," he growled at me. I couldn't. For me, an orgasm was like a sneeze. Hell, I couldhardly hear him through the roaring in my ears and my own garbled scream into the gag. I wasscrewing up left and right, but after all, I had said I understood his rules. Not that I could followthem. When the seismic waves began to ease up, I managed to open my eyes and he was staringdown into my face in deep concentration. His hands were now on my shoulders, pulling me downon his cock with each thrust.

Somehow, I felt another orgasm building. How could I possibly have anything left? I had to believethat my clit had gone into hiding, but it couldn't escape his relentless strokes. He shifted again sothe head of his cock was hammering my sweet spot even as his shaft tormented my clit where itcowered under its thin hood. I was trying to gasp for breath around the gag.

"Keep your eyes open,” he snarled without missing a beat. I tried, I really did, but I just wasn't wiredthat way. When the first wave hit, I threw my head back, eyes squeezed shut, and made a wailingsound, something like a sick coyote. A sick coyote with a gag in its mouth.

When I came back to myself, I looked up at him. There seemed to be a scowl on his face, but then Ifelt his rhythm falter and he buried himself deep within me as he, too, came. As I felt the surge ofhis come, he closed his eyes. Ha! I thought.

When his orgasm faded, his grip on my shoulders loosened and he collapsed his full weight on topof me. I was beginning to wonder if I would suffocate, between the gag and his weight.