Trapped Between Two Alphas
CHAPTER 75

(Annabel POV)

Something was pressing at my ass hole. It felt oily, lubricated perhaps, and not especially large. Itried to cooperate, to relax and permit Its entrance, again as if I had a choice. I was also ferventlypraying that it wasn't an enema. That was just really not my cup of tea, or coffee, as the case maybe. As it made its way deeper and deeper, I realized it was also gaining in girth, stretching me,uncomfortably, at first, and then painfully. I realized I was gasping and then grunting. Kaden's handpressed down on the small of my back, so maybe I was squirming, too. When I didn't think I couldpossibly take any more, the stretching suddenly stopped, the girth of what I now presumed to be abutt plug eased. Although still stretched and filled impossibly full, the smaller circumference at mysphincter it seemed like such a reprieve as to suddenly feel pleasurable. I gasped in relief. The reliefwas short-lived though as the cord that had been left to dangle between my legs was suddenlydrawn up between my legs. He ran it between my pussy lips and it seemed like there were smallknots in the vicinity of my clit and one large knot perfectly positioned to fill my entryway. The cordthen made some sort of connection to the butt plug which required that it be wiggled around to myconsternation. Then the cord was being fastened to the belt thingy at my back. Once again, mybound arms were raised to get them out of the way. I moaned quietly as pain shot through myshoulders. The cord was pulled tight, spreading my pussy lips wide and pushing the butt plug evendeeper inside.

I was abruptly drug away from the table and pushed to my knees. Then his cock was slappingagainst my face, demanding entry. I opened my mouth, trying to replace him with my tongue. He lacedhis fingers in my hair, gripping tightly, then pushed as deep as my throat would allow. I struggled topleasure him with my tongue. I didn't like not being able to use my hands, but I was determined todo the best I could, maybe even make him forget about punishing me. He pumped in and out,setting a rhythm even as I was replaceing a rhythm with my tongue, when suddenly the, Whatever-they-were, he had put in my vagina came to life, vibrating ferociously, moving and bumping about.It's not easy to gasp when a cock is filling your mouth. And quite frankly, I think he was taking apretty damn big chance that I could control my reactions and not bite down, because it was one ofthe most intense sensations I have ever had.

As if he could feel the vibrations all the way up through my mouth, he started pumping faster, andjust a moment later, he was shooting cum down my throat. The vibrations in my vagina stopped assuddenly as they had started. I was left with the peculiar feeling that, regardless of the intensity ofthe vibrations, they would not suffice to bring me to orgasm, almost as if the device was designedto keep me on edge, maybe forever. In the same way, the butt plug was giving me a pleasurablesense of fullness, but nothing that could be called orgasmic. I began to have a really bad feelingabout what my punishment might turn out to be.

Again, I was left alone, in silence, blindfolded, kneeling on the carpet. I was trying to catch mybreath; as if I was the one privileged enough to cum. Shortly, I heard the snick of the deadbolt, thenthe door opening. I hissed in the general direction of where I thought he might be, based on thefirm grip on my arm.

The damn foreign objects in my body were tormenting me with a passive/aggressive version ofpleasure/over-stimulation.

I was utterly owned by the cord rubbing on my clit, the butt plug in my ass and the things in myvagina rolling about humming to themselves. My whole existence had been narrowed down to ass,belly and clit. And of course, he knew that. The vibrations stopped. We paused and I heard a key in adoor. The door opened, then closed. A moment later, I heard another key in another door. It, too,opened and closed. I was dumped rather unceremoniously onto a floor that felt to be carpeted witha shag rug. I was trying to roll over off of my back, because, well, laying on your back while yourhands are tied behind is extremely uncomfortable.

One of my knees was pulled aside and a slap was applied to my pussy lips. "This is mine,” hegrowled. "Keep your hands off it." He shoved my knee back down so that I was lying on my side,then I felt him untying my clothes from my wrists. The blood rushed back in a most painful fashion.Despite the protest of my shoulders, and not being sure if I was allowed to move, I pulled my handsin front of me and tried to rub life back into them. I desperately wanted to pull the blindfold off andsee where I was, but even I wasn't stupid enough to push him that far. What I wanted even moredesperately, though, was to come. And I was terrified that I just might be stupid enough to helpmyself along, since he seemed to have disappeared again. That was, if I could ever get any feelingback in my hands. I had the distinct impression that he was watching and waiting for me to do justthat. I curled up into a ball to relieve some of the tension on the cord looping its way through myslit and I hugged my knees to keep my hands busy and out of trouble. Then I waited.

It's an odd fact that your sense of time gets really messed up when you are blindfolded. I really hadno idea how long it had been when the whatever they were inside me roared back to life. But itcouldn't have been more than a minute later that the butt plug took to vibrating, too. In fact, prettymuch all of me was vibrating when his voice came softly to my ear. "Don't come, baby. I haven'tgiven you permission.” I'm pretty sure I sobbed, because now that the butt plug was vibrating, thosewonderful pulsations were travelling right down the length of that cord to my clit.

I hugged my knees tighter and rolled back and forth on the floor. Then I begged.

"Please, sir. Please, may I come?"

"What was that, kitten?"

"Pleeeaaase,” I wailed. "Please let me come."

"No, I don't think so," he said, and suddenly the vibrations ceased.

I was sobbing softly. Now I no longer felt like I was in imminent danger of climaxing, but neitherhad I received any relief. The aching in both my pussy and my ass was intense beyond belief. Howlong would he keep this up? It felt like he was waiting for something, but what? Then a light wenton.

"I'm sorry, daddy.” I said, trying to speak between sobs. I had rolled onto my side, still hugging myknees.

There was a long pause, then from somewhere behind me, he said, "Sorry for what?"

I tried to gather my scattered thoughts. My first impulse was to say sorry for disobeying, but he'dmade it clear that he actually liked it when I disobeyed or resisted his will. He liked having an excusefor punishing me. And frankly, I was beginning to suspect that some perverse part of my psycheliked being punished, or the eventual earth-shattering sex that it lead to, anyway.

"I'm sorry that I used what was yours,” I whispered. A smack landed on my rear, though not as hardas he was capable of by any means. "Daddy," I added with a squeak.

"And will you do it again?”

"No, daddy.” I shook my head for emphasis.

"And will you talk when you have not been given permission?”

I cringed. "Probably, daddy.”

There was a long pause, but no more blows fell on my throbbing behind. "And will you move when Ihave told you to be still?"

I shuddered. "Probably, daddy.”

"And will you come before I give you permission?”

I was trembling now. "Probably, daddy." I said it so softly I could hardly even hear myself.

I felt his hands on me, pulling my arms from where they still hugged my knees to my chest. He wassitting cross-legged behind me. He rolled me up into his lap and kissed my forehead, then hesighed. "Thank you for your honesty, baby. You are not a very good sub, you know?"

"I've tried, Kaden, but it's so hard." I actually hiccupped.

"Shhh. If it weren't hard, it would not be so rewarding.” I didn't know what he meant by that, butthen his hand was at my waist and the cord between my legs fell away, even as the butt plug andthe whatever they were roared to life. I gasped, anticipating more torture, but then his fingers wereon my clit and he was whispering in my ear. "You may come now baby." I started coming before heeven finished the sentence. If he hadn't been holding me so tight, they probably would have had topeel me off the ceiling.

After what seemed like forever, he stood and walked over to me, then circled me slowly, as if he wasstudying me. Then he stepped away to the cabinet, which was now at my back. I heard him openthe cupboard doors. "Come here,” he commanded. I stood slowly and walked over to where hewaited, still keeping my eyes glued to the shaggy rug that my feet sank into. He reached over andraised my chin so that I was looking into the cabinet. I went -- as the novels like to say -- cold. Ididn't even know the names of most of the implements of torture that hung within and on theinsides of the cupboard doors themselves. Canes, whips, floggers, paddles, crops. "Choose," heordered. A tremor went through me, and he leaned in close. "Choose or I will," he whisperedseductively in my ear. I sucked in a breath and stepped closer to the cabinet. I touched some of theitems, shivering to imagine what they would feel like. I finally handed him what I thought was aflogger. It had many thin strips, but they seemed soft, like felt or suede.

"A very good choice," he said, and I felt an inexplicable pleasure at his words. He took my arm andled me over to the sawhorse thing. He swung out small padded braces from underneath the bodyof the contraption. "Your knees go here. Climb on." I still wasn't sure exactly what position I wassupposed to take, but his palm between my shoulders pushing me down to a supine position on thepadded top pretty much answered that question. He fussed around, adjusting the knee pads, thenpulling me back so that my ass hung partially off of the end. I grasped the front legs of theapparatus with my hands as he ran his hand over my hair and leaned close to my ear. "How manytimes did you come without my permission?"

"Four," I answered, desperately hoping that that meant four strikes of the flogger. Silly me.

"Yes, and four times twenty is eighty. Isn't that right, kitten?"

I was gasping and he hadn't even struck me yet, but I didn't dare not answer. "Yes, daddy."

"Now, my darling, it is very important that you do not move. Can you do that?”

"No, daddy. I'm sorry. I don't think I can stay still." I was begging and I wasn't even sure for what.But then he answered me.

"Do you want me to bind you?"

I actually said it. "Please, daddy Please bind me."

He moved back to the chest and opened one of the drawers, pulling out short segments of rope. Hethen proceeded to tie my wrists to rings embedded in the legs of the sawhorse. I hadn't noticedthem before in the dim light, but now, being so much closer, I realized there were a number of suchrings, to accommodate different positions, I supposed. He did the same with my knees, thenadjusted the padded rests downward so that I was pulled even tighter against the padded top.Finally, he pulled a strap from beneath the padded crossbar and pulled it over the small of my back,cinching it tight so that my ass was thrust even higher. "How is that?" he asked.

"Thank you,” I replied. Incongruously, he had made me feel safe. I knew I couldn't screw up and earneven more punishment. At least until he ordered me to count.

The first slap of the flogger fell on my back, and the soft sound of the contact was more intensethan the pain. I had a flash of confidence. I could get through this. I could make him proud of me.More blows fell, on the backs of my thighs, on my calves, even on the soles of my feet. He swept myhair off my back and the lashes fell from my neck to my ass and back again. I dutifully counted. Atsome point around thirty, I realized that my skin was becoming highly sensitized. The blows werenot falling any harder, but the contact was progressively becoming more intense. I knew, had I notbeen tightly bound, I never would have been able to be still. At fifty, it was becoming hard to keepcount. The intensity, more overwhelming than pain would have been, was flooding my mind,demanding my entire attention.

Somehow, I made it to eighty. I was drenched in sweat, and gasping for breath. He was there,kissing my cheek and my forehead. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered, and I literally felt a glowfrom his praise. A moment later, he was squirting some liquid all down my back and legs. The coldof the liquid against my superheated skin was like a burning, but then his hands were there, gentlyrubbing it in, cooling me down, soothing me. Still, he didn't release my bindings. And the burninghad moved from my skin to my pussy. I needed him, wanted him to fuck me so bad, but I bit my lipand said nothing. No more punishment today. Anyway, it didn't matter. He knew what I needed, andwhen he had completely rubbed the soothing liquid into my skin, he was there, slowly pressinginside me. He even took care to grip my hips from underneath where the flogger hadn't reached. Hestarted slow and gradually increased in speed, drawing his pleasure out and giving me time tochange my focus from the flogging to the fucking. We came together, as if he had orchestrated it.Maybe he had.

Panting, he props himself up on his elbows and assesses my tousled hair. His fingers gently smoothover the skin of my jaw.

I catch his hand, draw his fingers to my mouth. My breath is hot against his digits.

“You're insatiable,’ he breathes.

“Only when I'm around you," I respond, taking his finger deep into my mouth. Looking at him frombelow my lashes, in an affected, coy manner, I watch his eyes drift shut.

As he pushes another finger into my greedy mouth, he moves his own lips to my breast. At first, histouch is soft and teasing, light kisses that give way to a deeper sensation. He bites and sucks untilmy nipples are diamonds. My cunt is overflowing; my body desperate to be fucked again.

He withdraws his hand from my mouth, wiping his fingers on my tits. Playfully, with a devilish smiledancing across his beautiful jaw-line, he flicks my nipple, watches how my body convulses inresponse.

His hand drifts lower, snaking over my abdomen, caressing my thighs. He is close enough to mydripping pussy to recognise my burning desire. He lingers long enough to tempt me to grindagainst him in the futile hopes of bringing myself to orgasm.

A low chuckle informs me that he is well aware of the cruelty of his tortuous behaviour. I pout andhe moves his hand further away. Pinned beneath his strong body, I am unable to replace any means ofrelease. I reach for his cock which was hard again and stroke it gently, a poor caricature of his expertdominance. I am too keen; too desperate to please.

Then, blissfully, one finger probes the soaking wetness between my legs. It is enough to fill theaching void but not enough to make me climax and I moan pitifully.

Slowly, he thrusts another finger inside of me, building with speed and intensity until the tempo ofhis ministrations reaches a crescendo.

I kiss him frantically, lost in passion

He moves over me. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist and offer my body to him.

There's something delightful about the feel of a cock sliding into a freshly fucked hole, a familiarityand sense of ease that is sharply contrasted by wanton desire. Consumed by a burning passion,fingers grasping greedily, desperate for another orgasm. We are blinded by passion.

We writhe together. His mouth encompasses mine. His fingers knot into my hair, pulling my headback and exposing my neck. He toys with me, nibbling and kissing the exposed skin - a symphonyof delight that leaves me enraptured. I claw at his back as a tsunami rages inside of me. My cunttightens around him, a dying star. The sensation is intense. Akin to pain. And, yet, we cannot stop,drawn together, star-crossed, stealing the moment as we climaxed together once again and fellasleep.