His fingers moved the loose hairs away from my face, his hazel eyes staring down into mine.
"I've been waiting so long for this, Cassie Bennett."
I grabbed his head, pulling it down so our lips could meet. He kissed me, his fleshy lips pressing down on mine with just a hint of aggressiveness. He quickly moved to my neck, sucking and kissing his way up to my earlobe then back down. All I needed were his lips on me, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head and muffled moans staggering out of my mouth. My fingers clung to his back, gripping and tugging with the movement of his mouth on my neck. He moved his body, trying to free my hands from destroying his back, when suddenly he stopped and sat up, looking down at me while making a rather chastising noise.
"I see I can't get your hands to behave, so I'm going to have to make them do so." He reached for his bedside nightstand, pulling open the drawer and sifting through until he smiled and called out, "Bingo."
In his hands were eight elastic, nylon green boot bands used to hold the cammie pants in place. Confusion swept through me at just what he thought he was going to accomplish with them, but I didn't ask. I was much too intrigued by whatever he had in mind.
"Turn over," he ordered, sending me turning before he was even done speaking. "These boot bands are going to hold you in place-- all of you."
He bound my ankles with one, then latched another onto it and connected that to the tiny spokes lining the metal footboard. He swiftly moved up to my hands and proceeded to do the same. There was plenty of pull, given the elasticity of the bands, but I wasn't quite sure how he would keep me from breaking the miniature hook at the end of it.
"I know you can break these, but this is a test in self-restraint," he whispered. "You break them, I punish you. You understand that?"
I nodded my head, allowing a feeble, "Yes," to come out of my mouth.
He moved back to the edge of the bed, climbing on and maneuvering himself in between me, spread out for his enjoyment. I felt the very tip of his cock at my entrance, my heartbeat spiking at the anticipating of it alone. After a few agonizing seconds, he was in me, barreling his way inside and causing me to cry out in pain, enjoyment, and satisfaction. A low growl escaped him as he made his way in.
He lay down on my back, moving in and out with the rhythm of his slow, savoring breaths. Everything I had ever imagined was coming to life in that moment. He was large and commanding, yet gentle and accommodating.
"You like that?" he asked, nibbling on my ear.
Words in the form of small whimpers answered back, making him pick up the pace.
He dug deeper, sending lightening through my core and making me dip further into the mattress with each thrust. My hands were pulling from the bar, but his words came crashing back and I tried hard to hold them steady, fearing I would fail at proving that I did have some restraint about me.
His balls slapped my ass with every movement, sparking me to cry out with every smack. His tortuously slow pace gave way to harder, more commanding blows, shaking my resolve and sending my arms barreling down with force, breaking the hook on the end of the band.
"I knew you couldn't do it," he mocked, pulling out and taking me up with him. "Look what you've done to my beloved boot bands. I think you deserve to be punished."
"These things are--," I defended through hard breaths.
"Shhh…" he cut me off, laughing in the background.
He took my hands and placed them on the headboard, my fingers gripping it tight. I sat upright on my knees, waiting for whatever it was that he was planning to do to me. And before I could turn around, he was nibbling at my ass, causing me to flinch with the overwhelming sensation that his teeth elicited. His mouth covered the spot where he bit, soothing it with smooth, sweet sucks before he removed it and sent his hand powering down in a thunderous slap right on the sensitive spot.
I cried out, feeling such passionate tingles with the meeting of his hand to my ass. He did it again, the entire routine before grabbing hold of my breasts from behind and burying himself into me. This time, he didn’t go slowly. He got right to business, pounding away at my core, sending all of the blood in my body racing straight for my clit. My screams and his grunts filled the room as he drummed away at me, making my head fall back, taking my ability to counter him with it. He let go of one breast, instead grabbing hold of my hair as he pounded harder and harder. That monstrous cock of his did not let up, controlling every movement while slowly burning down every wall inside of me.
"I'm so close, Blondie. I'm not coming without you."
His words undid me, all of the nerve endings in my body short circuiting, leaving me in a convulsing, shrieking mess in his hands. He pounded even harder, growling out his release as I screamed my own, the sweat now coating our skin and leaving us slipping against one another while our orgasms ripped through and dismantled us.
I fell forward, Alex falling with me. We lay quietly, trying hard to catch our breaths. His cock still lay inside of me, occupying his conquest.
When we finally came down from our highs, Alex rolled off of me, lying on his back while pulling me to him on mine. He rested his nose on the top of my head, inhaling slowly as he worked his hands over my breasts. I lay my hands on his cock, still somewhat erect, feeling like he could go another round.
"Alexander the Great, that's what I'll call you," I whispered, finally breaking the silence.
"My name is Alejandro, but I'll take it. It fits me since I just conquered you and your body."
He continued playing with my breasts, squeezing my nipples while doing so.
"Alejandro Cruz. Has a nice ring to it. Why do you go by Alex?"
"It's easier. I've been going by Alex my entire life. The only people who call me Alejandro are my mom and my grandma. Everyone else gets the shortened version."
I lay quiet, not sure of where to go with this conversation, so I went with what naturally came to me.
"Are you close with your mom?"
"Yes," he quickly responded. "But I don't want to talk about my mom with my dick in your hands. If you don't mind?"
I laughed, remembering where we were and how ridiculous that conversation must have felt for him.
"You hungry?"
"I ate at Subway, but I could always go for more. You worked me into an appetite."
"Don't worry, I'm not finished with you yet. But first, you need some sustenance."
He sat up, easing his way out of the bed and reaching his hand down for me.
"Can I get a shower first?" I asked, gawking at his naked body standing before me.
"Why? I’m going right back in there as soon as we're done eating."
"I'm sticky as hell, and I'd rather not be," I quipped. Taking hold of his hand and moving out of the bed.
He led us over to the bathroom and started up the shower. Pulling off the used condom, he tossed it into the trashcan, then immediately ripped open another and slid it onto his stiffened cock.
Holding out his hand, he led me into the shower. I stepped in and immediately stood under the showerhead, allowing the water to pour down over me. Alex stepped in and took me from behind, dropping wet kisses down my neck as he snaked himself back inside. I held on to the sides of the walls, gripping as best I could on the slippery surface as he prepared to go for round two.
Alex finished me off in the shower, completely breaking me while alternating between hard and slow. In the past, I usually got the short end of the stick, left to my own devices to achieve an orgasm while they got off and moved on. Not with Alex. He alerted me to when he got close, then worked me to his level so that we could come together. It was amazing.
Sitting at the kitchen island where we’d had our heated discussion, the mood couldn't have been more different. Two sated people, sitting side by side, enjoying a home cooked meal, basking in the satisfaction of releasing all of our sexual tension. Alex, among his many talents, also happened to be a very good cook. He threw some chicken on the grill, sautéed some onions and peppers, made his very own salsa from scratch, then put it all over a bed of Spanish rice. My astonishment at his abilities shocked him.