Alice After Hours (7 page)

“
Fuck me. Just fuck me.”

“
That sounds like a demand,” he replied, as if they were having a normal conversation and his lips were not grazing her breast.

“
I don't care.”

“
Of course you don't. You're in this for you, aren't you?”

Her hands were in his hair, and then she was grasping his shoulders. When he bit down gently on her nipple, her fingers clawed and dragged at the fabric of his shirt, scrunching it tightly.

“
Please,” she begged, arching her back. “Please.”

She found the waistband of his jeans and moved a little lower to the bulge that was his cock. She squeezed, wanting the thrill of his hardness. But her wrist was captured and lifted above her head. Held out of the way.

“
Not yet.”

Not yet?
What did that mean? She was ready. More than ready. Couldn't he see that? She couldn't move. Squirmed. Fought against his grip. She wanted to free herself from under him and rip his shirt open. Drag off his jeans and then roll on top and ride him until she came in one crazy, hardcore fucking orgasm.

“
We do this my way, or not at all,” he said, his fingers digging into on her breast as he sucked and chewed on the nipple.

His words smashed into her brain.

“
Okay. Fine. Whatever. Just ….” She could hardly speak.

“
Just what?”

Well, said the little voice in Alice's head, at last you're getting exactly what you deserve. A man in full control of the situation—and you.

With a painful wrench she tore her hand from his grasp. Dropped it to her crotch, and found her clit. The relief was immediate. Oh God! Now it was a different kind of need. A few hard circles and she would be over the edge. Her legs splayed and her backside clenched and lifted.

“
Don't stop,” she gasped, holding his head to her breast and keeping his mouth firmly on her nipple.

Her breathing was laboured as her fingers, soaked in her juices and her scent, rubbed frantically.

And then, just as before, her wrist was gripped and her hand pulled away.

Beyond despair, she whimpered. The pain of hot, aching denial was unbearable and she needed him to understand that she just had to finish. Had to. She'd gone too far to stop.

She tried to free herself, pulling and tugging and wiggling, but this time he was relentless.

“
My way. I told you.” He was looking down on her. “You have a lot to learn.”

Alice bit back the remark on the tip of her tongue. One look at his expression told her defiance wouldn't do her any good.

He was leaning down and again touching his lips to her neck.

“
Arousal,” he said, his kisses feather light. “It's a glancing look. A fleeting touch. A whispered word. It smoulders. And then it catches and burns, and rages until it consumes.”

His mouth was on her breast once more.

“
It's not selfish,” he continued, “nor is it a demand.”

Alice gave a long sigh of pleasure as his tongue flicked over her nipple.

“
But isn't that what you want, to demand I do things?” she pleaded.

“
I have no intention of demanding anything from you.”

‘
Then … what …?” Her back arched as another jolt of pleasure surged through her.

“
Close your eyes. Just feel. Do you understand? Don't think about anything. Concentrate on what I'm doing.”

His fingertips were gliding over her skin. Teasing over her quivering belly, then up to her ribs before returning to skirt her precisely trimmed mound. Then, nothing.

Alice lay still, her eyes closed, one arm still twisted and clamped over her head, trying to anticipate his next touch.

The fingertips returned, only now they were travelling up her side, and she squirmed—not because the sensation was unpleasant, but because they were heading towards the curve of her breast again.

He was nuzzling her ear.

“
I want you to lose yourself. Strip away everything and concentrate only on feeling.”

The fingers lifted, and then she felt the lightest touch on her thigh; even so, they burned as they moved oh so slowly towards the crease between the top of her leg and the rounded, fleshy outer lips of her entrance.

“
Ohhhhh!”

It was an escape of breath. A slow sigh of utter contentment.

A fingernail eased up the side of one puffy lip, around her clit, and then down the other side. She was wet and open for him. She knew that. Knew that if he chanced to look down he would know it too.

She wanted to spread her legs. Display herself to this man. Have him take her, possess her, use her, in all her vulnerability.

“
Keep still.”

She obeyed immediately, but the fingers had gone.

Instead, she concentrated. Breathed in traces of cologne and shampoo. Felt the pressure of his thigh on hers and the ruthless shape of his erection, the whisper touch of his shirt on her side. Listened to his breathing, deep and steady.

She sensed him studying her, and the knowledge he was doing so, freely and unhindered, added yet another dimension. Then she was gasping, for he'd parted her folds and having opened her up, his middle finger was delving into her wetness and smearing her own juices over the bud of her clit. She cried out, and in response he took the tiny shaft between thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth. The sensation was both agonising and yet wonderfully exquisite. It also left her desperate with need. Scrabbling at the seam of the sofa cushion, she lifted herself urgently.

But it was already too late.

“
Please,” she murmured, screwing her eyes up even tighter.

“
Don't you like it?”

“
Yessssss.”

“
Then what do you want me to do?”

“
Fuck me. Please,” she moaned softly.

“
No.”

‘
I don't understand.” Alice was shaking uncontrollably and thought she might cry. No one had ever treated her this way. No one.

His lips came down to trace the curve of hers.

“
Shhh. We have all night.”

H
e led her, unfulfilled, up a thickly carpeted staircase and along a corridor. Framed black and white images dotted the walls, not that she could make out the subjects. She was exhausted and clinging to his hand, her palm damp with perspiration, his warm and dry. And then the ground gave way as he swung her up and for the few remaining steps, carried her as if she was a child.

Her head lolled against his and her arm found its way around his neck. She wanted to concentrate on being in the moment, on the rhythm of his stride and the power of his arms … and the delicious feeling of helplessness.

His bed was vast, and having ripped back the covers, he laid her on sheets scented with soap and sweat while resuming his orchestration of each and every one of her senses. Soon her need was magnified beyond anything she'd ever known, and she was reduced to begging.

“
Not yet,” he murmured, his fingers between her legs, stroking and petting and fondling.

“
I can't do this.”

Her hand gripped his. Squeezed it and held it still.

She was trembling.

“
I'm going to restrain you.”

His eyes were strangely compassionate.

“
Nooooo.”

“
And I'm going to blindfold you.”

Her breath caught. “Why?”

“
Because I can. Unless you intend to walk away right now. Do you?”

Alice shook her head. She was in far too deep. A surge of excitement shot through her at the thought of this man, a total stranger, stripping away her defences and plundering her body.

“
Tell me it's what you want,” he said, taking his hand from hers and placing it on her aching breast.

“
Tie me up,” she whispered.

“
And ….”

“
Blindfold me.”

“
And then what?”

“
Use me.”

“
For whose pleasure?”

“
Yours.”

“
You would give yourself to me that way?”

“
Yes.”

Her response was shamefully urgent.

The bindings were soft on her wrists, but they were restraints nonetheless. Her arms were pulled taut as he tied first one wrist to a corner of the bed, and then the other to the opposite side. Then he placed a layer of fabric across her eyes, and lifting her head, gently fastened the blindfold in place.

Her world was utter blackness, far more so than when she merely closed her eyes.

“
Let everything fade away.” The smooth plane of his cheek was against hers, and the warmth of his breath on her ear.

The mattress moved, and now she understood why he hadn't tied her legs. Lifting her right knee and grasping her ankle, he slid her heel up to rest against her thigh. He did the same with the other, and then pried her legs apart.

Her nipples throbbed painfully.

She heard his breathing, measured and steady—then heard her own, ragged and laden with desire, and was consumed with shame.

This was what she'd wanted all along. And he'd known it. Understood her better than she did herself.

His mouth was hot on her ripe, slick cunt and when his tongue fluttered over her clit and probed at her entrance, she groaned uncontrollably. She was in heat, a bitch in season, but more than that, she was alive in every sense. Nothing else mattered. Only this.

She struggled, tugging on her bindings and felt them tighten. The chafing and biting into her wrists hurt, there was no doubt of that, but the resulting sense of helplessness was beyond incredible. Then the tip of a finger slipped inside her—just the tip—and even that was barely there. She bucked, desperate for more, but instead his fingers were digging into her, spreading her wide and he'd returned his mouth to her engorged bud, drawing on it and sucking it between his lips. She couldn't stop. She heard herself cry out—begging, pleading, promising.

“
Cum for me.”

She barely heard the words, but they crashed and echoed in the darkest void of her mind, and immediately her spine arched in relief and gratitude. Only her shoulders and heels remained on the bed as contractions, wave after wave of them, surged through her. She wanted to scream, to push down. She wanted him to stop, to leave her be, but she was crying and begged him not to. She was somewhere else, somewhere primal, somewhere only one thing mattered: this incredible ecstasy.

T
hough she didn't open her eyes immediately, Alice sensed the first glimmers of morning light filtering into the room. She couldn't believe how
good
she felt. And how completely at peace. Taking a deep breath, and with her eyes still closed, she stretched her arms above her head and pointed her toes, ballerina-style, towards the bottom of the bed. Counting to ten, she exhaled slowly.

She did it again, though by the time she'd reached five, she knew he was watching her. Sheets pushed down to his waist, Gabe was obviously more awake than she was since he was propped up on one elbow.

“
Good morning.”

“
Hi,” she smiled.

“
Feeling good?”

“
Uh-huh.”

“
Welcome to the rabbit hole.”

“
The rabbit hole? Oh yes.” She lowered her eyes, suddenly a little embarrassed. “Well, I must have missed something. Wasn't it supposed to be a night of domination?”

He eased back the sheet, exposing the ridges of hipbone and the narrow, clipped triangle of hair.

“
You mean whips and paddles and being punished? Not my scene. Sorry.”

The back of his hand was trailing down between her breasts and over her stomach.

“
You like this?” he asked when she sighed in delight.

“
I do.”

“
And this?”

The flank of her thigh was being caressed with just enough pressure for her to make out the soft calluses at the base of each finger.

“
Ohhhh!”

Now he was skirting lightly over her mound.

“
Hit the spot?”

“
Very definitely.”

“
Then I know where to start again later.”

“
Later! What's wrong with now?”

‘
Oh Alice. Sweet Alice. Always so demanding.”

“
That's not true,” she pouted, her fingertips fluttering down his chest to settle on the tiny raised nubs of his nipples. “We could pick up from where we left off earlier.”

“
Not going to happen,” he said.

“
But why? You didn't fuck me. Don't you want to?”

“
Crazy woman. Of course I want to fuck you. And I'm going to. Just not now.”