Alpha Heat (6 page)

He put his leg between my thighs, his rough jeans rubbed my sensitive skin. He pulled me closer by my bottom with one hand, still holding my wrists with the other.

I rubbed myself against him. I tried to reach him with my lips, to kiss his face, but I couldn’t touch his skin the way he held me, his own lips dancing along the side of my neck.

“You’re teasing me.”

“Yes. I like teasing you.” His teeth nibbled my neck, then lower. “Keep your hands there,” he growled and the vibration rolled through my body.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
What’s gotten into me? I’m never like this
.

Not with anyone. But with him it just felt right, like he was the golden man from my dreams. The man in my darkest fantasies who would one day sweep me off to the home of the gods themselves.

I kept my arms up as his teeth found my nipple.

“Why do you like teasing me?”

“I’m excited to feel you like this.” He bit me. “Is this alright?” He asked around my flesh.

“Yes, please, yes.” I made a noise like a singing dove. “Harder.” I whispered.

Karl obliged and my nipple caught fire, all my senses circling around it, burning with a sensation that shot straight from my chest to my slit, vibrating in time with my other point down there.

His nails bit into my ass again while he abandoned my left nipple and headed for my right one. The one throbbed in anguish from the absence of his teeth while the other throbbed in anticipation as his jaws drew near.

But then he stopped, and looked up at me displayed before him, thrusting my chest out and grinding my naked seeping pussy on his leg.

“What—,” I gasped.

“My life’s complicated, Grace. I’m complicated.”

He licked where he had been biting, my nipple now swollen twice its normal size.

Ice ran through my fiery thoughts. He’d told me he was single. Something else was wrong then.

“Do you have a disease?” I sucked in my breath. “Are you contagious?”

“I’m not sick, no. I’m not contagious.” He backed away and I dropped my hands to rub my sore breasts. “Let’s talk some first.”

Jesus! I’m all fired up and now he wants to chat. I hope he’s not turning into another nice guy.

I dropped my hands and held them out.

“Only if you’ll get naked too.” I reached for his belt. “Or I’m putting my dress back on.”

Karl let me undo the belt, then he grabbed the buckle and tore the leather out of the loops in his black pants. He ripped off his shirt, literally, buttons dropping to the floor. He held the belt in one hand while with the other he peeled off his boxers.

“Why are you keeping that belt?”

“In case I want to use it.” Again he growled, and again my sore nips and my needy pussy trembled.

He jerked his head to the right pointing with his chin toward a door on the far side of the room. “There’s a good place to talk.”

Without looking back he started walking toward the door. A new song started up on the sound system. Cutting through a jagged, sexy beat a throaty voice wailed asking a man to give her a reason to feel like a woman. Her voice rose up through the floor, up my legs, into my chest, the beat pounding in time with my heart.

He went through leaving the door open before I could take the first step, and I had to trot to catch him.

Karl sat on the bed. He’d fired up a candle and the flickering light played over his naked chest. For the first time I saw his pectorals were covered with fine light colored hair. In the candlelight his fur glowed a translucent scarlet like the sunset through waves. I smelled cinnamon from the candle.

He had a black wolf’s head tattooed on each of his arms. The art was blocky, stylized. Not realistic but rather native looking.

The belt lay curled like a snake to his right. He patted the left side of the bed. “Sit.”

Again a command. I struggled to keep my mouth closed as I tried not to stumble walking to him and then sitting close, feeling the heat of his thigh.

I looked at him, leaning into his arm. I wasn’t panting that hard.

“I have certain things I want in a relationship.”

“And you always get what you want.”

He laughed.
Good, I can make him do that.

“Life’s too short to live with what you don’t want.”

“That’s a great motto if you can afford it.”

His smile made shadowed pools below his cheeks. I wanted to dive into them.

“I can afford all my mottos.” He squinted, making the swimming holes even deeper and more inviting.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know for sure. I met a hot guy. He rescued me from pirates. He turns me on. I’m seeing where it goes.” I kissed his shoulder. “I’m not usually like this.”

I’m not at all like this.

I was actually a virgin, though I’d had Bill Clinton sex. Oral, both giving and receiving. A few guys had even managed to put their cocks near my pussy, though like it was some evil knight’s forbidding keep, they’d all shivered before my fleshy gates. A dorky frat boy who got so drunk he went soft while squeezing on the condom and then rolled over and fell asleep. My friend Jason, who was so sweet that looking at him preparing to ride me with gentle care dried me right up and I had to tell him to stop.

“Before we do anything we’ll regret in the morning, I want to tell you some things.” He placed his hand on the belt. “I like to be in control.”

A blade of fear pierced my mood.
What if he’s a strangler?

I drew back. “I’m not sure what you mean? I like to be in control too, most of the time. I’m very independent. I’m not looking for anything serious.” Or life threatening.

“Got it. Nothing serious.”

He fell back on the bed, arms spread, palms up. He looked cute and sweet when he did that.

“I know I worry too much. I’m a type A and concern’s one of my things.” He raised himself on his elbows, his belly muscles rippling.

“Let’s stop playing around. I feel something strong between us. You feel it too. Chemistry. No matter what we say we want, this is not going to be a fling.”

I was shocked to hear a man talk this way. So open. Almost too open. Not that I’d had that much experience. I looked around and decided.

My first real time should be like this, in a charming room, with a handsome man, after a lovely meal. OK he’s a bit kinky, well I’ve read enough books and seen enough cable TV for that to be more spicy than shocking.

And he was also right. That I lay here, naked on his bed, aching for him to touch me, to rub me, even to…bite me, again, was proof.

I drew one leg up and turned toward him, flattened my belly and poked my chest out. “OK, you’re right on target. I feel…special around you. What you did,” without thinking my fingers found their way between my legs, “your thing gets me going like no one’s done before. You’re like that roller coaster, the Cheetah, going faster than a person is supposed to go, but the speed is fun.” I glanced at the belt.

“Even that.” My fingers rubbed my nipples, getting some of my juices on them.

“Good. I like you, Grace. By the gods, I need you now.”

He half shut his eyes and rubbed his chin.

“But I don’t want to shock you.”

He’d said he needed me.

I touched his chest, his skin was warm beneath his blond fur. I wasn’t a complete newbie. Like I said I’d read some books. Hell I’d read a lot of books. He was a dominant. Of course. The money, the motorcycle. The looks.

“I respect you, Grace. You’re a strong, vibrant person with a full life you’re working on. But when it comes to this,” he looked from my breasts to my pussy. “When it comes to what turns me on, I have certain needs.” He lay back again, spreading his hands. “I’m just who I am.”

I put my leg between his and looked into his eyes, “Who are you, Karl? I don’t like mysteries.” I don’t. I like romances. Spicy ones. With happy endings. But they have to start going at some point.

He didn’t disappoint. He flipped me over then, spreading my legs, holding my hands with his, looking into my eyes. He was heavy, but a pleasant weight to bear. His hard penis rubbed between my legs, on my bare skin.

“You liked the feeling when I bit your nipple. You liked the pain mixed with the pleasure. You liked my being in control. You liked being dominated.” His eyes seemed like they were shining with their own light. They sparkled with flashes of green fire when the candle’s flame flared.

“Is that a question?”

“If you say no, I will get up, get you dressed, and walk you out.”

“And if I say yes?”

Then the belt was in his hand, and he wrapped the leather around my wrists. “Then this is the start of a trip that will take you to amazing places you’ve never imagined you’d go.”

“Oh I don’t know about that, I’ve got quite an imagination.” He just grinned.

I went limp, crossing my wrists. “Let’s see.”

“Yes.” He raised his eyebrows. “You have to say yes, Grace. I have my rules.”

“Jesus, yes, Karl, yes!”

Without saying anything more, he tightened the belt. The belt had a double metal loop buckle, so he could adjust it to any size he wanted.

The bed had round posts on the headboard. He tied the long end of the belt around one. I looked up, watching. The knot was a loose one, I could’ve pull free if I wanted to.

If I wanted to.

He kissed me on my lips, then on my neck. Then he trailed his way south, leaving kisses behind. He skipped my sore nipples and moved to my stomach.

He hadn’t shaved, and his stubble rubbed on my tender skin. It wasn’t scratchy, like the few unshaved cheeks I’d felt against mine before, instead his fuzz felt like the short velvet hairs on the nose of a dog.

He rubbed these against my inner thighs, the outside of my slit, then he parted my slick labia with his sensational chin.

I cried out. He dove forward.

I lifted my hips to help him find the spot.

He made a deep humming noise, waves of sound vibrating my pussy. He pressed up on my thighs, lifting them above his shoulders and then he ran his lips up and down my labia.

“Stop teasing!” I cried.

“Stop teasing, Sir,” he said into me. He bit one of my inner lips, not too hard but enough to make me gasp. Then his tongue started licking the sensitive skin around my clit. He kissed his way around my pussy without touching my nub.

Then he stopped.

“Please quit teasing, Sir.”

I tried to reach for his head and the belt pulled tighter around my bound wrists. The headboard creaked with the sound of straining oak. His knot slipped and then held and I ended up just pushing my hips into his face, rocking in time with his licks.

Karl used an even rhythm, first slow, then fast. I panted right along with him, like his motion controlled my breaths.

Then he put his lips around my button and sucked, flicking his tongue underneath. He trapped my little bud against his stiff upper lip.

“Oh my god!” I screamed. “Oh oh oh.”

Before Karl, only I could make myself babble like that.

He lifted my ass with one hand and ran the tips of his fingers over the lips of my cunt. I didn’t think I could stand anymore. Then I found that I could. I had to.

Karl’s knot held better than I thought it would.

I’m all tied up and I can’t get away!

He ran one finger around my insides, gathering my juices.

Then he put two fingers in. I pressed my hips up again, finding that I could get some leverage by pulling against my bound wrists.

Karl ran his fingers further inside me and pressed upward.

“O my baby my baby,” I whispered, unable to catch my breath enough to scream. He found that spot that I could only find with my curved massager.

As he rubbed me there he continued to swirl his tongue around my clit.

My temperature rose and an electric tingle swept up from his fingers, up my spine, and into my brain like that white light some folks say they see when they die. I wasn’t dying, but now there flashed pink waves in the white light and from far off I could hear myself panting and moaning, “don’t stop, right there, don’t stop,” again and again.

Everything in my world centered around my two spots, with his tongue on one while his fingers worked the other. I could feel only those two parts of him, touching me, and nothing else mattered. Wave after wave rolled over me as I exploded.

Still he kept going, with the same smooth rhythm. Each stroke just a bit faster than the one before.

The pink light shattered into deep blue filled with stars, and I wailed, shaking his head between my thighs, feeling liquid spurting and shooting from me as I exploded.

If someone filmed me having this orgasm and gave me an Oscar for my performance, I’d have to say at the ceremony that it was a letdown, the red carpet, the stars, the glory, the jewels, compared to the joy of the performance itself.

As I came off the peak I hoped he knew when to stop, and he did.