Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)
Chapter 47

(Annabel POV)

I was used to Kaden's little head games by now and I made the mistake of giving it back to him. "I'm your slut and you might as well treat me like one," I said saucily.

He brought his hand down hard on my freshly-whipped ass and it nearly took my breath away. "You'll address me as daddy," he commanded. "You'll tell me that you're my slut," when you speak to me, now say it," he said sternly.

I took a little breath and focused. He was in complete and total control of me, and I loved every second of it. "I'm your slut, daddy," I said, emphasizing the single syllable, "and you can do whatever you want to me."

"Better."

He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured a long string of it on my asshole. He had the muscles in my ass so relaxed, I felt some of the cool, crisp liquid slip inside. I felt two fingers press against my anus, and slowly and methodically he worked them inside me. There wasn't any pain, only a bit of pressure, and the pressure quickly gave way to an intense, pleasurable feeling that felt like it was coming from the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes and again, involuntarily, I began moving my hips back against the digits that were now moving deep inside my body. Then he quickly removed them.

"What do you want now, little girl?"

It wasn't enough that we both knew what was going to happen next. He had to hear me say it, and he was going to make me ask for it. "I want to feel your big cock in my ass daddy," I whispered enticingly. "Good, girl."

He moved in behind me, I felt his large head press against my opening, and he began easing himself inside me. I took deep breaths and willed my body to relax. He had me so prepared from his saliva and the lube that there was only a bit of pressure, that quickly changed to an intense pleasure, radiating deep within me. A few seconds later, our bodies rested together and I knew he was all the way inside me. He gave me a full minute to adjust and I thought of asking him to go slowly at first. However, he'd been so patient and really taken his time preparing me, so it was obvious he was putting my need for comfort ahead of his desire for pleasure, and I didn't think it was necessary. A few seconds later, my suspicion was confirmed.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked gently.

"Yes, I'm okay, daddy," I whispered.

Slowly, he rotated his hips backward and then eased himself forward again. Each time his body momentarily rested against the back of my freshly-whipped thighs, little surges of pain coursed through me and only added to the pleasure of having his big thick cock deep inside me. Gradually, he picked up the pace, the pleasure/pain factors intensified, and I began panting and moaning loudly.

"Yes... just like that, hard and deep," I said between grunts. Again, I had to resist the overwhelming desire to touch my clit. Seconds later, it was as if he'd read my mind.

His fingers moved between my legs and he synchronized the sawing motions of his cock and his fingers, which were perfectly rubbing my clit. Immediately, my body began climbing.

Both of us were moaning and breathing hard with each powerful, long, deep stroke. "God, just a little more ... just a little more," I moaned.

He pushed his hard cock inside me to the hilt and then roughly rubbed my clit, and my body violently released. When I'd somewhat regained my senses, I was lying flat on my stomach in the bed and his cock had been expelled from me. I turned my head to look behind me, and he was patiently waiting for me with a full, hard erection.

"How the hell do you do that?" I asked while still trying to catch my breath.

He smiled. "Do what?"

Of course, he's being coy. "That type of control," I said honestly.

"Mind over cock," he joked.

I smiled. "How do you want me to take care of that big thing?" I teased.

"On your back."

I shot him a playful grin. "Yes, daddy."

I flipped over on my back and opened my long legs wide for him, and he slid between them. He had to have had my asshole gaped obscenely open because he pushed into me with one long solid thrust, and I let out a little grunt.

I looked up into his eyes. "As hard as you want, okay? I want to feel you squirt inside me."

I grimaced when he wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled my ass about a foot off the mattress. There was no delay and no hesitation. He quickly began thrusting into me hard and deep and it nearly took my breath away. His eyes were roaming up and down my body and I sensually rubbed his chest.

"Yes... just like that..." I cooed, "Pound me out, hard and deep."

After a couple of minutes, his breathing finally started to change and I knew he had to be close. "Rub your clit, baby, come with me."

I moved my hand south and rubbed the hard little nub between my legs. Just as I felt his thick, powerful jets squirt into my bowels, the waves of my orgasm sensually washed over me. When I began to come back down, he'd collapsed on top of me. As we fought to gain control of our breathing, he leaned in and we shared a hot passionate kiss. I felt him lose his rigidity inside me, and he rolled us onto our sides and his cock slipped out.

He pulled a soft blanket over us, I snuggled up tight against his body, and he wrapped his strong arms around me. He kissed me tenderly and lightly stroked my sides and my back. Then he reached up and caressed my cheek. Now that I know what this aftercare stuff is, I really love it, I thought.

"I didn't think that big thing would ever go soft," I gently teased.

He smiled. "You're an amazing submissive Annabel, and this was one of our best scenes. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"I loved it," I said honestly. I thought for a moment. "I think I could get used to this."

"I love how your body reacted to me and you're a fantastically responsive sub. I hope you know that my verbal goading was just part of the scene; I didn't mean any of those things I said about you, okay?"

I smiled. "I know you didn't, and that little head trip only added to my wonderful experience." I paused for a moment. "It took me a bit to understand what you were doing, but I enjoyed it."

"I'm glad you're okay with it and didn't take anything personally."

I thought for a moment. "You were right, it was certainly enlightening, both in terms of BDSM and with regard to myself and my responses, both mentally and physically."

There were a few moments of comfortable silence. I loved being close to him, feeling that intimacy after experiencing such an emotional and physical scene. Still, I had a question that lingered in my mind. I gently ran the tips of my fingers along his chest. "May I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"I'm a bottom, and I understand how me rimming you would be a submissive act, but you're a top, why did you rim me?"

"First and foremost, you stated on your questionnaire that you were willing to engage in that act, both giving and receiving, otherwise I wouldn't have done it. Always remember, it's your body, and you have the right to say what you're willing and not willing to do with it. Any top who's not willing to abide by your limits is dangerous and has no business being in this lifestyle."

I nodded my head as I listened to him.

"Secondly, as the top, it's my prerogative to use your body in any manner that pleases me, provided I stay within your limits, of course. I was in control, so I wasn't submitting to you; it pleased me to give you pleasure in that way, so I chose to do it."

He explained that perfectly. "The bottom actually has a lot of power, huh?"

"Correct, she does. True BDSM is consensual, Anny, always and without exceptions."

I leaned in and gave him a little kiss. "You're the perfect top."

He smiled.

"Loved... I loved everything you allowed me to experience this evening, and I'm grateful."

He smiled. "Now it's time for closure." He kissed me again, and I responded with genuine pleasure but without passion; that part of me was completely drained. When he broke the kiss, he helped me off the bed. He handed me a small towel, and after I cleaned up the best I could, I reached up and gently caressed his cheek.

"This is a wonderful evening," he said.

I shot him a tired but playful smile. "You made it wonderful, daddy."

He laughed, and I kissed him on the cheek.