Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)
Chapter 76

(Katerina's POV)

Thursday afternoons are always the dullest day of the week; where my need for Kol is felt most keenly. For some reason, the weather always seems to mirror my mood. Streaks of rain flashes across my window, glittering streaks against an otherwise grey sky.

Dressed only in my pink lingerie, I assess myself in the mirror, turning to see the delicate lace of my pants as it cups the line of my ass. The underwear is too pretty to be hidden beneath clothing; it demands to be seen, to be torn from my body in a passionate rage. My fingers sneak beneath the cups of my bra and I roll my nipples beneath my needy digits. Half-watching myself in the mirror, I imagine that I am watching a peep show. The stranger in the mirror twists her nipples, gasps in pain. I want so desperately to be on display for him; to have him command me in self-pleasure.

A devilish idea takes root. I know that Kol is busy. I know how hectic his schedule is. And yet, I want to distract him; to draw him to me.

Grabbing my phone and vibrator, I recline across my bed, slipping my underwear from my body and marvelling at the delicious depravity of my nudity. I position the camera so that it captures the image of my masturbation. My body fills the screen wantonly. I do not want there to be any ambiguity within my message; I want him to see me in all my whorey desperation. I pushed the vibrator against my clit. It sparks to life, the intense pulsations kissing my needy cunt with artificial adoration.

My mind wanders; a montage of Kol's prowess plays. I imagine him kissing me, biting my nipples, forcing his cock deep into my tightness. My eyes flutter shut. My lips part. I moan his name. When the throes of my electric orgasm have subsided, I sent him the video. He will be tempted by this, my siren song, and it will compel him towards me no matter how busy he is, as sure as any magic spell. He is bound to me, bewitched. I'm such a bad wife, I smiled to myself.

Languidly, I stretch my long limbs across the vast savannah of my bed. It is lonely without him, the sheets, a poor imitation of the warmth and comfort of his body.

Although I try to pretend otherwise, I am also captivated by him. Kol is an addiction, a need.

After a few frustrating minutes, I hear the door burst open. In his haste, he skid into the room, already stripping off his shirt. I am transfixed by the sinews of his arm, which move as he throws off his jeans. He pulled off his boxers and his circumcised cock springs free.

He throws himself onto the bed, claims my mouth with his.

'Do you have long?' I ask, frantically reaching for his cock and stroking him to hardness.

'No,' he whispers as he kisses my neck, twisting my hair round his hand and pulling my head back. His hand skims across my abdomen, a symphony across my skin. He plays with my wetness, slipping a finger into my sodden cunt.

I spit into my hand -- we do not have the time for me to search the drawers of harnesses and collars to replace the lube -- and wrap my fingers around his girth.

Struggling to contain the sheer mass of his phallus in one hand, I focus my attention on the tip, playing with it until he moaned.

'More,' he commands, his voice rough with desire.

Obediently, I begin to move my wrist more frantically, capturing the length of his long, thick cock. Not satisfied with my hand, he flips me over, positions my ass so that my holes are on display, ready to be filled. He caresses my arse, the heat from his palm smoothing over my cool skin. I moan with shameless desire.

'Please fuck me,' I beg.

He tears my arms from beneath me and pin them behind my back. My face falls onto the pillow and I am forced to use my core strength to keep myself in position. Completely under his control, I am immobilised, unable to thrust back against him as he slowly, luxuriantly slide his cock into my cunt, stretching me wide.

His strong hand grips my both arms, holding them tightly. The size of his huge hands compared to my thin arms makes me feel small and girly and I melt into his masculinity. Placing pressure on my lower back he manipulate my arse further in the air, giving him greater access to the depth of my needy pussy.

His strokes are slow, languid and he plunges his weapon into my gaping hole, replaceing the sweet spot at the base of my cervix. His free hand creeps under me and he reaches for my throat. I am surrounded by him, immobilized by his strength, revelling in the delight of his sex.

'Yes,' I breathe.

The orgasm that washes over me is intense but controlled, waves of pleasure that build and leave me crying, shaking in his arms. His face presses into my shoulder and the touch of his lips, combined with the pressure of his body, the rolling of his hips, sends me over the abyss again. Lost within the velveteen folds of hedonism, I am swept away by the intensity of my orgasm, which tears through my body. It feels so much like falling, an overwhelming sensation that I cannot control. I am grateful for his strong arms, grateful that he keeps me in bondage, keeping me tethered to myself even as his cock threatens me with pleasure.

My cunt spasms round his cock, massaging him until the intensity overwhelms him. Through gritted teeth, he mutters my name, plunging into me with ferocity until he cum inside of me.

Releasing my arms, he collapsed onto my back, kissing my neck. His body is warm, enticing and I nuzzle into his comforting embrace. He strokes my hair.

'I guess you'll have to head back,' I say softly, praying that my tone does not betray my sadness.

He sighs. 'I guess,' he murmurs, but he makes no motion to leave. Fluffing the pillow, he drew the duvet about himself.

'I don't want you getting into trouble.'

He grinned. 'I booked the day off the second I saw your video. Luckily, I had holiday that needed using.' He kissed me deeply. 'You looked so sexy that I knew there was no way either of us would be satisfied with a quick fumble.' Still kissing me, his hand moves to my clit and he begins to move in slow circles round the sensitive bud. 'But if you want me to go, I can...'

'No,' I say. The word escapes my lips in a half-choked panic. I am on the brink of another orgasm, terrified that he will cruelly pull away before I can reach a climax.

He takes my phone and position it on the bedside table so that it is focused on my face. 'Cum for me,' he whispers, slipping his index finger into my overflowing pussy.

Unable to resist, I allow myself to lose myself to the sensations, clutching his back, my long nails raking his skin. The orgasm overtakes me, contracting my muscles, arching my back and leaving me a shaking mess of pleasure.

Smiling at my still convulsing body, he pushes me to his cock. I take him deep within my mouth, habitually obedient. He tasted like mutual pleasure, the sweet-saltiness of our combined fluids mixed together or the throbbing hardness of his cock. I lap at him greedily, swirling my tongue around his tip. My fingers massage his balls. He lets out a carnal moan.

Suddenly, before his body succumbs to temptation, he grasp my hair and pulls me off of him.

'I need coffee,' he states.

'But,' I pout.

He Smiled cruelly, so handsome that it left me breathless. 'Caffeine first. Then we can continue.' With a sigh, I tear myself away from the bed, from his body, and slink to grab my robe.

He stops me with a warning glance. 'I want to watch you leave.'

I grin, saunter away slowly, rolling my hips. I like the sight of him, bundled under the duvet. I like the ease with which he slip into my days. I leave the door open behind me, ready for my return. (Annabel POV)

In the living room, I kicked off my god-awful heels, almost taking out a lamp with one, and reached down to pull my dress over my head. Kaden stopped me, though, his hands on my wrists.

"Let me look, first," he murmured, backing away. "Turn, slowly." He eyed me with a critical expression. "You look very beautiful, baby."

I smiled and waited for instructions. He nodded. "Now you may remove the dress."

I pulled the stretchy material over my head and removed my bra. When I hooked my thumbs in my panties, I looked at him for permission before lowering them. He nodded, and I pulled them slowly off. I stood before him, feet spread, arms at my sides, eyes downcast.

"You have grown in experience," he said, in appreciation. "Your submission has become your strength."

"Huh?" most of my voices said in unison.

"Come in to the bedroom, baby, I want to fuck you." Well, duh. I wanted to be fucked, so that was all working out rather nicely.

He had me lay on my back on the bed and used the rope that was already attached to the bedposts at the head of the bed to bind my wrists towards each corner. I was all ready, breathing fast and undoubtedly dripping a bit, too. Mental note; going to have to wash the bed spread tomorrow. Next, he undid the ropes from the bottom feet of the bed and attached them to the bedposts at the head, which seemed a tad redundant to me. But I was keeping my mouth shut, determined to make this all pleasure and no punishment. He pulled those ropes up behind the headboard and over. I'm sure I had a puzzled expression on my face, because he seemed to replace it amusing as he gazed down at me.

He made some sort of fancy loop at the end of the rope. I was never a girl scout, so I had no idea what he was doing, but then he lifted my leg on that side, slid the loop over my foot and pulled. I found myself staring straight up at my toes and wishing I'd kept up with those yoga classes. He did the same with my other foot, then he climbed onto the bed, knelt at my ass, with his knees to either side of my hips. He reached for my left foot and pushed it even further toward the corner of the headboard, lifting my hips in the process and stretching my leg straight. He pulled on one part of the rope and then another, until it tightened to hold my foot pointing ballet-like at the top corner of the headboard. The right foot followed suit. I was glad I'd had a number of drinks, because I don't think I could have managed the position without sufficient alcohol lubrication. When he was satisfied with my feet, he reached for my waist and pulled me down the bed, against the bindings at my wrists, which lifted my hips even higher. Now I was really, really wishing that I'd kept going to those yoga classes.

Finally satisfied, he got off the bed to undress. I was left to wonder how being so exposed and helpless could also feel so damn hot. He hadn't even touched me in a sexual way, yet I was undeniably dripping, my juices running down past my asshole, to drip onto the bed, or continue on down my back. There was absolutely no hiding my arousal. Worse, I couldn't move. I tried, but with no give in my elbows or my knees, there was just no place to go. Even my nipples were so hard they hurt. And he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He watched with a smirk on his face that taunted me.

Eventually, he climbed back onto the bed, his cock rock hard. He slid his knees under my raised hips and leaned over me, arms on the outside of my legs despite how wide they were spread, hands resting on the mattress, his weight bearing down on my thighs, stretching ligaments and tendons that were wondering what they had ever done to deserve such treatment. But when his cock pressed at my entrance, all was forgiven. All I cared about was that cock inside me, filling me, ramming me, even. Anything to release the pressure that was building to meltdown inside me. I bit my lip. I wanted so bad to beg him to fuck me, but that was against his rules. And I was sure he was waiting for me to break a rule, or five or six. I couldn't even push back against him in this position. When he simply remained like that, unmoving, I wanted to cry or scream in frustration, call him names, whatever it took to get him to shove that glorious cock inside me.

I was breathing in pants now, and drawing blood from my lip. I didn't know how much more I could take. Even water-boarding couldn't be this torturous, I told myself. Then, miracle of miracles, the head of his cock began to push its way into me. Slowly, too slowly, he sank in, then retreated. He repeated that slow motion fuck one more time, then he pulled out. I know I was making an 'uh, uh, uh' sound over and over again. I couldn't stop, so I tried to make it as soft as possible, you know, in case he was wearing ear plugs. Maybe he wouldn't hear me. Yeah, right.

Then his tip was at my ass hole. I sucked in a breath. I'd never had a cock back there without at least some preparation, and he was big as always. I was in for a major test of that whole pain/pleasure thing. Was I needy enough that even that much sudden, painful stretching wouldn't prevent me from coming? God, he was moving so slow. I desperately wanted/needed him to move faster, but I was terrified that he would, all at the same time. He pushed at my asshole for a moment then plunged once, but hard, into my pussy. Then he was back at my asshole, pushing lightly. Now my breath was coming more in whimpers than pants. He repeated the pattern five more times, and on the last time, he pushed hard enough to breach my ass, then stilled. My eyes were screwed tight shut, though I could feel him staring down at me. I also felt my ass clutching at him, trying to suck him deeper. What was he waiting for?

I opened my eyes and he started slowly pushing deeper, almost gently. Then I remembered. He was always wanting me to keep my eyes open. Crap, was he not going to let me come unless I did? Well, I may not be able to keep them open when I was coming, but I could keep them open until then. After that, it would be just too late, though it might mean punishment later. So I stared up at him, and he filled my ass and then some more slow strokes until I was panting again. How could there possibly be so many nerve endings down there? His cock was throbbing inside me, and I swear I felt it all the way to my toes, which were curling tightly, somewhere above my head. The fact that I couldn't move, between the bindings and the way his arms were pinning me was maddening. I couldn't possibly have less control over what was happening inside my body. I almost wished he had gagged me, because I was pretty sure that when he finally let me come, I was going to scream so loud.

Suddenly, the light bulb came on. The more intently I stared at him, the faster he moved, the deeper he sank. I did have some control! I poured every ounce of what little concentration I had left into maintaining that eye contact, and he began moving rhythmically, pushing deep. Maybe three strokes like that and I was lost. Because I couldn't move, couldn't ease the explosive force in any way, it went on and on and on And unbelievably, my eyes stayed open, watching him, meeting his dark gaze as he came aggressively, too.

Later, when he had untied me and massaged life back into my hands and feet, he sat on the edge of the bed looking down at me with an almost fond expression. "I am very pleased, kitten. You have been so obedient, tonight. How shall I reward you? You may speak."

I just smiled at him with a slight chuckle. "Why don't I be the one to dominate you next time".

He just smiled and said, "don't worry, it will get to that level, gradually."