up. So he figured if he hurried he would certainly get the chance to do both in a short amount of time.
“Lay back the best you can and put your feet flat on the bed as close to your ass as you can.”
While she did as he told her to, Raith collected two lengths of rope and began working on her legs. By the time he was finished, Alexandra was panting and writhing and begging him for release.
Her calves were connected to her thighs by the rope, leaving her unable to do anything with her legs but not so tight she would be uncomfortable. Now for the hard part .
“We’re going to turn you over.”
“Turn me over?”
Raith manipulated her body until Alexandra was up on her knees. She was fighting to find a comfortable position for her head.
“Turn it to the side, baby.” He raked a hand down the curve of her ass. “And if your arms start hurting you let me know.”
She tried to nod but must have realized the movement was nearly impossible and so said, “I will.”
Alexandra wasn’t sure what she felt. Embarrassment and discomfort was part of it, but mixed in there was also the ever-increasing knowledge of arousal. She was so turned on by the bondage and her lack of control that waiting to see what he might do next was going to drive her crazy.
A willingness—no, a need—to submit to Raith coursed through her veins at an alarming speed. It was a scary revelation knowing that if prompted she would be willing to do just about anything.
The feel of his hand running along the small of her back, over the swell of her ass and then down the cleft was mesmerizing. She couldn’t see much from the way she was positioned with her ass high in the air. All Alexandra knew for sure was she was very glad there was not a mirror within her view. She could only imagine what she looked like.
Wiggling in a way she hoped was enticing didn’t seem to help prod him into moving faster. He still touched her at his leisure instead of taking her in a rush of heated lust the way she had hoped.
The mewling sound filling the room couldn’t be coming from her, could it? It really didn’t seem possible. Alexandra couldn’t seem to help herself. She wanted to feel the length of his cock buried inside her even more than she wanted to taste him again, which was saying a lot.
Blessed was how she felt when the head of his shaft lodged at her snug entrance.
“Tell me you’re sure, Xandra.”
She’d willingly come with him, driving her car even, and then allowed him to bind her until movement was no longer even in her thought process, and he didn’t believe she was sure? Was the man for real? A sharp smack to her ass, one that burned all the way to her toes warned just how serious he was.
“I’m sure. Very, very sure.”
The rich sound of his laughter filled the room, mingling with the perfume of her sex. She had heard and read about the smell of sex before but never encountered it quite to this extent herself. It was an even bigger turn on that the scent of her aroused body permeated the air and she hadn’t even been fucked yet. To her it just proved his prowess and how well they connected. Two very important aspects for Alexandra in her new journey.
She felt his hands on hers. Or more aptly, on the leather cuffs binding her wrists. He used them as leverage and with one hard thrust was buried balls deep into her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming. He was large and hot and for a second her eyes watered at the intensity of being taken so roughly.
“Damn you’re tight. Been a while, I take it?”
He stayed still buried deep within her. Alexandra wasn’t sure how his comment made her feel. Or maybe it had more to do with the tone of his voice. When she didn’t answer immediately, he pulled completely free of her body. She whimpered in frustration.
“You’ll answer when I ask you a question or you won’t get my cock.”
She wanted to call him an asshole and nearly wasn’t able to choke the words back. His sexual