Chapter 42 “I Hear You, Little Doe”
"I'm yours, Alpha," I gasped the second time,
He pinned my hand up against the wall and leaned into me even more, his swell of his length pressing into me.
The instant he plunged his length into me from behind, every rational thought I possessed shattered. The connection was deep, brutal, and immediate. It was a physical shock that made my breath hitch in my throat. My body, already hyper-sensitized from the tension and the cold metal of the handcuffs, reacted violently, arching against the wall with an animalistic cry I barely recognized as my own.
He didn't move yet. He simply settled, filling me completely, his chest pressing firm against my back, his hips crushing mine against the rough, cold surface of the wall. He waited, allowing me to adjust to the overwhelming pressure. The scent of rain and musk took over my senses, so strong it felt like a drug flooding my bloodstream, cementing the reality of my submission.
"Feel that, Bambi?" he growled, his voice a low, vibrating tone of pure Alpha satisfaction right next to my ear. "That is where you belong. Locked down, exposed, and mine."
"Yes, Alpha," I panted, the formal response coming automatically now. It is now a reflex born of this strange, intoxicating dynamic. I felt the heat and the power of him, his dominance...
He began to move then. Slow, deliberate strokes at first, pulling almost entirely out before driving back in with a heavy, relentless power. There was a primal, territorial rhythm to his movements, and I was utterly lost to it. My hips began to move of their own accord, trying to meet his force, desperate to deepen the already unbearable contact.
The metal cuffs bit into my wrists, a sharp, constant reminder of my position and my total lack of control. My arms strained slightly, pulling my breasts upward. He tightened his grip on my waist, holding me pinned in place, ensuring I couldn't escape the sheer force of his passion.
"Look at this," he commanded, and I felt him tilt my head sharply to the side, forcing my gaze to the dark wall directly in front of me. I stared at the blank surface, only my own wildly dilated pupils reflected in the slight gloss of the paint. "See nothing but what I give you. Think of nothing but me."
He drove into me harder, faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps that matched my own. The pleasure was escalating at a terrifying speed, a dizzying climax that felt too much, too soon. It wasn't gentle; it was passionate, raw, and utterly consuming. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming.
"I want to hear you, Bambi," he whispered, his voice dangerously low. "I want to know exactly how good this feels to you. Don't hold back."
A wave of pure ecstasy ripped through me, tearing a high-pitched moan from my throat. It bounced in the small, dark space, a sound of utter abandon. I felt my legs tremble violently, a result to the inevitable climax that was rushing toward me.
He sensed it. He always did. Just as I was about to fall over the edge, he pulled back, his movement stalling the rush and leaving me hanging on the precipice of release. The sudden absence was a torment.
"No," I whimpered, the word an uncontrolled plea. "Please, Alpha."
"Is that a command?" he countered, his voice steady despite his own ragged breathing.
"No, Alpha," I corrected myself instantly, shaking my head violently, the movement making the cuffs strain. "It's a request. A plea. Please, don't stop."
"Such a polite little toy," he mocked softly, but the underlying tone was pure approval. He began to move again, slower this time, teasing the edge, but ensuring I never quite found solid ground. His hand gripping my waist to steady it for a very slow thrust. It drove me to insane. Everything drove me insane. The lack of control, my hand pinned on the wall, the metal biting into my skin, his length feeling me completely and sliding back out.
He reached around, his hand finding my collarbone, his fingers tracing the bruise he had just left there. His touch was possessive,as if he was reminding me that I was marked. He leaned down and began to kiss the sensitive skin of my shoulder blade, his tongue warm and wet, as he continued sliding in and out.
The combination of the tenderness of the kiss, and the cold metal restraint was unbearable. It was a perfect storm of sensations, a beautiful torture that was pushing me past my limits. I wanted the release, but he was holding it hostage, demanding my complete, conscious surrender.
"Say you love me," he suddenly demanded, his hips stilling again, leaving me on the verge of breakdown.
"I love you," I gasped immediately, the words ripped from my soul.
"No. Say, 'I love you, Alpha Dawn.' Mean it."
"I love you, Alpha Dawn," I repeated, pouring every ounce of the fierce, confusing, all-consuming emotion I felt for him into the name.
He let out a low, satisfied sound that seemed to shake the entire room. He began thrusting again, this time with a determined fury that obliterated my control. He hammered against me, demanding everything I had left. The world turned white, the spotlight becoming a blinding sun. My body spasmed, a long, agonizing climax that stole my vision and my voice. I gripped the cuffs, my knuckles white, whimpering uncontrollably as the pleasure peaked and slowly began to ebb.
He didn't follow. He slowed his movements, returning to that deep, grinding pace, sustaining my aftershocks and stretching them out into a prolonged, euphoric ache. He was waiting, still holding himself back, his strength and discipline was a terrifying force.
And then, he shifted.
He pulled himself out, an action that tore a frustrated cry from my lips. Before I could even protest, I felt the cold, familiar slide of his fingers back to the moist, super-sensitive skin between my legs. But this time, he didn't tease. He didn't stroke. His fingers found a pressure point, the moment he pressed down, sliding in gently, a flash of pure, shocking pain shot through my entire body. It wasn't malicious pain, but a sharp, stinging sensation that loaded my senses, ripping me out of the post-climax haze.
I cried out. It is an uncontrolled, raw sound of shock and pain. My legs buckled, and I tried to pull my hips away from the wall, but the Alpha's hands were like steel clamps, holding me in place. He pressed again, the pressure just enough to hurt and drive me crazy.
"Is this too much, Bambi?" he whispered, his voice dangerously close to my ear, "Does the pain outweigh the pleasure of my touch?"
Tears sprang to my eyes, but I shook my head, fighting to keep my voice steady. "No, Alpha. I can take it. More." Even as the lie left my mouth, I felt a desperate urge to flee. The control was gone. The simple joy of the game had vanished, replaced by a fear, a feeling that was familiar. This was the edge, and he was pushing me right over it.
He pressed his finger one last time. It is an unrelenting touch that made every muscle in my abdomen clench painfully. Just then, it is replaced by that familiar sensation. The same one I felt when he thrusted into me. It was then I realized he had all five fingers sliding in and out of me. My thigh clenched, unable to comprehend the feelings. My hand strained, desperately to release my grip. Everything was happening at once. My handcuffed hand pinned above my head, the Alpha's fingers sliding in and out and the approaching climax.
"Wait," I breathed, lips apart from moans, "Stop. Alpha, stop..."
"Say the safe word, baby." He whispered.
Then, the word ripped from my throat.
"ICE!"
His entire body went rigid. The movement was so sudden, so absolute, that it was a greater shock than the pain.
He immediately lifted his fingers from my skin. His strong hands slid away from my hips. The withdrawal was complete. He took a deep, shuddering breath, his large chest expanding against my back, a rush of cold air replacing the intense heat that had just consumed both of us.
The authority in his voice was gone, replaced by a deep, almost pained tenderness. "I hear you, little doe."
He stepped back, breaking the physical contact completely.
I heard the metallic click of the cuffs above me, followed by the soft sound of metal swinging open. My arms, stiff and aching, dropped immediately to my sides, and I leaned heavily against the wall, trying to find my balance.
Alpha Dawn didn't touch me. He simply stood there, breathing heavily. He waited, letting the space settle, giving me a moment to breathe and to process the reality of my safe word being honored.
He finally reached out, his hand gently sweeping the hair back from my face. "It's over," he murmured, his thumb wiping a stray tear from my cheek. "You're safe, Bambi. You called it off."
I nodded mutely, my head resting against the cool, hard wall.
He reached for my hand, his touch gentle now, and pulled me away from the wall and into his arms. This embrace was different. Not demanding, not possessive. It was protective. It was a quiet comfort that held no conditions.
"Thank you," I whispered into his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt, my voice trembling with exhaustion. Thank you for stopping. Thank you for keeping your promise.
He held me tighter, burying his face in my hair, inhaling the faint vanilla scent of my skin. "Always," he swore,"The rules are real, little doe. The game is over when you say it is."
He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. "Now," he said, his voice returning to its normal, low cadence, "let's get you out of here, clean you up, and talk."
He took a moment to recover, straightening his shirt and running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. He bent down, picked up the scattered pieces of my torn clothing, and tossed them casually into a corner.
Then, without another word, he wrapped his massive hand around mine, his touch no longer demanding but simply leading, and guided me toward a second, smaller door hidden in the corners of the room.