Overreaction pt3

It feels like forever before I sense any change in Alex, but in reality, it is probably only about a minute before I feel the hand at the nape of my neck relax slightly. "Three smacks for your sarcasm," Alex says, his voice gravelly. I wait for him to continue, and when he doesn't, I let out the breath that I have been holding and nod slightly to indicate my understanding. A moment later, Alex's hand connects with the soft cheek of my arse and I yelp at the stinging sensation that spreads across my buttock. Before I have a chance to focus on the burn that has started to spread to my pelvis, another painful slap lands on my other butt cheek. I brace myself for the third, and when it lands directly over my sex, I cry out loudly. My body has responded to the aphrodisiac of this pain and I can feel how wet I have become. It would appear that Alex is aware of this too as he runs a finger through my wet folds before bringing the finger back to his lips and sucking on it. "Delicious," he murmurs. "Now I think we should do something about this smart mouth of yours." In a gentle motion, Alex tips me off his lap and onto the floor. I immediately scramble back into my submissive position, doing my best to ignore the pain of my heels digging into the sensitive flesh of my behind. I glance up to find Alex towering above me, unbuckling his trousers. In one fluid motion, he pulls them down, along with his boxers, and tosses them into a corner of the room. His cock is erect and swollen, the veins bulging along his rigid length, and I can see the end glistening in the light.

"Hands behind your back, Olivia. Lock your fingers together and kneel up. Stay very still because I am going to fuck your mouth until I come. You understand?" I nod my assent and Alex moves closer to me. I open my mouth to take him inside, but he surprises me by running his cock over my lips, spreading his pre-cum over them until they are slick with his moisture. Then he guides himself into my mouth slowly. I run my tongue over his smooth, velvety skin, enjoying the feel of him, but all the while taking care not to move my head. I feel Alex threading his fingers through my hair, anchoring them on my head so that he can control my movements. I start sucking on his engorged cock, hollowing out my cheeks and allowing him to go as deep as he can until I feel him touching the back of my throat.

For a moment I panic, my gag reflex kicking in as my brain tells me that I am not going to get enough oxygen. Immediately Alex stills. "Breathe through your nose, Olivia," Alex instructs. His voice immediately calms me and I do as I am told until the fear has completely vanished. My body relaxes and I feel a sense of peace run through me as I surrender to Alex.

Now that I am calm, Alex picks up the pace, fucking my mouth with long, hard thrusts, each one driving further and further into my throat. Arousal pools in my pussy as I feel Alex swell even more on my tongue. Moments later I feel him twitching, his orgasm not far off, and then he is coming, great hot spurts that slide down my throat. When he finally stills, I hear him panting, and the fingers loosen on my hair though they still stay in place. I feel him softening and then he is slipping from my mouth, leaving me feeling suddenly bereft.

"Fuck, Olivia. You kill me," Alex says hoarsely, and I look up at him from underneath my lashes shyly, wondering what is coming next. I know I have no reason to feel shy—I am a grown woman, for heaven's sake—but even so, his reaction always slays me. I have remained completely still, my hands still linked together and my knees complaining about the hard floor. Alex holds his hand out to me and I unlink my fingers so that I can place my hand in his. He helps me to my feet, which are unsteady as pins and needles course through my calves and ankles, and then guides me across to the cross.

I listen quietly as he instructs me how he wants me to stand facing the cross before he straps me up in the restraints. His eyes are hooded as he works silently, and I desperately try to read his body language, wondering if I am in for more punishment or if he is going to make me come. He steps away and disappears from my sightline, the opening and shutting of drawers the only clues to his whereabouts. The next thing I know is that he is standing directly behind me, his breath tickling my neck.

"Just so you know, Olivia," Alex says darkly, "I am going to take you…over and over. You are mine to do with as I wish. And today I am going to own you…here," he says, pushing a finger into my mouth. "And here," he continues, removing the finger from my mouth before thrusting it into my pussy. "And finally, here." He trails the finger coated in my juices around my clit, before pushing it deep into my arse. I let out a gasp, tensing slightly when it filters through exactly what Alex has planned for me. "Relax, Olivia. I'll make sure you are ready. If it is too much, though, you can always use your safeword." My mind is in overdrive, desire coursing through my veins, and all I can do is nod my acknowledgement.