Samantha's Submission #2

My mind was hazy with desire, all thoughts of work and responsibilities evaporating like mist. For once, I was content to relinquish control, to let someone else take charge. As Alexander lavished attention on my breast, I wondered hazily how I'd ever lived without this feeling.

I felt Alexander shift above me, his warmth receding slightly. My eyes fluttered open to see him shrugging out of his suit jacket, the fine fabric whispering as it slid from his broad shoulders. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast shadows across his chiselled features, heightening the intensity in his dark eyes.

"You're overdressed, sir," I murmured, my voice husky with desire.

He smirked, fingers moving to loosen his tie. "All in good time, Ms. Bates. First, I think we need to address your impatience."

The silk of his tie slipped free with a soft hiss that sent a thrill of anticipation through me. I watched, transfixed, as he wound one end around my wrists, binding them together with practiced ease. The cool fabric against my heated skin was a delicious contrast.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his tone serious despite the hunger in his eyes.

I nodded, breathless. "Yes, sir."

With agonizing slowness, he raised my bound hands above my head, securing the other end of the tie to the ornate headboard. The position left me feeling deliciously vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

"Perfect," he murmured, trailing a finger down my outstretched arm.

I could hardly breathe as Alexander's fingers deftly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. My eyes traced every newly revealed inch of tanned skin, drinking in the sight of his toned chest and abs. When he shrugged the shirt off completely, sitting back on his heels, I couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped my lips.

"Like what you see, Ms. Bates?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Very much, sir," I managed to reply, my mouth dry.

I was so captivated by the view that I barely registered his free hand sliding up my thigh until I felt his fingers brushing against the lace of my underwear. My breath hitched as he tugged the delicate fabric aside.

"Now," he growled, "if you're too loud, I'll have to gag you. Can you be quiet for me?"

Before I could answer, two of his fingers plunged inside me. I gasped, arching my back, struggling to keep my cry of pleasure muted. The sudden fullness, the delicious friction - it was almost too much.

"That's it," Alexander murmured approvingly. "Such a good girl."

His fingers curled, finding that perfect spot, and I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan. My wrists strained against the silk tie, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer. The scent of his cologne mingled with the musk of arousal, making my head spin.

"Sir," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Please..."

I couldn't finish my plea as Alexander's lips began a torturous journey down my body. His kisses left a trail of fire across my skin, each one stoking the flames of desire coursing through me. My breath came in short gasps, anticipation building with every inch he descended.

When his mouth finally found my most sensitive spot, the pleasure was so intense I couldn't hold back. A cry of ecstasy tore from my throat, echoing off the walls of the luxurious suite.

Alexander's head snapped up, his eyes dark with lust and a hint of warning. "What did I say about being quiet, Ms. Bates?"

Before I could apologize, his hands were at my hips. With a swift, forceful motion, he tore the delicate lace of my thong away. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.

"I warned you," he growled, bunching up the scrap of lace. "Open."

I parted my lips obediently, my heart racing as he pushed the makeshift gag into my mouth. The taste of my own arousal on the fabric made me dizzy with want.

"There," Alexander said, his voice a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "Now let's see if you can keep those pretty sounds to yourself."

As he lowered his head once more, I closed my eyes, surrendering completely to the exquisite sensations. The silk tie at my wrists, the lace between my teeth, and Alexander's masterful touch - I was utterly at his mercy, and I'd never felt more alive.

I could barely breathe, my vision hazy as waves of sensation crashed over me. Alexander's mouth was relentless, his tongue tracing intricate patterns that made my hips buck involuntarily. My wrists strained against the silk tie binding them to the ornate headboard, the cool metal bars a stark contrast to my feverish skin.

"You taste divine, Ms. Bates," he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "I could devour you for hours."

A muffled whimper escaped around the makeshift gag as he resumed his exquisite torture. My body trembled, muscles clenching as I teetered on the edge of bliss. The silk sheets beneath me were damp with sweat, clinging to my back as I arched off the bed.

Alexander's fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he continued his ministrations. The scrape of his stubble against my sensitive flesh sent shivers racing up my spine. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the onslaught of pleasure.

‘This is what you wanted,’ a small voice whispered in the back of my mind. ‘To relinquish control, to let someone else take charge for once.’

A low chuckle vibrated against me, and I forced my eyes open to meet Alexander's heated gaze. "So responsive," he purred. "I wonder how long I can keep you on the edge before you shatter completely."

My breath caught in my throat at the predatory gleam in his eyes. There was no mistaking the challenge there - he intended to thoroughly unmake me, piece by trembling piece.

I tugged futilely at the restraints, my wrists chafing against the silk of his tie. The tension coiled tighter within me, a spring wound to the breaking point. I needed... I needed...

"Mmph... mmhh..." I mumbled desperately around the gag, my hips bucking against his iron grip. ‘Please, sir. Please.’

Alexander's eyes flashed with understanding, a wicked smile curving his lips. He lifted his head, denying me the release I craved. "What was that, Ms. Bates? I'm afraid I couldn't quite make it out."

Frustration and desire warred within me.

His finger traced lazy circles on my inner thigh, so close yet maddeningly far from where I needed him most. "You'll have to be clearer," he taunted, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down my spine. "What do you want?"

I whimpered, trying to form words around the fabric in my mouth. The silk of my own undergarments felt obscene against my tongue, a constant reminder of my vulnerability.

Alexander leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Shall I stop? Is this too much for you, Samantha?"

No! I shook my head vehemently, my body screaming for his touch. I forced myself to meet his gaze, silently pleading for him to continue.

His fingers breached me suddenly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Two digits pressed deep, then a third joined them, stretching me exquisitely. My eyes rolled back as a moan escaped my throat, muffled by the makeshift gag.

Alexander's voice was low and rough. "Look at me, Samantha."

I forced my heavy lids open, meeting his intense gaze. His pupils were blown wide with desire.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his fingers still moving inside me at an agonizing pace.

I whimpered and nodded frantically, desperate for more. The silk tie binding my wrists to the headboard pulled taut as I strained against it.

"Good girl," he purred. "Do you want me to use protection?"

Protection? My lust-addled brain took a moment to process his meaning. I shook my head emphatically, then tilted it to gesture towards my inner arm where my birth control implant sat beneath the skin.

Alexander's eyes flickered to where I indicated, understanding dawning on his face. "Ah, I see. Always prepared, aren't you Ms. Bates?"

Even in my current state, a small part of me preened at the praise of my efficiency. The rest of me squirmed impatiently, silently begging him to stop talking and take me already.