Samantha's Submission #3

As if finally sensing my desperation, Alexander withdrew his fingers and rose to his knees. With deliberate slowness, he unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking softly in the hushed room. His eyes never left mine as he unfastened his designer jeans, pushing them down his muscular thighs along with his boxer briefs.

My breath caught at the sight of him—thick, hard, and utterly magnificent. I squirmed against my restraints, a muffled moan escaping around the gag as he moved back over me. The warmth of his body enveloped me, his scent—spicy cologne mixed with clean sweat—filling my senses.

He positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock sliding through my wetness. A teasing pressure, the promise of fullness, and then... nothing. He pulled back slightly, denying me what I craved. My hips bucked desperately, seeking what he withheld.

"Patience," he whispered, his voice strained with his own restraint. "Good things come to those who wait."

Again, he pressed forward, the delicious stretch beginning before he retreated once more. Frustration built within me, desperate tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

I couldn't take it anymore. Summoning what little control I had left, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our eyes locked—his widening in surprise at my defiance—before I tightened my grip and pulled him forcefully toward me.

He slid home in one perfect thrust, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming—a delicious burning stretch that had me seeing stars. For a moment, neither of us moved, both adjusting to the exquisite feeling of our joined bodies.

"Naughty girl," Alexander growled, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. "I was going to be gentle with you."

Without warning, he withdrew almost completely before slamming back into me. The headboard knocked against the wall as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deeper than the last. I clung to him with my legs, my bound hands useless above my head.

The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin against skin, my muffled cries, and Alexander's laboured breathing. Sweat slicked our bodies as he drove into me relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot with each powerful thrust.

"You feel so good," he panted, his rhythm never faltering. "So tight, so wet for me."

Heat coiled in my belly, tension building to impossible heights. I was climbing rapidly toward release, my inner walls clenching around him as my body sought its pleasure.

Alexander noticed immediately. His hand came down to grip my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "Don't you dare come," he commanded, his voice harsh with exertion. "Not until I give you permission."

My eyes widened in distress. I was so close, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.

"That's your punishment for being impatient," he continued, his hips still thrusting mercilessly. "For disobeying me."

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as I fought against my body's natural response. Every thrust brought me closer to the edge, and I whimpered desperately behind the gag.

Alexander's movements became more erratic, his breathing ragged. "God, Samantha," he groaned. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."

I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing all my willpower on holding back the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me. My muscles trembled with the effort, sweat beading on my forehead.

"Look at me," Alexander demanded.

I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The connection between us was electric, transcending the physical joining of our bodies.

"I'm close," he admitted, his voice strained. "But I want to feel you come around me first."

He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit with unerring precision. The added stimulation was almost my undoing.

"Now, Samantha," he commanded. "Come for me now."

The permission was all I needed. Release crashed over me in overwhelming waves, my body convulsing around him as pleasure radiated from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. The intensity of it stole my breath, my vision going white at the edges.

Alexander groaned, his hips stuttering as my inner walls clenched around him. With a final, powerful thrust, he followed me over the edge, his release hot inside me.

For several moments, we remained locked together, both of us trembling with aftershocks. The world beyond our joined bodies ceased to exist—no Velvet Key Society, no responsibilities, just us and the lingering echoes of shared pleasure.

Eventually, Alexander carefully pulled out of me, eliciting a soft whimper at the loss. He reached up to remove the makeshift gag, his touch unexpectedly gentle.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he worked to untie my wrists.

My throat felt raw, my voice hoarse as I finally spoke. "Better than okay."

The silk tie fell away, and I winced slightly as blood rushed back into my hands. Alexander immediately took them in his, massaging my wrists with careful attention.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His brow furrowed as he examined the reddened skin.

I shook my head, a languid smile spreading across my face. "Nothing I didn't thoroughly enjoy."

Relief washed over his features, followed by a satisfied grin. "You're full of surprises, Ms. Bates."

"As are you, Mr. Reyes," I replied, my professional title sounding absurd after what we'd just shared.

He gathered me against his chest, one hand stroking my hair soothingly. The tender gesture was unexpected after the intensity of our encounter, but not unwelcome.

"I should probably get back to the event," I murmured reluctantly, though I made no move to leave the warmth of his embrace.

"Everyone else’s pleasure can wait," Alexander said firmly. "I'm not done with you yet."