She yanked on the chain and cuffs and struggled to see if she could budge the weights, but she was restrained good and fast. Lifting the barbell with two of the large weights would have been an impossibility, and he’d put six on the bar. She stopped abruptly when she realized where Alex stared.
“You knew I couldn’t get loose. You just wanted to see my boobs bouncing around,” she accused sourly.
“So sue me for being a guy—one with excellent taste, by the way,” he muttered through a small smile. Her breath caught and held in her throat when he knelt down in front of the bench. He spread his big hands over her hips and shifted her several inches, so that he had closer access to her pussy. He put his hands on her ass and lifted her slightly off the bench.
“Spread your legs, Angeline. Wider,” he demanded gruffly. She saw his nostrils flare as he stared at her pussy with intense focus. “Now lift your feet off the floor.”
She lifted her head off the bench. “What? Alex—”
He glanced up at her. “Trust me, Angeline.”
She lifted her feet off the floor tentatively, but when she sensed that he held her lower body weight with ease, she left the floor completely.
“Now straighten your knees and spread those long legs as wide as they’ll go.”
She did it quickly, wild to have him press his gifted tongue to her pussy. Her clit tickled and simmered in anticipation.
But it suddenly struck her that it took some abdominal strength to keep her legs suspended and spread like that. He held her bottom up from the weight bench, but he didn’t support the back of her legs.
“Oh…hurry, Alex. I can’t stay like this forever,” she cried out in an agony of growing need. She clenched her teeth and pulled on the cuffs, not because she wanted to escape but because desire tightened every muscle in her body.
“That’s right, now keep that position. You’re not allowed to move. Don’t worry. I plan
to make you come quickly,” Alex murmured before he used two fingers to part her labia and slid the tip of his tongue in the crevice.
Angeline keened softly as he agitated her clit with his lashing, pressing tongue. It felt incredibly good, but a low-grade ache grew in her muscles from holding the position Alex had demanded she take. Still, his lips and tongue were so talented, Angeline bore the ache gladly.
She cried out in excitement when he spread the fingers on his right hand and pushed his thumb into her slit while he continued to whip her clit into a frenzy of pleasure with his tongue. Her thighs and abdominal muscles ached, but her pussy was being treated like a queen. He began to finger-fuck her more forcefully, making her writhe in the double restraints of the handcuffs and his hold. She knew how wet she was by the easy glide of his finger, not to mention the wet, sucking sound his finger made as he plunged into her lubricated flesh.
It felt so good, she sent up a fierce prayer that the uncomfortable tension in her legs and stomach would ease so she could have a delicious orgasm.
And put her feet back on the damn floor.
“Oooh,” she moaned as she neared the crest of climax. He covered her outer sex with his hot mouth and applied a suction that pulled her into a vortex of blind need.
Pain spiked through her thigh.
She lowered it without thinking, crying out in protest when Alex lifted his head and stilled his thrusting thumb. He set her bottom back on the bench and began massaging her thigh muscle deeply. Angeline lifted her head and watched him through a haze of desire.
“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she said, eager for him to resume what he’d been doing. “It cramped up. It’s only because I was holding—”
“In place like I told you to, I know,” he muttered as he continued to mold her muscle to his palm. He glanced up at her and Angeline thought she recognized regret in his blue eyes. She bit her lower lip at the amplified ache in her pussy when she saw that her juices glistened on his lips and chin. “I tend to like it when you do what I tell you, especially if it increases your excitement, but I never mean to cause you any real pain, Angel. I’m sorry.”
Angeline thought of how hot she’d felt holding that position a moment ago while Alex ate her pussy like there was no tomorrow. His demand that she maintain the difficult position—his insistence upon mixing her pleasure with a self-imposed kind of restraint—had built the sexual tension in her body immeasurably. It’d been as if he’d amplified her tension level on purpose so that when she did eventually blow, the explosion would be incredible.
“I did like it,” she whispered. She flexed and straightened her leg again, breaking free of his massaging hand, in order to prove it to him. Surprise and then something else—something very exiting—flashed in his blue eyes.
“No, you’ve had enough of that,” he said almost roughly. He put both his hands on the back of her thighs and pushed so that her hips rolled back and her bent knees neared her chest.
When he began eating her again lustily, Angeline’s head fell back with a thump on the bench. She stared into space unseeingly, her entire being becoming one huge receptor of pleasure. It was almost too powerful, but she had no choice but to accept the undiluted bliss that Alex wrought with his tongue and sublime suck.
Come for me, Angel. Come.
Had he really spoken? Angeline thought dazedly. She couldn’t say.
She was too busy following Alex’s order.
Alex ate up her shudders of pleasure hungrily, rewarded by a fresh influx of Angeline’s sweet juices on his tongue and the singular fragrance she exuded during orgasm filling his nose.