Get Stuffed

When I hang up Alyssa is beaming at me. "I bet that felt almost as good as me getting to slap her."

"No, but I think getting the security footage of her being escorted out of the building will definitely feel that good."

Alyssa giggles. "Can I watch?"

"Of course."

We've snuggled together on the couch, her legs propped over mine, her head leaning against my shoulder. "I really am sorry, Alyssa."

"Please stop apologizing. It all worked out. We're here. We're together. But we still have to figure out a solution for Heely and the company. Even if Jennifer is fired there's nothing to keep her from spinning things the way she did in your office. I don't want things to fall apart because people think you were too busy with me."

I smile. "I've already figured that out."

"You have? When?"

"While I was pacing the apartment waiting for you to get here."

She looks at me expectantly. "Well, are you going to tell me?"

"No." I lean down and kiss her. "Not yet, anyway."

She huffs. "Why not?"

"Because we won, and I don't want to talk about business for a while. I want to talk about us."

"Okay," she says, relaxing further into me.

"Are you hungry?"

She plays with the buttons on my shirt. "Not really, why?"

"Just wondering."

"No.” She sits up straighter. "You're hedging. What do you want to say?"

"Well, it's actually more like something I want to ask."

Alyssa rolls her eyes, "I'm waiting."

"Do you remember when I asked you to trust me?"

She pulls her hands away. "Yes."

"We took one big step in our relationship today, and I'd like it if we took another."

"You want to tie me up,” she says quietly. It's not a sad quiet, more contemplative, and I feel a spark of hope.

"I do want that. If you're not ready for it, that's fine. I'm not going to pressure you into it by making it into a fantasy you can't resist. I'm not going to manipulate you that way. Although, I will tell you I do find it unbelievably sexy."

"Why now?" she says, rubbing her palms together.

"Because I want you to know that you can trust me. Deep trust. In here." I press my hand against her stomach. "I can't think of a better way to show you that."

She takes my face in her hands and pulls me closer, looking into my eyes. Looking for something. She must find it, because she says, "Yes."

"Really?"

"Really."

I close the space between our two faces. "You're not just saying that to make me happy, right?"

"No." She bursts out laughing. "It's something I've thought about. I wanted to be sure. This is a good time. And if I'm not actually ready, there's always rule number three."

"Yes there is." I say, pulling her to her feet and towards my bedroom.

"Hang on a second, when you asked me if I was hungry you were asking because--"

"It's going to be a while until we're finished. You need to keep your strength up." I pull her into my bedroom and spin her so her back is against my chest and she gets of the view of the bed. The very large bed that I've always been a little bit proud of. She covers my hands with hers. "I already said yes. Are you going to tell me how sexy it is now?"

"It is sexy,” I whisper in her ear. "You're going to be spread open for me, unable to move while I take you whatever way I want." I feel the shiver that runs through her, and I kiss her neck. "Get undressed."

I move over to the bed, pulling the restraints from under the corners of the bed. I bought the set for the bed online and set it up hoping we might have the opportunity to use it. I really didn't think it would be this soon. I still have the box, and in it are the cuffs that attach to the bed. I get them and turn to find Alyssa naked.

My gaze travels up her body from her feet up past her pussy--which I can see is already wet with anticipation--across her stomach to her breasts which are moving with her breath. Finally her face, staring at me, and I can see the trust there. She's stunning. She'll always be stunning.

"Tell me the word to stop," I say as I move to her. "I want to know that you remember it."

Her mouth quirks up into a smile. "Milkshake."

"Use it if you need to,” I say, reaching for her hands. "You are more important than this."

She nods.

I buckle the cuffs on her wrists, checking to make sure they're not too tight. Then I kneel in front of her, attaching the ankle restraints the same way. I can't resist, I take a taste of her pussy while it's so close to me. No taste will ever compare to that. I work my tongue inside her, thrusting until I feel her hips moving against me.

"Not yet,” I say, pulling away. "We have a long way to go first."

"Yes, Sir."

"Get on the bed."

She crawls to the center of the bed, and I get a beautiful glimpse of her ass. I meet her at the edge of the bed. One by one, I clip her cuffs to the restraints. I pull her legs wider, her pale skin luminous against the darkness of the sheets. When I attach the last restraint I look at her. Limbs stretched to the corners to the bed, hair fanned out against the pillow, breath coming fast. I'm rock hard in an instant.

I see her squirm, testing the restraints. "How are you?" I ask. She doesn't answer. "Alyssa."

19

Alyssa

I'm tied to a bed. I pull against my ties and I can't move. Nothing will move. Panic starts to rise. I need to move. I need to move now.

"Alyssa." Charles voice is stern, "Talk to me. Does something hurt?"

I shake my head.

"You need to speak to me."

"No, Sir. Nothing hurts."

He comes to where I can see him. "Good. Do you need to use rule number three?"

Rule number three. Right. I can stop. I can leave at any time. My breath eases and I stop fighting the restraints. This is Charles. He's not going to hurt me. "No, Sir."

A wicked gleam appears in his eye. "Good."

He disappears from my sight and I feel the end of the bed dip. I feel his fingers at the entrance to my pussy. "I love how open you are." He slides a finger in deep, stroking me from the inside. His sucks my clit between his lips, and I suck in a breath. His finger keeps moving inside me, stroking the inside of my pussy until he finds a spot that makes my whole body jump. His tongue swirls down to meet his finger, and I'm holding my breath because it's all too much, the waves of sensation coming from inside me.

"Breathe,” Charles says, and he bites lightly on my clit. My hips roll, and are snapped back down by my restraints. I can't move even if I wanted to, and he can do whatever he wants to me. The rush of desire through me lights my body on fire. This isn't like his office where nothing bound me but his words. I am truly helpless and vulnerable and I understand why he knew this would me trust him, make us trust each other. I'm giving him everything, and I've never wanted anything so badly.

My mind goes blissfully blank as he slides another finger inside me, stroking my g-spot and using his tongue wherever he can reach. Waves of pleasure are moving outward from that spot, and I can feel my orgasm building already. My voice comes to life and every time another wave hits, I moan. "Do you like this?" Charles asks, running his tongue over my clit again.

"God, yes."

A third finger slides in and I begin to feel stretched. My orgasm is getting closer, and I move my hips, riding his hand as best I can. The pressure inside me feels different--expansive. I can't move, and all my energy is focused lower. Charles curls his fingers inside me, stroking my g-spot and his tongue flicks my clit.

It feels like going off a cliff.

There's a rushing sound in my ears and my entire body spasms as the immense orgasm rocks through me. Charles' hand is still moving and I can't breathe. There's a fog on my vision, and I think my body might be humming. I blink my eyes, seeing the ceiling for what feels like the first time. White ceiling, navy walls, tied to a bed, and Charles.

"That was amazing."

"No breaks." His mouth crushes my pussy, sucking deep. His tongue plunges inside me, and my pussy contracts. He licks me from bottom to top and back. Every angle of my clit is touched. There isn't an inch of me that isn't tasted, and he doesn't stop. He sucks on the lips of my opening, taking them deep into his mouth. Then my clit is consumed again by the warmth of his mouth, tongue flicking across it in unpredictable patterns.

I feel the impossible wave coming again. "It's too much," I say.

Charles blows across me, his breath cooling and tingling. My whole body contracts, goosebumps breaking out across my skin. "It's not enough,” he says.

He fucks me with his tongue, licking inside of me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. He forces it deeper, finds my g-spot. Oh god. Everything hovers on the edge in a fog of pleasure. He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks me deep. Once. Twice. A third time. Then he bites me.

It's not hard, but it's enough. From somewhere far away I hear myself scream. My back is arching off the bed, and I'm consumed with bliss. Somewhere at my core I can still feel Charles licking me, sending more bursts of shattering pleasure across my body. I revel in it.

I feel like I'm floating for a long time. My eyes are open, but unseeing. When I do see something, it's Charles. He's over me, and I've never seen that look before. A look of awe and love so pure it hurts.

He's at my entrance, sliding in. It's so slow, it's almost painful, sending zings and spasms up and down my nerves. He rocks into me and stops. "Do you want to know my solution to the problem at the company?"

I blink, staring up at his beautiful, stupid face. "You want to talk about that now?" My voice sounds different. Low and scratchy and well satisfied.